epiphany

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11,985

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Shower Sex, Teasing, Death of bad guys, Sir, Squirting, Voyeurism, Boob Job

Notes: I know this is long overdue, but the word count makes up for it right? I got delayed because of Howler Con (I lost 3 says yo). I hope you guys like this. I liked this idea a lot actually.

“What I love more than acting is being Josey’s mom. So I wanna be there for him and I don’t want to miss anything.”

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The scent of the Chinese takeout bagged in Harry’s hands is enough to make his knees buckle. It’s been a long day of straining his voice, scribbling uncoordinated lyrics and leaving the studio to realise he left his keys inside and had to climb six flights of stairs again because the elevator was out of order.

He can practically hear his sofa calling his name, can taste the cold bottles of beer that sit in his fridge. He’s a twenty-four-year-old rockstar that’s just released his first debut album, and he’s spending his Saturday night alone with a takeaway.

Someone who isn’t doomed to the same sad fate is Y/N, the nurse next door who’s all dressed up in a tight pink midi dress that hugs every ounce of her skin perfectly. Her hair falls in loose curls down her back as she locks the front door and she’s shoving her keys into the tiny clutch she’s got hanging from her shoulder on a thick silver chain when she notices him.

“Oh, hey,” she greets softly, offering a bright and friendly smile. Harry returns it, chest swelling. Y/N is a beautiful girl, there’s no denying that. She isn’t a drop-dead gorgeous woman with legs for days and perfectly rounded hips. She’s got a nice bum and a small pouch on her lower stomach, and the little dips in her hips are what sends him over.

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Three more weeks. Just three more weeks until you’re done with high school and you can start planning your near future. You’ve been accepted into three colleges, two of which are the same as Peter and while he’s inching more toward MIT, you’ve got your heart set on Harvard.  

Just a 20-minute walk from each other, you’ve already figured out that your relationship will work. It has to.

The whole excitement and stress of leaving high school for good has done nothing but wrap Peter up in a tight bubble. He’s a little off lately, fixated on everything going to plan, on you not randomly changing your mind and deciding to take your scholarship to London. It doesn’t matter that you continuously assure him you’re sticking with your decision to attend Harvard, he’s scared.

“Are you even paying any attention to what I’ve been saying the past thirty minutes?” MJ’s snippy voice is quick to break you out of your little trance and you blink away your daydream.