#n songs like to the edge n return to the oblivion have always kept me company. its lyrics giving voice n relating to my own self

[we-always-hit-our-ass]

Dance Freely, Love (Joe Toye x Reader)

a/n- another one of my random ideas, thanks @radiantcade​ for motivating me to do this, what would i do without you??

once again, im procrastinating on the long fanfic by writing shorter ones. oops

Description- You wake up to see a note that your long-time boyfriend has left for you on a drawer. After reading it, it’s contents leave you heartbroken. Time passes by and word gets by of your boyfriend in the hospital. You decide to visit him. Tears and fufilled promises ensue.

Words- 4.9k (i was intending for it to be short but... i got carried away??)

Warnings- angst, angst, angst, but there’s fluff tho 

Angst with happy ending, love those-

btw listen to these songs while reading this:

The End of the Word- https://youtu.be/xHa6a3FtPJg

It’s Been a Long, Long Time- https://youtu.be/iP0tHmoc1rs

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The sun beams peek through the gap of your white curtains, shielding your (E/C) from their brightness. That was what you found strange. 

Usually Joe would wake up earlier than you and he’d open the curtains right after he woke up and got up from your comfy bed. So when you’d open your eyes, the light would just be as gleaming and bright as Joe’s smile. 

Maybe finally he listened to you and decided to give your eyes a rest. You groggily stretched your body, the blankets falling off your shoulders dropping slowly towards your lap. 

Stiff arms raise up and a content groan leaves your lips as you stretch them out. Those tired arms then reach up to rub at your eyes and you feel a yawn creeping by.

You then make your way off the bed, slightly disappointed by the loss of warmth those covers provided you with. After your eyesight was clear, you hobbled your way around the room while putting on your slippers.

You walked up to a small table with a record player, something you and Joe were lucky to have. You pulled out a disc and set the record player up. Soon enough, you and Joe’s favorite music to slow dance to plays. 

It soothed your muscles and you could almost fall asleep again if you tried hard enough. You bopped your head up and down and hummed softly to the melody. There was a slight bounce in your step as the song kept playing and a tiny grin was on your face.

After a few moments of swaying along to the music you noticed the absence of the handsome, dark-haired man you called your boyfriend.

“Joe…”

Your tired, breathy voice rang throughout your shared bedroom, but no voice rang back.

You assumed it might’ve been one of those rare days where Joe went the extra mile to make breakfast. 

But once again, there was no waft of food or smoke reaching your nose.

“...Joe…?” 

The question was asked louder, but no response. The tweeting of the birds felt deafening in the quiet house, and the soothing voice of your lover wasn’t heard at all. You still stood at the foot of your bed, slightly dazed and confused as to where Joe was.

You opened the door to your bedroom and quickly made your way throughout the house to look for him. You fail to see the crisp, white note laying quietly on your dresser and waiting to be read. 

The faint thumping your footsteps echoed throughout the house, and he was nowhere to be found. 

You even went as far to go to the attic(which you absolutely hated going into ever since Joe said that it was haunted). You rushed through each room, opening the door roughly before slamming it back shut once you saw that he wasn’t there.

You sped along, your speed rivaling that of light’s. You even caught yourself lifting up one of the cushions of the sofa.

When you returned to the room you were a panting mess, and you were sure that you checked every inch of the house at least 7 times while calling out his name and telling him to cut the joke.

Your search was futile and you walked groggily up the wooden stairs so you can lie down on your bed. (S/C) hands gingerly turn the doorknob and you amble your way slowly to the comfy bed. 

You heave a sigh as you plop yourself into the mattress, your head nestled between the pillows and the still-tousled blanket. Your head turns and your eyes land on the piece of paper resting flat against the wooden surface of the dresser.

You were suddenly alert and your body shot up in the blink of an eye. You swear that you hadn’t seen this note before. For someone who apparently checked the house from top-to-bottom, you were sure pretty blind.

You put your legs up on the bed, and you leaned over to reach the mysterious note. You leaned back and scooted up until your back was flush against the fluffy pillows. 

The folded paper was opened to reveal the familiar and neat handwriting of your love. Your eyes lit up in recognition. Your eyes skimmed over the word-filled page before actually deciding to read it the ink.

“Dear (Y/N),

I hope you read this letter with a clear mind and heart, for I am truly sorry for doing this to you. (Y/N), I am so sorry for leaving you like this.

 I planned to tell you the night before, but I couldn’t bring myself to break the news after seeing you so happy last night. I couldn’t do that to myself, and especially you. 

Before you can say that I should have told you, please try to understand that this way is the best way. It’s the best option and I think it would also be the one that hurt you the less.

 (Y/N), please know that I have good intentions and that I really don’t mean to bring you harm in any way, shape, or form.

Your tear-stained face would’ve broken me and I am slightly glad that I would not be there to see your reaction. I couldn’t live with that. 

(Y/N), I promise you only a few things:

1. I will return to you, no matter how injured I am.

2. When I do return, the first thing I will do is to scoop you up into my arms.

3. I will give you the best kisses that you’ve ever dreamed of.

4. I will make the best goddamn dinner that has ever existed.

5. We will dance, and dance to that record we always play until the night slowly fades into day, and I promise you, that I still wouldn’t be stopping.

6. I will always, and forever love you.

(Y/N), please know that this would've happened someday, and that again, this is the best option for both of us. After this war, I SWEAR, that I will do everything I put on that list of promises. 

You have my word and heart, (Y/N). I love you. I love you very much…  Please let me see your face when I return.

Love,

Your ever loving boyfriend, Joe”

Streams of salty tears were unknowingly rushing out of your eyes like mini waterfalls. You only started to feel them when you slowly brought your fingers to your face. 

The wet sensation against your fingertips brought you back to reality, and you only started sobbing louder. You talked to him about it, of course, but you just thought…You just thought that maybe, just maybe, he would’ve given you a head’s up.

Of course you knew he was going to fight the war, but not like this. This would be the last thing you expected. Sobs, whimpers, and whispers of his name fell out of your lips. The trembling never stopping.

You quickly put your lip between your teeth to stop any more sounds from coming out, but the action was futile. Your fists clenched the now flimsy piece of paper, crumpling the edges and almost ripping the sides of the papers off.

The sounds of your tears plopping against the paper didn’t bring you back from your tear-filled stupor. The whimpering didn’t stop and you looked down to your lap to read the paper once again, just to make sure that you weren’t, in fact, dreaming.

Your red and already swollen (E/C) eyes glance down at the paper only to see that your tears have smudged and already washed some of the words. The once legible words were  reduced to only a small puddle of black ink. 

The tears in your eyes stopped for a brief moment before they started streaming down your red cheeks and down your throat. A small, wet stain formed at top of your blouse, the never-ending river of your woe soaking it more and more.

You were still as you could be, only light tremors shook your body as you sniffed and whimpered some more. Your throat ached, your mouth was parched, and your eyes lost tears to cry a long time ago.

The aching of your legs made your whole lower body feel numb and you soon felt how sore your face felt. Your fingers begged to be unfurled, the joints already crying out in mercy, but you couldn’t care less. 

Crescent moon shapes were indented against the soft skin of your palm, but you didn’t pay them any mind. Hiccups now filled the air, but you were still glued to that very same spot you had ages ago. 

Your tired body slowly leaned forward until your forehead and wet cheeks touched the cold sheets of your bed.  Soft whimpers were muffled and your hand clutched and pulled the once neat and pristine piece of paper towards your chest. 

