#mitch x katrina

[obriengf]

A Gracious Gift || Mitch Rapp x Reader

Summary: Mitch had almost forgotten what it was like to be shown love until you gave him a small token to change his mind. Words: 1.4k Warnings: swearing bc it's mitch... he also has trust issues okay, pretty angsty oops Notes: the first addition to my 2023 xmas fics!

hope he's bringing me love this christmas cause i deserve you here ✩

His nose scrunched, details of exasperation etching themselves deep in the wrinkle between his brows and the frown of his lips. It was a cross between amusement and simple irritation that devoured the man as he stood resistant to the brightly coloured lights that reflected across the warm brown of his irises, arms crossed over his chest and a huff pushing past his lips. Mitch Rapp didn't do Christmas, not anymore. Neither did his ears enjoy the pretentious tunes that flooded the small living room of your safehouse or the irony they held as he stared at the decorated tree beside the small television.

"Is this a joke?" He huffed, once more, head barely turning as his voice carried to the small frame to his left. You didn't reply, his question dripping in all things rhetorical, and instead allowed a smile to curl upward into the shadow of a smirk. His pessimism is something that you're used to by now - starting beyond the tantrum he threw when you were first assigned as his partner. The Assassin grew to like you, however, after many arguments and a handful of times proving yourself. He saw honour within you and a driving force to do right by all, no matter what it took. In turn, you saw a man that hurt where his heart lay, but he used his head as a guard and determination to build up near impenetrable walls. It didn't stop you though, from trying... from showing him that there is much more to this world than Good versus Bad. And eventually, Mitch Rapp became oxygen - you breathed in his presence every single day without fault, but a part of you also desperately needed him to survive. 

"Don't be such a killjoy." You eventually said, proud that you pulled together something so makeshift in such little time allowed. You chuckled at his negative outlook, avoiding the side eye he threw your way as you tentatively reached out to drag a finger across a bright blue bauble. It was hope, a much-needed light in the midst of the cruel world that you face every day. And it just so happened to appear in the form of cheap gas station decorations and an overwhelming scent of pine needles from one of the small trees next to the cabin. You drew a breath as you turned to the man, the whisky tone of his eyes already peering down at you. He was swimming in hesitation, near drowning from it if it meant that he kept himself closed off. "I just wanted to give you a reason to be happy."

Your voice was quiet, and Mitch nearly would have missed it if he wasn't pouring so much of his focus into you. He last celebrated this stupid Holiday with Katrina - when he had a reason to smile, to have hope, to bathe in that happiness that would usually come from such a joyous time. And since then, you had made him smile and he had an inkling of hope, and he had a reason to be happy once again but the pain was still so incredibly present that it continued to devour every single cell in his body until he was just a shell. And Mitch hurt. He always hurt.

You always knew when he was starting to shut down. Mitch's emotions would turn off, like a simple flick of a switch, and the robot persona that the Central Intelligence Agency craved would soon embody the man that you've grown so accustomed to. You would lose him for hours, as if he was asleep and he needed to wake. Mitch Rapp had lost hope for so long and it killed you to see how much it affected him.

Even if it took every single second you owned, you were going to help him. To show the man the love that he deserved. To finally wake him up.

Mitch scoffed and turned away from you, his large hand dragging down his cheek. Words were mumbled against the palm of his hand, "Well, you wasted your time."

"You're never a waste of time, Mitch." You replied, remaining beside the tree as you watched his head hang low. It was expected for him to walk away, but he didn't, his back still to you but his ears listening for the soft coo of your voice. A small smile tugged eagerly at your lips, "You're a lot of things, mostly a pain in my ass, but you're not a waste of time. Especially mine. I'd do anything for you, you know that."

The man exhaled, his head shaking, "You can't fix a broken man, Y/N. Not one whose as fucked as I am."

Your chest tightened. Mitch's exhaustion was wearing him down, his walls cracking, crumbling, and not in the way you thought they would. His sadness tugged at your heart and you were already beginning to second guess if your plan was the right path to take. Gently, you reached to the base of the tree, the lights flickering against the side of your face as you grasped at a small box.

"You're not broken. You're not a waste of time. And if you're fucked up Mitch, then I must be as fucked up as you because we've come from the same place. We've had the same feelings hurt. But we're here, and we're alive and okay. And I'm never letting you go, no matter how much you push me away."

Mitch turned to catch the shimmer in your eyes. He could see the emotion building up and gathering along your waterline, and he had such an overwhelming desire to catch the tears before they fell. He moved forward with large strides before he captured your cheeks within his palms, thumbs rubbing with such tenderness under the tips of your lashes. You always managed to bring him back from the edge of despair, but seeing you with such sentiment was enough to shake some sense into him. He shushed under his breath, any evidence of an Assassin disappearing, and instead a simple man was left behind.

"Please don't cry." He hummed, not daring to look away from your eyes until he felt something hard press to his abdomen. His focus broke, an eyebrow raising in question at a small white box clutched strongly within your hands. Mitch's head tilted to the side, "What's this?"

An unwanted sniffle escaped you before your gaze followed his, the box in question now lifted toward him, "I meant it when I said I'm never letting you go. You mean a lot to me, Mitch, and this is how I was going to show you... instead of crying like a child." An incredulous chuckle ended your response as you ushered the box at Mitch, shaking the small object until he took it from you.

The man was nervous, but curious, pulling lightly at the bow that adorned the top until the fabric fluttered gently to the hardwood floors. The top of the box was removed next and he froze before he picked up the item inside. Mitch's finger ran over it delicately as he peered in disbelief.

"This is for me?" He asked, voice whispered as he held his new pocket knife so gently between you both. All you could do was nod and smile as he looked at you, his own smile perking in happiness.

"Turn it over."

He did as he was told before his lips slightly parted, irises of deep brown flicking over the engraving you left on the hilt -

Always with you.

A clang was heard as he placed the knife on the table beside him, a movement so quick that you almost didn't see it happen as you were gathered in his arms. Arms of your own slid over his shoulders as the man secured your waist, his hold tight and he savoured being so close to you. It was his kick, his wake-up call. It was what he needed to know that hope was not lost. It was his future and the piece that could fill the hole in his heart.

Mitch pressed a kiss tenderly to the crown of your head, his lips then falling to your temple before they pressed again. He was sure that you could feel the thumping in his chest, but he didn't care. Not when he had you wrapped up so perfectly against his frame.

You could feel the warmth of his breath dance against your skin, "I am always with you, too."

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[harringtonstilinski]

Fallin' For You - Mitch Rapp

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Mitch Rapp x Reader Word Count: 3127 Warnings: fake dating trope, fluff, squint for angst Requested: “Mitch x Reader where they’re best friends to lovers. Fake dating trope. Mitch is trying to get Katrina back but realizes he’s in love with his best friend 🤭 And use this somewhere in the story 🥺 Omg I’d melt. “Kiss me.” “Wha—“ ” @maddie0101​ A/N: Hi, friends! I hope y'all enjoy this Mitch piece! If you like this please don’t hesitate to reblog, comment, send something into my askbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

“I need you to do me a favor.”

You looked at your best friend, confused look on your face. “I’m sorry?”

Mitch sighed, hanging his head for a moment before looking back at you. “I need you to do me a favor.”

“Are you asking or telling?”

Groaned, Mitch tossed his head back. “Please, don’t play this game. It’s important.”

Laughing had the both of you looking to your right, seeing Katrina with her new boyfriend at a table not far from the couch you were occupying. Mitch looked back at you, a smile on his face before you rolled your eyes and looked at him. 

Already knowing where he was going with it, you raised your finger at him while raising your brows to say, “No.”

“Did you just pull a Stanley Tucci from The Devil Wears Prada?” he asked, deadpan expression.

Shrugging, you went back to your laptop. “So what if I did?”

“Dude, please?” Mitch all but begged.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Free tickets to my lacrosse games.” You sighed, typing something on your keyboard. “I’m a student, I get in for free anyways.”

He thought about it for a moment before snapping his fingers. “Free locker room access.”

“My uncle’s the coach. I get free access anyway.”

Mitch groaned again, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “You’re killing me, Smalls.” That earned him a chuckle from you.

“I know,” you said, turning your laptop towards Mitch to show him your screen, a picture of a restaurant you’ve been wanting to try. “I’ll do it and at the end, we’ll have a bestie date here.”

“Deal.” He held his fist out for you to bump with yours. “We’ll need rules.”

You opened a new Google Doc and typed in big letters FAKE DATING RULES. Looking at him, you were ready to type. 

Mitch thought for a moment before he said, “No sex.” Typing it, you said, “Easy. Next.”

“No kissing, and no-”

“No falling in love. Also, let’s limit the PDA to just hand holding and our normal kissing of temples and foreheads. You can put your arm around my shoulders like normal, too.”

“So, we’re just gonna add hand holding to what we already do,” Mitch stated.

“Correct. When does this faking dating shit start?” You looked past him, seeing that Katrina and her new beau were already gone. “ ‘Cause she’s gone.”

Mitch looked over at where Katrina just was, his face falling a little. Turning back to look at your screen, he replied, “Tomorrow morning. First thing after we leave your apartment.”

Sticking your hand out without looking, you felt his hand grab yours, giving you the handshake that solidified your arrangement.

“You’re the best,” Mitch said, giving you a kiss on the cheek before quickly getting up, hearing your laugh and statement of “I know” as he walked away.

