Kitchen Nightmares || Mitch Rapp X Reader

Kitchen Nightmares || Mitch Rapp x Reader

Prompt: i spent three hours cooking food for you, and you're polite enough to pretend you like it but i'm a horrible chef and i can tell by your face that you're lying (SCRENWRITER)

Words: 437

Warnings: swearing

Notes: very very short, but i wanted to write me some soft mitch

Mitch was good at keeping a straight face, he had to be; an agent couldn't afford to break their facade in the line of work he pours himself into. He was required to put up a mask and fake his way through situations, pretend to be something he's not, pretend to feel things that he wouldn't usually feel in that moment. You had never been with him on the field, but you knew that the way his eyebrow was slightly twitching, his lips quivering in the tiniest corner of his mouth, even the missing gleam in his chocolate eyes... he was lying.

"I'm not going to force you to eat it, Mitch." You mentioned, contemplating the pain on his face as he tried to chew and swallow the meal you placed before him nearly ten minutes ago. It was both amusing and tiring to watch him continue to play this game. You groaned loudly, hoping to catch his attention, "We can order take out. I'll let you choose what we have, I don't care. Just stop trying to please me."

"No, babe, you made this. I'm going to enjoy it." He spoke through a full mouth, words muffled completely to the point where you hardly caught any of the syllables. He winced as he swallowed the strange texture, flavors he had never tasted before sliding down the back of his throat. Mitch felt as if he had to be grateful - he was gone for three weeks on a mission in the Middle East, he hardly slept let alone hardly ate. He wasn't stupid and knew that you only wanted the best for him as you welcomed him home with a cooked meal. He also was very aware that you couldn't cook, at all. "It-it's fucking amazing... so good, babe, so... fucking good."

He wasn't fooling you. He never could. "This is what we're gonna do, tough guy. That shit right there, that I can absolutely tell you hate, by the way... is going in the trash. And then we are ordering Vietnamese food. You're gonna cuddle the crap out of me and then we're going to have long hours full of sex until we fall asleep naked in each other's arms. Got it?"

Your sudden dominance was provoking a twitch in his lower region, a gulp forming in his throat as your arms were paced upon your hips. He had never been so attracted to you. Mitch let out a shaky breath, accompanied by that famous wide grin that had been missing from your life for nearly a month. With licked lips, he groaned, "Fuck yes."

Where Stiles Lives Out His Dream.... || Headcanon

Pairing : Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings : just cuteness, maybe like one swear word?

Notes : had this idea for a while, NWH definitely boosted it though!

it started in kindergarten

a five-year-old stiles wearing the same spiderman shirt every day for the first week

surprisingly, claudia wasn't bothered washing it each night

especially when he got it covered in paint and food and.. god knows what actually caused the stain on the left hand sleeve..

one would think that he had that darn action figure superglued to his hand

he refused to let it go, just like that shirt

his obsession never faltered, though

only growing more the older he got

and when he finally watched the movies.. his life changed

stiles was nine-years-old when his dad let him watch the first two tobey maguire movies

he was enthralled by watching spiderman swing around on his webs and fight the bad guys

his large honey eyes were glued to the screen and widened in wonder

and when peter parker finally got the girl, he felt a warmth settle in his chest

a strange warmth that he couldn't describe, not until he was old enough to properly understand

noah stilinski was looking over case files when he felt his son tug at his shirt

stiles only grinned, "dad can i have a mj?"

and noah only shook his head

he smiled back though, admiration etched over his worry lines

"not yet, son"

"dad... is mom your mj?"

and noah only laughed, eyes flickering to a sickly looking woman grinning at her boys' interaction

