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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ Maybe I am - D.O ~

summary: Dylan accompanies Y/N to her high school reunion.

pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

warnings: none!

word count: 1,461

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

"Y/N you can't just not go to your high school reunion, it's been 5 years what about all the friends you had that you miss?" Dylan asks as he's laid down on the couch in Y/N 's trailer in between shoots. Even though he's not looking at her he can tell she's glaring at him considering they'd been best friends since the start of the show in 2011. As he turns his body to sit up Y/N remained to glare at him with one eyebrow raised.

"I can not go to a high school reunion." She says shaking her head and looking back at her computer trying to ignore the nagging Dylan who is judging her from a distance.

"Why not? You're in a TV show and I'm your best friend so you're clearly going to rock it." The more Dylan nags the more Y/N realizes she could go but at the same, she would probably rather die than see anyone she went to school with.

"No, you don't understand I wasn't popular, in the slightest. I was the weird loner who wore superhero shirts every day and was part of the drama club and always swore she was going to be an actress. Stereotypical weirdo loner. Not like cute season 1 Stiles where the popular girl doesn't notice me but is still cute. The people at my school were the worst and that will not have changed." Y/N says laughing as she finishes her mini-rant. As she stops ranting she looks up at Dylan who is still smirking at the fact she called him cute. As soon as Y/N realized why Dylan was smirking she grabbed the pillow that she was resting on and threw it at his face hitting him in his nose.

"I'll go if you go," Y/N announces shocking Dylan with her proposal. Although he's taken aback by the ask he's also glad that out of everyone she wants him to be there.

"I didn't go to that high school wh-"

"Just pretend to be my date," Y/N asks with a smile which makes Dylan laugh at the sight off. He knows he's gonna say yes because why not meet some of her old friends? If she had any?

2 days had passed and Y/N was currently stood in her old bedroom in front of a full-length mirror as she slightly shakes with anxiety at the thought of being back in her old school again. The dress she wore she kept from one of the parties Holland had dragged her too so obviously the dress was fabulous. The invitation didn't really state HOW to dress but Y/N remembers the people she used to be in school with so she chose a black, off the shoulder, a thigh-high dress that stuck to all of her curves. The black 4" ankles boots complimented the figure and made her legs look slimmer and she put the final touches of her hair and makeup together.

The closer the time got to need to be there the weaker her legs felt, although Hollywood is scary nothing will ever compare to high school, and being back there makes her so afraid. As she finally walked into the living room everyone stopped to stare. Her mom looked at her with wide eyes and a proud smile. Her father just looked at his little girl adoringly knowing how afraid she was. Dylan couldn't do anything but smile, he's seen her at premieres and red carpets but he always had the same reaction. It was like he was seeing her for the first time every time and he was happy that she was his best friend.

"Okay, can we just leave now I'm starting to freak out?" Y/N laughs with her voice shaking. Dylan just mutters a yeah sure and stands up leaving the door open for Y/N.

"I'll have her back by 10, Miss (L/N)!" Dylan yells out from the car.

"Dylan you've known me for 5 years call me (Mom's name)!" Your mom yells back laughing at his reply.

The closer they got to the high school the more people Y/N started to recognize. As she rubs her hands together there are no words to describe her fears right now. Pulling into the parking lot made everything a lot worse more than she could describe. All Dylan did was hold her hand and give it a quick squeeze before stepping out of the car and walking around to Y/N's side to let her out of the car, or help her out he should say.

The pair just walked in silence inside the school but Dylan kept his hand intertwined with Y/N considering he had no idea where to actually go. He also couldn't deny that he loved holding hands with Y/N whether it was on or offset. The streamers lined the hallway and there were already people dotting the hallways next to what Dylan assumed to be their old lockers. They noticed Y/N and Dylan hand in hand and some stopped to even see if they knew who she was because they couldn't recognize her at first glance.

The hallway made it so much more surreal as there was a table full of pins with all the names on and sat at the table was the valedictorian smiling brightly.

"Hi, how can I help you today?!" She gleamed as Y/N just quietly searched through the names. She picked up the one with her name on it and just showed it to the girl while smiling.

"Oh my god Y/N! I thought you were in LA, I didn't expect you to answer my email!" She says standing up and hugging a shocked Y/N.

"Thank Emily I'm here so… I'm gonna get a drink. This is my plus one, his name is Dylan." Y/N says rather quietly before just walking away leaving Dylan to get his own name tag. As she stood with her back to the hall she just drank away at the punch hoping that someone somewhere had spiked the punch. Luckily enough someone had and she could tell. However, she was not drunk enough for what was about to happen. She turned around to see Dylan talking to some of the old jocks in her year, knowing that the Mets were a big supported team in this high school. Hearing him laugh made her smile widely looking at how happy he looks all dressed up. Then the moment arrived where she wished she'd been more intoxicated

"Y/N?" A male voice spoke behind her. As she slowly spun around recognizing the voice from behind her. She came face to face with her ex (Ex's name/ or crush). Trying to smile like she was happy to see him her entire body went stiff when he hugged her. However, she quickly loosened up when she did not react, no butterflies. Nothing.

"I'm happy to see you, it's been 5 years. How're you doing?" He asks smiling. There was never anything bad you could say about him because he always cared for Y/N. First love, kindest teenager ever. Even understood when she broke up with him before she left for Teen wolf.

"I'm great (Ex). I'm really glad to see you, you're doing well." Y/N smiles now knowing she's okay to talk without any awkward feelings in the way.

"Well it's been 5 years, I've now got a girlfriend who is actually here talking to…. the person you walked in with actually." He smiles. Y/N turned around to see Dylan talking to a lovely short blonde woman who is staring at (ex) with loving eyes as she's talking.

"Yeah that's Dylan, he's my costar on Teen Wolf, I've known him for 5 years now." Y/N smiles while looking off at Dylan who catches her eye and smiles at her from a distance.

"And you're in love with him." (Ex) chuckles while Y/N's head snaps back to his direction with wide eyes, "Don't try and deny you at least like him I can tell."