He knew this was going to be the best way to get Katrina back… unless another girl came into his life before he could.

~~~

A knock sounded on your apartment door, causing a groan to escape you after you just about jumped out of your own skin. “Coming,” you half groaned, half whined, getting up from your bed.

Walking to the door, you put on your robe that you grabbed while walking out of your room. When you opened the door, you glared at the person on the other side.

“Why aren’t you dressed yet?” Mitch asked, holding two cups of coffee.

“Because it’s six in the freaking morning, and my first class isn’t until eight.” Looking at the cups in his hands, you added, “And one of those better be for me.”

Mitch walked into your apartment, going straight for the kitchen. “I hate to break it to you, but it’s 7:15. I’m always here at this time on the dot.” He turned to face you, still holding one of the cups after taking a sip of each to see which one was yours. “And yes, this one's for you.”

“Bless,” you whispered, walking over to him and taking the cup from his hand. Walking back to your room, you took a sip and let him know that you’d be ready in fifteen minutes.

As he walked around your apartment, he chuckled to himself, thinking you wouldn’t be ready in that amount of time. He went into his bag, bringing out a few pictures of the two of you, putting them in random spots around your living area, kitchen and bedroom once you were clothed.

You watched him set the picture down on your nightstand, a brow raised as you applied your brow gel. “Uhm, did you switch majors to Interior Design?”

“No, why?” he asked, turning to face you, watching as you put your mascara on.

“Because you’re adding picture frames to my room. I have a friend who’s majoring in Interior Design and she rearranges my shit all the time when she comes over.”

Mitch chuckled to himself, scratching at his temple. “Well, I know Katrina comes over sometimes and we need to seem as authentic as possible.”

Sighing in defeat, you remembered your arrangement the two of you set up last night at the library as you replaced the mascara wand back in the tube. You stood and went to look for your bag, your best friend clearing his throat. Turning to face him, Mitch lifted your bag, a smirk on his face.

Grabbing it from him, you sighed out your thanks, his smartass reply of “Anything for my girl” coming from his mouth. You wanted to slap him, but decided against it as you walked out of your room and the front door of your apartment.

Mitch followed behind, closing and locking your door with the spare key he had. Knowing full well he could’ve used the key to open your apartment door, he wanted to see the look on your face when you opened the door since you weren’t a morning person.

As the two of you walked down the walkway to your first classes, you laughed at something stupid Mitch had said, putting your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. “Hey, Mitch!” you both heard, your heads turning to face the source of the voice.

Noticing Katrina walking your way with a smile on her face, you knew it was go time, voicing at such before lacing your fingers with Mitch’s, a spark crawling up your arm. As he tightened his hold on your hand, he replied to Katrina with, “Oh, hey, Katrina. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to see if–” Her words stopped short when she saw both of your hands clasped together. “Wait,” she said, adjusting her backpack strap on her shoulder. “You two are together now?”

You looked up at Mitch, seeing a smirk on his face as he released your hand to put his arm around your shoulders. “Yup,” he replied. “Been going on - what - three months now?” He looked at you, eyes going a little wide to silently tell you to play along.

The two of you hadn’t discussed the timeline of your fake relationship, so you just had to go with whatever he was saying. You did, however, remember when he told you about them breaking up about four months ago, giving him what he would think to be the perfect amount of time to get over someone.

Nodding your head, you looked from Mitch back to Katrina, wrapping your arm around his back. “Yeah, that’s right. Ya’know, we just realized that because we’ve been best friends since grade school, we’d give it a chance and it’s the best decision. Right, babe?” You looked up at him, a small smile on your face.

Mitch felt something in soul at you calling him babe. He did have a crush on you when you two were in middle school and high school, but he pushed it away with all the boys you ended up being in relationships with.

“That’s right,” he replied, the smirk still on his face. He had placed his lips against your temple, a smile forming on your face.

When you looked back at Katrina, you saw a flash of hurt in her eyes, the emotion showing on her face. “O-oh,” she stuttered. “W-well, I hope you two are happy.”

Scrunching your brows slightly, you felt bad about this arrangement at seeing the hurt on her face. You sighed, ready to tell her the truth, but Mitch’s hand on your shoulder had the words dying in your throat as he said, “We are. Thanks.”

You looked up at him, hurt in your own eyes as Katrina said, “Well, I, uhh, I guess I’ll see you two around.” Turning your attention back to Katrina, you went to say something, but noticed that she was already walking away.

“I feel terrible,” you whispered. “She seemed so sad.”

Mitch sighed, rubbing his hand up and down your upper arm. “Well, she should’ve thought about that before she broke up with me.”

“Mitch,” you said, quietly. Looking up at him through your lashes, your eyes danced between his own. “I get why you’re wanting to do this, but I feel like it’s for the wrong reason. If you wanted her back, you should’ve let her come back to you if she regretted it that much.”

He looked at you, thinking your words over before he sighed. “You’re right, but at the time it seemed like the right thing to do. We’re in this now, so can we just see it to the end?”

Thinking it over for no more than a second, you nodded your head, agreeing. The only thing you wanted was for your best friend to be happy. “Yeah. Just… remember the rules.”

“No sex, no kissing–”

“No falling in love.” You took a deep breath, releasing it while whispering, “Especially that one.” What the two of you didn’t know about each other was that you both were falling hard for the other, and have been since about the tenth grade, with no chances of slowing down.

~~~

Groaning, you fell onto your back on the couch, the back of your head meeting Mitch’s thighs. “How much longer do we have to keep this up? It’s starting to get exhausting.”

Chuckling, Mitch said, “Well, hello to you, too.”

“Hi. Now, answer my question.”

He sighed, turning the page in his book. “Hopefully not too much longer.”

Rolling your eyes, you looked up at him through your lashes, looking at the bottom of his jaw. “You’ve been saying that for three months now.” Your feelings for him grew substantially during the last three months.

Truth be told, Mitch’s feelings for Katrina started to fade while his feelings for you also grew substantially. He couldn’t stop thinking about you; you were his first thought in the mornings, his last thoughts before he fell asleep at night. Some nights, the two of you found yourselves wrapped in each other’s arms after a late night study session.

“And I’m serious this time,” he retorted, looking down at you.

You chuckled, poking at the double that appeared at the angle he was looking down at. “Fatty.”

That caused a soft laugh to come from Mitch’s throat, the All-American lacrosse player poking at your nose. “You eat more than I do, so how am I the fatty?”

“Because you have a double chin and I don’t,” you stated with a smile, poking his chin again. Laughter erupted from your throat as Mitch poked your side, knowing you were extremely ticklish on your ribs. You laughed so hard that tears were forming in your eyes, gasps sounding as you tried to gain control of your breathing. “Okay, okay, okay. I surrender!”

“Ha ha! Score one for Mitch,” he said, drawing an imaginary number one in the air.

“You’re such an ass,” you chuckled, feeling Mitch’s fingers lace with yours, something he started doing more and more.

“But you love this ass.” He had a smile on his face as he looked at you, a spark in his eye that you only saw when he looked at Katrina.

You watched as he looked up from you, hearing a book shut before a chair was slid back under a table. Confused, you picked your head up to see what had gained his attention… or rather, who.

Watching as Katrina walked away, you sighed angrily to yourself, releasing your fingers from Mitch’s to sit up and grab your bag that you dropped before standing to walk away. Feeling as though you were a good distance away from Mitch, you muttered to yourself, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t do what anymore?”

You jumped and turned around, facing Mitch as he had a confused look on his face. Sighing, you said, “Forget it.” Turning back around, you started walking away from him again. Fingers being laced with yours had you jerking your hand back, your palm hitting your thigh as you walked back to your apartment.

Knowing that Mitch was walking behind you, you didn’t care, not wanting to have a conversation with him in front of everyone. Once you made it back to your apartment, you set your bag down on your couch, resting your hands on your hips.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you said, eyes closing. Tears started to form in your eyes at the thought of telling your best friend how you felt. Even after pretending to be his girlfriend for three months and saying fake confessions in front of everyone, you still felt it. You’d tell everyone that the moment you saw him, you instantly knew that he’d be the one someday, and your friends would ask if that was true and you’d tell them no, which was a lie.

Your friends knew about the arrangement, not wholeheartedly agreeing with the decision, but backing your stories up when they were around. They’d also ask when you fell in love with him, and you’d respond with what you were hoping they thought was a bogus story of a very cliche moment where the two of you were doing homework and you just looked at him, connecting the dots on cheek.

Mitch’s lacrosse buddies would ask similar questions and he would give them similar answers to yours, most of them laughing it off as they knew he still had a thing for Katrina, but what they didn’t know was the whole trying to get Katrina back thing almost worked for about a month, but when he realized his true feelings for you never left since high school, he decided to keep up with the charade for the sake of his friends. 

The moment Mitch realized he was in love with you was the moment he told you about Katrina and his relationship, and seeing how your face fell. He never wanted you to feel that way again, and since then, he’d been in love with you. Mitch didn’t want to act on his feelings towards you because he didn’t know if you felt the same way.

Now, standing in your apartment living room, staring at your back, Mitch just wondered what was going through your mind. “Can’t do what?” he asked, setting his own bag down. Honestly, he just wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“This,” you said, turning to face him. A tear streamed down your cheek as you sucked in a breath. “I can’t play pretend anymore. I can’t pretend to be your girlfriend to make your ex jealous. I can’t pretend to love you because faking it just isn’t cutting it for me anymore.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, silently agreeing with everything you were saying. “Anything else?” Scoffing, you ran a hand through your hair. “I can’t stand the fact that I’m not allowed to have sex with you because, good shit, that’s all I want to do. I can’t stand the fact that I’m not to kiss you because that’s also all I want to do. Falling in love with you? Well, fuck me, I already have. But you’re so fucking strung on Katrina that every time she’s around, you’re all fucking affectionate. Hell, even when she’s not around you’re still affectionate as fuck.”

“Well, I could say the same thing about you,” Mitch retorted. “All I do is think about you. You’re my first and last thoughts of the day. The shit with Katrina worked for the first month, but after I knew she wouldn’t come back, I realized my true feelings for someone else. That someone else being you. I like being affectionate with you because it’s just how we are. Katrina and I were hardly ever affectionate the way we are. I also want sex, to kiss you, to fall even more in love with you. I–” “Kiss me,” you stated. 

“Wha–”

“Mitchell, if you don’t put your lips against mine, I swear to shit, I will kick you out of my apartment and never let you ba–” Your words stopped at the feeling of Mitch’s lips on yours. To be honest, you were a little shocked that he would actually kiss you, even though you both confessed you wanted to kiss each other.

Mitch had cupped your cheeks when stepped closer to kiss you. He pulled back slightly, still able to feel your lips brush his as he said, “Kiss me back or else I’m walking out and never coming ba–”

Grabbing his cheeks, you brought his lips back to yours, relishing in the feeling of your lips moving in sync. Soft moans came from your throat as Mitch asked for entrance into your mouth, your tongues exploring each other’s mouths. 

When your lungs felt like they were on fire, you pulled away from him, feeling his forehead rest on yours as the two of you tried to catch your breaths. “Holy shit,” you breathed.

“Holy shit is right,” he breathed right back.

“Why did we wait to do that again?” 

Mitch chuckled, pecking your lips before opening his eyes to look at you, a smirk on his face. “Because we were young and stupid.” “We’re still young and stupid.”

“Young,” he said, pecking your lips. “Stupid.” Another peck.

