#I've lost my grip on reality in case you all were wondering

[ashton-slashton]

To all my comrades who will have to work a retail shift tomorrow, I salute you. God help us all.

[novelizt]

THE COMPLICATIONS OF A FAKE ENGAGEMENT ☁︎ ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

⚜ PART TWO

GENRE ➺ fluff + hoax engagement

SYNOPSIS ➺ you shouldn't be that beautiful in a bridal gown for a wedding that's fictitious to begin with

WARNING ➺ fem reader

DISCLAIMER ➺ I haven't read the books so the characterization/alignment in the books may not line up and it's been a while since i've written anything. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

NOTES ➺ inspired by the try-on wedding gown scene in “extraordinary attorney woo”

   When a 17-year-old signs up to be a ghost hunter, the last thing she expects is to wind up in a bridal boutique. Especially not with her employer improvising the role of her fiancé.

   Lost between fabrics of silk and satin is the story of how you ended up here. You're on the brink of insanity when Lockwood finally does his job as your make-believe fiancé. Chipping in with a compliment, blowing kisses, and raining applause. On a normal day, you could act as if all this was fine and that the flurry of frivolous women weren't tiring. But the dresses were heavy and the lights were blinding. You had his ring, and the look on his face was convincing—but twelve dresses in, and you were ready to crumple into a heap.

   "Why the rush to marry?" Kelly—you think her name was—asks. She was the ringleader for the entire dress-fitting business.

She tightened the corset around you and clipped the fabric around your bust tighter. You couldn't even speak! Luckily enough, Lockwood took note of your lack of oxygen and answered for you. "We're trained agents."

   Kelly pulled the cinches tighter. You wheezed your last wisp of air, gripping the fabric for release. "As in the paranormal kind?"

   Lockwood's eyes shone with pride. "Exactly that! You never know what could happen on a case. Might as well marry while we're breathing, no? Oh- please let my girl breathe, she's turning blue."

   The corset loosened and you sagged in visible relief. Nodding in acknowledgement, you said, "Many thanks."

   "No worries, darling. Wouldn't want you dying before the flower picking." He smiled at you, and you withheld the urge to glare at him. "Have you found what you're looking for, love?"

   You look at the rack and consider just lying... but there was a reason you were here. Judging by his still jumping knee, he hasn't found evidence at all.

   Signing yourself to your fate, you sighed. "No..."

   Kelly jumps with glee. Dragging you behind the curtains before Lockwood could get another word in. The last thing you see of him is a grateful grin. He disregards the simper you throw his way.

   When he's sure you're distracting Kelly, he slips back to the file rooms. Shuffling through documents whilst keeping his ears open. It's not that hard to guess whether Kelly got you into another gown or not. The woman is exorbitant and loud.

   He's got his hands on an incriminating sheet of evidence as he hears it. Kelly's compliments and your terrible attempts at buying him more time. Lockwood stuffs the sheet into his coat pocket and breaks for the lounge. In time for the velvet curtains to draw.

   His eyes are adjusting to the brightened lights again. Yet, all is right when you're unveiled. Sheets of ivory silk rolling down in waves curl around your figure like it's made for you. It's less extravagant than the previous choices but it highlights you the best.

   Whatever fake reaction dies in his throat and his jaw hangs open. Eyes leading up to your giggling face as Kelly pushes a row of spray roses into your hands to "complete the look." He knows all this is pretend. He can't help but wonder how different it would be if ghosts and ghouls didn't invade the world. If the pair of you were a normal boy and a normal girl. If you two weren't 17 and only here for another case. If you were actually dressed in that ivory gown, coming down an aisle as red as the curtains. In an alternate world, would it be reality?

   He's considering the probability of it when you drop the roses to your midsection. Allowing his mother's old ring to gleam in the light before he pulls his eyes right back to you. He reads, "Have you found what you're looking for?" from your lips, and like a puppet on a string, he nods yes, and he's sure he mutters the word, too. But he's not thinking about the evidence in his pocket. He's thinking about you in ivory, and how much better it would be if you were his real bride instead of his fake one.

• i've been wanting to write for the lockwood & co. fandom for a while now hehe

⌠ @novelizt 2023 ⌡

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #180

I am having a worse pain day than usual today. It's probably because yesterday, I wore a bra; ever since the rib injury, my ribs have not liked any kind of compression that's much more than a loose-fitting T-shirt. But it's warm outside lately, and I wanted to feel the breeze on my skin without worrying about what people might see if they look through my windows, so I wore the mesh things that I got from that shop I talked about before (they fit really well!! I was surprised!!), and I've felt pretty good lately, so I thought it would be okay, and… I guess it wasn't. It's been a while since I've woken up in this much pain. I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to do the dishes today, or even use my right arm very much at all.