"she definitely is"

it was freshman year and stiles had turned fifteen-years-old

he wore a large grin to complement his red t-shirt and dark flannel

a large black spider symbol gracing his chest

by now his ADD has grown and he wasn't very good at focusing

it wasn't until he walked straight into another body that he snapped back into reality

abandoning his conversation with his best friend scott to help the poor girl that fell

this is when you first laid eyes on the adorable doofus you'd quite quickly call friend

you grasped his hand tightly as he pulled you up

the boy even dropped back to the floor to pick up your belongings

you thanked him and offered a smile

but you saw his shirt and bit your bottom lip

stiles very much noticed

"i like your shirt" you said before your eyes glanced up from his chest

all that stiles did was laugh nervously

he was shaky and you could tell he was highly-strung

what you couldn't tell though is that he was actually breathless

you were beautiful

kind of like lydia martin beautiful

but your cute attitude and kindness is what set you apart

and when you said you liked his shirt it meant you liked spiderman

that made you automatically perfect to stiles

eighteen-years-old and stiles was now in his jeep, driving to yours

you had been dating since you were sixteen

he asked you at your birthday party if you'd like to go on a date

this was after he handed you a giant present half the size of roscoe

you said yes immediately, and that warmth returned from when he was younger

the warmth that he got when he saw peter in love with mj

it made him think that one day, you'd officially be his mj and the thought made him smile so fucking wide

presently, you were receiving a text to meet your boyfriend outside

you were expecting him, but usually, he'd make his way inside your home

with a key that he acquired from a source he wouldn't tell you about

you walked outside and it was dark

the jeep was in your driveway but stiles was nowhere to be found

you made a move to walk down the steps of your front porch

but a yell scared you into jumping back

a scream escaping through your lips

stiles appeared in front of you, his body hanging upside down from the roof

he had a large grin between his cheeks and his eyes glistened with mischief

he crooned, a little chuckle sounding his words

"hey baby"

reaching out to hit his chest was a bad idea when he slightly maneuvered

your fingers grasped his shirt to hold him still before he could fall

and then

....trust your luck....

the ten o'clock sprinkler system was activated and you both began to get soaked

you glared at stiles

he laughed

and soon you were laughing too

your fingers remained holding his now crumpled, and soaked, spiderman t-shirt from freshman year

you hummed, "you know what this looks like, right?"

and stiles shook his head, but

his eyes were stuck to your wet matted hair and glowing skin from the water beads

"you're like spiderman and i'm like... mj"

he realised the scene you were referring to

the warmth returned

this time it was stronger

it had a forceful pull that gravitated his lips to yours

and finally, it ignited his body with fire coursing through his veins

your lips were joined and your hands moved from his chest to his cheeks

holding him

caressing him

stiles moaned softly as his right hand snaked around to your back

pushing you closer to his saturated frame

your bodies stuck to one another but you didn't care

not when your tongue slipped past his desperate lips

his needy teenage hormones got the best of him , though

he wanted to merge your bodies even closer until all he could feel was the slick wet skin under your shirt

and one move of desire later nearly led stiles to fall once again

you pulled back to hold him steady

lips swollen

his face now turning red

only, it was from the blood rushing rather than just a bashful flush of rosy cheeks

stiles didn't care though, despite your worrying and cursing under your breath

he smiled, teeth gleaming, eyes sparkling

he felt everything all at once when he kissed you

the kind of emotions and sensations that meant that his love for you preceded everything else

and he knew

he... just knew

"you're my mj"

When Dylan Proposes.... || Headcanon

Pairing : Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Warnings : nothing, just fluffy business

Notes : first actual headcanon - woohoo!

first of all, it would always run through his head how he would propose

on constant replay

so many people go out of their way to compose a HUGE celebratory ordeal

however, he always knew that he didn't want to go over the top

dylan realised a while ago that he wanted to marry you

but he never proposed because he didn't how HOW

he's had the ring hidden on the top shelf of the wardrobe

because you couldn't reach up there

it was hidden in between some sweaters - dylan was quite proud of the spot, in all honesty

you were cooking one night when he poked his head into the kitchen, body leaning against the doorway, arms crossed

you were too consumed to notice him there

because you were singing his favourite song...