“And in love,” you added. Walking away from Mitch, you went to your bag, bringing out your phone and bringing up your music app, Colbie Caillate’s Falling For You playing through the speakers, a laugh coming from Mitch as he took your hands and danced with you, a random thing he started doing with you back in middle school.

Mitch knew that being with you was going to a challenge, but it was a challenge he was willing to face… especially if it meant you two danced to this song at your future wedding reception.

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A/N 2: hi friends! i hope y’all enjoyed this. pls don’t hesitate to let me know what you thought in the comments, reblogs, or even my askbox.

Additional A/N: part three of wlcfl will be out when i can find a stopping point.

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Posted on October 17, 2023

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• mitch would burn the world for you if you asked. if anyone so much as gives you the wrong look..they’re dead. he loves you, all of you and would do anything for you. that man is down bad like so so bad

• i see you guys seeing each other for the first time at the beach. neither of you are looking for anyone and he’s more focused on getting closure in a sense after all the trauma and everything that happened that last time around and you’re just enjoying the summer weather, wanting to get out of the house for once, finishing the book you’re reading but he sees you. he wouldn’t be able to miss you to save his life and he’s hooked but he restrains himself because with his life, no one needs his baggage and you deserve more than a one night stand

• but then he sees you again and again, and this time it’s at the library and sure maybe he’s a little suspicious, a tad too overly cautious because in his work he has to be and he’s been hurt..bad. he’s grabbing some books on some new language or something and you’re browsing the isles, paying no mind to him.

• it takes a couple more times for him to gather the courage but he says hi and it goes from there

• he’s be so patient with you and so incredibly understanding, just like you are with him *soft!mitch soft!mitch soft!mitch* it takes time but you do both get there and then you’re both falling hard

• he doesn’t tell you about his job right away and it does cause a few minor bumps in the road but you’re worried and it’s not fun having the person you love disappear for months at a time, returning with bruises and broken bones. your relationship was built on trust and honesty, and you both sit down on the kitchen table when you couldn’t sleep and talk it through

• stan being stan. disproving, distrusting stan but also grateful stan when he meets you and realises you’re the one keeping mitch in check and the reason he’s being a lot less reckless lately (stan loves you after that and thanks you privately once you both have a talk and come to an understanding and you share some of your recipes and baked goods with him)

• baking at two in the morning when neither of you can sleep. mitch coming home to the house smelling like a bakery. having to eat sourdough bread for two weeks straight because you finally cracked the secret code

• protective!mitch. that’s all i have to say about that. but also you cleaning his wounds and making sure he changes his dressings and follows the doc’s instructions

• you remind him of home and make him feel safe. no one’s ever made him feel like that before and he’s forever grateful that it’s you

• he’d voice how much he loves you a lot because he’s scared of losing you when you’re both together for about the time that he was with katrina and when you pass the stage and keep going and doing things he didn’t get to with her, he realises it’s okay

#drew replies! #lea n drew ⭐️ #ily <3 #100 celebration ⭐️

[dreamsfromthesandman]

A/N: hi all! So sorry for being MIA! Being newly pregnant is kicking my butt! But I did manage a story for someone. The tag I have is mushroomgirl420 but nothing comes up when I search. Please tag!! And without further ado here is a mitch x reader! ————————————————————————

“I won’t talk unless I’m dead,” y/n stated through the bloody lip she had. She got kidnapped while her and Rapp were aboard on a mission. She was so blinded by her target and was about to snipe him when Mitch shouted in her ear piece that there was someone on the roof with me. The napper and y/n fought hand to hand until it suddenly became 4 on 1.

“I’m coming, y/n!” A shout from her ear came.

“Time to bail,” she said and started running to get off the roof. She couldn’t take on all 4 alone without getting her ass beat in the process or even killed. The odds were against her. She could hear Mitch’s breathes in her ear as he ran up the stairs. He kept begging her to hang in there as he ran.

One guy got in her way and she tried to bowl him over. It ended up not working and he launched her so close to the edge of the building.

“Almost there y/n. Just hang in there.”

“Mitch I am running out of options,” she huffed, careful to dodge hands trying to either push her off or grab her.

A body slammed into her causing her to go over the side of the building. She was hanging onto the edge for her life.

“Mitch!? I need help! I’m dangling off a building!” She screamed. This was not the way she was going to go. No answer from

Mitch but she could hear more fighting going on. She took it upon herself to see if she could hoist herself up and over. 1 guy flew off the edge, landing on the hard ground below.

“Hang on, y/n!” He shouted. It was like an echo as you heard from the ear piece and from above on the roof. A hand appeared and grabbed bother her wrists pulling her up. She was super thankful for mitch as she was hoisted up. As she was going up, she realized it was Mitch. He was on the other side fighting. Who was this that grabbed her?

“Why hello there,” he smirked. It was the target. He had her in a very vulnerable position. He let her wrists fall but quickly brandished a gun and pointed it at her head.

“Walk.”

“I’d rather die.”

His companion wielded a knife and slashed her cheek.

“I said walk.”

She walked.

Rapp finally launched the last one over the edge and turned to help y/n and his face fell. He seen y/n with a gun to her head and a knife wound to the face. He stood up to his full length and approached.

“Let her go,” he boomed.

“Not until you give me what’s mine!”

“That’s not my call. I’ll ask again to let her go.”

“You think I care about her? I could kill her here and now and it wouldn’t matter. Then I would kill you and I would still get my plutonium back.”

Y/n’s eyes start to sting, tears threatening to fall. She has never been in this situation and to think this is how she would go was heartbreaking.

“Mitch don’t give it back,” she cracked, “if this is it then just go.”

“I’m not leaving.” He raised his gun but that only resulted in a shallow stab wound to the side. She screamed. It would haunt Mitch forever.

“Go!”

“No! Not without you y/n.”

“This is touching but since we’re at a stand still I think I’m going to keep her for a while. You stay there or I’ll just have her stabbed to death. That scream was really beautiful.”

Mitch took a step, gun still raised. Y/n was jerked back, the knife now closer to her neck. She debated on just running so that Mitch could shoot but she knew that would result in her dead either way.

Y/n was able to bring back the old Mitch before Katrina died. Y/n wouldn’t say that they were a couple but they have had their share of tender moments. This was killing Mitch to not be able to help her.

“I’ll find you,” Mitch affirmed. Y/N shook her head and walked away. She didn’t want to die this way. She was part of the fucking CIA and they didn’t die like that. She spoke very low so that only mitch could hear in the ear piece.

“Shoot right.”

Mitch didn’t have a lot of time to react before y/n broke away to the left. He was fast with a gun and thankfully landed a hit on the guy who held the gun, knocking it to the ground close to the edge of the building. Y/n jumped the guy with the knife and kicked it out of his end and turned it onto him. As revenge, she sliced his cheek and held the point to this Adam’s apple.

“Should I slice you now? Maybe stab the apple?”

“Y/n, stop.”

She put some pressure and a drop of red came. She wanted revenge from getting kidnapped, even if it was only for a few minutes. Mitch kept yelling at her to leave him as they needed to get going.

“Y/n!” She heard him but also didn’t care. No one tried to kidnap her. No one. She kept putting pressure until he started begging. That’s what she liked to hear.

“That’s it. Beg.”

The gun was still near the edge of the building that was long forgotten about by Mitch and y/n. Mitch was attempting to get y/n from committing an unsanctioned hit. A bang rang out and a white hot pain shot through y/n’s arm. Mitch turned and seen the guy he shot a few minutes ago barely standing with the gun in his hand.

This was just enough time for the man to knock the knife out of y/n’s hand and turn it on her, slashing the bullet wound. She yelped in pain and was then shoved to the ground.

She is yanked by her hair and directed to the helicopter that has now landed. She was half dragged and half walked to this chopper by him. Mitch stood by the other after shooting him again, turning just in time to see the chopper take off with y/n inside. He has failed her. He ran toward it attempting to jump on the leg to climb up. He misses as it was too high.

He watches it fly away with his y/n inside. He couldn’t lose another girl. He would rather die rather than let another girl die on his watch. He flicks out his cell phone and calls Stan with the bad news. He advised to come back to base to discuss the next steps of the plan.

#dylan obrien #dylan o'brien #dylan o’brien x reader #mitch rapp x y/n #mitch rapp x reader #dylan x reader #fluffy #violence #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #dylan o'brian gifs #dylan o'brian imagine

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7.13.23 Thursday

8:03 am

Still,have windblow trap and I wanna leave the hometown...

Wanna gain alien friends....Wanna see some old good friends also wanna kill fake people on me..

Uncle Jun went to Georgia'Z + Betsilog'Z forest having full of zombies wearing a plastic coat....

Still, wanna leave the hometown... I wanna see my 3 exes for the important talk... Willis, Alintanahin and Denosta... Since this windblow came into me, I can't go up... I need some old leaves that should be on my "tree"...

Can't even see Dra. MITCH.... Some old friends that I can trust...

Plus, wanna meet this Filipino aristocrat Mr Lopez....Coz a lot are not real here in Cavite... So, many fakes claiming that they are friends but they didn't approach me since 2007...

Betsilog'Z is a big question mark for me... Let's ask some old choir members in the church of christ such as Ka Cora, Mateo ( I hope he is not guilty), JR, Ochie ( there is katokayo here ), Ka lalah, Ka David ( the pianist )...a lot more trying to remember names..

Or this windblow came from Cebu Pacific Air??? Is it Mariel ? Is it Katrina? Is it Joy but Aquino outside the country ( somewhere in Singapore),, are loaders included on this ritual? Is it Moriel? Is it ate Verna? Will think more...

Still, the father figure ( uncle DD ) or the Mystery Lover'z ( with Aunt Karen) still, in the province and no food alms... Remember, Uncle DD just called my nana yesterday afternoon....

9:29 am

I still wanna do collagen on parts that I have to...I wanted to be a Mayor, I hope my exes will understand most specially the Denosta... I can't go up.... I wanna appear in Senate and kick some faces that are fake! I wanna lead the Kalibo Aklan, wearing Denosta, if ever... I can't go up here...

I'm dying to wear my tanggas! Kalibo Aklan!

I can't see aliens as well... For old time sake!

9:48 pm

I feel bitter for 16 years... It is too much for taking away my crown that supposed to be mine! It made me feel low and bitter!

I'm so ready to be A Mayor! It is supposed to be mine! For 16 years this windblow trap they took away my crown!