Well. That's all right. It's frustrating and ouchy, but I'll manage. I got some ibuprofen in my system. M took care of washing the cat bowls and feeling our fuzzy feline children. I wanted tea, but then I changed my mind and wanted chocolate cola (thank you, Chocolate Coke Anon!!!). So J made chocolate cola for me, by dissolving a bunch of chocolate syrup into a small amount of canned cola, and then pouring the rest of the cola in slowly. Here's how it turned out:

...Isn't it beautiful??? And it was absolutely delectable, oh my goodness!!!

Then, J made gluten free pancakes and eggs. Br can't have gluten, so we've tried to find tasty gluten-free things for her. We came across this gluten-free pancake mix, and as it turns out, it has better texture and flavor than regular pancakes!! I don't normally like pancakes, but I do like these ones!

J likes to season sunny-side-up eggs with garlic powder and salt. The result is always amazing every time. And today, I added some cheese to melt over it. I melted some goat butter over the pancakes, too, and the results were absolutely delectable, oh my goodness!! Here is the bowl of deliciousness that I very much wish I could share with you:

It's not lost on me today how lucky I am to live with people who care about me enough to step up and try to help me on days when I can't function. In the past, this never would have been the case; it was always my role to step up for others, and when I broke down, others would just get angry.

…If you had told an old version of me that my life would be filled with this much kindness and care, she never would have believed you. She would have laughed right in your face and told you to get a better grip on reality. It's wonderful to live in a world where the old version of me gets proven wrong time and time again about what's possible in this world. I hope someday, the part of me that's still afraid of the old things will truly realize that she never, ever has to go back to that wretched place again.

Today's letter is early, but that's because I intend to try to play Dead Cells for real this time; I have a sneaking suspicion that if I do not rest today, I'll be even less functional tomorrow, and I don't want that, so… yeah. I'll put my weird derping around in the game on the internet where people can see it. Maybe I'll even have my face visible this time… Here:

…Maybe if I get impossibly lucky someday, I'll see you there.

I love you. Make good choices out there, okay? And stay safe. I'll write again tomorrow; maybe by then I'll feel a little better.

Your friend, Lumine

[parabelled]

Hellooooo :) For the sleepover asks: do you have any book/song/movie/tv/literally anything recommendations? I always see you reblogging cool stuff for different fandoms 🤭

Okay, I do, but this is the most random assortment of my recent favourite media/music, but hopefully someone can pick out something from this (And thanks, babe <3):

Books:

Wham! George Michael and Me by Andrew Ridgeley:

In 1975 Andrew took a shy new boy at school under his wing. They instantly hit it off, and their boyhood escapades at Bushy Meads School built a bond that was never broken. The duo found themselves riding an astonishing roller coaster of success, taking them all over the world. They made and broke iconic records, they were treated like gods, but they stayed true to their friendship and ultimately to themselves. It was a party that seemed as if it would never end. And then it did, in front of tens of thousands of tearful fans at Wembley Stadium in 1986.

Andrew’s memoir covers in wonderful detail those years, up until that last iconic concert: the scrapes, the laughs, the relationships, the good, and the bad. It’s a unique and one-and-only time to remember that era, that band, and those boys.

Digital Minimalism: Choosing A Focused Life in A Noisy World by Cal Newport:

Digital minimalists are all around us. They're the calm, happy people who can hold long conversations without furtive glances at their phones. They can get lost in a good book, a woodworking project, or a leisurely morning run. They can have fun with friends and family without the obsessive urge to document the experience. They stay informed about the news of the day, but don't feel overwhelmed by it. They don't experience "fear of missing out" because they already know which activities provide them meaning and satisfaction.

Now, Newport gives us a name for this quiet movement, and makes a persuasive case for its urgency in our tech-saturated world. Common sense tips, like turning off notifications, or occasional rituals like observing a digital sabbath, don't go far enough in helping us take back control of our technological lives, and attempts to unplug completely are complicated by the demands of family, friends and work. What we need instead is a thoughtful method to decide what tools to use, for what purposes, and under what conditions.