Wet ink was transferred onto your blouse, and the damp fabric stuck to your feverish skin without a hitch. Everything hurt. Eyes, nose, throat, back, fingers, thighs, toes, and your heart. 

Oh, especially your heart. It felt like it’s been cut, torn, and smashed into oblivion. Like it was whipped and the wounds had salt poured on them. Then it was burned, chewed up, and run over by 4 dozen cars. Then the whole process repeated again and again.

The pain was agonizing, and you would do anything to make it stop for even just a second. That was all you could focus on. You still didn’t get it. 

Nothing made sense to you at the moment and you had the overwhelming urge to destroy everything around you. To rip that damned piece of paper that brought you this pain in the first place. 

As anger and many more emotions coursed through you, you stopped to look at the piece of paper for the tenth time this hour. Your hardened glare turned into a loving look after your (E/C) eyes looked at the words ‘I love you’.

Tears threatened to burst through your sensitive eyes but your ability to produce tears ran out forever ago. So instead, you raised your fist to pound it against the mattress. 

You tried to let out a scream but no sound came out. The dull sound consumed your head and you stopped shortly. You felt so vulnerable. So utterly helpless without him.

You never even got to say goodbye. To kiss him lovingly, to hug him with all your strength, and to say infinite declarations of love. If you'd known that last night was the final night that you would see him, you would’ve never have let him go and never stopped saying your adoration in his ear.

If you missed him this much already, how were you to act without him for years? How were you to react if he never came back? You forcefully diverted yourself from thinking that, you would be better if you don’t think of that.

Just when you thought you can now fully function, scenes of Joe bleeding out from a shot or shrapnel wound prevented you from doing so. Your parted lips stretched to a frown and you gripped your head between your hands, your fingers digging themselves deep into your scalp.

What have you done to deserve this? Why was this happening to you?

Why you? 

Why Joe?

Painful questions mixed with past memories of happy times between you and Joe swirled around in your head. You thought that focusing on the joyful memories you had together but that made things worse, for they reminded you of the things you will surely miss.

Exhaustion and fatigue glide over you and you start to realize the ache of every muscle in your body. For now, all you desired was to close you red and swollen (E/C) and to float away to dreamland.

You didn’t care if it was only the afternoon, the day’s previous events left you spent and wanting to rest.You prayed that you didn’t have any dreams of him, your fragile heart couldn’t take anymore. It had enough in just a few hours.

Your sore and weak body raised itself up from it’s bent position, some of your backbones cracking at the action. You released a shaky sigh as your back hit the mattress, your throbbing head feeling only just a tiny bit relaxed as it hit the cloud-like pillows. 

The lingering scent of his shampoo and soap on the pillow covers and blankets hugged you tightly, almost suffocating you. It was overwhelming, but you decided to relish one of the few things he actually left behind.

The bedroom blurred around you, black spots appearing in your vision as your eyelids drooped down.You curled up into a fetal position, face almost buried in the pillows. Your nose was clogged and almost silent sniffles were all you could offer.

The faint sound of the record player lulling you to sleep by the second as you let it play its tune.

You clutched the letter in your hand towards your chest like earlier. You were holding on to it like your life depended on it(your life didn’t but your heart sure did).

Before blacking out you wished that maybe this dream would provide temporary comfort, that maybe you’d forget about Joe and his leave. Perhaps, you might get it all of your head in just one sleep. But you knew it didn’t work like that.

Nothing did.

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You really didn’t know how you continued to live your life without Joe by your side. How you missed his jokes, gentle touch, tender kisses, and bone-crushing yet loving hugs throughout the day.

Sometimes you could still hear his voice calling out so sweetly to you. The way your name rolled so right on his tongue. It really drove you wild. On other days, you would open your mouth to respond to him but the reality falls down on you like a pile of bricks. You would hurriedly shut your mouth and a deep frown etches itself on your face.

It’s been years since he left for the army without a word. The only thing he left for you was that letter. The now crumpled piece of paper containing Joe’s words was placed on top of the dresser, where it previously was. 

Even though you couldn’t read the words anymore, you cherished and hated it all at the same time. The day after you cried and sobbed your heart out, you decided to send him letters.

Letters saying how you felt, how life was without him, and letters pleading for him to come back to you. Each letter had bucketfuls of your love and care put into them.

You’d even go as far as to buy the now rare chocolate candies. You saved every penny just to buy a piece. Then you’d carefully wrap them in small squares of parchment paper and taping the ends to make a little make-shift present.

You’d carefully press the paper and tuck it carefully into the envelope, sealing it when you were done.Then your eyes would well up as you held it in your shaking, (S/C) hands. 

Tender kisses were pressed into every surface of the envelope before you’d send it away. You never really got anything back though.  Hours were spent looking outside your window or going out to check your mailbox.

There was nothing, but you never gave up.

So you kept sending him letters, assuring yourself that he’ll reply to at least one of them. You grew tired of waiting, but you were ever so hopeful, thinking that this would be the day he’d respond.

Or maybe the next, or the day after that. Perhaps maybe a week after that one. Wishful thinking never got you anywhere, but it sure helped you in your broken state. 

The clanging sound of the metal mailbox outside your home shutting grew redundant. But you still waited for something. Your cheerful smiles faded by the day and you were again reminded of how he just left you.

It even got to the point where even your neighbors started noticing and taking notice of your melancholy behavior. It has been weeks since you sent out your most recent letter and, once again, no response or word of your boyfriend.

You were completely left in the dark as to how he was doing. At this point, you didn’t even know if he was alive or not. You stopped sending him letters after the 12th or 13th one.  You knew it was a lost cause and you gave up on it.

There would be moments where rage and bitterness bubbled inside you, but that was washed away by feelings of sadness, regret, and guilt. Sometimes you would find yourself crying in the middle of the hallway, but you would have no recollection whatsoever of you tearing up.

The sobbing just found its way to you, no matter what you were doing. You would be fine and the next moment you would clutch your head while seated on the tiled, kitchen floor with your back against the wooden cupboards, the river slowly streaming again.

You thought you could live without him, that you would be better off anyway. You were wrong. Very wrong. How many times have you wailed his name loudly during the night?

How many times have you clutched the ruined letter against your palms and chest? Just how many? Frustration welled within every part of your being and it grew tiring. You hated it.

You hated everything in this situation.

Why couldn’t Joe just tell you ahead of time? Anything would’ve been better than this. You didn’t know how his mind worked when he wrote you that letter, when it said that this was the best way.

It was anything but.

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The deep pit of your stomach fell instantaneously when the name of your boyfriend fell from your neighbor’s lips. Your mind was blank, still trying to comprehend their words.

Sputters and incomplete sentences left your mouth as you questioned them for more details. You didn't know how you felt after one of your neighbors had told you the news of Joe being in a hospital.

How come they knew before you did?

Your fists clenched at your sides before they gripped the hem of your skirt, the loose fabric soon feeling uncomfortable in your (S/C) hands. It all felt like a fever dream and you just assumed that none of this was even happening. It couldn’t be.

Wide, (E/C) eyes stared into the distance, not really focusing on the words and presence of your neighbor. A loud voice called out of your name and your dazed eyes and head snapped to your neighbor, a worried expression plastered on their face.

Your feet were glued to the ground and you switched between looking at the ground and your neighbor’s face. The sounds of your heavy breathing were all you could hear. You could see the shadow of your neighbor inching closer towards your still body.

“(Y/N)... Are you alright, dear?”

“I- I’m… I’m fine. Just…” A stagnant pause rang throughout the air, and you were brought back by a steady hand resting on your shoulder.