"How can you tell I've been talking to you for less than 5 minutes." Y/N seems almost defensive knowing that he's right no matter how much she says he's not.

"Because of the way you look at him, even from across the room. It was the way you used to look at me." (Ex) says not condescending but more as he cares for Y/N still, which he does. Y/N doesn't know what to say so she just looks towards Dylan as he's smiling and laughing. Dylan looks towards Y/N one more time and catches her looking at him and he smiles back at her waving slightly. The moment passed and Y/N finally realized he was telling the truth.

"Yeah… Maybe I am."

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perlocutionary · 6 years

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hey!can u do a mitch rappxreader where the reader helps him/is kind to him in the barn, like when stan is talking shit ab mitch she defends him and they have a thing going on.. and one day stan gives mitch the choice to chose annika or reader to be his partner in the field, since he is afraid the reader will get hurt he chooses annika so reader gets heartbroken bc she feels she was just a easy fuck for him, when the truth is that he loves her and was just trying to protect her and then smut lol

Hi love, thanks for sending in a request but I have so much pending right now of things i need to finish/want to do that I'm gonna have to pass. I'm sorry. If anyone else has some ideas while reading this request be my guest!!!

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inkedobsidian · 5 months

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-DYLAN O'BRIEN MASTERLIST-

- main masterlist - - current prompt list - f = fluff a = angst ** = nsfw

Dylan O'Brien

maybe i am (f)

back to you (a)

Mitch Rapp

try me. (a)

red -> grey (a)

i win (**)

truth or drink (f/a)

sass (f)

mr. and mrs. smith (**)

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ Truth or drink - M.R ~

summary: Becoming bored of reading case files constantly Y/N makes it interesting and offers a drinking game

pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

warnings: Drinking

word count: 1,072

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

As Mitch and Y/N sat in different sections of the hotel room reading case files they sat in complete silence. However it's surprisingly comfortable, they've been working together ever since Mitch went through the program at Stan's house her being Hurley after all. Much to Stan's disapproval, Irene put Mitch and Y/N together as teammates. Although Stan gave him shit he knew that Y/N would always be protected. Not that she needed it, she was more dangerous than Stan because nobody can resist a pretty smile and a contagious laugh.

As much as Mitch hated to admit it he could see why she was the most successful agent they had. Even he was attracted to the agent and he's known her for years. There was something about the way she smiled at people, even the targets. She smiled so brightly that you couldn't even tell she had other intentions. The way she carried her happiness on her sleeve made her seem so pure. However, if you got on the wrong side her eye roll wasn't the only deadly thing that would happen. No matter how hard he tried to hide it he knew he had it bad, bad enough that he couldn't shun her out to get rid of the feeling, more than anything he craved to be near her.

Mitch hadn't even realized that he was staring at Y/N while he was thinking. However, Y/N had noticed and she was slightly amused by his staring but she didn't say anything. She just stood up and walked towards Mitch putting her hands on either side of his laptop and lent forward putting her face very close to Mitch coughing and snapping him back to reality.

"Whatcha staring at flower?" She asks innocently trying to embarrass him. Mitch just coughs and moves backward to try and stop himself from leaning forward and pressing his lips against hers. As she walks away Mitch can't help but stare, who could resist? Just as Mitch goes to look back down at his file a glass bottle hits the table and jolts him back into the room. He quickly sees two bottles of whiskey. One in front of him, and one in front of Y/N. Mitch motions towards the bottle with his eyebrow raised.

"I'm not being stuck in this boring hotel room reading the same files over and over again. So we're gonna play a game." Y/N says smirking mischievously. It was that damn smile that made him agree to whatever she said, it was like a challenge and a reason to take the challenge all in one.

"If you say never have I ever I will sl-"

"Will you shut your egotistical mouth for one second, it's called truth or drink. It's fun I promise." Y/N says laughing when Mitch pretended to be offended when she called him egotistical. Mitch agreed because who wouldn't like getting drunk with Y/N? She's a great time sober never mind wasted on whiskey.

"Okay so I'll start, why were you staring at me earlier?" Y/N asks intrigued if he has the guts to answer her sober. Mitch just looks at her and raises his eyebrows and glares at her playfully knowing there is no way he's telling her sober. He shakes his head at her and grabs his bottle of whiskey unscrewing the cap and taking a swig. Y/N frowns at him and he scrunches his nose up while the warm liquid makes its way down his throat.

"I'm not drunk enough for that question."

Y/N nodded understanding and then she lent back into her chair ready for any question Mitch asked. As the sun traveled across the sky the pair sat in the room still trading questions. The bottle cap had been unscrewed many times on each side, however, they both steered away from really personal questions. They'd been working together for years but there was a mutual level of not being too involved in the other one's life.

"How is it having Stan as a father?" Mitch asks finally slurring his words and smiling at Y/N as she puts her hand firmly around the neck of the bottle then relaxes and leans back deciding to answer the question.

"I mean he doesn't seem like it but he was the most involved and caring father. He yelled so much when he knew I'd been accepted to be an agent because he didn't want me to become like him. I know he acts like a hard-ass but to me, he'll always be the man who used to carry me around on his shoulder. I'll also always remember him teaching me how to shoot a gun, and slit a throat. Interesting memories but he made me who I am and I love him." Y/N smiles as she talks. All Mitch can do is stare and smile at the woman sitting in front of him spilling some secrets he never would dare to ask about sober.

"Are you afraid of anything?" Y/N asks leaning forward in her chair trying to intimidate Mitch slightly.

"Not really, I mean I'm in love with you and that scares me half to death," Mitch says as he leans back in his chair not realizing what he just said. As soon as it clicks what he just said both Mitch and Y/N sit up staring at each other.

"Oh, shit did I just…." Mitch says scratching the back of his neck, his face now going bright red knowing that Y/N heard him. She nods slowly just so Mitch is aware that she completely heard and acknowledged what he just said. Mitch just drops his head to face the table instead of Y/N

"I'm in love with you too." Y/N blurts out thinking it will help the situation since Mitch was just honest with her. Mitch's head snaps up and all he can do is smile brightly. Normally he isn't this open about his emotions, maybe it was the alcohol but as soon as Y/N said those words he was stone-cold sober. No matter how they got to this place now that feelings were out in the open there was just one problem.