(I've been feeling burned out from tech lately with work, and I'm trying to pull back as much as I can from using screens every moment of the day).

Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands by Kate Beaton:

Before there was Kate Beaton, New York Times bestselling cartoonist of Hark! A Vagrant, there was Katie Beaton of the Cape Breton Beaton, specifically Mabou, a tight-knit seaside community where the lobster is as abundant as beaches, fiddles, and Gaelic folk songs. With the singular goal of paying off her student loans, Katie heads out west to take advantage of Alberta’s oil rush―part of the long tradition of East Coasters who seek gainful employment elsewhere when they can’t find it in the homeland they love so much. Katie encounters the harsh reality of life in the oil sands, where trauma is an everyday occurrence yet is never discussed.

Beaton’s natural cartooning prowess is on full display as she draws colossal machinery and mammoth vehicles set against a sublime Albertan backdrop of wildlife, northern lights, and boreal forest. Her first full length graphic narrative, Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands is an untold story of Canada: a country that prides itself on its egalitarian ethos and natural beauty while simultaneously exploiting both the riches of its land and the humanity of its people.

(I had to go to Alberta to get my training completed, and I experienced a lot of the similar themes explored in this graphic novel. Might be stupidly Canadian for some, but a great graphic novel overall).

The Radium Girls: The Dark Story of America's Shining Women by Kate Moore:

Discover the gripping and inspiring true story of The Radium Girls, a groundbreaking work by acclaimed author Kate Moore. Immerse yourself in this compelling narrative that unravels the extraordinary lives of these fearless women who fought against all odds.

The Curies' newly discovered element of radium makes gleaming headlines across the nation as the fresh face of beauty, and wonder drug of the medical community. From body lotion to tonic water, the popular new element shines bright in the otherwise dark years of the First World War.

Meanwhile, hundreds of girls toil amidst the glowing dust of the radium-dial factories. The glittering chemical covers their bodies from head to toe; they light up the night like industrious fireflies. With such a coveted job, these "shining girls" are the luckiest alive―until they begin to fall mysteriously ill.

Songs:

You Deserve an Oscar by Matt Maltese

Love and War in Your Twenties by Jordan Searcy

Wham Rap! by Wham!

Everything She Wants by Wham!

She's Got a Way by Billy Joel

Movies:

The Wham! Documentary on Netflix was just a hell of a lot of fun, and inspired me reading both Andrew Ridgeley's memoir and get into more of Wham's music.

Good Will Hunting: It's the first time I properly watched it through, and loved it.

TV:

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds: I wasn't a fan of the first season, but the crossover and musical episodes (Plus adding James T. Kirk, spoilers), has really brought it around for me.

[weebnotheree]

TBHK x M!R CH8. || Anothe assistant

You know how sometimes you keep losing things for no reason? That's because Yousei is trying to play games with you. 

¨no way¨

¨dont tell me you lost something again, that's been happening a lot better hope it's not yousei or you could end up dead¨

¨huh¨

They say that if you see yousei and look directly at it, it will take your life. However, [handful of candy] ¨Here¨¨candy?¨¨yeah carry some pieces around in your pocket if your suffering from a yousei attack, candy distracts it so it'll forget all about stealing your things and wont want to kill you¨

¨For real? I've never heard that before.¨

¨good luck, I gotta go now¨ Shiro said waving at them.

¨club meetings? Your so busy lately..¨

¨I'm going to visit a friend.¨[giggles]

¨huh?! In the girls' bathroom?!¨Σ(▼□▼メ) they both said.

¨she's so weird¨

¨ωєєє¨five of the are Mokke are seen sliding down the rail of the stairs with candy in their hand that M/n gave to them. They were happily walking when they suddenly bumped into someone. The first one fell back and dropped his candy and then the others did. ¨hey runts. Where are they?¨ They look up at him. ¨im looking for your buddies Hanako and m/n.¨ They huddled together [scared noises]¨ωнσ'ѕ тнαт?¨

[Whoosh! 💨] 

They all ran off leaving their candy behind. ¨wait come back! (౦ ‸ ౦ ;)¨ ??? said reaching out to them sweatdropping. ¨whatever that's fine ill just track them down myself (¬_¬).  . .when I find Hanako and m/n that will be the end, time to exercise! AHAHAHAhhahahah¨ he said with determination. ¨Whats with him?¨ a guy said.

¨he's a bit crazy¨ a girl said.

¨yeah, just keep away from him¨  another girl said.