“Surprised?” Your neighbor completed your thought for you, a questioning and worried tone lacing their voice.

“A little more than that.”

A dry chuckle left your lips as a feeble attempt to loosen the tense atmosphere.  Questions like the ones that appeared on the day he left arose, making an unwelcome cameo in your brain.

The feeling of shock rushed through like a bolt of literal lightning. Fire burned your nerves and you were you looked stupid with your mouth gaping so big.

You had no words except a thanks to your neighbor before rushing back to your house, quickly opening the door and locking it before slowly walking over to the nearest seat.

You fell onto the cushion immediately, leaning forward with your head in the clutches of your hands. You were very relieved. You finally got to know how he was doing. You finally got to know that he was actually alive and not another body resting on the open field.

What you were experiencing was indescribable. It was a mysterious amalgamation of intense and soft emotions, all rolled up into one. But Joe’s alive…That was all you were thankful for.

He’s alive and you were going to pay him a visit.

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So that’s where you found yourself…Standing in front of the pale white door that served as a temporary barrier between you and the man you still loved after all of these years. You fumbled with your skirt, bunching up the fabric in your hands and causing them to wrinkle.

A few good minutes were spent in the hallway as you mouthed the words you were going to say to him. Another couple of minutes were spent mentally preparing yourself. 

You rubbed your temples raw and rubbed your forearms at least 20 times in only just a few seconds.Your knuckles gently yet firmly tapped against the wood, the thumping sound of your skin hitting wood was brief and slightly muffled. 

Your breathing stopped and you definitely knew that your breath was caught in your throat. Seconds felt like forever in this situation and you slowly let your raised arm drop to your sides.  Your body was practically tense and stiff, almost resembling the door in front of you.

“Come in…”

As if time stopped itself, you found yourself staying still once again. Your palms flew to your lips to stop you from crying right then and there. You collected yourself before it all hit you. He sounded so broken… It wasn’t like him at all.

There were no signs of the man you once knew. It reminded you of yourself when you broke down after reading his little note. Who would've known that a tiny piece of paper could ruin your life…

Shaking fingers reached for the brass doorknob and you turned it slowly. Anticipation was everywhere and you opened the door to enter his room. Lo and behold, there he was.

Joe Toye.

You haven’t seen him for four and a half years. It’s been so long since you actually saw him in person. Your (E/C) eyes ran over his body. He still looked the same- Soft and dark locks of hair were the same.

His wide dark brown eyes held surprise and love in them drew you in. His skin was paler than you remember, plus the addition of a few scars and wounds. Your eyes zoomed back to his face, and he looked just as surprised as you. 

“(Y/N)...?”

“Who else would it be, Joe?”

“I don’t get it, why are you here…? All of the sudden and out of the blue…” 

But you could tell that as soon as he saw you, his tone of voice got quieter. More gentle. And more loving.

The soft sounds of your footsteps against the polished wooden floors were loud and replaced the silence that ensued. You sat, the mattress dipping from your weight.

Tears suddenly erupted from your eyes, the feeling already too familiar with you. Joe immediately sprang up to wrap his arms around you. As he sat up, you failed to notice the slight wince he let out. Words left his lips to console you.

“(Y/N)- Babe… It’s alright, i’m here now.”

Sobs wracked your whole body, and you would shake in his embrace.

“Why Joe? Why did you do that to me? It’s been years Joe… Years. Can you believe that.”

Joe ran his hands up and down the small of your back, offering you slight comfort as you wailed words into his neck.

“I- I just couldn’t let myself see your face if I told you… You have to understand that it’d be worse if I actually told you-”

“But it hurt more, Joe… It hurt so much more…” 

The soft rubbing on your back slowed and stopped after a few moments. Joe let your words sink slowly into him, the way you said it embedding itself into his mind, and his brain played it over and over again.

His brown eyes were close to tears, feeling too watery. Joe turns his head to look at your face. How he missed you so. If only he knew how much pain he caused you.

A comfortable silence covered the room, and you two remained in each other’s arms, an occasional sniffle or word would be heard. Joe’s fingers twirled locks of your hair, and regret pooled in his stomach as he imagined your tear-stricken face after reading the letter.

“I’m so sorry… I’m so fucking sorry (Y/N).”

He dove down to bury his face in the side of your neck, his tears leaving a cool feeling against your skin. It was your turn to comfort him, and you wrapped your arms around him tighter, trying to make him feel more secure.

“How could you ever forgive me… How could- How could you ever forgive me for this… For what I did to you..”

“Joe… I already have.”

His shut eyes opened and he pulled away from the tender embrace you both shared. His eyes locked onto yours and his lips parted in shock.

“Why…? After all this?”

“Because I love you, Joe… I love you so much…”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

Your eyes were still locked, and you could see how his eyes would quickly drift over to your lips. A soft smile blossomed on your face as you sniffled. Your smile fell as you remembered the nurse’s words.

“I heard about what happened, Joe… To your leg… I’m so sorry…”

“(Y/N), hey… I’m fine now remember. I’m alive.”

“But Joe-”

“And don’t apologize… It wasn’t your fault.”

You quieted down, and the comfortable silence took over once again. The sun was slowly setting as you could see from the windows. The mellow atmosphere calmed both you and Joe significantly.

Joe suddenly pulled you against his chest, and he hummed a song into your ear. The familiar tune of your favorite song greeted you, and your eyes lit up in response. Joe rubbed your upper arms slowly as you two swayed slowly to the tune.

You found yourself humming along slowly, your humming complimenting his. The end of the song came and you hummed the final note while looking into his eyes.

“(Y/N)?”

“Mm?”

“Do you still remember those promises I wrote to you?”

“Of course, how could I forget? What about them?”

“I intend on fulfilling at least one today…”

Joe’s eyes scanned and looked deeply into your eyes for approval. You consented with a slight nod of your head and that was all it took for him to kiss you. You have waited for so long, but his kiss made all  of it worth it. The two of you did anything to deepen the kiss just a bit more. It was passionate and so full of want. 

It completely encapsulated what both of you wanted ever since the war started. Fleeting touches exchanged during the kiss were replaced with intense ones. Your fists grabbing at his hair and him doing the same.

One of your hands reaches over to push him more against you and one of his grabs the collar of your blouse to pull you towards him.You were left breathless after the kiss, your hair was slightly disheveled and both of your faces flushed and feeling warm. 

Joe was gasping for air and he couldn’t get enough as your swollen lips were practically calling out to be kissed again. After a few moments of kissing and fond touches, you leaned your head on his broad shoulder, hand stroking his chest.

Your eyes drifted down to his blanket covered lower half and you stared at where his leg used to be. His eyes soften as he catches you looking. Joe’s mouth opens to ask you something but you beat him to it.

"So I guess we're not having that dance, huh?"

That was the first thing that came to your mind. 

There was undoubtedly a hint of sadness as you thought of what could have been. You were slightly disappointed and sad, but you couldn’t have been more glad to have Joe right here with you right now.

Melancholy thoughts were interrupted by Joe’s hearty chuckle. He pulls you into his lap, making you straddle him. Joe’s hands brush any stray hairs in the way of your face and his fingers gently brush a few locks of your (H/C) hair behind your ear.

A soft peck was placed on your lips, and a smile was brought back on your face, a flush also deciding to make an appearance. Joe’s warm eyes examine your features and he places his much bigger hands on your hips to keep you steady.

Another tender peck was felt, now on your cheek. Joe pulls away, his eyes cherishing the very sight of you. Joe flashes you bright, gleaming smile and it was accompanied by a few of his chuckles before he responded.