"Well, at least you don't have to meet my dad…" Y/N says scratching the back of her neck awkwardly and then at that moment Mitch realized that there was one thing in this world that put the shits up him, and that's Stan Hurley.

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inkedobsidian · 1 year

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~ Mr. and Mrs. Smith ~ M.R

prompt: 33. “I could punch you right now.”

requested by: @stilessbaseballbat

summary: good old sexual tension

pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

warnings: slight nsfw due to tension

word count: 1,584

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

Despite it being 2 am it wasn't unusual to find Y/N and Mitch in the sparring area. They'd been partners in training and the field for almost 3 years by this point. People were surprised at how easily they clicked as partners but the truth is in the files. Just under 3 years and a comprehensive list of at least 45 eliminated targets left them no time to relax, not even in between jobs. That's what leads them to working out, sparring at 2 am.

"You know if you keep hitting me like a child you're gonna lose your touch in the field," Y/N said hopping in between stances in front of Mitch who'd previously just been bitch-slapped across the face. Most other times this would be inappropriate but in under a second of thought Mitch had picked up Y/N across his shoulder and slammed her on the ground letting all the air leave her chest.

"You know if you keep bitch slapping me I'm gonna put my knee under your spine next time," Mitch said without a sliver of sarcasm as he helped Y/N back up off the floor. It was very entertaining watching 2 trained killers express affection in a very twisted way. Any normal human would think they're trying to kill each other.

"Next time my ass." Was the last word uttered before Y/N sent an uppercut straight to Mitch's chin. This then led to a solid 10 minutes of very intense sparring while also a very intense battle of quips as if they were both in a buddy cop movie.

That was until Mitch landed a lucky punch that split Y/N's lip. He noticed the second he did it and so did Y/N as she felt the skin-pop. It wasn't a big deal to her people get injured while sparring it doesn't make a difference but it makes Mitch feel bad every time she gets a cut due to sparring.

"Okay, we're done." Mitch said taking his knuckle wraps off and walking away. Y/N always gets fed up when he ends sparring early to due an injury, but she knew he means well. Y/N walks away without another word and heads to the kitchen walking through the forest from the sparring gym to the cabin again. By the time Mitch had cleared up and followed her out of the gym Y/N was already sitting down at the island in the kitchen with a bag of peas over her mouth and 2 glasses of whiskey in front of her.

"Here you go, princess," Y/N said throwing another bag of peas towards him to help with the shiner that she'd left on his right eye. He catches it with a wink and puts the bag on his eye taking his seat next to her, and taking a sip of the whiskey she poured for him. So they proceeded to sit in silence sipping their whiskeys with different bags of peas on their face numbing the pain of different injuries when Hurley walked in to get an early morning glass of whiskey before he inevitably went back to sleep.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith," Hurley said nodding to them both as he passed to grab his own drink. Y/n had heard a range of nicknames for her and Rapp over the past 3 years, Cosmo and Wanda was her personal favorite, but this was a new one so it was difficult for her to stifle a laugh. Mitch however didn't get the reference, of course, he didn't. He didn't question it either, not until Hurley left that is.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith?" Mitch questioned Y/N. She just turned to him with a confused face wondering why he repeated what Hurley said, unless…

"Have you never seen that movie?" Y/N said pulling her whole body back in shock at the audacity. Mitch just shook his head slowly worried for her (over) reaction to him not seeing a hailed 'cult classic.' This sprung Y/N into a 10-minute synopsis of the movie filling her whiskey glass up as they'd already drunk it and refilled it twice. By the time Y/N was done with her explanation she looked to Mitch to gauge his reaction and obviously she got nothing, considering he'd had a hard time following along with what she was saying as he was too busy looking at the bust lip he gave her… or maybe he was just looking at her lips. He shook his head after that thought but realized the shake seen dismissive and followed it with,

"Never seen it, sounds interesting." He said covering all bases considering he didn't actually pay attention.

"I swear when we're back from this mission I'm making a list of movies we need to watch, starting with Mr. and Mrs. Smith," Y/N says putting the bag of peas on her neck. Mitch hadn't even noticed there was a bruise near her neck until that moment, or maybe he was noticing the drop of water from the outside of the bag fall down her neck and further down unt-

"What I have to spend MORE time with you outside of our job?" Mitch coughed out trying to talk about literally anything else. Y/N looked fake offended for a moment which was really just putting her lower lip down in a frown, which led Mitch back to the cut on her lip… or her lips. "Okay fine you got me movie night it is," He said breaking trying to get a change of conversation as quickly as he could.

"Wow, didn't think you'd be THAT easy Rapp. Interesting." Y/N drew out the last syllables to annoy Mitch, and it worked. He moved his body to face her more and dropped the bag of peas to give her a full condescending stare. That was the first time Y/N had actually looked at the bruise on his face and when she did her face softened in empathy for the pain. Mitch didn't know what she was thinking about he had just seen her entire body relax and her face softens as she looked straight at him. He watched intently as she reached out to press around the bruise to see if it was going to grow any further, thankfully it didn't seem to hurt where she was pressing but it was burning in a way he couldn't understand at the moment. Maybe it was just the whiskey making his skin reactive to warmth, that had to be it.

That was until Y/N stood up to get something from the cupboards to make food and Mitch's body got up without his mind telling him to. He ended up standing directly behind her his breath hitting the back of her neck where the ice had just been meaning she felt it intensely across her back. She expected him to move as if he was just shuffling past her but she was wrong, he just stood there not really touching her no matter how much her mind begged that he would. She decided in a moment of weakness to turn around and face him and there he was, not moving a muscle just observing her.