10:08 am

I feel hurt,I'm a Biology graduate! My pride and ego is smashed since 2007 ( though I'm on the process of healing and maturing but 16 years of pressing me down is too much) they didn't respect my growth along the way of these 16 years...

2011 my mind is already awakened most specially year 2014... I'm mentioning here along the way of my 16 years.... This windblow came into me year 2007... After 4 years of meeting the words of God, it made me stronger and mature on viewing things about life... After 7 years from 2007, nobody wants to believe that I'm already a full-grown woman... I'm hurting coz I'm so small and I was cute that's why they wouldn't believe my presence of being a mature individual...

Anyways, this design is also my dream angels to have... I don't know how,when and why...But it is my dream to have this kind of ride ( i love nature in a way).

11:56 am

I feel bitter angels...

I have to go back and get my crown... They just pressed me for nothing...It is a pride and ego!

I feel hurt... If it is me,they just put me on the least priority... They took away my crown..

So many small penises smashing me unfairly for 16 years... I feel self-pity... I was a partner of a long man and we were happy and it is my right to have that happiness and success...

I never put down a short man ( I have etiquette ) but some are pressing me down the short banana that we all know they will have a hard time to reach my Oh!

There are short banana since 2007 that wanted to press me down... I met shorty men but I was just decent and I just respect them... But there were some shorty wicked men who planned to control my life since 2007! One I met in the company time that me and x got separated... Some I met in different gyms..They wouldn't know the real me coz I don't have to explain...But this time I will never sacrifice my happiness and success to have a better future!

12:17 noon

Will tell something more here angels...

I received a warning on meralco but I said Uncle DD is handling this but now in province but I know he always do the bridging...

The employee asked what is the work of Uncle DD? I said somehow bridging but his partner which became my Aunt Karen ( a policewoman) they are managing clubs now in Makati and QC.

As far as I know angels, Uncle DD and Aunt Karen are getting new gro's for the clubs that they are handling...

I figured out that the man is originally from Kalibo, Aklan ... I told him that supposed to be I'm the Mayor there! I told him my X was a politician family, politician clan or tribe ( let's make it big ). I was supposed to be the returning Mayor there as I wear my X's surname as "Denosta" ...

I added it was somehow a long time ago...Just like the "Cantimbuhan" here I told him I had somehow got linked with them but a long time ago coz they are my schoolmates in Immaculate Conception Academy... But I got the Denosta on papers from the previous years ( I was just a child ) but these days, I can be the returning Mayor of Kalibo,Aklan!

3:34 pm

I still have windblow trap and I'm not ohkay... I texted Uncle Jun just in data messenger ( loving Mr Zuckerberg for the save data's and sometimes they gave away free data's, a faithful user of FB and messenger ) let's go back to Uncle Jun, I texted him to remind Uncle DD as well and this is really serious and it keeps on happening that our electric will be cut and connected and cut and connected and cut and connected ... It is an ugly pattern in our daily lives or our lifestyle here...

So ,will just a make a coffee and will explain or discuss on my angels about marriage and getting married and I want some FilipiNOSE to open their mind and be mature about these things coz other people in Cavite they can't understand that marriage is composed of some ingredients... It's been 16 years, I'm so galaitih ( mixed of angry and self-pity) coz it is totally unfair in my part that someone is controlling me but without progress... I wanted to have progress!

4:18 pm

Drinking coffee and I still have windblow... Still, having stress coz of this pending bills that Nana most specially is sick but of course it shouldn't happen again and again that our electric is on and off...

So, I got or heard a lot of judgment coming from some old friends or from here in Cavite... That what I had with my X was just sex.... Sex is main ingredient of marriage, I know it is not an entire entity of your relationship but it is a bond that deeply link us with the other soul...

Marriage is not only on papers but those with papers are evidence of decision that you made with full-maturity... Like what I said, marriage can be deeply involved with sex but for some other couple they just don't admit it...

But being married to a friend coz of your faithfulness and always being her or his back-up it is a form of purely love on someone on brotherhood or sisterhood way... But sometimes you wanted a fulfillment coz you gave some of your life,time and dignity on a friend that you think she or he deserves my full backbone and you decided to open your sacrum to show the full love....

But mainly marriage is made for SEX! Admit it or not....

Marriage is to back me up... Or if the husband is able, I will give you everything coz you are my love and you are my life... Marriage is lifting up each other...

I know I need to get a job but there is always a hindrance on me, it seems someone is controlling my life...

If me and Dina had the chance to use our caregiver certificates ( but I'm a college graduate and Dina was a saleslady) if we were able to use it 6 years ago... By now, we have money and everything is somehow smooth ( though not actually my ideal job but practicality ) and probably I can open my own "Pet Store"! I can remove my deep smile lines but supposed to be I know wearing my crown as one of the politician wives of the universe... Mixed-up bitterness and angry emotion!

I wanted to be a Mayor ( for my hobby and art and a lil earning ) and see donkey and camel and my collagen!

5:04 pm

Uncle Jun is here already and he said let them cut the electric.... huh? Fake Uncle Jun here, angels... Or keep on asking a favour...

I hate this kind of life...I need a lift...

I don't wanna be a caregiver anymore... I wanted my crown,angels!

I wanna talk to Mr Lopez!

I feel bitter and I wanna leave the hometown... I can't see my 3 main exes... I feel bitter...

I need help Mr Lopez! I feel so suppress... I have windblow trap for 16 years...

6:07 pm

Uncle Jun is still sick in a way...

I have windblow trap... I need a job and wanna see my 3 exes for the lift...

I need an ally, I wanna talk to Mr Lopez angels... I feel bitter... I need money and job...

8:22 pm

I wanted to leave the hometown...I need money and job... I feel bitter... I need a lift...

Another layout of van that I like... It is my dream angels aside from removing my deep smile lines.

I need a bit spacious layout coz my son-dog will join me there, angels...

9:15 pm

I feel bitter.... Most of the family members are fake on me...

Uncle Jun went out 2 hours ago...

I still have windblow trap...

I feel bitter...I need a lift... Aging for nothing... I feel bitter...

I wanna talk to my 3 exes and talk to Mr Lopez... I'm being careful on fake men, angels and fake people as well...

I have windblow trap...

9:42 pm

I feel bitter...

10:02 pm

One of my favorites ballroom dance style "Bachata"...

#Youtube

[visualcontext-stimuli]

Greg Herman Motion Design Reel 2019 from Greg Herman on Vimeo.

A collection of tests, animations, and frames from select commissions and films over the past few years.

Designed and Edited by Greg Herman Music by Zach Cooper : Anti-Gravity Tea Ceremony

Project Credits :

MS 1-20 : Directed by Greg Herman

Minds MV : Directed by Greg Herman

TECP X : Designed and Animated by Greg Herman

Yin vs Yang 2012 : Directed by Greg Herman

Westworld Main Title : Pitch Tests by Greg Herman Plains Of Yonder: CD's Mark Bashore and Katrina Crawford

Anne With An E : Main Title designed by Greg Herman - CD: Alan Williams : Imaginary Forces

Lot Lizard Main Titles : Directed by Greg Herman

Exodus Now Pitch Tests by Greg Herman for FogoMotion

Flesh and Bone motion tests directed by Greg Herman : Starz CD : Brian Kintz

The Terror : Main Title Pitch CD: Karen Fong : Imaginary Forces

LAST HIT / Short film : Directed by Greg Herman

Secrets and Searches Pitch / motion Tests : Directed by Greg Herman - CD: Ted Roberts / Viewpoint Creative

AHS Season 6 Promo pitch frames for SUSPECT VFX

Penny Dreadful Main Title pitch frames : CD Lauren Indovina

Yardbird / Short film: Directed by Greg Herman

Marvel's Captain America 2 The Winter Solder : End on Main titles Pitch . Motion test Directed by Greg Herman. For Perception NYC : CD Johnny LePore

HBO Vice Key Art Exploration for Stun

MS 1-20 Insects Directed by Greg Herman

KYBER / Short film Directed by Greg Herman

The Prescient / Short film : Directed by Greg Herman

AGN&S Wolf / Slate : Directed by Greg Herman

Falling Water pitch test directed by Greg Herman for CD Mitch Monson / mOcean.

HBO Sonic Highway Pitch Test Directed by Greg Herman / Buster CD Joseph Kiely

Little Lamb Directed by Greg Herman

Marvel's Captain America 2 The Winter Solder : Hydra Directed by the Russo Brothers. PerceptionNYC - CD Johnny LePore. Designer/Animator/ Editor : Greg Herman

[moviekidd826]

Didn't see videos with them, so i made one. :) 

#mine #flashback and memories and a lot of them :))) #after and before everything went bad #mitch rapp #katrina harper #mitch x katrina #american assassin #charlotte vega #dylan o'brien

[melsworldofmuses-to-be-deleted]

Tag Dumps Pt. 32

Ship Childen Part 2

ship child: mikael james (katrina x mitch) ship child: evelyn james (katrina x mitch) ship child: thomas mason (kole x lizza) ship child: nadia markovic (mabel x alek) ship child: noah markovic (mabel x alek) ship child: cordelia james (helena x mitch) ship child: liam james (helena x deeks)

#children of the future (ship kids tags dumps) #ship child: mikael james (katrina x mitch) #ship child: evelyn james (katrina x mitch) #ship child: thomas mason (kole x lizza) #ship child: nadia markovic (mabel x alek) #ship child: noah markovic (mabel x alek) #ship child: liam james (helena x deeks) #dumping my trash on the dash (tag dump)

[melsworldofmuses-moved]

#VISAGE: smiling through the pain (katrina’s appearance) #YEARNING: burning in my soul (katrina’s desires) #children are uncut diamonds (general ship children musings) #ship child: mikael james (katrina x mitch) #ship child: evelyn james (katrina x mitch) #tw: pregnancy #tw: baby bump #world of queues (queue tag)

[ofwillowsandgreenfieldshasmoved]

                                  OTP: Always There

𝑇𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑.

Graphic for @wardrawn featuring Mitch James, Katrina Willows, and Charlie James.