“Bullshit... Of course we're still having that dance."

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ahhhh im finally finished with one of my fics-

hope you enjoy this one loves 💕💕💕💕

btw loves, its like 1 am here and im woa-

btw sorry for any mistakes i was tired-

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Her Song (Loki x OFC) Part 8

A/N: No real warnings for this chapter, mentions of an explosion, but thats about it. And tada, I am actually posting according to my previous schedule. I am still deciding to keep the ‘I will update when I can’ scenario, but I had this chapter as ready as it could be so here it is.  

As always let me know if you wish to be tagged.

Tags: @whosaidididthat​

Loki gasped as the arms that circled him brought forth the scent of the ocean. He reached desperately for the life-line that had just been thrown into the raging storm he had been trapped in. He held onto Iloa for dear life, embracing the electricity and warmth that flowed from her. He shivered, taking a full breath for the first time in days. “I’ve been so lost,” he admitted, emotion searing his throat, unshed tears burning his eyes.

She smiled into the crook of his neck, “If you are lost, I will find you.”

Loki drew in a sharp breath at her words. He believed her, and he needed her to know. But what left his lips was an admission that not even he was prepared for, “I love you, Iloa,” he said in an intimate whisper, that only she could hear. And though unexpected, he knew it was true.

Iloa hiccuped as she fought to keep herself from shedding even more tears. She had cried too much in the past few days. “Say it again,” she begged, squeezing her arms tighter around his neck.

He returned the embrace with just as much fervor, needing to feel her against him, like he needed air in his lungs. He dropped his legs so that she fit more tightly against his chest. She accommodated the action by shifting forward to sit in his lap. Then he gave her the answer he knew she needed, “Iloa.”

She sighed happily in his arms. He seemed to understand her without needing explanation. She didn't need to hear his declaration of love, she could feel that in their undeniable connection. Her name on his lips was a radiant sound that she would never tire of hearing. 

Natasha quietly cleared her throat, “I think I should go.” She stood and made her way to the door. Slipping past the pair, she felt a hand wrap lightly around her ankle. Hand on the door she glanced down.

“Thank you,” Loki whispered, the ghost of a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

Natasha returned his small smile. She really didn't like Loki, but with Iloa wrapped around him and tears in his eyes, she couldn't hate him. “I haven’t done anything, Loki,” she admitted, “But I will if you hurt her again.” 

The promise behind that threat made Loki shiver, “I understand,” he conceded. And watched Natasha nod once and leave, closing the door behind her.

He turned his head back to the girl in his arms, “I know you don't want to hear this, but you can not begin to fathom how terrible I feel for the way I have behaved towards you.” He shook his head as she sat up to look at him. “I am so sorry, Iloa. There is no excuse,” his voice cracked around her name. Reaching up he tentatively placed a hand on her cheek, “I. . .” he tried to continue. But he couldn't speak past the lump forming in his throat as she nuzzled her cheek more firmly into his hand and closed her eyes.

“The fault isn’t entirely yours, Loki,” she sighed, opening her eyes. “I wasn’t exactly forthcoming with who or what I am.”

He shook his head at her, “But you were,” he urged, furrowing his brow. “You tried. So many times. And I let my mind control me. I let my past keep you at a distance. I earned no answers, no explanation.” 

She looked deep into his emerald eyes, “You just put up walls so high that only the crazy would climb them to be with you.” Her brow furrowed in her seriousness. 

Loki nodded his agreement, his head tilting slowly up and down. “I know this, I can understand why no one would want to be with me,” his eyes shifted to the floor, looking forlorn and lost. 

Iloa would have none of that. She grasped his face in her hands, slowly drawing his eyes back to hers. She traced those sharp cheekbones with her thumbs, her eyes watching the hard lines that formed between his furrowing brow. “Loki,” she breathed, catching his stare again. Searching for something there, but she wasn’t quite sure what it was. She took a deep breath, finding her resolve she answered, “Here I am.”

He inhaled a sharp shaking breath, trembling slightly, “And I pushed you away.” His voice broke and cracked with emotions unshared.

“Stop, Loki,” Iloa begged leaning closer to his face in her urgency, “This line of conversation will get us nowhere. We will only be going in circles yet again.”

He grinned slightly at her words and closeness, “You are right, of course.” They had time. They could converse on this conversation at a later time, it didn’t have to be now. The thought made his heart swell, a comforting ache in his chest. Sliding his hand around to the back of her neck he added, “There is only one more thing I need say.” Then he drew her forward, brushing his lips lightly across her own. 

Iloa let a low moan escape her throat at the contact, her hands sliding into the damp raven locks on his head. Everything about him was proud, hard, and sharp, but not his lips. They were startlingly soft and gentle against her own.

The sound encouraged Loki, passionately locking his lips with hers. The ache in his heart curling down to settle low in his stomach. Iloa smiled and Loki took advantage of the parting of her lips. His tongue darting out and running languidly across her bottom lip. Iloa gasped and his tongue dove greedily past her teeth. 

Rampantly exploring her mouth, he stole her very breath as she became liquid in his arms. She tasted of honey, so sweet. A low rumble vibrated his chest at the delicious sensation and taste. 

Melting into the kiss, she put up no resistance exploring his tongue with her own. Feeling a flame starting to turn into an inferno burning low in her belly. So wrapped up in their bliss were they, that the world outside each others mouths and hands did not exist to them.

Until they were nearly ripped apart and falling.

Being 85 stories above ground, Iloa’s first thought was that even being an Asgardian she was going to die. They were both going to die. So claiming was this thought, that her mind could not grasp any rational ideas of how to escape her own death. Suddenly breathing rapidly, she feared she would hyperventilate.

Loki’s first thought was that he couldn’t lose the girl in his arms. 

Not again. 

He tightened his hold around her desperately clinging to the girl as the world blew apart around them. At least it felt like the world was exploding. His ears rang and his vision blurred, he blinked frantically trying to clear his eyes. Smoke singed his nostrils making it hard to breathe. His body ached from the blast wave, but all he could concentrate on was protecting the girl that meant so much to him now. She had broken down so many walls in an instant and stubborn as he was, he just had to find some way to save her.

Iloa, with her face buried in Loki’s chest, suffered only from ringing ears, her arms and legs stinging in places. But she didn’t think she had been severely injured. She pulled her face away, trying to clear her mind and calm her breathing. Her eyes darting around their surroundings frantically, all she could see was smoke and the rubble from what used to be her rooms. Giant pieces of concrete, rebar, glass shards, and miscellaneous debris surrounded them. The ground below them rapidly approaching their falling forms.

The idea hit her as a large jagged piece of concrete came dangerously close to striking the pair. She opened her mouth to sing it away from them and is it moved, she was struck by how irritatingly slow her brain was working. Blaming it on shock, she concentrated on maneuvering the piece through the debris.

Quickly changing her tune, she sang the slab beneath their feet instead. When they were crouched atop it, she sang them to the nearest rooftop. She could feel her energy flagging, her concentration failing, as they neared the roof’s pitch. 

She tried to set them down carefully, as her head began to spin. But the slab hit the roof with a jolting impact despite her efforts. Loki’s stance and his arms still wrapped protectively around her were the only thing that kept them from landing face first on the pitch. Black spots formed in her vision, slowly pulling her into oblivion.

“Iloa!” Loki shouted as the girl in his arms passed out. He coughed uncontrollably, his throat burning at the force behind her name. His entire body ached from the fit. Pain radiated from his chest and back coursing out through his limbs, making him glad he was already crouching on the slab. He had no idea how badly he had been injured but looking down at Iloa’s still features he didn’t care to check.