dylan would play it all the time, on replay, non-stop

you'd heard it THAT many times that you learnt it off by heart absentmindedly

now it was your favourite too

his lips lifted when he saw you wearing your apron

it was a gift from his grandmother for christmas two years ago

it was the first gift she'd given you, after he would talk her ear off about how much you loved to cook and how good you were

it meant a lot that she gifted it to you, which is why you wear it everytime you cook, without fault

and dylan always smiled with the biggest of heart eyes

seeing you singing his song in that cliche' sloganed apron made him realise right there and then that his love for you is inevitable

you were everything to him, you were it for him

you fought and you both cried, but you always came back with the biggest smiles and hearty laughs

and the roller coaster that is life is a ride that he never wants to get off

if it means spending it forever with you

so he went to get the ring

it glistened when he opened the box, the light of your bedroom catching it just right

and he knew straight away it was perfect

both the ring and the moment

and you, of course

by the time he made it back to the kitchen, you started moving your hips

dancing a little

singing louder

evidently getting lost in the moment

and dylan could watch you forever

that's when he fell to one knee

his eyes remained on you, not even realising what he'd done

the small black velvet box was clasped between his shaky hands

he didn't know why he was nervous

he loved you

you loved him

he had been calling you wifey for at least two months now

so why. was. he. so. nervous??

but maybe... it was just excitement

knowing that he could hold you in his arms forever

he'd wake up with you by his side every morning for the rest of his life

he could kiss you whenever he wanted

most of all, he could be his true and utter self and you would never judge him

not even once

dylan's focus broke when you turned around and saw him there

you froze

but you did manage to let his name fall from your lips so softly

honey brown eyes looking up to you and just sparkling so sweetly

he sighed, laughing under his breath, "i don't even know where to start..."

reminiscing about when you met, how he noticed your big and beautiful eyes before anything else

how their colour quickly became his favourite, and still is

and then on your first date when he discovered your food allergy at the fancy restaurant he took you to

still to this day you're too embarrassed to go back there.....

he absolutely lit up when he explained the exact second he fell in love with you when he woke up with you clinging to his arm, face buried in his neck, and just how beautiful you looked

dylan began rambling though when he was telling you about how much he actually loved you, and everything he did love about oyu

by now your cheeks were decorated with rolling tears

of happiness, duh

and it's when the box opened, dylan's hands still shaky

an exemplary sized ring sitting in the centre

with a deep breath, he asked, "would you marry me?"

and with an equally as deep breath, you replied...

"over and over again"

which means yes, by the way

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[ GAZE ] : right before the kissing begins, sender gazes at receiver’s lips, then back up at their eyes, waiting for them to make a move or give confirmation.

Small laughs were a constant interruption during your scene with Dylan, the chortles slipping from both your mouths every time you both got too close to one another. It didn't help in the slightest that the brunette man would purposely pull a childish face at you when your noses were close enough to touch - this time, in particular, was caused by the crossing of his eyes and tip of his tongue poking out at you. The director was playing along at first as he made small jokes himself about content for the gag reel, but fifteen minutes later and he was yelling CUT! like a broken record and rolling his eyes with a hidden smile ghosting his lips.

Dylan pushed out a lip-trill as a way to compose himself, his hands shaking out at his sides. You were only seconds behind following his lead until you were both sure that the zaniness was at a minimum. The director indicated that filming was resuming before your hands gently gripped Dylan's arms, the personality of your characters taking over once more as you stared up into his whisky-coloured eyes. Lines dripping with every possible essence of love fell so easily from your lips, almost immediately reciprocated from your partner's character. The scene was easily set and the mood grew swiftly between your flushed chests.

Your eyes focused on the plumpness of his lips - so simple, but so enticing. It was hard to remember that this was a scripted scene and not an invitation to jump on him for no apparent reason. The act of his tongue slipping out quickly to lick his lips broke your focus and caused you to drag your gaze back up to his. Your head tilted softly to the side as your eyes asked... dared... him to finish the job. In true Dylan fashion, the smallest of smiles tugged at the corners of his mouth and he leaned into you, pressing his lips to yours and scrunching his nose as he deepened it. The peck didn't last long as he pulled away, forehead against yours. It was time for you and your castmate to join once more in a union that was determined by the way his tongue dragged across the bottom lip of your red-painted smirk, and as if on cue, you allowed him access. He sunk entirely, his tongue dipping deep inside as if he needed a part of you to help him breathe.

It had to have just been acting, surely, but it was definitely perfect.