'Mokke'

M/n, Hanako, and Yashiro(imma call her Shiro) are reading this fairytale book. M/n is in the middle, Hana is holding the left side of the book and Shiro is holding the other. 

[Sighs] ¨I wish a hot guy would fall out of the sky for me that way.¨(ﾉ︶ヮ︶) She said happy sighing? while me and Hana blinked twice (• -• )and said ¨seriously?¨

¨No not seriously. I know the difference between reality and fiction thank you. But I'm working as an assistant and subordinate to ghosts so yeah sometimes I wonder about those kinds of experiences.¨

¨what experiences?¨ Hana asked and I agreed nodding my head wanting to know too.

¨so many but like in this movie, for example,{A gorgeous young girl is held captive by an evil spirit. And just when she starts to lose hope, a man falls from the sky and rescues her.[Heya]}He skillfully strips the spirit from his powers. Then he and the girl are free to fall in love.¨ 

¨was Hana just exercised in that daydream¨(0^0) I questioned. ¨You have a dangerous mind¨

(•.•)Hana said while taking the book from Shiro.  ¨whats more [grabs her chin] dreams like that are useless. [Leans in closer to her] You still got me ann m/n here after all.~¨ M/n made jealous noises and puffed-up face (//￢>c￢//)until-

[Bang of a foot being stumped]

¨Thats enough! Don't you dare harm her evil spirits.¨ he said pointing his golden staff at Hana and me. Hanna let her go and goes 'huh', I stopped what I was doing. We all looked at who it was. It was a boy with yellow golden hair and blue eyes on top of the roof on the balcony where we were. He then proceeded and jumped down landing.

¨Im from Kamome Academy junior high. 3rd year¨'A boy from the sky!'(人//✧▽✧//)｡o○♡[Hot guy- ¨Nene come to me¨]¨Im Kuo Minamoto, in case they ask you how you're finally sent to the underworld. Hehehehehe¨ [nene]groans as her dream disappears. All of our faces - (-.-)(￢ヘ￢)(o^o)I started chuckling and my hair slowly turned white 'huh..?' Kuo thought. 

My chuckle then came to a laugh. They all stared at me.

 ¨Why're you laughing at?! Σ(▼□▼╬)¨ Kuo said. 

I tried to calm down and held my stomach. Then I opened my eyes and they were red¨You think you're stronger than us¨ I said pointing at him. ¨Just go ahead and try it¨ I finished and he gripped his staff.

(•ヮ•) [Hana gasping]

¨M/n calm down¨ ｡ﾟ(p~q)ﾟ｡ Shiro said panicking trying to calm me down. ¨Here, have some candy¨She said giving me candy making me immediately calm down. My hair slowly went back to black and my eyes went back to teal blue. I started eating the candy squatting down beside Shiro then she said¨wait a sec, do you guys know him Hanako?¨

¨I don't know about Kichō but we never actually met in person. But I know who he is he's from the Minamoto Clan.¨ Hana said grinning.

¨what does that mean?¨ Shiro says rubbing my locks. 

¨Back when the skies were deeper and darker than they are now, apparitions were called yokai and we were much more powerful than we are today. That was until yokai were dispelled by a brilliant exorcist called Minamoto no Yorimitsu. He was an ancestor of this kid.¨Hana explained. ¨So you know your stuff huh? Guess I shouldn't be surprised.[points staff at hanako] You should be trembling at the very mention of my name. And now, its time to do my duty as a member of the Minamoto Clan.¨  

[nene gasps]

¨Hope your ready¨ He jumps in the air, lifting his hands along with the staff. My eyes widen, I was about to get up and stop him from hitting Hana but then¨Hana..¨He hits Hana on the left shoulder. . .It had no effect on him. (•-•)

¨exercise me? And do you honestly expect to pull that off¨Hana said gripping his staff. / ¨uh yeah¨

[⚡⚡TzzZZzzzZz!!⚡⚡] ¨Huh¨ Hana 'shocked' face.

¨HANA!!¨ 

♡♡ I Hope you enjoyed! Bye mini dumplings!  ♡♡

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 20

Request: Yes or No

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"Time travel sounds fun until you see how cringy you used to be." You said, watching Nebula fix some things on the suit Scott had on.

"I've never been cringy." Scott said. You stayed silent in response, glancing at Rhodes. Scott blinked, scoffing softly as you giggled.

"You're great, Scott." You gave a tired smile. Bruce went to put in the red capsules.