The fit finally calming, he reached up running his fingers across Iloa’s neck, her pulse beat strong there. He breathed in, an unsteady breath of relief. Cradling her in his arms, he ran his thumb lightly back and forth across her dust covered cheek. “You did well my love,” he breathed, dropping his forehead to hers. “Rest now, you deserve it.” He would have attempted to heal her, but he had neither the concentration nor the energy and strength needed to summon his seiðr. Instead, he decided to focus on getting them off the roof first.

Lifting her body, he stood on unsteady legs gritting his teeth against his own pain and walked with her to the edge of the rooftop. Looking out over the wreckage, he estimated that only between 75 and 80 floors where left of the tower. He found himself wondering if anyone else had survived, which seemed out of character even to himself. Even stranger was the thought of how he could get back to them. Though he was almost certain, Iloa was simply exhausted from the amount of energy she had used to get them to safety, he knew she would still need medical attention. Cuts and burns marked her exposed legs and arms. And if the excruciating pain in his back that was causing his muscles to tremble was any indication, he probably needed medical attention as well.

Even though it hurt like hell to continue standing and holding Iloa, he refused to allow himself to put her down and rest. He was all she had right now and if he could be nothing else, he would be her shelter. Pushing the ache in his body to the back of his mind, his eyes scanned the tower and nearby surroundings for any indication that they weren’t the only ones from the tower that had survived.

One of his thoughts about survivors was answered fairly quickly. A flash of red and gold metal, caught his eye and he stumbled as quickly as he could toward the movement. 

“Stark,” he yelled. His voice was raspy, his throat still raw from smoke inhalation. He dissolved into a coughing fit, dropping to his knees, but still he refused to release the sleeping girl. 

Red and gold boots slowly landed in front of him, causing Loki to slowly look up to the now exposed face of Tony Stark. The man knelt in front of the pair, his worried eyes dancing frantically across the still form clasped protectively in Loki’s arms. “Teeny,” he breathed, before lifting his eyes slowly up to the other man and asking, “Is she . . .?” His voice broke around the pronoun and he couldn’t finish the question.

Loki read the emotion in the unfinished question, shaking his head so fast he felt dizzy, “No, Stark. She just passed out.” Stark released a deep relieved sigh. 

Looking down at the girl in his arms, Loki settled her legs against his own. Raising his now free hand, he brushed a few stray stands of her dirtied red locks away from her face. His hand coming to rest lightly against her cheek, he added in a reverent whisper, “She saved us.” He cleared his throat, raw with emotion as well now. “It took a lot of energy. My guess is she couldn’t stay conscious after the adrenaline ran out. But she is fine Stark. She is alive,” he clarified. 

“Thank you,” Stark said, his voice cracked and unshed tears threatened to spill from his watery eyes.

Loki furrowed his brow at the other, “She saved herself, I did nothing,” he was confused and more than just a little uncomfortable by the show of graciousness.

“Loki, I don’t know how you are still conscious. But you are and you are protecting Iloa. It’s no secret that I view her as more of a daughter than just a friend. So except my thanks and shut up.”

Loki was shocked, first that Stark had actually used his name. He couldn’t remember a time that the man had used his name instead of one of his ridiculous nicknames. And he had used Iloa’s name as well, though her nicknames were much more affectionate terms than Loki’s, it was still out of character. Apparently that was the running theme for the day.

Loki understood the seriousness behind the others words, nodding his head but having no words of his own to offer. 

Stark took over in that department, “Right. Now that that is out of the way, we need to get you both back to the tower,” he reached to take Iloa out of Loki’s grasp, just as Thor landed next to the huddled group.

Loki immediately sat back away from Stark, almost colliding with his brothers legs. His arms encircled the unconscious girl tighter, a low rumble escaping his throat that could only be described as a threatening growl. 

Stark lifted his hands in front of himself in surrender, “Whoa, I was just trying to help. You are in no condition to take her all the way back to the tower from here.” 

Loki’s brow knit together, becoming one hard line across his forehead, “Why do you keep speaking of my state? What do you mean? I am fine!” He growled at Stark again, when the other reached for Iloa again. “Don’t take her,” he meant it to be intimidating, but it came out sounding more like a pleading, begging whimper.

A large familiar hand gently settled on Loki’s shoulder, fingers dangingly carefully over the front. Loki looked up into his brothers eyes, “Loki, the man of iron is correct.” When Loki just continued to look at him with a look of bewilderment, Thor dropped his thumb onto the back of Loki’s shoulder and pressed into his skin.

Loki bit into his bottom lip nearly drawing blood to keep from crying out in pain. The action didn’t stop the excruciating groan that ripped its way up his raw throat. He had been so focused on Iloa, he had not assessed himself properly. He had known he was injured, but the extent and the pain had been dampened by his worry for her. Now that attention had been drawn directly to it, waves of nauseating pain washed over him. He lent to the side finally releasing Iloa to someone else’s hold, as he achingly wretched on the pitch. 

When the nausea finally subsided, he was so tired he almost toppled over into his own sick. Caught only by the large arms of his brothers gentle touch, Loki fought to stay conscious. Thor gathered him gently from the ground, Loki groaned loudly gritting his teeth against the contact with his back, which he now realized was bare. That was not a good sign.

Turning his head away from Thor’s chest, he spotted Iloa resting peacefully in Stark’s arms. He weakly reached a trembling arm out for her, but Thor turned them away. “She is safe brother. You have done well. Your Disir will be by your side again in no time.” And Loki’s world quickly faded to black.

#loki fanfic #loki x ofc #tom hiddleston loki

[marwritesgood]

Dress | R. Mantle

Pairing ; Reggie x Reader

Timeframe ; t.b.d

Summary ; In which there is a Christmas dance, which Y/n uses as an opportunity to finally tell Reggie how she felt. If only he realised.

A/N ; Day 15 of 31 Days of Christmas

Lol, I just realized that I haven’t done anything Christmasy yet, so here ya go

Also, things get a bit heated in the end, but it’s all PG-13

Okay, maybe a little R-16.

“That dress is gorgeous, Y/n.”

I stood in front of the full length mirror in Veronica’s bedroom, where her and Betty sat in front of the dresser, applying make up to their faces. Riverdale held a Christmas dance in the town hall, every year, on the night of Christmas eve. It wasn’t an extremely significant event, but all of the students from Riverdale High go to it every year, so, to us teenagers, it was a pretty big deal.

“Thanks, V,” I smiled, before taking a seat on the edge of her bed, so that I could put my shoes on. “The goal is to wear something so hot, Reggie will get so turned on, he’ll just make a move before I do, because I am so sick of waiting.”

“Aren’t we all,” Betty mutters, as she applied red lipstick to her pink lips, before noticing the confused look I had on face and turning around. “What? You two have had the hots for each other since middle school, Y/n. I’ve been waiting forever for you two to finally start dating, and I’m sure the rest of Riverdale has been as well.”

“Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration.”

“Is it, though?” She questions, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes at me. “Look, all I’m saying is that if you two don’t end up sucking each others’ faces by the end of the night, I will physically throw you in his direction, or lock the two of you in a janitor’s closet until I hear that gorgeous dress being ripped into shreds.”

My cheeks begin to burn and I do my best to hide the smile that threatened the corners of my lips, however when Betty turned to Veronica and gave her a huge smirk, I knew I had done a terrible job at it.