"Awfully close there Rapp, I could punch you right now," Y/N said laughing hoping that the sarcastic threat would elicit the same response from him and would snap him out of whatever was happening. She was ultimately wrong as the comment made Mitch close the distance he's left, but as she also stepped back she realized there was no more room as her back was to the kitchen counter. Mitch just watched her for a moment not understanding how it's taken him this long to truly notice her features individually. Of course, he was aware she was attractive he wasn't blind, they'd been partners for years and he'd seen her dressed for balls and all sorts of occasions but there was a difference between attractiveness and pure beauty. Maybe it was the sarcastic comments she made as they were fighting to make him less anxious, maybe it was the way she always defended him to Hurley in their earlier days, or simply maybe it was Hurley referencing them as a couple that he began to think about them in every way a couple exists.

He brought his hand up to her cheek swiping his thumb across her lip and cleaning up the excess blood from when it re-split as she laughed. That was when it clicked in Y/N's head, or at least she thought she was right. She was hoping at the moment that it wasn't just the alcohol and the testosterone from working out. Although maybe the aftermath would be easier if he was just drunk and being a bit more confident than usual. Both of them knew it wasn't the case as the air around them shifted and the tension seemed to turn quite quickly to lust even though all they were doing was looking each other in the eyes. People underestimate the intimacy of truly looking at someone and letting them see you for who you are, and that's what Rapp was doing for the first time he was truly looking at the same woman who'd been in front of him for years and he finally let her see him.

"Yeah.. you could." was the last thing he whispered before he closed the space taking her lips on his ignoring the bloody lip, and the fact they were in the cabin with Hurley just 2 doors away.

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inkedobsidian · 1 year

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~ Sass - M.R ~

prompt: 45 - "Enough with the sass!"

requested by: anon

summary: Hurley and Y/N have a disagreement on how an OP should be ran when Y/N reminds Hurley who is really in charge.

pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,356

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

Hurley never liked it when a Kennedy told him how to run the Orion team. Which was rather ironic considering the Kennedy sisters were the ones in charge of the Orion team back in the C.I.A building. Using this information you can gather how Hurley reacted when he got a call from Y/N Kennedy called him informing him of an OP that would begin with her joining his ranch as an unsuspecting trainer.

"I just don't understand why a) you have to be here for this OP and b) why you have the slightest suspicion against my team." Hurley near shouted at Y/N who was only sitting across the table from him.

"Because, Stan, the last mission you went on should have been flawless and I mean flawless. Yet somehow word got out about our plans and we were once again left looking like headless chickens in a foreign country not knowing where our heads start and our arse begins!" Y/N shouted back at him. Hurley did sometimes forget that between the two Y/N was the more outspoken of the sisters.

"I still don't understand why he needs to be here," Stan grumbled as he sat back in his chair and crossed his arms like a sulking child. Then he that Stan refers to is none other than Mitch Rapp. Although on numerous occasions they have taken turns saving each other's life there was still a distance between the two of them. Hurley saw Rapp as an out-of-control unit who couldn't follow orders for shit. Rapp saw Hurley as an old man who fell off what he used to be and now blames Rapp. Y/N just sees them both as two prepubescent boys competing in a pissing contest.

"Because it's my OP and I decide who needs to know, Rapp is in a unique position still technically being with the trainees while also having the respect from the other trainees due to his career history." Y/N replies nonechalont. Both of the Kennedy sisters had a disdain for whenever Hurley would try to undermine their opinions, it always revolved around their opinions of Rapp though so neither took it seriously.

"The fact that you're not listening to me is insane. You wanna take HIM on an OP? This boy would not follow orders if given by the president himself! He has no business being on OPs like these and being privy to this information." Stan then continued to put on a baby voice and go on a rant about Rapps traumatic past and acting as if Rapp was thinking he was special for his unique position.

This entire time Mitch had stayed silent. He had learned once before that jumping at the bait normally ended with something wrapped around his neck. 'Never let it get personal,' and he stuck to that. Hurley however very often forgets that he is not the CIA as one man and he isn't even in fact the top man. After a short minute, Y/N had, had enough of Hurley's attitude.

"Hurley if you say one more thing I'm taking you off this OP. It can run with or without you depending on your behavior." Y/N says taking her seat and opening the file, although she was as hot-headed as he is she had learned when to dial it back.

"Okay Miss Deputy Director treating me like a child, I was taking care of you as a child," Hurley said now spitting his dummy out towards her and not aimed at Rapp, who was quite deeply enjoying this interaction.

"Enough with the sass! If you're gonna act like a child I will treat you like one! You will sit down and I won't hear anything else. One word and I mean one goddamn word Stanley and you will be on early retirement." Y/N said booming her voice across the room. Y/N was sure other trainers heard her outside the doors but frankly, she was sick of the disrespect. Stan simply nodded and sat down staying silent the whole time. He couldn't deny the slight smile on his face, after all, he'd watched her grow up he couldn't help but be proud. He was thankfully quiet for the whole debriefing only giving curt nods when he understood.

Later that evening just a little after midnight Y/N was sat at the kitchen island looking over files on the OP they were about to begin, she was never really a fan of whiskey so she settled with a cold beer and a coffee for maximum efficiency. She had noticed the door had opened but she assumed it was Stan so she stayed silent giving him the cold shoulder from their interaction earlier. Turns out it was Mitch who had wandered in for a late-night beer after finishing his workout.

"Kennedy." He said nodding his head in respect towards her.

"Oh Rapp, excellent timing. I was hoping to get your opinion on something?" Y/N says all wide-eyed from caffeine and booze. Mitch stopped dead before he sat down on the stool, he was so used to being on OP's with Hurley that no one had ever asked his opinion on an OP before, makes sense on why he always decided to do his own thing.

"Of course, before that, I just wanted to extend my thanks. We've never worked together before it would make sense for you to take Hurley's opinion on me and kick me out of this OP." Mitch said sitting down on the opposite side of the island. Mitch was rarely the thankful type normally this stuff wouldn't matter but the Kennedys mattered to him. They've been the only people who have backed him from the very beginning and although it's taken him a year to meet Y/N in person he's been the main man for most of her OPs so he knows he can trust her info which makes him trust her.

"Mitch…" Y/N says on an out-breath clearly letting her body relax, "I have been dealing with Stan Hurley since I can remember and I know there are very few he respects, but there's even fewer who's saved his life. I will be forever in debt to anyone whos in that few numbers. Stan however is old and set in his ways, and frankly, he refuses to see the similarities between him as a young recruit and you now. He's a great man Stan Hurley, but not always a good one."