"Hey- Hey, be careful!"

"I'm being very careful." Bruce replied.

"No, you're being very Hulky." Scott put in the capsules himself. Even if Bruce was careful, he could still crush whatever was in there without even thinking about it. It was weird seeing Bruce in Hulks body but you supposed it helped end the beef they had. Scott and Bruce went back and forth until he turned small and big in a second.

"Alright, one test run." Scott gave a sheepish smile, glancing at everyone in the room. "I'm not ready for this."

"I'm game." You turned your head, looking at Clint. You crossed your arms, a soft sigh leaving you.

"I'll do it." Clint shrugged. Scott licked his lips, looking at Bruce. Bruce gave him a small nod so Scott walked out of the room to change out of the suit. Clint followed.

"So.. He got a new tattoo." Rhodes glanced at you. You licked your lips, shrugging lightly. Rhodes sighed, leaving the room momentarily before returning with some twizzlers. He offered one to you, giving a small smile. You took it, taking a small bite from it as Clint walked into the room with the suit on. Nebula made sure everything was good with the suit.

"Clint, you're gonna feel a little discombobulated from the shift. Don't worry about it." Bruce told him.

"Wait, wait.. Let me ask you something. If we can do this, you know go back in time, why don't we just find baby Thanos and just.." Rhodes made a wrapping and squeezing motion.

"I mean, it's a solid idea. Baby Thanos was probably real ugly anyways." You said, chewing on the candy. Bruce stared at you and Rhodes in disbelief.

"First of all, that's horrible-"

"It's Thanos."

"And secondly, time doesn't work that way. Changing the past doesn't change the future."

"We go back and get the stones before Thanos gets them.. Thanos doesn't get the stones!" Scott said, shrugging. Rhodes nodded, motioning to him.

"Problem solved!"

"Bingo." Clint nodded as Nebula glanced at them, giving a small shake of her head.

"That's not how it works." She muttered.

"Anyways, who told you that?"

"Star Trek, Terminator, Time Cop, Time After Time, Wrinkle in Time, Hot Tub Time Machine-"

"So, any movie with time in the name." You said with a chuckle.

"Well, it doesn't work like that. If you travel to the past, that past becomes your future and your former present becomes your past." Bruce explained. You hummed, continuing to munch on the twizzler.

"If time travel works.. That means there's different versions of ourselves in different.. Dimensions, right? Like living things we've lived and making decisions we'll eventually make?"

"Yes, actually." Bruce nodded, glad that at least someone was getting it.

"For example, my past self might be in Sokovia fighting Ultron right now while my future self might be relaxing on a beach." Bruce said with a shrug. You hummed, nodding.

"I wonder what my future self is doing.."

"Probably getting therapy instead of napping and drinking." Rhodes muttered, glancing at you. You scoffed softly.

"You drink?" Clint questioned, brows furrowing as a frown tugged at his lips. You shifted your gaze back to the man you used to call dad and shrugged.

"Occasionally." Once the suit was good to go and Bruce had told Clint everything he needed to do, you followed the guys and Nebula to the platform Rocket had built. It was surprising how much a raccoon could built. You glanced at Thor, giving him a small nod. Bruce walked up to the controls, the others standing behind him as they watched Clint stand in the center.

"Alright, Clint.. We're going in three.. Two.." You could tell Clint was nervous, you were too. Despite everything, he had still been someone who took you in and loved you. You slowly chewed on the twizzler, gaze flickering around the platform. To Clint it could feel like hours but it would merely be seconds for you and the others. Clint suddenly appeared, falling on the ground. The helmet retracted as he panted. Natasha quickly rushed up onto the platform with you following incase he had injuries. Natasha helped him up, getting him grounded as Clint looked around.

"I saw her... I saw Lila again.." Clint panted. You stared at him, swallowing as your grip on the twizzler tightened. Clint tossed a baseball glove at Tony, nodding.

"It worked." Clint said. A sense of relief filled you along with everyone. There was a chance at getting everyone back. The team turned, heading to an office in order to talk more and come up with a game plan. You finished your twizzler, taking a seat and watching Tony pull up pictures of the stones.

"We gotta find out the when and the where." Steve said, looking over all of the stones.

"Almost everyone in this room has had at least one encounter with an infinity stone." Steve turned his attention onto everyone. You supposed Vision counted as an encounter.