#mel makes shitty graphics on free online internet websites (my edits) #otp: always there (katrina x mitch) #i did not give him life but he was a gift to mine (charlie james)

[harringtonstilinski]

Biggest Regret - Stilinski Twins

Author: @harringtonstilinski​​ Characters: Mitch Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 2,047 Warnings: angst, small bit of fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything that’s not related to ATB, so here’s something I’ve been working on since November. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Heartbreak. That’s all that I felt today… heartbreak. My boyfriend of 3 years broke up with me… for another girl. The prettiest girl I ever laid eyes on. Her name; Katrina. I saw her every single day. Why? Because she was in one of my classes.

“W-what?” I stammered. “You’re… you’re breaking up with me?”

Mitch nodded, eyes cast down. “Yeah.”

Yeah. That’s all he said.

“Why?” I asked, face scrunched, hurt evident.

He shrugged. “I met someone else. Ended up falling for her, I guess.”

A tear fell down my cheek. I didn’t bother to wipe it away. Not knowing what else to say, I turned around, fully intending on packing his shit.

“Don’t bother,” Mitch said, interrupting my finding of his things. “I already packed my things.”

Slamming the dresser drawer shut, I set my hands on top of the dresser, head hanging down. I sighed, whispering, “I can’t believe this.”

“What?” Mitch asked. I could tell he stepped closer because his voice was more near my ear.

Turning around, my voice was a little louder as I said, “I can’t believe this.” I looked him in his eyes, not seeing an ounce of regret. “You’re seriously gonna throw away three years all because of a girl?”

He closed his eyes, sighing. “It wasn’t my intention.”

“Did you just happen to be studying with her one night and then just… just… I don’t know, kiss her?!” I was full of anger at this point. Actually, I was more than angry. I was enraged. “You cannot stand here and tell me that I’m not worth fighting for. That we aren’t worth fighting for.”

Mitch didn’t say anything at first. When he went to open his mouth, his phone rang, interrupting our moment. He looked down at it, eyes flashing a little bit of relief. Motioning towards the door, he said, “I gotta go. It’s–”

“Katrina?” I asked, arms folded.

He nodded. “Yup.” He picked up his bag, turning to walk out of the door.

I followed him, saying, “You’re gonna regret this one day, Mitch Stilinski. Big time.”

Turning his head to face me with his hand on the doorknob, he said, “Doubt it. She doesn’t make me second guess my every move, my every thought, my every word. She makes me feel like I can say or do anything, and not have any regrets about it.” With that, he turned and walked out of my apartment, leaving me stunned.

I don’t know how it had been before I moved to find my phone, calling my best friend, who answered on the second ring.

“Hey, Y/N/N, what’s–”

“I need to get shitfaced. You up for it?”

~~~

Two Years Later

“Babe, no,” I said. “That’s not right.”

“What do you mean that’s not right?”

“Look, in order to find out why the perp did it, you have to find the motive. Just saying that you know why they did it without having the motive, you basically have no case. You have to find the motive behind the why.”

Stiles looked at me like I had two heads. I sighed as he picked up the case file in front of him, looking at the contents of the folder. He looked back up at me, my face showing a small smirk.

“Will you help me?” he asked, doe-eyes on full display.

I chuckled, standing from my spot at the dining table. “Of course,” I answered, walking over to him and straddling his lap. Setting my hands on his shoulders, I sighed. “I’ll always help.”

He smirked, bringing his hands from my outer thighs to my cheeks, bringing my face closer to his. Our lips met in a subtle kiss. Our lips moved in gentle sync for a moment before his tongue traced my bottom lip, but before our tongues could dance between our cheeks, his phone rang.

I groaned, setting my forehead on his shoulder as he leaned us forward, grabbing his phone from the table. I felt him stiffen after he leaned back, so I looked at him. “What?”

Instead of answering me, he answered his phone. “Dad?”

My brows furrowed as I looked at the man I’d been with for almost 2 years. After Mitch decided to dump me for another woman, Stiles and I went and got shitfaced drunk. I couldn’t remember what happened at the club that night, but what I do remember is waking up next to Stiles the next  morning, clothing optional.  We talked about what happened and decided that we both would wait until I was over his twin before we would give us a chance. A month went by after that night before I had decided to give Stiles a shot. Here we are, two years later.

Bringing me out of my memories, Stiles patted my leg, silently asking me to stand up. “What do you mean, Dad? What happened?” Stiles asked, standing from his chair to pace the area behind the furniture he previously occupied. “Should I–? Even–? Okay. I’m on my way.”

I watched as Stiles hung up the phone, looking at me with somber eyes. “I have to go to the hospital.”

“What, why? Is your dad–”

“Babe, he’s fine. It’s…” he stopped his words, looking down at our feet. 

“Stiles?” I inquired. I placed my hands on the sides of his face. “Tell me. I can handle it.”

He sighed, turning his head to kiss the palm of my hand. “It’s Mitch.” He looked at me, my gaze fuming. “Dad wants you at the hospital, but–”

“Mitch doesn’t want me there,” I concluded.

Stiles sighed again, nodding his head. I sighed, heavily, turning towards the kitchen. “That’s fine,” I said, putting everything away from dinner.

“Y/N/N,” Stiles tried.

“Nope,” I said, dismissively. “Go. Go be with your family.” I turned around to face him, placing a kiss to his lips that he didn’t have to react to. “I’ll be fine. Just gonna clean up and maybe have a glass of wine.”

I heard Stiles sigh as I put our leftovers in containers. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll be back later. If you get tired, don’t wait up for me. I love you.”

I turned around to face him, eyes full of adoration. “I love you, too.”

~~~

I didn’t know why the mention of Mitch put me on edge, but it did. Yes, I knew about the beach attack. I also knew about Mitch’s involvement with the CIA, even though I wasn’t supposed to know.

I only knew because… I also worked with the CIA, just in a different setting. See, while Mitch went out into the field and did all the ass-kicking, I was sitting behind a desk, doing copious amounts of paperwork. Another part of my job? Sniffing out recruits. No, I didn’t sniff Mitch out for Irene Kennedy. She did that all on her own, and while she handled all the hardcore stuff… I handled, what I like to call, the softcore stuff. 

I was about 3 glasses of wine in when my phone rang. Caller ID said that it was Stiles, but when I answered the phone with “Hey, babe,”, it wasn’t his voice that I heard.

“Babe? Why would you–” 

I felt my blood run cold. Mitch. I didn’t say anything else. I just stood, frozen in my spot. Bringing my phone from my ear, I looked at the screen, contemplating hanging up… that is until I heard Mitch’s voice again.

“I asked Stiles if I could borrow his phone. I wasn’t going to call, but… I guess I did anyway.”

“Why?” I asked, without missing a beat.

He was silent for a moment before he said quietly, “I wanted to hear your voice, I guess.”

I let out an incredulous chuckle. “I don’t believe that.”

“Y/N/N–”

“No!” I interrupted. “You broke up with me. You cheated on me. You fell in love with another girl, and broke my fucking heart. Guess who was there to pick up the pieces? Yeah. Stiles. I love him, Mitch.”

“No, you don’t,” he growled. “You don’t love him. You’re using him as a rebound. You–”

Slapping my hand on my outer thigh, I exclaimed, “We got together a year after you left me, Mitch! I genuinely fell for Stiles. I–” I stopped my words, thinking about why we would be having this conversation. “Are– are you jealous?”

“What? No.”

“No, you are. You’re fucking jealous. You’re in denial. You regret it.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Or you’re using me as a rebound from Katrina.” I instantly regretted bringing Katrina up after what happened to her. Yeah, it was a hit below the belt, and I shouldn’t have brought it up. I guess part of me wanted him to really regret leaving me. I sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring her up. I know you’re still devastated over losing her–”

“Did you know that I proposed to her? Five minutes before she died, she said yes.”

Looking down at my feet, I quietly said, “I know.”

Mitch was quiet for a moment before he sighed. “Can you come see me? I’m all bandaged up, but… can you please come see me?”

I mulled over it for a few seconds before I nodded, forgetting that he can’t see me. “Yeah. I can come up there. We can talk more.”

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When I got to the hospital, I was nervous as hell. Just thinking about what Mitch would say and if Stiles and their dad were still here. That question quickly became answered as I watched both of them walk out of where I’m assuming Mitch’s room is.

“Y/N?” Stiles asked, facial expression confused. “What are you doing here?”

Sighing, I said, “Mitch wanted to see me. So, I relented and came up here. Hey, Sheriff.” I hugged him, moving back to stand in front of two out the three Stilinski men. “Okay, uhm, I’m just gonna go in there and see what he wants. Shouldn’t take too long.” I walked up to Stiles, pressing my lips to his cheek. There used to be a spark there every time I kissed him, but today… no spark. Damn it.

I didn’t look at Stiles as I passed him, going into Mitch’s room, not wanting to look at him, but when I did, tears sprung to my eyes seeing all the bandages on his arm and leg, IV attached to him.

He held his good arm around, telling me to come to him with the movement of his head. So I did. And it felt right. He held me tight after I got as comfortable as I could on him, careful not to hurt his leg or lay on his IV line.

“I’m sorry,” I quietly sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he said. “It’s not your fault. This happens in my line of–”

“Not about you being hurt, about everything else. About Katrina, me and Stiles getting together, just… fucking everything.”

He put a finger under my chin, lifting my head up so that our eyes could meet. “It’s okay. You’re here now, that’s what matters.”

“But your dad told Stiles that you didn’t want me to come see you. Why the change of heart?”

Mitch shrugged. “Maybe I didn’t want to see you to the point where I wanted to see you.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” I lightly chuckled.

“No, but what does, is this,” he said, cupping my cheek to lean down as best he could to catch my lips with his.

There’s that spark. The spark that started to die with Stiles. It’s crazy how I’ve now had both Stilinski boys, but I’ve been madly in love with one since I knew what love was. When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine.

“I still love you, ya’know,” he whispered. “I loved Katrina, too, but I think I loved you more. And still do.”

“I still love you, Mitch,” I whispered back. 

Since it was getting pretty late, I laid my head on his shoulder, still being very mindful of his state. I sighed, closing my eyes as I heard him say, “Letting you go was my biggest regret, and I don’t plan on letting you go again.”

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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: i haven’t posted anything not series related since december... i feel fucking terrible... for those that have stuck around since then, y’all are the real mvp’s!