Once we had finished getting ready, Veronica had her personal chauffeur escort us to the town hall, which was already packed with eager teenagers and over protective parents who wanted to watch over the children like hawks. It was no surprise that when we finally entered the building, Alice Cooper was the first to greet us, because she, much like the rest of the adults in the building, wanted to keep a close eye on her child.

“Good evening, girls,” she said, in a cheerful manner, which we all knew was anything but sincere. “It’s nice to see you three arriving here together. Y/n, I must say, that is a beautiful dress you have on there.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” I chirped, as the memory of why I bought the dress reclaimed my train of though. I turned towards Betty and Veronica, and I gave them a nervous smile, to which they responded by offering me an encouraging pair of thumbs up. “Mrs Cooper, as much as I would love to spend the night talking with you, I have someone I need to find.”

With that, I gave her the sweetest smile I could muster, before strutting into the hall with the most determined look on my face. I scanned the disco ball-lit room and searched through the clusters of teenagers who were definitely not drinking water from their red solo cups, and once my eyes finally fell upon the ever-infamous Reggie Mantle, I made my way towards him as fast as I could.

He was having a brief conversation with Archie, and chuckled back lightly at a comment he made. However, once Archie saw me walking in their direction, he took his cue and he excused himself, giving me the opportunity to sweep in and capture Reggie’s full undivided attention. With the amount of girls who fawned over him, and the amount of guys who were friends with him, that was nothing short of a rare commodity.

“Oh, hey, Y/n,” he said, as he greeted me with one of his signature smiles.My smile grew wider, as he scanned the dress I wore with a look of astonishment. “Wow... you look... woah.”

“Oh, this old thing?” I questioned, with a confident smile on my face, which fell, almost instantly, as I realized just how corny that line was. I quickly composed myself again, however, when I noticed that his smile never faltered. Not even for a second. “Thanks, Reggie.”

We ended up standing together, on the same spot, for a while. He asked me how I was doing, I asked him the same thing. It was all just small talk, which slowly progressed into something of an actual interesting conversation. However, once Betty and Veronica saw the two of us doing nothing but standing and talking, they stood behind Reggie and began making unsubtle gestures to get me to make a move.

“Wow, I really love this song,” I told Reggie, despite the fact that had absolutely no idea what song was playing. It was Veronica who told me that this line might be a good way to prompt him to ask me if I wanted to dance, and at this point, I was desperate to do anything but just stand with him and talk.

“Oh yeah?” He asks, the smile on his face growing wider when I responded with a nod. “Well, you should probably find someone to dance with then.”

“Oh,” I muttered, trying not to make my frown too obvious, because I was not ready to give up on him just yet. “Nah, it’s okay. I’d rather just hang out with you over here.”

“...Cool.”

I swear, there were rare days where I just wanted to slap Reggie so that he could finally take a hint. This was one of those days. Here I was trying to hand him the opportunity to make his move on a silver platter, but he just kept friend-zoning me every damn time.

I took stood beside him awkwardly, as we remained silent for, what felt like, an eternity, until Josie approached the two of us and tapped Reggie on the shoulder, before asking him if he wanted to dance with her.

“Uhh,” he began stammering, all of a sudden, and turned his head to face mine, with his eyebrows raised. “Y/n, do you mind if I leave and dance with Josie?”

“I don’t know,” I droned, trying my very best to make it extremely clear just how agitated I was at his constant oblivion. “Why on earth would I have an issue with that?”

“Okay, cool. So, I’ll see you around.”

He didn’t wait for me to say anything else in response, because by the time I opened my mouth to speak, he had already grabbed Josie by the wrist and made his way onto the dance floor. I threw my hands up in the air out of frustration, before storming off into the staircase that lead up to the Mayor McCoy’s office.

I sat there on my own, trying not to cry too much, because Betty had convinced me to put on mascara, but I couldn’t help how upset I felt. When I first began liking Reggie in a more than friends type of way, I had to convince myself the my feelings where unrequited, out of defense mechanism. However, once he and I became better friends in High School, I was told by just about everyone that he felt the same way. And, I suppose, somewhere along the lines, I let myself believe it.

Now look what happened.

I ended up sitting on a staircase, alone and upset, in a stupid dress that I splurged on, just because I thought that this would finally be the night it happened. That we would finally happen.

“Y/n... are you crying?”

I pulled my hands away from my face, before looking up, only to see Reggie standing over me, with a concern-flooded expression. I rolled my eyes at him, and wiped my remaining tears away from my cheeks.

“God, Reggie, what the hell are you doing here?” I asked him angrily, before crossing my arms and furrowing my brows. “Don’t you have a certain Josie McCoy to be dancing with?”

“You just ran off, Y/n.”

“Yeah, well you walked away first. What the hell else was I supposed to do?”

Before he could speak, I turned around and began running up the staircase, and headed straight towards Mayor McCoy’s empty office. I was expecting for him to just stand at the bottom of the stairwell, and then, after a while, return to the dance, but, much to my surprise, he instead followed me into her office and closed the door behind him.

“Y/n, what’s going on with you?” He began to take slow steps towards me, where I stood in front of McCoy’s desk, with my face in my hands. He slowly pulls my hands away from my face, before looking intently into my eyes. “Why do I get the feeling that there’s something you’re not telling me?”

“God, Reggie, why don’t you just go back to dancing with Josie?”

“How does she have anything to do with this?”

“Because, you idiot,” I yelled, not giving a fuck whether or not he took offense to that, because, by then, I was way too annoyed at him to care. “I went against every feminist bone in my body, and I bought this stupid dress because I wanted you to finally see me as something more than just your friend. All night, I have been trying to get you to make a move, but instead you go and dance with another girl? What the hell, Reggie?”

“You could have just told me?!”

“Well maybe if you weren’t such an idiot, I wouldn’t have to tell you.”

“Oh, so I’m an idiot, now?”

Before I can do anything to protest, he places his hand over mine which I had gripped onto the edge of the mayor’s desk, and he moves his face closer and closer to mine, so that they were eventually millimetres away from touching.

“Yeah... and a coward.”

“Oh, really,” he says, with a laugh just underneath his breath. “Would a coward do this?”

Without waiting another second, he bring his hand up my face and caresses my cheek, before pulling me in for a long and heated kiss, that made my knees almost dissolve. As he pulled away, I couldn’t keep myself from smiling brightly at him for finally doing the one thing I had been waiting year for him to do.

“Look, Y/n, I’m really sorry about tonight,” he whispered, as his thumb continued to rub circles on my cheeks. “I just... I never realized I stood a chance with you. I always though that you were the one friend-zoning me. But now that I realize I do stand a chance, well... God, I just take that dress off of you.”

“Okay, okay,” I said, as I pulled him away, before he could leave a trail of love bites along my collarbone, which I would have a very difficult time explaining to my parents the next Christmas morning. “Even though that was the whole reason I bought this dress, I don’t think Mayor McCoy’s office is the ideal place for that.”

I took his hand, I began walking towards the door, with him reluctantly following me. As we finally got up to the door, I placed my hand on the knob to twist it open, however, much to my dismay but Reggie’s pleasure, the door didn’t budge. I instantly knew who was responsible for locking the door:

Betty and Veronica.

“Hey, look,” Reggie exclaimed, as he pointed to the top of the door frame where a bundle of mistletoe hung down from it. He, then, turns back to me with the widest smirk I had ever seen him pull, in all the years I had known him.

“It seems like a sign, if you ask me.”

#reggie mantle #reggie mantle imagine #reggie mantle imagines #reggie mantle fanfics #reggie mantle fanfictions #riverdale #riverdale imagines #riverdale one shots #riverdale series #riverdale imagine #the cw #the cw riverdale #christmas imagines

[ellie-bee242]

My Heart Bleeds For You-Part 11

Howdy y’all! Last chapter, next one is the epilogue!