Mitch had never seen anyone talk about Stan with such love and admiration but also such annoyance it was almost funny to him. Y/N truly seemed like a tired caretaker for an old man, but that proved her love and loyalty otherwise she wouldn't still be here. It was from that moment that Mitch had decided that no matter what happened in a future OP that Y/N Kennedy would always be someone he would trust just as she trusted him to be the main man on OPs, just as she had trusted him with such a deep insight into her life in a way he wasn't expecting.

So Mitch agreed to help Y/N look over plans and fit each ruse to each recruit. Most people were used to staying up late for their job and these two would be crowned champions if it was a competition. Y/N however had maybe stayed up for a bit too long and had a bit one too many beers and not enough coffee, considering as the clock hit 4:45 Mitch turned around with a new cup of coffee to find Y/N face down on the island fast asleep. He didn't question the next actions he just filed away all the documents around her and put her laptop on charge. Then checking the coast was clear from Hurley he carried Y/N the few doors down to her room. When she was safely laid down on her bed he checked the hallway again and left back to his room where he spent the next 4 hours working on his overview of the operation with a slight hint of a ghost of a smile plastered across his face.

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ Try me. - M.R ~

summary: Y/N had been hostage for months, she still hasn't given anything up no matter how much pain she was in.

pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

warnings: Torture, Self-Harm, Suicide

word count: 1,117

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

All Y/N could hear was the ringing in her ears from the constant abuse. All she could feel was a numbness that covered her whole body, as her vision became clearer the ringing in her ears became louder and the pain came back even worse than before. As Y/N raised her head she sees the white floor underneath her which is painted pink with dried and washed-off stains of her blood. The fire of pain runs up her nails all up to the cuts and clear wounds on her back and chest. The feeling of loneliness overwhelms her until she hears the door open and she suddenly recoils and feels even more alone than before.

"Ahh you're awake finally, I thought you'd succumbed to your wounds finally." The man sniggered as he pressed his hand underneath her chin and lifted her head examining the marks all over her face and neck. It was a different man every week so much so that they'd all blurred into one massive ass-hole. Y/N gathers the blood in her mouth and spits at the man's face and that earns a kick to her chest making the chair fall over and crash on the floor. As her head whacked off the floor the ringing sound returned for a moment. As she stares at the ceiling suddenly the light is dimmed by the outline of the man's face. Her hair is ragged and some strands being ripped out by the force of him using her hair to lift her malnourished body weight. He kneeled in front of her and tutted sadly.

"You know you've been here for almost 6 months. Almost half a year and nobody has come to save you. They don't care about you." As he tried to emotionally manipulate her nothing worked. He didn't think he could crack Y/N but as the days go by he becomes more certain that she'd never break. Months wasted on someone who wouldn't talk. Men wasted on someone who was never going to speak about anything,

"You can't make me talk by breaking my heart. You could shatter every bone in my body, and you've come close. You can't break me, and you know you can't." Y/N smirks victorious, as psycho as it sounds she would rather die than tell him anything at all. Trying to keep his composure the man stands up and walks around to a table that Y/N is accustomed to now. He grabs a scalpel and sits in front of her. He leans closer and Y/N begins to laugh at him.

"What are you laughing at? I can hurt you in ways you can't even imagine." The man grabs Y/N by the throat making her cough and her vision go blurry.

"You're weak. A scalpel? I had worse done to me while training to kill people like you. Oh please, I did worse to myself as a teenager. If you think digging a scalpel in my flesh and ripping it open will break me you are more delusional than the last guy that tried." Y/N begins to cackle and then the mysterious man stabs the scalpel straight into her thigh making her scream once loudly. As he pulls it out and stabs her again in her arm and this makes her scream with her mouth closed not giving anyone who could be watching any satisfaction at all.

"You. Can't. Break. Me. And that scares the shit out of all of you." Y/N says smirking. She spits blood to the side getting it on the man's shoe.

"You're only human. Everyone breaks eventually. Either that or we'll put a bullet in you're head and Rapp will come running to get his revenge." His tactic of mentioning Mitch Rapp showed how desperate they are. However Y/N didn't even waver at the name, she couldn't.

"I'm only human, and that terrifies you that I'm still loyal. What pisses you all of more is that I'm a woman. A woman has single-handedly confused and annoyed all of you. And if you do decide to give up I hope it eats away at you at night that I'm the one person you couldn't beat. Nobody cares about me, so you lose either way." Y/N begins to go monotoned and she stops talking until she hears the click of a gun. She looks up to the barrel of a handgun and laughs.

"Well, I guess we just kill you or leave you for dead." The man says with his voice wavering not wanting to kill the only information lead they've got.

"If you kill me you better put a bullet right between my eyes. Or I will hunt all of you down and torture you for longer than I've been here. And trust me I'll do it for fun." Y/N snarls putting her head to the gun and laughing when the man's eyes go wide. He lowers the gun and just as he's about to back out both of their heads snap to outside the room where gunfire starts firing from both sides. Suddenly there's a bang in the room and Y/N looks down to see he shot her point-blank in the stomach. The chair falls on the floor with the force of the bullet leaving Y/N bleeding out on the floor alone. The door bursts open and two people run in, one running straight for Y/N. As she opens her eyes again she sees a different silhouette and this time it's Mitch.

"Mitch? You actually came?" Y/N asks more confused than pleased.

"Of course I did. I never stopped. Don't talk just try to stay awake." Mitch says shooting the chains around her hands.

"Mitch… I-"

"I said don't talk Y/N. Please just survive." Mitch almost whimpers noticing how close she is to dying in his arms.

"I need you to forgive me. I made myself noticed so they didn't get you. I sacrificed myself and didn't even say goodb-"

"I forgive you Y/N. I forgave you the moment I realized why you ran. I thought you'd left because of me. But you left to save me. I forgive you." Mitch says picking her up and trying to maneuver so he didn't rip any new wounds open wider.