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[ AIRPORT ] : after realizing their feelings for the receiver, sender sprints through an airport to kiss them before their flight departs. [DYLAN]

Curses of all sorts slipped from your lips as you dodged multitudes of people and their shadowing suitcases. It was an airport, of course it would be beyond crowded, however you still found yourself frustrated and surprised at how difficult it was to get from one side to the other. Time would have been kinder and your feet would have carried you quicker if you didn't have to stop and purchase a ticket to Quebec. You received odd looks when the only luggage you carried was a handbag, but the looks only increased in curiosity at the expression of worry and hastiness driving your sprinting movements. Breathing normally became a thing of the past - but it was more due to the fact that the man, who you pretty sure you love, was about to board a plane and disappear from your life for the next four months. He was going to leave you behind without knowing that you loved him too.

When you reached the screening phase of your Airport journey, you tried your utmost hardest to not let your anxiety seep through. It became difficult to cease the impatient tapping of your foot and unnecessary amounting of blinking; afterall, the last thing you needed was to be pulled aside and questioned for suspicious behaviour. The thoughts running through your mind was enough to make the guard in front of you snap their fingers, your eyes refocusing on the lady waiting for your passport to be shown - you didn't even remember moving onto customs. You were physically getting closer to your destination, but he still felt miles away. The lady spoke again after your passport was presented, "So, what's got you going to Canada today?"

You smiled sweetly as his image flickered in your mind, a soft rose blush tickling your cheeks and nose. You cleared your throat, "A guy. I mean, he's here, waiting for his flight. I have to see him before he leaves... gotta tell him something." The lady nodded, surprisingly in a knowing way. She asked you if this was a movie cliche and you instantly laughed at the unbelievable accuracy. Your life didn't feel like a romantic comedy, however, as the anxiety of Dylan thinking that you didn't feel the same way was more like life or death as your stomach twisted in knots. She eventually let you pass and you were suddenly jogging. Running. Sprinting. The opportunity to see him again got closer by each passing second, the gates to other waiting areas flying past you before you set sight on the one you needed. You managed a deep breath through your panting, but didn't slow down.

Dylan was seated in the back corner of the room, his familiar black cap swung backward and his pillow sitting upon his restless knees. You couldn't figure out how he was feeling as his usual readable self was hidden away. You were lucky that he was alone in bittersweet solace and not interrupted by excitable fans. Just being able to see the man allowed you to slow to a steady walk, eventually stopping a few feet away from him. You drew another deep breath, your bag slipping from your arm and dropping to the floor with a loud thump. He stirred but didn't look your way. You beamed brightly with curled fists by your side and wide hopeful eyes, your voice shaky but steady enough to express how you felt, "I love you too."

Dylan's eyebrows furrowed, his body remaining still as the cogs turned in his mind, wondering if your voice was real or just a figment of his imagination. Curiosity got the best of the man as he finally looked up and toward you. His jaw dropped slightly, eyes blinking in dubiety to determine if you were actually standing in front of him. He stood from his position and walked to you, his frame towering over your own, prompting you to lean back to look up at him. Dylan's eyes were squinted and voice hardly about a whisper, "Say it again."

"I love you. I love you too, Dylan."

The chuckle that escaped him was a sound that you could keep on replay, the joyous sound accompanying the growing grin between his cheeks. His large hands lifted from his sides and held your jaw oh-so-gently before he pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. The man bit his lip and hummed, "Did you just 'Casablanca' me?". The following nod of your head and tugging of your bottom lip as enough for him to release a whole-hearted laugh, his chest rumbling with happiness and vibrating against your own. His lips, this time, landed perfectly on your own pair before connecting with strength.

He didn't allow you to breathe - he didn't want you to, unless it was just of him. The setting was lost to you both as your hands dragged up his back and hooked onto his shoulders, anchoring yourself against him before your knees inevitably went weak. His tongue was dangerous as it pushed through your lips and took ownership of the other side, eliciting a gentle moan to gather in your throat. Wth now turned heads, the new angle offered to you was a blessing, emotion driving your senses crazy until you could devour him right there and then.

You almost missed the instructions on the loudspeaker that instructed passengers to board the plane, your hands now pulling back and pushing Dylan away slightly. You were absolutely breathless, "You gotta go."