IT’S THE LAST CHAPTER, ALL THE DRAMA IS GETTING RESOLVED AND WHEN I TOLD THIS TO MY GUY FRIENDS JORDAN AND HARRISON THEIR RESPONSE WAS FUCKING MURDER

GUYS WHY?!

SO THIS CHAPTER HAS A SEX SCENE VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12(epilogue)

Chapter 11: Tonight

Song rec: Tonight (Best You’ve Ever Had) by John Legend and Ludacris

Tagged: @iknowisoundcrazy, @confidentrose, @iloveteenwolf24, @amethystmerm4id

Word count: 3,042 words.

Warnings: Swearing (duh), MAKEUP SEEEEXXXXXX (lmao), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yo), CONSENT CONSENT CONSENT ALWAYS GOTTA HAVE IT! (also be warned that the gif below the cut it like very large)

Mitch stepped into the apartment and turned on the light with a sigh, closing and locking the door back up behind him, He went to set his keys on the kitchen counter but froze when his foot connected with something on the floor. He looked down and his heart skipped a beat when he saw a very familiar set of key and purse at his feet.

He picked them up and looked at a couple of the color coded keys on the ring. Those were definitely (Y/N)’s. He looked around but she wasn’t in the main living space or kitchen so he walked quickly down to his bedroom.

He threw open the door and found her, curled up in a tight little ball in the middle of his bed, clutching his pillow in her arms and wearing her pajama shorts and tank top.

When the door hit the wall she stirred and groaned softly as she shifted and stretched out a little more on the bed. She brought a hand up and rubbed at her eyes.

“(Y/N)?” Mitch’s voice startled her and her head whirled around in his direction.

“Mitch.” She breathed.

“You’re here.” “You came back.” They said at the same time.

“I forgot something...” He explained, still in shock that she was actually there talking to him.

“I listened to your voicemails.” She mumbled. He nodded and took a step towards her. She got up on her knees and moved across the bed towards him. “Do you really love me? You weren’t lying?” She asked.

“I wasn’t, I swear to god, I wasn’t lying. I love you so much, (Y/N).” He murmured as he took another step forward. She knelt on the edge of the bed.

“I love you, too.” She returned, turning her head up when he came to stand before her. He swallowed hard and his hands twitched at his side, desperate to touch her, but he didn’t want to risk upsetting her.

“You do?” He asked quietly. She nodded and reached out, putting her hand on his wrist.

And that was it, that was all it took for his tenuous control to snap like a twig. His hands reached up, one went to cup her cheek and the other went behind her neck to pull her mouth up against his. She whined and her hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt to keep him there when he tried to pull back to see if he’d hurt her.

“Mitch...” She whimpered against his lips and he hushed her quickly.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much, sweetheart.” He muttered raggedly as his mouth moved across her jaw. She whimpered and tipped her head back so he had more room when his lips made their way to her neck. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I’m sorry.” He repeated.

She pushed him back to where she could look at him and he looked scared that she was about to tell him off. She was quick to change that expression.

“Talk it out later, right now you just need to kiss me, and keep kissing me.” She demanded. He blinked and then grinned.

“Yes ma’am.” He agreed before crashing his mouth down on hers again. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. She shivered when she felt his hands on her hips, moving up under her thin tank top and pushing it up in the process. His hands reached her chest and he pulled away to raise an eyebrow at her. “No bra?” He teased.

“Kiss.” She insisted, pulling his head back down to hers. He chuckled against her lips and she smiled as she kissed him back. He pushed her back a bit and laid her out on the bed underneath him while his lips resumed their previous place on her neck, heading down.

(Y/N) was content to let him wander to a point but when his hands went to pull off her shorts she pulled his face back up to hers.

“I wanted-”

“Not tonight.” She mumbled, pressing her lips to his to silence his complaint. “I want you inside me.” She requested.

“Condom?” He asked.

“You don’t have one?” She replied, sitting up, which forced him to stand up before her.

“We used the last one I had the day before the gala and I obviously didn’t see the point in getting more when you weren’t talking to me.” He frowned. “You don’t have one in your purse?” He asked.

“I was in a rush.” She shrugged, biting her lip as she watched him rake his hands through his hair.

“So.... That talk then.” He turned and walked to the other side of the room, mainly so he wouldn’t have to look at how tempting she was unconsciously being on his bed. She got up and straightened her clothes, clearing her throat and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Yeah.... Talk.” She muttered. They turned back to each other and stared for a moment. She chewed on her lower lip, her eyebrows raising questioningly. Mitch blew out a breath and gave a small shake of his head.

“Fuck it.” He muttered exactly what she’d been thinking and they practically launched themselves at each other. She jumped up onto his hips as he wrapped his arms around her and their lips connected once more. They fell onto the bed and pulled frantically at each other’s clothes, needing the contact of skin against skin.

As the last garments fell to the floor their pace slowed. Frantic grabbing smoothed out to sensual skimming of his palms on her sides, painting the feeling of his touch up her body and making her breathe out his name in a plea for more. He gave it to her easily, his fingers pressing into the supple flesh at her hips as his lips pressed small kisses and whispered sweet nothings into the soft skin just above her heart. She arced her back against him in need, and her nails dug little crescents into his shoulder blades.

“(Y/N) are you sure?” He asked, needing to be one hundred percent certain she was okay with this. She looked at him for a moment and nodded.

“Yes, I’m sure. Please.” She requested, bringing him down for a soft kiss. She gasped as he pressed inside and swallowed his groan as her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“I love you.” She murmured when their hips were flush.

“I love you, too.” He promised as his forehead dropped to her shoulder.

“You can move.” She assured him.

“It’s a little intense.” He muttered and she hummed in understanding. He lifted his head and kissed her while he adjusted to the feeling of being inside her without any barriers.

When the feeling was a little less mind numbing he pulled his hips back and rolled them up against hers again. They both moaned at the intensity, and he felt her nails digging into his back when he went just a little harder on the next thrust.

He built up a rhythm of slow hard thrusts, and she moaned each time he slid into her. His lips and hands moved along her body, wanting to heighten her pleasure because he wasn’t sure he would last very long. The feeling of being inside her with nothing between them was pushing him towards oblivion far too quick.

His fingers came down over her clit and she whined as she scratched red lines into his back.

“Fuck... I love you, Vix.” He murmured against her jaw. She whimpered at his voice, and he kept talking. “You feel so good wrapped around me, sweetheart. So damn good.” He breathed as his thumb worked circles into her clit.

“Mitch I-I’m close...” She gasped.

“I can feel it, Vix. I can feel you squeezing me. Come for me, sweetheart.” He requested, pressing his thumb against her harder and thrusting into her faster. She arced up and cried out his name, her fingers clawed and scratched love lines down the length of his back and the feeling of it shoved him right up to the edge.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He groaned. “I’m gonna come.” He warned, grabbing her leg to pull out if she wanted.

“Then come. I want it, Mitch.” She moaned, pulling him down and kissing him hard. He cursed and groaned out her name as he reached his release, pressing his hips up against hers as he spilled inside of her.

She held him as he rode out the high and peppered kisses along his skin when his forehead dropped to rest against her shoulder as he came down.

They were content to stay that way for a bit before eventually (Y/N) spoke up.

“I probably need to clean up, and you do too.” She murmured.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from her and watched her get up and go to the bathroom.