"I love you, Mitch. I'm sorry." Y/N says as darkness begins to take over her vision with every passing second.

"I love you too. Next time just talk to me. There will be a next time just hang on!" Mitch says louder to wake her up, but not enough to stop her from slipping finally out of consciousness. Mitch doesn't know if she'll make it. He just hopes that she heard him say he loves her.

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ Grey - M.R ~

summary: sequal to Red. Y/N is now in the hospital attemting to recover

pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

warnings: After care in hospital, coma

word count: 1,083

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

Mitch's life went from every shade of red to a pale shade of grey in moments. It's been almost three months since he broke down on the floor as Y/N got driven away in an ambulance on the verge of her death. As time went past Mitch watched Y/N's body shrink and deteriorate. As the color drained from her face she turned from a lovely pink shade of happiness to a beaten face covered in red, black, and blue. Now he has to sit by while her face turns to a sickly grey. Although Mitch gets sick thinking about the state of Y/N what he doesn't realize is he doesn't look too different from her. As his mental state deteriorates so does his physical health and he hasn't even realized it. Stan and Irene don't even mention how he looks because they know that the only thing he cares about is if Y/N will ever wake up.

Mitch's hair has started to snap when he runs his hands through his hair because of the little care he has for himself. His cheekbones are more defined but in a ghoulish way, just like Y/N. After three months all of her bruises have healed but the mental ones will stay forever and Mitch already knows this. His back begins to ache constantly as hospital chairs aren't the comfiest and he refuses to go anywhere in case Y/N was up and he's not here. Although the nurses have told him numerous times to go sleep in a normal bed so he's in better health for her he also refuses. The bags under his eyes grow bigger every day and he only takes small naps because nobody knows when she'll wake up.

As time went on and the world got more grey for Mitch. As Irene kept emailing him about new missions, Mitch kept ignoring them all knowing that he couldn't leave Y/N because the last time he did, even though it was only for a few moments, she was taken. As he tried to think through in his mind why this happened to her of all people, she wasn't an agent; she was just a civilian Mitch fell for. As he tried to answer all these questions he felt like he was trying to solve a crossword that had no right answer. As he sleeps memories of them come in flashbacks and as he stares at her sick and ghoulish body it's like he can hear echoes of her in his mind.

As Y/N sits stuck in her own mind screaming for Mitch to save her again she is just stuck in her imagination. Just like Mitch her whole world is grey inside her mind. She sits inside her mind in a house covered in darker splats of grey, the world in her mind is deteriorating and she knows that her body is probably doing the same on the outside. She wonders around her mind trying to escape the grey in her mind.

All these changes when flashes of color begin to appear and she begins to hear whistling in the trees. Colour only appears in flashes but the whistling is more constant before it begins to form words, echo's almost. The echo that she's hearing begins to turn into formable words and the voice is then recognized… Mitch is speaking to her.

"Y/N… I know people say you can hear when you're in a coma so I decided to finally speak. It's been about… 6 months I guess. I can't really tell. I haven't left your side because this feels like my fault. You never asked for this and I should've protected you more. You fell in love with the wrong person. I understand if you don't want to see me again after what happened because you went through enough trauma for a lifetime. Anyway, I just wanted to say I love you. I said it when they took you away but I don't know if you ever heard me with the pain you were in. I needed to say it out loud finally in a place you could hear me. I love you Y/N… I'm sorry."

Mitch holds her hand and begins to tear up as he realizes the damage just knowing him has caused her. His tears fall down his face and his throat feels like it's swelled up to the point of closing so he can't breathe. Within two seconds he can't breathe for a different reason.

"You need to stop blaming yourself…" A voice croaks almost as if it hurts just to speak, which in fact does. Mitch's head snaps up and he sees Y/N with her eyes ever so slightly open.

"How can I not blame myself when you're in here because of me." He shuffles the chair as close to the bed as he can even get to make sure she feels safe. "Well, I'm probably here because I refused to tell them shit, even though it hurt like a bitch." She says chuckling at the end, which made her start to cough. Mitch quickly hands her a cup of water that he refills every few hours. As it made its way down her throat she lent back with the relaxation of being alive but feeling all the pain that comes with it. As she winces Mitch goes to leave. "No don’t leave. Just a few more minutes alone.. please." Y/N whines trying to have a little more peace with Mitch.

"Aren't you in pain?" Mitch asks worried for her.

"Please I've been in more pain, I never realized how much pain the body can take before it passes out. I thought it was a lot less." She chuckles trying to lighten the mood.

"So you told them nothing?" Mitch asks not worried about himself more-so proud of her.

"Well, besides they can fuck off and bite me, not a single thing." She chuckles when saying bite me. Mitch just smirks at her.

"That's my girl." He smiles kissing her forehead gently.

"I heard you, when I was put into the ambulance, it was the last thing I heard before it went dark." She smiles at him. They both stay in silence and they just stay in each other's presence happy to be there together. Finally, Y/N opens her mouth to say something that's been on her time the entire time.

"I hope I look better than you because Jesus Christ Mitch you need a several-hour shower and a shave."

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ I win - M.R~

summary: Mitch walks in on Y/N training in heels, she proves she can always win

pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

warnings: sexual tension

word count: 971

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

The room of the gym was empty, or so it seemed, the good part about training really late at night after everyone has left is that the connecting rooms of the gym are always abandoned so you don't need to worry about someone walking in on you training all alone at 11 pm. Usually, Y/N trains at this time and then just goes for a drink afterward but this time she wasn't training alone. As she kept at her combat training Mitch walked through the doors to the sound of Imagine Dragons booming from a room far in the corner of the gym. As he walked to the right corner just across from the changing rooms he stands in the doorway leaning and watching as Y/N goes over and over the same moves again and again being almost perfect every time.

"You know you could do that in flats and you would nail it every time," Mitch announces noticing that she's trying to fight in heels. Y/N whips around shocked by the sudden voice but smiles when she realizes who it is. Mitch smirks at her smile and laughs when he sees the different parts of her hair that have gone frizzy and stuck to her face with sweat.