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​​​Posted on June 14, 2023

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[melsworldofmusesarchived]

Tag Dumps Pt. 45

Ship Children Pt. 2

ship child: mikael james (katrina x mitch) ship child: evelyn james (katrina x mitch) ship child: kalani andrews (jade x logan) ship  child: eric greenfields crow (austin x darius) ship child: emily greenfields crow (austin x darius) ship child: thomas mason (kole x lizza) ship child: nadia markovic (mabel x alek) ship child: noah markovic (mabel x alek) ship child: cordelia james (helena x mitch) ship child: liam james (helena x deeks)

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[strangerquinns]

i bet you haven't done a "mitch rapp where he's uncharacteristically a clumsy little nervous shit around the reader, who likes to blush and get tongue-tied to the point where it's nonsensical noises and childish giggles that slip past his lips instead"

BAM. BOOM. KAPOW. mic drop

Mitch Rapp x Reader

It was rare for someone to make Mitch Rapp tongue-tied, but it seems you bring that side out of him

non-canon Mitch Rapp?

fluff

It was another weekend at Stan's cabin after a mission, something that wasn't an odd occurrence for Mitch. Any time the missions were a little too long or a little too hard, Stan invited Mitch out to the infamous cabin. But whenever Mitch came out there was something else he knew was going to be a factor in his weekend.

You

It had been a long time since someone was able to break through the hard shell that Mitch placed around himself. Since Katrina - no one was able to make him feel nervous and have that "new crush" feeling. But when he met you it was like that spark he'd been missing out on came back. And came back hard.

But you were Stan's daughter and that, to Mitch, meant that you were off-limits.

When he walked into the cabin and dropped his bag beside the stairs, he could hear someone moving around towards the back. Stan always told him to make himself home whenever he was invited out, so Mitch had no problem just walking into the home. But when he walked into the kitchen he felt his heart stop for a moment. His body was instantly hit with nerves and he could feel his palms become sweaty.

You were standing with your back to him. The kitchen smelled of whatever you were cooking on the stove - and it smelled amazing. You wore only a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top, the heat of the summer already making its way into the cabin. The windows were left open to let some of the cool air from the lake in.

Mitch rubbed his hands over the thigh of his pants before walking further into the room.

"H-Hey..." He spoke, his voice shaky.

Mitch cleared his throat a couple of times before speaking again. But you'd already turned to face him at the sound of his voice. Having your eyes on him only made him more nervous. He couldn't stop the nervous giggle that slipped through his lips.

"Mitch! Hi," You spoke with a wide smile spreading across your face. "How are you?"

You walked around the counter, and in your excitement, wrapped your arms around the agent. Mitch was stiff for a moment before his arms wrapped around your body. He held you tightly to his chest for a moment before he felt you step back away from him.

He could smell your perfume and the shampoo you'd used this morning. It was a smell that only seemed to send his heart racing.

When you stepped out of his arms another nervous laugh sounded from him. Mitch internally cringed as he heard it and reached a hand up to scratch the back of his neck.

"Y-Yeah...uh...can't pass up on a weekend here." Mitch's lips turned up in a slightly nervous smile.

You were too nervous yourself to notice the slight pink color that graced his cheeks as he stood in front of you. When your father told you that he'd invited Mitch up to the cabin for the weekend it was like you couldn't wipe the smile on your face.

Stan had a feeling that you had a crush on Mitch. You weren't that great at hiding it. But neither was Mitch. Stan got a kick from watching the two of you stumble of your words.

"...Is uh...y-you're dad here?" Mitch asked after a moment.

"Oh...um, yeah. He's already out at the dock. Couldn't get out there fast enough to catch some fish."

You walked back towards the stove to check on the food that you were making. Mitch stood there for a moment to watch you before walking out the sliding door towards the dock you'd mentioned. But before he passed through the door, he stopped and looked back towards you...causing him to trip slightly. You bit your cheek to stop the laugh that wanted to come out as Mitch stumbled out the door.

You heard the soft, "Fuck," as he walked away.

The first day went by smoothly. He fished with Stan for a while, headed back for the dinner you made, drank a few beers. As night fell over the woods the three of you headed out to the firepit as the summer night began to cool. Mostly you sat there and listened to Stan and Mitch tell stories. Your eyes on the brunette the entire time.

"I'm heading upstairs, you two kids have fun ok?" Stan spoke after finishing another beer.

You whispered a soft goodnight to him as he passed, Mitch doing the same. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you watched and listened to the fire in front of you.

"Out of everyone that my dad invites up here, I think you're the only one he invites more than once." You spoke, "Only other time this place has people in it is when new recruits are here."

Mitch nods his head and lets out a soft laugh, "Yeah remember those days."

"First time wasn't that bad,"

"You knocked me on my ass," Mitch spoke with a wide smile, "I don't think anyone has knocked me to the ground that hard since either."

You blushed and looked down towards your lap, before looking back towards his warm eyes. "Yeah, dad likes to use that trick still."

"And I'm sure every time you knock 'em breathless."

"Maybe," You whispered before bringing your bottle to your lips and taking another drink.

Mitch began to fidget with the sleeves of his zip-up as he sat beside you. Suddenly he was very aware of how close you were sitting beside him. How if he really wanted to, he could lean over and kiss your soft lips. His eyes moved back towards you and watched as you fidgeted with the bottle in your hands

"I'm glad that you came up," You spoke and shifted your gaze back to him.

Mitch opened his mouth a few times to say something, but it was like suddenly his mind went blank. All he could focus on was how pretty you looked in the soft glow of the fire. His hand reached up and caressed a piece of hair from your face that had fallen out of your clip. Your skin felt soft and warm under his touch.

Without even fully realizing it, Mitch slowly began to lean forward till his lips brushed against yours. Your breath hitched for a moment. Your eyes shifted to look up to his eyes and then his lips.

"Mitch...kiss me..." You whispered softly against his lips.

Mitch nervously leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. His confidence seemed to build as the two of you kissed.

But the butterflies still fluttered in his stomach with you pressed against him.

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[yelenasdog]

moving out, moving on (mitch rapp x fem reader)

genre: fluff

summary: mitch and reader are taking another step towards mitch moving on, and it’s bittersweet.

words: 2.2k

warnings: drinking wine, kinda suggestive at times, talks abt katrina, mitch being emotional, my writing being melodramatic LOL

a/n: so. this was written during an all nighter that went to 7 am where i was listening to nicki minaj and eminem (???) for a good duration of it so. i’m very sorry if this is wonky at times! i hope u enjoy either way! mwah 

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The early morning rays streamed through thin fabric, draped above the assassin's window. Dust particles floated about, becoming visible within the section of light cast from the sun. The birds perched outside the small apartment tweeted happily from their branch, their songs beautiful. 

Though, they were quite pesterous to the pair that lay together, wrapped in gray sheets. They reveled in the heat provided by the soft blanket, but even more so by the warmth from their joint bodies.

A mop of dark brown hair stirred, bringing one hand up to softly rub his eyes with his knuckle, the other hand snaking around the waist of the woman peacefully sleeping beside him. He watched with fond eyes as she lightly groaned, rolling to face away from the invasion of bright, turning towards her love. 

Mitch smiled down at her sleepy behavior, reaching out and brushing stray hairs from her forehead. He reluctantly retracted it only moments later, forcing himself out of bed to go and prepare the two of them for their big day as best he knew how: Coffee.

His sock clad feet dragged across the hardwood as he went, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and groggy-ness (a word Y/n had donned as her own, and Mitch had caught on to) still very prevalent in his entire system. 

The Rhode Island air was frigid this time of year, Mitch allowing a grin to break out on his face upon remembrance of two nights previous, just how cold Y/n had been in the arena of the Providence Bruins hockey team. Nose pink, donned in a beanie proudly showing the team's logo, well, he had found himself a new lockscreen.

He shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of said groggy-ness, his body on autopilot as it made the beverages. He picked out her favorite mug from the cupboard (AKA a souvenir from Dubai he had picked up long ago) that she had adopted as her own, drinking out of it every time she would spend the night, almost like clockwork. He waited for his coffee beans to brew, scratching his stubble along his jaw. He flinched, though, when he felt two arms wrap around his middle. He quickly relaxed into the embrace upon realization of who the supposed assailant was, her head finding its way to rest on his bare shoulder.

“You scared me, there.” Mitch muttered, his larger hand inching towards her’s on his waist. He closed his eyes in content and she hummed in acknowledgment. Mitch allowed her to turn his figure to face her, still residing in her arms, seeing a bright smile plastered across her face.

“Only for a minute though, right?”

She laughed to which he chuckled in response, nodding in false surrender. “You’ve got me there, Y/n/n.” He mused, his eyes lighting up at the sound of the coffee machine beeping. He looked back to her, shrugging.

“I made you coffee, was gonna bring it to you in bed but, y’know.” He gestured to where she had now climbed up to sit on top of his counter, his sweatshirt around her that read “Brown University” across the front in large lettering pooling around her thighs.

“It’s alright, I need to get a move on anyway.” She smiled, hopping down to retrieve the mug, taking the warm ceramic from Mitch’s hands and sighing at the wondrous feeling that had spread through her whole body. She lifted it to her lips and drank, not surprised that her boyfriend had made it just the way she liked, to perfection. 

“Thank you, baby.” She commented, reaching up to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. Her lip curled as she pulled away, Mitch already knowing what she was going to say, a laugh bubbling up in his throat.

“Mitch! Go brush your teeth, for the love of God!” She whined, watching as he scampered off towards the bathroom, snickering all the way. She rolled her eyes, downing the rest of her beverage before following where Mitch had gone.

Once in the bathroom after rinsing her and Mitch’s mugs, she tied her hair up, undressing and turning on the water (practically scalding hot, of course). Mitch had no objections to the temperature, though, seeing as it was his last time showering with her in that apartment, and in that apartment, period. 

The whole thing felt very symbolic to Y/n, at least, seeing it as washing themselves clean for the next phase of their lives together, a sort of preparation. (Maybe not so much for Mitch, who really was just pleased for any excuse to see his girlfriend naked.)

They used generous amounts of soap, as not only were most of them nearly empty (in fact, a few were and if it weren’t for Y/n, they probably all would be), but also that they had decided to simply just buy new toiletries as a whole for their new place.

They giggled at the sight of each other, all lathered in bubbles and suds. Mitch reached a finger forward, wiping it from above her eyebrows and preventing it from falling into her eyes. Y/n brought her arms around his neck, her lips connecting with his. “Much better.” She regarded with a smirk, before leaning back in.