“Are you going to shower with me or not?” She called from inside. He got up quickly and followed her inside as she started up the water. He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her back up against his chest, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He murmured.

“I love you, too, Mitch.” She smiled. They were quiet for a second.

“You let me come inside you.” He stated.

“Yes I did.” She agreed, wondering why he was bringing it up so bluntly.

“You’re not on the pill.” He pointed out.

“No I’m not. It’s okay, I’ll go get the morning after pill tomorrow, but....” She thought for a second. “I’m pretty sure it’s a safe day.” She added. “I wanted to feel you come apart completely.”

“I definitely did.” He muttered and she giggled as she stepped into the shower and pulled him inside with her.

“I know.” She grinned. He kissed her.

“I love you.”

“I know. I love you, too.”

(Y/N) woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs and hummed as she stretched out on the bed. She pulled the blanket up and wrapped it around her torso as she climbed off the mattress and walked into the kitchen.

Mitch was standing in front of the stove in the clothes he’d worn the day before, cooking breakfast when he felt (Y/N)’s arms slide around his waist.

“Good morning.” She greeted, her voice still holding that dreamy quality from sleep.

“Morning.” He lifted his arm to wrap it around her and pressed a kiss to her head. “Sleep well?” She hummed in response and pressed a kiss to his chest over his shirt.

“Like a rock.” She smiled.

“Good. Breakfast is almost ready. Then we can talk.” He offered. She nodded and grabbed two glasses of apple juice from the fridge before she went to sit down at the breakfast bar.

Within two minutes he was pulling down plates and and scooping some scrambled eggs and bacon onto each. He handed one to (Y/N) along with a fork and a bottle of maple syrup before taking his plate and sitting down next to her.

He shook his head as he watched her pour some syrup onto one side of her plate and rip her bacon into small pieces so she could dip it in and eat it.

“What?” She demanded, grinning from ear to ear.

“That just looks so.... Gross.” He chuckled, wrinkling his nose up.

“It’s actually really good I promise. The mix of sweet and savory. You should try it.” She urged, dipping another piece into the sticky substance before offering it to him. He pulled his head back when she tried to bring it to his mouth.

“I’m good.” He promised with a laugh. She shrugged.

“You’re loss.” She sang before popping the bit into her mouth and chewing happily. He took her hand in his and wove their fingers together as they ate in relative silence for a while.

When they were mostly finished, she finally turned to him and gave his hand a squeeze.

“So.... Do you wanna start this talk or should I?” She asked.

“Well.... You said you listened to the voicemails.” He started.

“I did.” She nodded.

“Even the last one?” He cringed when she nodded. They were quiet for a minute.

“What was her name?” She asked softly.

“Katrina.” He replied. He didn’t say anything else for a moment but she waited patiently, her thumb rubbing soothingly against his. “We were on vacation, and I asked her to marry me. She said yes, and I went to go get us drinks to celebrate when the beach we were on got attacked.” (Y/N) got out of her seat and wrapped her arms around him tightly, as if she could protect him from further pain that way. “I went to a really dark place for a while. I don’t want to scare you with specifics. But basically, I learned how to track terrorist groups and started taking them down.”

“By yourself?” She asked, shocked. He nodded.

“For a bit, yeah. Then a government group found me, and brought me in to train me. And I became an actual assassin.” He explained.

“And your uncle, isn’t really your uncle.” She guessed.

“No.”

“He’s not going through a divorce.”

“Nope. He was pissed that I wasn’t getting close to you fast enough.” He muttered.

“We were already dating how much closer could you-.....” She stopped and Mitch cringed. “Okay then. I think I want to punch your non-uncle in the face.” She decided.

“What? Why?”

“He made you pimp yourself out to me, that’s really not okay. You know my rule about consent.” She huffed.

“I do. And it’s not like I didn’t want to have sex with you.” He explained. “I just really wanted to avoid using you like that.” He clarified. “Believe me, I wanted to have sex.”

“So all those times you made excuses about wanting to go slow.....”

“I was lying my fucking ass off.” He said seriously and she laughed. “God, (Y/N), you’d been driving me up a goddamn wall! Kissing and touching and grinding, fuck, why do you think I call you Vixen?” He pointed out. She flushed happily and grinned. But the smile faded into a confused frown.

“So you initially slept with me to get close to my dad...” She said after a moment. “How...... How does that work?” She laughed.

“We knew he’d been keeping an eye on you, and we figured that if someone.... Got close enough to you, he’d want to meet them.” He hedged.

“And..... Why was my father a target?” She asked. These were the questions he’d been dreading but he wasn’t going to hesitate in answering them. She deserved the truth.

“The simple version is this: He made deals with quite a few terrorist cells and organized terrorist attacks across the globe. He made contracts to buy weapons under the guise that he was a buyer for a private security team, when he really just sold them at a mark up to terrorist groups.” He explained.

“So that’s how he was so rich. And how he could hire people to track down and kill someone.” She mumbled. Mitch nodded. “And you were going to kill him at the gala?” She asked.

“Yes.” He nodded.

“So while I thought I was saving your life...... In reality you could have easily handled it.” She frowned. He stared at her.

“I could have handled it myself but-”

“Mitch.” She warned. “Please don’t start lying now.”

“Yes I could have done it myself.” He said quietly, unable to meet her eyes anymore.

“Why’d you let him hurt you?” She asked.

“What?” He frowned.

“You let him beat you up. You could have killed him, easy. Why’d you let my father beat the crap out of you?” She wondered. He thought for a minute and looked back up at her.

“I deserved it. I was about to make your life implode. I was going to kill your father, and have to leave you high and dry. I..... I deserved a little pain too.” He said honestly. “And then you came in, and it all unraveled so quick... I’m so sorry about what you thought-”

“Stop.” His jaw snapped shut and he stared at her. She sighed and combed her fingers through his hair. “It happened, and it can’t be changed. And now.... We just have to learn to live with the consequences of the choices we’ve made. Preferably together.” She decided.

“Together is definitely preferred.” He agreed. She smiled and kissed him quickly.

“Good.”

“You forgive me?” He asked.

“I’m willing to work on it.” She nodded.

“I’ll take it.” He said quickly. “Whatever I can get.”

“You get me.” She shrugged. “It’s all I can offer.”

“It’s all I need.” He promised.

“So you’re actually staying then?” Hurley asked that night.

“Yeah. I can only have one or the other, and she’s more important to me.” Mitch said quietly, looking over to the bed where (Y/N) was sleeping soundly. He grinned at how, in his absence, she’d spread herself out into his space to search for him. Hurley’s sigh brought his attention back to the conversation.

“I’ll come by within the week to collect your weapons and the laptop, and we’ll update your resume to say you worked in the State Department or something so you can rejoin the civilian life.” He decided.

“Alright, thanks. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” Mitch said sincerely.

“Hey kid.” Stan stopped him before he could hang up.

“Yes?”

“I’m happy for you, ya know? I’m.... Proud of you...” He said awkwardly. Mitch grinned, he could almost picture the other man shifting uncomfortably.

“Thanks, Hurley.”

“Yeah. Now treat her right, or she’ll kick your ass.” He said gruffly and the younger man chuckled.

“I have no doubt she will.” He agreed. “And I promise I’ll do my best.” He assured him.

“Alright. I expect to be invited to the wedding since I pushed you together. Bye, kid.” Stan demanded seriously.

“Goodbye.” Mitch hung up with a grin and a shake of his head and turned back around to look at (Y/N). “Invited to the wedding...” He muttered to himself, tilting his head a bit. It didn’t sound half bad to him.

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