"Mitch we have been on 6 different missions together, when have I ever worn flats?" Y/N says sarcasm dripping from her chuckle as she finishes the end of her sentence. As she wipes her hair back onto her head her top pulls up with her and Mitch can't help but turn his attention to that little section of her skin that is now exposed.

"Just admit I'm right. Take the heels off, you're still hot when you're (height) don't worry." Mitch says as he pulls off his tank top to reveal his ripped chest and chest hair that covered the middle part of it, as well as the crab ladder leading down to wear his very prominent V-Line is drawing Y/N's attention. Y/N slips off her heels suddenly being 5" smaller. Just to tease Mitch, as he was already looking, Y/N takes off her tank top leaving her in just her sports bra making Mitch more frustrated than he already was looking at her all hot and sweaty because the only thing clouding his mind was him on top of her pinning her down to the floor their bodies pressed together creating a knot inside of his stomach as he pumped inside of her faster and fa-

"Mitch? You ready? You zoned out a bit there love." Y/N smirks knowing exactly why he was zoned out. Mitch just shakes his head and smiles at her putting his hands up to cover his face. Mitch took one swing at Y/N's face and instead of ducking under she grabbed his wrist and twisted it towards her bending him down towards the floor and quickly rotating herself so she's on his back with one arm snaked underneath his throat and another around the arm locking him in a guillotine lock. Y/N presses her chin on Mitch's neck and puts her lips near his ear.

"So, wanna try with me in heels now?" She whispers sending a chill up Mitch's spine and a pulse down a different area. She loosens her grip just a bit knowing Mitch will feel less pressure on his neck. Just as she does that Mitch flips Y/N down and holds her arms above her head. As she stares down Y/N just smirks knowing Mitch like she knows her favorite TV show.

"I could kiss you right now," Mitch whispers knowing no-one can hear him but still being quiet like if she doesn't hear him properly he can play it off. However, Y/N did hear him and she just smiles.

"Go for it." She smirks. Without a second of thought, Mitch lent down, more carefully than Y/N imagined, and pressed his lips against hers. His rough lips against her soft ones collided perfectly as their chemistry together started to react and Mitch slowly let go of Y/N's hands and put one hand on the side of her face and the other on her hip as she buckled her hips slightly up to press against him. The salty taste filled both of their mouths as the sweat from their top lips.

Mitch immediately picks Y/N up and places her on a counter just behind them and she moves her body forward pressing herself as close as she can get to Mitch and she can feel him begin to grow the harder she kisses him. As she fumbles with his sweat pants they drop towards the floor. Just as he leans back Y/N pushes herself up and wraps her legs around Mitch's head and spins around so she's choking him with her legs and she grabs his arm and twists it backward tangling his body like a pretzel.

"I win." Y/N smirks. As she lets him go Mitch stands up smirking with his erection in plain sight as his sweatpants around his ankles.

"Talk about attacking a man with his pants around his ankles." Mitch laughs while pulling his sweat pants back up.

"Well, Cersei Lannister did say tears aren't a woman's only weapon, the best ones between your legs." Y/N chuckles grabbing a bottle of water and taking a long glug. Now the two are just stood in silence both of them still radiating sexual tension. Mitch looks Y/N up and down his erection still prominent. He licks his dry lips to remove some of the sweat and Y/N bites her lip at the sight of Mitch all shirtless and sweaty because of her. As Y/N adjusts her leggings and Mitch does the same to his pulsating erection they both just stare at each other and have the same thought.

"Ah fuck it."

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ Red - M.R ~

summary: Mitch comes for the people who took Y/N

pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

warnings: Abuse, Torture, Hint at rape etc.

word count: 807

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

Some people who sign up to do evil things do it because they themselves have gone through dark times, some people are believed to be born evil. However, no matter what you went through to make them this evil didn’t prepare them for the wrath of Mitch Rapp. A man who went from an exceptional student with a loving wife to a cold hard killer in a moment of time shorter than a burst of bullets. However now he had Y/N he wasn’t the same as before he was stronger and smarter and now she’d been taken from him he’d gone nuclear.

As he ripped through target after target his hands were almost stained with so much blood they should be permanently pink. Nothing mattered more than finding her and he hated that it took so long. Both Hurley and Irene knew there was nothing they could do to stop him so they insisted on helping considering their love for the girl too.

Finally, Irene had called about finally having a lead on her location and nothing stopped Mitch from immediately seeing red knowing how close he was to her. Without even waiting for backup Mitch took his car and drove straight to the location with only a Glock and a few different rounds of ammo. Some people would think that this would leave him at a disadvantage but he knew otherwise.

As he kicked the door down the first wave of people appeared and with almost inhumane reflexes Mitch killed all of them without even flinching when the blood-splattered against the walls and his face. Clearly whoever kidnapped Y/N didn’t expect Mitch to be so enraged that he could slaughter anyone because no matter how many men he found in the next room he slaughtered all of them like lamb.

When he finally opened the door to where she was tied down he was all alone with her. The red in his eyes died down and all he saw was the red on her face. Y/N was still wearing the clothes that she was in when he last saw her. Well, they were barely there anymore but that didn’t stop Mitch from still loving her. As he noticed she was out cold he took a moment to assess the place and he hated what he smelt. As the smell of excrement and blood filled his nose he got enraged to the point where he didn’t know how to handle it. Dried blood stuck to her nose and her eyebrow. She under eye was enlarged and blacker than Mitch’s hair. Bloodstains were stuck to her leg and they rose going underneath her tights and continued going up. Mitch gripped his hands against his thighs as he tried to slow his breathing.

“Talk to me, Y/N,” Mitch says holding her head up attempting to wake her up calmly. As she stirred awake her eyes went wide as she realized who it was.

“Mitch? I thought you’d left me.” She murmurs trying to keep her breathing steady and her eyes awake.

“I’d never leave you Y/N,” Mitch says trying to smile through his pain of seeing her like this. He stands up and Y/N shakes her head at him. “We need to get out of here.”

“I can’t move, just leave me and get out before anyone comes back.” Y/N strains the end of her words spitting blood on the floor.