Nearly 40 minutes later, they both emerged from the shower, fresh faced and ready for the day ahead. He didn’t have a lot that needed to be packed up, given that his place came fully furnished, so it took all but 2 hours and 5 boxes to pack up Mitch Rapp’s life. It honestly might have taken even longer than originally would have been needed, as Y/n would stop every time she found something interesting, allowing Mitch to tell her all about whatever stories had been connected to the item.

It had started with the ridiculous bird lamp that sat on his bedside table, once belonging to Mr. Nazir, and ended with his lacrosse stick. (And, a promise that one day, he’d show her how to play. He swore he’d never seen her smile that big.)

They also threw away and donated a lot, some of Kat’s old stuff bringing a pained smile to his face as he would place it in a box simply labeled “Kat” in messy, thick letters. He wasn’t sure if the box would end up in his new closet, covered in dust and unopened, or back with her family. But either way, he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye to her completely, which Y/n was able to understand.

“Mitch? Did you pack away your coats already?” Y/n called out, opening up the closet near the front door. Her breath slightly hitched in her throat upon seeing all of the photos of Mansur, still pasted to the painted wood, the edges curling up. 

“Nah, not yet, I was gonna handle that while you worked on the cupboards” He responded, busying himself with a text from Irene on his phone wishing him good luck. He looked up and saw what she had been asking about, his phone quickly sliding into his pocket as he made his way over to where she stood, visibly distressed. 

“How long have these been here?” She questioned, feeling Mitch’s arms wrap around her shoulders. She brought her hands up to grasp onto his wrists, leaning backwards into him and biting into her lip.

“Since the beach, when I decided to go after Mansur. When everything happened with the CIA, it was kind of a whirlwind, I didn’t really have enough time to even think about taking it down when I was only even here for hours at a time.” He lightly chuckled, watching as she stepped forward and began to take the pictures down, crumbling them up in her hands. 

She ran her fingertips over the indents left in the door, feeling the splinters against them. She turned back to Mitch, quipping how “Mr. Nazir won’t be too pleased about that.” 

He smiled, joining her in taking all of the images down, ripping them or balling them up in his fists. All of them ended up in one of the old Target bags they had been using for trash, filling up an entire bag (minus a few Dunkin cups sitting at the bottom).

Mitch trailed a few tender kisses down the left side of her next, and though it sounds cheesy, a feeling of hopefulness flooded himself out of most of the bitterness that had been stuck inside for so long. 

She turned her head to catch his lips with her own, and smiled into the kiss, her hand finding the back of his head. She lightly tugged on the chocolate colored strands and he groaned in content, to which her grin only widened. She pulled back, ruffling the top of his head before beginning to pack away the remnants of what was left in the closet. He rolled his eyes, following suit.

They had piled all of the boxes into the back of Mitch’s old decommissioned CIA vehicle (which was obvious that is was such, given that the side was littered with bullet holes and metallic scratches), returned the key to Mr. Nazir (who was glad to see Mitch go), and with that, they were off.

The new place wasn’t too far away, the pair taking a page out of Stan’s book and opting for a wonderful sense of privacy. It was nestled in a rural corner of Massachusetts, where Mitch would be able to come home to a sense of serenity. Y/n had already moved in her possessions, Mitch’s items being the last step. They’d also furnished the cozy cabin, trips to IKEA and Urban Outfitters (along with several other over-priced boutiques) making the place feel like a perfect fit for the couple.

Mitch’s strange and varied knick knacks made the house feel like a home, his lacrosse stick finding a new home by the front door, right under a hanging potted plant that Y/n and Mitch had decided to affectionately name “Charles” after a drunken night watching the X-Men movies. The house was littered in plants such as Charles, in fact, with Mitch’s first response to seeing all of them being “Wow, looks like a greenhouse in here.”

(Still, he’d grown to love the plant babies. Trust me.)

Two tired smiles made their ways to their faces as they both sat on their new sofa, admiring a job well done. Though several boxes still lay on the hardwood, unopened, they felt accomplished enough to pull out a bottle of wine that they had been saving for the occasion. It was an early housewarming gift from Stan, to which they were unprepared to take advantage of, it seemed.

“Baby, did we unpack the wine glasses earlier?” Mitch questioned, his mind slightly foggy of the day's events and early start.

“No, I think they’re still packed up.” She replied, to which Mitch’s eyes lit up, an idea forming and an imaginary lightbulb popping up over his head. He got up from his seat, a wide smile spreading across his face. Her expression mirrored his own, with an added quirked brow at his antics.

“I’ve got a solution, wait here.” Mitch responded, padding over to where he had remembered the new home of the mugs to be. Upon realization of what he was doing, Y/n smiled, rolling her eyes and bringing a hand up to run through her roots.

He shuffled back over moments later, his girlfriend recognizing one of the mugs in his hands as her favorite. He sat down next to her, with the bare skin of her thighs touching his own, jean clad. He bumped his knee to hers with a giggle, pouring out the Pinot Grigio into the mugs. 

She gratefully accepted it as it was handed to her, smiling as she took a sip. Mitch did the same, the two of them leaning back into the soft sofa. Y/n brought her legs up, cuddling into his side and absorbing his warmth. He brought his free hand to her side, a strong hold giving them both a strong sense of comfort as she lay her head on his shoulder.

The box labeled “Kat” remained unpacked along with the others on the floor, dust already beginning to gather. Mitch had come across it a few times that day, each time more thoughtful than the last as he struggled to decide what it was exactly he was feeling towards the objects; or perhaps towards the memory of Katrina.

He had come to realize that it was acceptance he felt, deep in his stomach, settling down. It had been brought upon him in totality over time, today’s events being the final step. A soft smile spread across Mitch’s face, a single tear falling from his eye. Y/n looked up, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Mitch, are you alright?”

He leaned down, connecting their lips in a watery yet nectarous kiss, his hand beginning to rub small circles on her shoulder. 

“Yeah, Y/n/n.” 

The fire they had built earlier was roaring, now, casting a warm glow across the pair’s features. The damp trail down his cheek was highlighted, nearly glistening on his skin like an amber. 

“I’m doin’ just fine.”

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ok btw ik that wine in mugs would be a horrible idea but this is fiction so SHUSH

anyway i hope yall enjoyed! i love writing for mitch and i have lots of future fics for him, so if u liked this, please reblog and follow if ya wanna. mwah, go drink water and have some protein <333

 xx hj

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[fuckthesworld]

FREEDOM TO DESIRE

CEO MITCH RAPP AU

MITCH RAPP x Reader

Warnings: SMUT and unprotected sex!

Rapp Corporation was the leading marketing firm in the world. Companies like Disney, Sony and Southwest paid millions of dollars to be associated with it. It represented actors, athletes, business moguls and small businesses. While it was in high demand it was also reasonable - sponsoring schools and nonprofit organizations around the world.

The single person driving the reigns to the crazy international kingdom that resided in London was Mitch Rapp . That’s right. He was part of a decade of strong, successful businessmen.

And he was your boss.

You had literally stumbled into the job of personal assistant. Literally. You were walking out of a coffee shop, resumes in hand when you ran into his large, hard frame. You landed on your ass and when you were able to recover, you were looking into the deepest chocolate eyes you had ever seen. His bright white teeth clashed against his tan skin, his dark locks perfectly framing his face.

Then you remembered that you had spilled coffee on one of the most powerful, young bachelors in the world.

You had also spilled coffee all over your resume and you groaned in realization, the expensive fresh pages coated in thick lakes of coffee. He had helped you pick up the lost keys to your future, taking a second to read over your resume and offered you a job. He was on the way to meet someone about being his personal assistant and you did just get your masters in public relations. You could intern while still making money and if you showed promise he promised to promote you.

Sometimes life really does work out in your favor. Sit in that for five seconds then remember that your boss is one of the sexiest, most successful young CEO’s in the world.

Not only is he attractive but he has the work ethic of an ox. And it made working for him damn hard. Probably harder than managing the clients he had. He was constantly in meetings, constantly leaving early in the morning and late in the evening. Going to galas and charity events, charming new people. He opened up smaller chains in areas in the world stricken by poverty to try to help increase job opportunities. He volunteered at schools and hospitals. He spent his Thanksgiving and Christmas and any other holiday of giving providing food for those in need. Always. He’s always been like this.

Mitch wasn’t just a CEO. Wasn’t even human.

He was a goddamn saint sent from heaven to wreak havoc on earth.

It was on such an occasion that he had asked you to attend one of his events - a large gala celebrating 50 years of business with his father and grandfather.  The whole legacy under one roof. You didn’t understand why you were asked to attend. As his assistant sure you had to manage the media and who visited him. But that had been hours ago. The night was now thriving off the rich and famous drunkenly dancing and teasing each other. Mitch never drank more than two glasses of anything at events like these so you didn’t have to babysit him. But you also wanted to go home if he didn’t need you and that he refused.

You watched him as he laughed along with two of his most trusted partners, Scott Mccall and Derek Hale as they sipped expensive champagne and spoke lowly among each other. Mitch was wearing a tailored blue suit, his white  button up popping against a black tie. His slight beard had grown since he shaved it these past two days and was now a short beard and all you could think about was how it would feel between your legs.

You shook your head, returning your eyes to your blackberry. You had to get it together. Everyone teased you that he had a thing for you. He never had women assistants. Preferred men to ensure that things stayed professional. Never offered people jobs on the spot either.

There was just something about you they would tease.

Well he sure as hell wasn’t making a move so until he did it would have to stay a mystery.

“You’re still working for him.”

The soft voice takes you off guard and you jump a bit, breaking from your thoughts as  your eyes fall on your assailant. Standing in a dark red gown, her pale skin contrasting with her perfectly coiffed dark hair is Katrina Mendes. 

Ex-girlfriend of Mitch Rapp.

She takes a seat beside you, the soft smell of Chanel wafting off her skin as she continues.

“Didn’t think a fragile little thing like you would survive a man like him.”

You knew what she was doing. Her younger sister, Annika , had warned you about this months ago. When you had accidentally ran into her at a golf tournament with Mitch. She loved him still. Despite the fact that she married someone new, moved across the world, she still loved and wanted him. Didn’t want anyone else to claim him.

You were a threat. You were beautiful,  intelligent. charming and apparently upon Scott’s teasing, he spoke about you a lot. Katrina hated you. And reminded you every time she saw you.

“Surprised you’re here. Thought you’d be back in America with your husband. Oh wait, he’s in Japan with his mistress of the month.”