He shook his head in disagreement, "No-"

"Don't you dare stay here and miss out on the filming opportunity of a lifetime. I would never forgive myself."

Dylan whined, evident conflict of his head and heart settling behind his eyes. His foot tapped anxiously on the tile flooring as both of your gazes followed the departing passengers; only a few, including yourselves, remained. "Then come with me. You've got a ticket. Just come with me, sweetheart."

You didn't need to think through your answer. "Okay."

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"I KNOW I'M BALLS DEEP INSIDE OF YOU RIGHT NOW... BUT FUCK, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BAD I WANT TO PROPOSE."

The fractured panting of Dylan's words were muffled by the curve between your neck and shoulder, but you still heard them, you still felt them as his thrusts got deeper and the fingers digging into your scalp pressed harder. He was pouring every ounce of his heart and devotion into his movements, and you were sure that if it grew any stronger, you'd soon be crumbling beneath his touch. The thought even crossed your mind that maybe he didn't realise what he confessed, maybe he was so lost in a trance that his utmost desires spilled out into confession of love that he didn't know was voiced loud enough for you to hear.

It wasn't until he slowed his hips, eventually coming to a stop, that it occurred to you that Dylan finally understood what was said. You were still so taken aback; eyes forced to flutter open as they focused on the man above you, the strength of his veiny arms holding up his body weight after your sweaty chests were pressed to one another only moments ago. He immediately looked down to you, the lustful glaze settling over his amber hues slowly fading. The rough contortion of his eyebrows and scrunched nose was quickly replaced by softened facial features and a hopeful stare. He was looking at you like you were the sun, and he'd just seen daylight for the first time.

"What did you say?" Your voice was quiet, timid in case you needed to brace yourself for the possibility of your dreams not coming true. The way Dylan tucked stray hairs behind your ear so gently, however, was enough to calm your nerves. He chuckled so incredibly light that you swore the sweet sound was the softest thing you had ever heard, his head dropping down slightly to fall into a brief shake. Dylan reached for your left hand before holding it to his chest, the rapid pace of his heartbeat reverberating underneath; only this time, it was more so from the big step he was about to take, and not the passionate sex that had him gripping at the headboard.

"What I was trying to say.." He started, pulling your hand to his swollen red lips, a tender kiss placed over your knuckles, "Will you marry me?" The confident man that you admired so much on screen had pushed his way to the surface, the directness of his proposal not needing an explanation or story to precede it; the look on his face telling you already that he was so deeply in love.

The need to marry you weighed on his mind for a couple of months - the ring already pre-bought and sitting up high where Dylan knew you couldn't reach. He would often gaze over the glistening diamond stone when you weren't around, imagining it sitting perfectly on your finger for the world to see - for the world to know that you were his, and would be for the rest of your lives. It wasn't until he reveled in the way you touched him so tenderly, and how you would subconsciously pull yourself into his body and encage him with your desperate limbs, that Dylan realised that this moment... as odd as it was, that he was ready to forever call you his.

You could feel tears pricking behind your eyes, already beading on your lash line, the moment finally catching up to you. It was subconscious when your eyes then flickered to the hand held captive against his naked chest, Dylan following your line of sight before he began to stammer, "I-I have a ring... it's just... I don't really want to... leave you... right now." The man gestured to his torso was slight embarrassment, his still hardened girth throbbing inside you from the upkeep of adrenaline.

"Don't worry about the ring." You said, smiling with every spark of happiness you could muster. Your hands managed to drag their way up to Dylan's cheeks, holding them carefully as if they were made from the finest of porcelain. The small teardrops that rolled down your cheek complemented your affectionate eyes and passionate caresses perfectly, Dylan already learning of what your answer to his big question would be. It wasn't until the eager nodding of your head and the soft sniffle you gave that tears of his own began to stain Dylan's flushed cheeks, a chuckle now protruding from your own lips before you gathered the warm beads on your thumbs.

You bit your lip, head still nodding as if you were stuck on a loop, "Of course, I'll marry you, Dylan. Yes. I love you, yes!"