“Look at me - just breathe, okay? We’re gonna get out together and alive.” He picks her up bridal style and begins to carry her out while blood falls from her mouth. Running through the building Mitch could hear more sirens and he knows that Hurley is finally outside. As he busts through the final door the lights blinded him soon and immediately a weight is lifted and he knows they’ve taken Y/N off of his hands. As he sees her in the ambulance Mitch goes to walk forward when a hand stops him, it’s Hurley.

“Let them handle it, Rapp.” He says not wavering his voice with his hand on Mitch’s chest. Although Mitch tries to continue walking toward her.

“No, I just need to tell her something,” Mitch says pushing against Hurley.

“She knows Mitch. Trust me, she knows.” Hurley says lowering his voice trying not to be a hard ass in this situation.

“No I’ve never told her, I need to tell her!” Mitch says raising his voice louder at the frustration of not being able to get to her. “I LOVE YOU Y/N!” Mitch yells as his voice cracks towards the end of the sentence, as he stops talking his voice goes dry and he collapses on the floor staring at the ambulance she was held in not moving a muscle as it drove off towards the hospital. He just hopes she heard him.

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ Back to you - D.O ~

summary: As Dylan walks through the park he also walks through the memories of a relationship long gone.

pairing: Dylan O'BrienxReader

warnings: None!

word count: 1,103

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

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As he walked around under street lights he looked from place to place and, almost like echoes of a lover's past, he saw scenes play out in front of him. Different situations from him first telling her he loved her to them breaking up less than 100 feet away from their first kiss. The ghosts surrounded him as he almost broke remembering it all. His mind was so sure about leaving but his heart wavered every time wondering if it was the right decision. They lost the little moments of love, and now they were both alone. All the memories brought her back to him from a little moment, and at that moment he could pretend she was still his.

He started at the gate of the little play area where Y/N used to giggle at 1 am when they went on secret adventures together. He walked through the gate and sat on one of the benches against the fence of the play area. Late at night the whole park wasn't very well lit up but it was enough that his mind could divulge into memories.

"Dylan, please!" Y/N laughed as she ran through the gate of the play area and jumped on the swings. All Dylan could do was shake his head and laugh at the amount of energy she had so late at night, filming had that effect on her, she could never sleep after a long day. "Y/N it's 2 am, you should sleep. Don't you have another full day tomorrow?" Dylan slowly walked towards the giggling girl swinging as high as she could. All Y/N did was nod her head and continue swinging. Although he cared about whether she was well-rested or not Dylan couldn't deny how happy she currently was so he let it slide and joined her on the swing beside her, this earned a happy whoop from Y/N. Although he lives here, he usually avoids this park now. Not because he hates Y/N and wants to avoid any memory of her, but purely because even after all this time it still hurts too much. He still loves her. So he thought he'd grant himself time. Time to cherish the memories where they happened. Time to love her again, whether she was here or not.

He then took his trip to the lake less than 50 paces from the play-park. The only part of the park lit was the bridge, so up the bridge, he walked. Staring over the edge to the water he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, almost as if being with her again, he could feel all the emotions he did that day.

"Just put your hands over your eyes we are almost there and I don't want you spoiling it!" Dylan laughed as he held Y/N's shoulders and walked her across dry grass to the edge of the river, facing the bridge. Although she trusted him with her life Y/N was terrified of not being able to see where she was going "Can I open my eyes now?" Y/N begged in a babyish voice while shaking her shoulders in Dylan's grasp. All Dylan could do is laugh at how eager Y/N was, also how much she was going to love this surprise. He finally gripped her shoulder to stop her from walking into the water and turned her body towards the bridge. Dylan grabbed her wrists and slowly lowered them down so she could see. Y/N opened her eyes, but at first, could see anything. Midday in the park and with the sunlight beaming down it was hard for her to visualize her surroundings until her eyes focused and she saw the surprise. The words 'I love you Y/N.' were written on a white banner and hung up on the bridge. "Okay so I know how much you love that Hunter Hayes song but sadly I was not allowed to actually spray paint the bridge. So I just settled for-" "I love you too Dylan," Y/N said with a wide smile on her face. As soon as Dylan realized what she had said he smiled too. Now both of them were grinning like idiots on the edge of a lake. Just as Dylan was leaning in to kiss Y/N there were interrupted. "I LOVE YOU GUYS TOO!" Shouted a voice-only recognizable as Tyler Posey. He then finally stood up from sitting on top of the bridge filming everything. Although interrupted all the pair could do is laugh at their stupid best friend.

The one place he didn't want to look was the place he ended up walking to anyway. As the street lights got brighter the narrow park dirt road widened out onto the brightly lit street that was booming with life and industries. Then it came into view, a tiny family-run cafe. A cafe was the last time he'd seen her, and every night he wished it had ended differently. If he'd said something different to make her stay, or if he'd tried to get her back maybe he wouldn't feel so insecure about all the little memories.

It wasn't the usual break up story, it wasn't raining, there was no dramatic fight. Just two tired people, in every way. They loved each other that was for sure, that's why it was harder for them. They couldn't yell and scream because one of them fucked up, it probably would've been easier that way.

"I'm sorry.." Y/N whispered to a level that Dylan almost couldn't hear. "I'm sorry too…" Dylan repeated at the same level that Y/N did. Neither of them really knew what to say. It's not like they could blame each other. The truth was they were both at fault, that was the reality of some breakups. You're both in the wrong. This time they'd gotten lazy, they'd fallen on the belief that if they love each other enough they'd survive no matter what, however, they'd gotten TOO lazy. Empty promises on visits eventually led to fights and even bigger problems. "I wish I could say the cliche it's not you, it's me. It's both of us. Exhausted and lazy. Maybe in a few years, but I'll be honest I'm skeptical that maybe one random day we'll bump into each other. Hopefully one day the universe will have us bump into each other, but for now, this is it. The end of us." Y/N finished her sentence and stood up, that's when Dylan placed his hand around Y/N's wrist lightly. "I love you Y/N… I always will." "Goodbye Dylan." These were the last words Dylan heard in person…

"Dylan…" Until now.

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