It was no secret her husband cheated on her. She even laughed about it but deep down you knew it killed her inside. Killed her that she chose a man like that over a man like Mitch. It made you even empathize for her…until she opened her mouth and you were reminded that karma was real.

She narrows her eyes at you before deliberately taking the large flute of champagne in her hand and slowly tilting it on your dress. On your $3,000 dress you had charged on your credit card that you had planned on returning tomorrow. You had only bought the navy blue gown to try to impress Mitch, hoping he would be charmed by the way it looked on your body.

It hadn’t and now, on top of rejection, she had ruined it and put you $3,000 in the hole.

“Have fun returning your De la Rented dress.” she smirks at you as you stand, the champagne trailing down the front of the long gown. You try to bite back tears, try not to bring too much attention to yourself as you pat at he gown down with a napkin before looking at her.

“I really hope you’re happy making other people’s life miserable Katrina. Because from what I hear, you used to be an awesome person and now, now you’re just a lonely bitch.”

You don’t notice the crowd of people who have been crowding around, watching the small scene unfold. Don’t see Mitch head toward you as you make your way down to the hallway to the family restroom. You don’t realize the tears that have been falling down your cheeks until you feel him grab your arm, turning you gently toward him.

“Y/N…” your name sounds different on his tongue and the way he’s looking at you has you sobbing harder. You try to push him away as he draws you to him, his large sculpted arms surrounding you as he whispers,

“Just let it all out.”

You don’t know why you’re crying. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve wasted $3,000 on a dress that had made little impact in your life. Maybe its because you’ve been up since 4:30 because of him, trying to make his night perfect. You missed having a social life. Missed your mom and dad and siblings. Missed your small loft in London.

Missed all of this because of him and he didn’t even give a damn.

The thought drives your sobs deeper and his grip tightens around you as you cry harder, his large hands rubbing your back. His mouth hushes you and he rocks you before you start to calm down, your sobs tampering off and you pull away, shaking your head. You want to apologize for your unprofessionalism and you also wanted to tell him he could take his assistant job and fuck off but then his left hand is hooking under your chin as he tilts your head up to you.

“I can pay for your dress. I’m sorry she ruined it. But holy hell Y/N what did you expect when you wore something like this?”

His right hand that has never left your body tampers down your back as he pulls you closer to him.

“You’ve been driving everybody mad wearing this,” he eyes are shifting now, darkening around the pupils as he licks his lips. “It should be a condemned sin.”

His voice has dropped an octave and the deep bass draws a shiver up your spine. You give your lip a light bite and he gives a short groan, the pad of his thumb brushing over the exposed skin. His hand tightens around your waist as he whispers,

“You should be a condemned sin.”

You’re looking up at him confused, trying to register what he was saying. He watches you back, trying to get a read on you before he straightens, pulling from you.

“I hope you’re feeling better.” he croaks, backing away as he takes you in one last time before he turns on his heel. You stop him, your hand shooting for his arm. You walk around him, his hair covering his pinched eyes as you whisper,

“What do you mean by that Mitch?”

He doesn’t look at you as he manages out,

“I’ve drank too much. I shouldn’t…” he looks at you and groans. “You just, I should have asked you out and not have offered you a job.”

The words takes you off guard as he takes a deep sigh.

“You’re so goddamn sexy and smart and I felt terrible ruining your resumes,” he was referencing your encounter months ago. “That offering you a job was the best I could do. I thought you’d get burnt out and quit and then I could ask you out but you’re so damn good. So damn good at everything you do so I’ve been stuck pretending I don’t care when all I want is you.”

Your dumbstruck as he looks at you and groans, shrugging out of your embrace.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. We can leave, if you want.”

He’s looking past you and you’re trying to process it all.

He really did like you.

You grab his neck, drawing him down to you, your lips pressing against his. It catches him off guard for only a second before he’s registering your actions, his hands grabbing your hips as he pushes you flush against a wall. His kisses are needy and desperate as his tongue teases your mouth open and you are consumed by him. Your hands move to his hair, his beautiful dark tresses getting tangled in your delicate fingers as he moans in your mouth, pushing his hips into your naval.

You moan feeling his erection brush against you and he pulls away, his eyes frenzied with lust.

“Not here.” his voice is hoarse and deep as he grabs you and basically drags you into the family restroom you were seeking out earlier. He shuts the door, locking it before grabbing you and slamming you against the door. He lifts you, your long gown getting lost around him as your legs hooks around his waist and his mouth is on your collarbone, sucking on the skin.

“You are so damn gorgeous,” he mumbles along your skin, his mouth nipping at your neck. “Do you know that? Do you know that you’ve been driving me fucking insane in this dress” his hands trail up your gown, his hot fingers clashing with your cool thighs and his mouth has found yours. “Drove me insane the moment I picked you up and you were wearing this.” His hands ghost over your center and you give a small yelp, as he pulls back to look you in the eye.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” he bites his lips as he glides his fingers up your wet folds and you shiver as you stumble out,

“I always run out of clean underwear and you came so early to pick me up I couldn’t go and buy a pair.”

His hands slowly traces up and down your pussy and he watches your face twist in pleasure.

“How many times have you worked with me without any panties on?”

“Honestly?” you bite down on your lip as his thumb slowly starts to tease against your clit and your hips rock against his finger. “Like most of the time. You don’t give me enough time to do my laundry.”

Your words are soft, barely coming in a whisper and he growls, sticking a finger into you as he begins his slow assault into your tight walls.

“You are so fucking wet,” he whispers as he looks at you, a wicked grin on his face. “Are you always this wet for me princess?”

You give a weak nod as he inserts another finger and you buck against him, your hands digging into his shoulders.

“I thought I smelled you the other week when we were at dinner.” You knew what he was referencing. He had taken you out for dinner after a long day at the office at a trendy sushi spot. He had been talking to you as his nimble fingers gracefully picked up one sushi after the other, the raw fish placed carefully in his mouth. You don’t know why it turned you on but it did. You wanted to know what those fingers would feel like in you, his mouth over yours.

Now you knew.

“Did I smell you princess?” he whispers a grin gracing his face and you give another weak nod and he growls, inserting a third finger in you. You arch your back against him, hands stuck in his hair as his mouth attacks your neck again.

“Tell me what had you so turned on so much?”

You give a weak mewl in silence and he pulls his fingers out, causing you to whine. He looks up at you with hooded eyes shaking his head.

“You have to use your words princess.”

“I was thinking about you finger fucking me.” you manage out, biting your lip as your cheeks flush over. He smiles as he sticks his fingers back in you, watching your face contort in pleasure again. His fingers curls up and hits you in that sweet spot and you feel your body tensing, clawing for release.

“Were you?”

You give a quick nod and he chuckles, his mouth getting close to your ear. His fingers are merciless know, pumping into you faster as his thumb brushes against your clit and you can feel that tension in your stomach build up.

“Wanna hear a secret princess?” he whispers against the shell of your ear and you hum, your body starting to give in to the pleasure he was delighting you to. “I’ve jacked off to you every night since I’ve met you, cumming all over my body from the thought of my dick being filled to the rim in you.”

That was all you needed. Between his fingers and the image of him jacking off to you your screaming his name, your fingers tangled in his hair as your walls flutter around his fingers. He groans, coaxing you through your climax as he watches you before he pulls from you, inserting all three of his fingers in his mouth. He gives a low moan as he sucks your essence off and pulls his fingers out with a pop before your leaning into him for a kiss.

He shifts, carrying you to the bathroom counter and slamming placing you down. He yanks at his suit, pulling down his pants and boxers as his cock springs free.

“Tonight I’ll make love to you the way you deserve,” he promises as he lines himself up at your entrance. “I’ll have you begging my name by the time I’m done with you but right now I just need you.”

His cock is teasing your folds as you look up at him, your eyes darkening as you thrust your hips forward. He stops you, something dark flickering in his eyes.

“What do you want princess?” he whispers and you moan as your hands pull at his shoulders.

“I want you.”

“You want me to what?” a satisfied smirk sits on his face and you rub your folds against his twitching cock.

“Want you to fuck me with your big fucking cock.”

He groans as he slowly thrusts into you, grabbing your hands and intertwining them with yours as he raises them above your head. His head falls in the crook of your neck as he bottoms out in you, his hair tickling your shoulders and you both give a satisfied moan. You rock your hips against him, enjoying the way he fills you to the brim and he moans as he pulls from you, his hips rocking out of you before slamming back in.

“Goddamn you are tight..” he whispers as he lifts himself enough to look at you, then his mouth is hot on yours as his body claims you.

His hips snap into you, desperately chasing after your orgasm before he lifts your leg and you’re getting hit in that special spot that has you screaming out his name.

“That’s right princess. Want you to cum all over my big cock.” he whispers, his hips in a frenzy as he watches you unwind underneath him. His finger finds your clit and flicks the sensitive area and you’re screaming his name again, your body shaking as you find sweet release. His hips are sloppily slapping against your as your walls tighten around before there milking him  his body shaking uncontrollably as your arms find your way around his body.

You wait a beat before saying,

“Soooo…I’m guessing I have to quit. This is the highest level of conflicted interest if I’ve ever known one.”

He chuckles, his face tucked in your shoulder before pulling away and kissing you.

“I don’t want you to quit.”

“Wouldn’t that be -”

“Unless you want to. You’re free to work in any of our departments. You’re way too good to be an assistant.” he’s rambling, something he does when he’s nervous and you chuckle, leaning up and kissing him. He relaxes as you pull away, his lips tugged between your teeth before you whisper.

“Let’s worry about it tomorrow. I should at least get a year under your belt before we talk about commitment.”

He chuckles, wiggling against you and there’s a soft knock on the door and you both freeze before you hear Scott’s voice.

“…….so uhhh, I don’t mean to interrupt you two but ummmm,” he clears his throat though you can hear the humour in his voice. “Your dad is looking for you Mitch. For a photo.”

Mitch groans and you laugh, giving a lock of his hair a tug.

“Give us a minute Scott. We need to….make ourselves decent.”

“Uh huh.” You know he’s smiling as he walks away and Mitch’s eyes are glinting at you mischievously.

“How long do you think he’s been standing out there hearing you scream out my name?”

“Mitch! That’s your best friend!” you say in mock surprise and he laughs, shaking his head.

“Scott’s always had a thing for you.” he nuzzles his face in your neck before muttering. “Besides I have another round in me.”

His shimmies his hips against yours and you gasp at his dick hardening in you.

You both make it out of the bathroom thirty minutes later.

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