"Or substitute encounter by being damn near killed by one of the stones." Tony added, shrugging as he sipped on his coffee.

"I haven't." Scott piped in. "I have no clue what the hell you're talking about."

"Regardless, we only have enough pinparticles for one trip each and these stones have been in a lot of different places throughout history." Bruce said, slowly walking around the office.

"Our history." Tony reminded him. "So, not alot of convenient spots to drop in."

"Which means we'll have to pick our targets." Clint muttered. Tony nodded, shooting him the side eye. You cocked a brow when you made eye contact with Tony. Tony simply patted your shoulder.

"Let's start with the ether. Thor, what do you know?" Steve asked, everyones' attention shifting onto the god of lighting. Thor sat in a corner, coke bottle in hand and sunglasses on.

"Is he asleep?" Natasha asked after Thor didn't answer. You stared at him. The last five years had definitely been rough for him.

"Pretty sure he's dead." Rhodes mumbled. You sighed, reaching forward and grabbing a cup of water. You made it turn ice cold before tossing it at the god. Thor jolted awake, looking down at his wet shirt.

"Thor, the reality stone. What do you know about it?" Steve asked again, watching him stand and approach the picture of the reality stone. You listened to Thors' rambling, turning to look at Tony. Scott was the only one interested in what he had to say. Tony approached him, urging him to sit.

"Alright.. Who's next?"

~~~~~~~~~~

You stared at the pictures. Three stones in New York, one in Asgard, and the other two in Morag. You looked at Steve as he approached the hologram.

"Alright, we have a plan. Six stones, three teams. One shot." Steve said. You swallowed, glancing at Rocket and Thor. You had been assigned on their team. Just in case. You stood up with the others, going off to change. You stared at the two pictures in your locker. One of the Barton family and the other of the Stark family. You headed towards the platform after changing, standing beside Thor and Rocket.

"Stay safe." Natasha said softly, giving your arm a squeeze. Steve gave a pep talk before you put your helmet on. You absolutely hated the feeling as you went through what looked like a blue tunnel. When you blinked, you were in Asgard. Thor held a finger up to his lips, passing by a room. You followed, glancing back and seeing his brother. You had never officially met Loki but he was an odd dude. You reached a hall, standing besides Thor. You listened to the women talk in the hall. You shared a look with Rocket.

"There's Jane." Thor whimpered, shaking his head. Rocket sighed.

"Alright.." Rocket hopped off the stone block, looking at you and Thor.

"You're gonna charm her, (Y/N) will be our lookout, and I'll poke her with this thing, get the stone, and we'll be gone." Rocket said, watching Thor. You gave a nod but Thor sniffled.

"I'll be right back. The wine cellar is just down here. My father used to have this huge barrel of ale." You stared at Thor, letting out a sigh as you scratched your forehead. You heard a door opening and quickly ducked besides Rocket.

"Yes, and could you also let me know when Gaia plans on visiting again?" You blinked, feeling your body freeze. You slowly stood, glancing at Thor as he slowly walked down the hall, gaze on the woman.

"Who's the fancy woman?" Rocket asked, hopping onto the stone. You swallowed, turning your head and looking at the woman.

"That's my mother..." Thor answered. Your eyes slightly widened, turning to face Thor. You opened your mouth to ask him a question.

"She dies today." Thor whispered. You shut your mouth, frowning. You licked your lips, gaze flickering around.

"How.. How does she know Gaia?" You asked softly. Thor glanced at you with furrowed brows.

"She was a friend of my mothers'." Thor answered. He looked back at where his mother had been, shaking his head.

"I can't do this." He breathed out, beginning to pant softly. You and Rocket faced him. Rocket told Thor to get closer as Thor rambled. You blinked as Rocket slapped him, almost laughing at the sight of a raccoon slapping a god.

"You think you're the only one who lost people? What do you think we're doing here? I lost the only family I ever had. Same with nature boy over here. I get you miss your mom, but she's gone. Really gone and there are plenty of people who are kind of gone. You can help them. So is it too much to ask that you brush the crumbs out of your beard, talk to the girl, and when she's not looking, suck the infinity stone and help us get our families back?" Rocket stared at him. Thor nodded, a small whimper leaving him as his eyes watered.

"Thor, calm down." You said softly, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "You're the god of lighting, Thor. You can do this."

"Yeah, yeah, I can." Thor nodded. You gave him a small smile, following Raccoon towards the door. You turned, hearing footsteps rushing away. You sighed.

"He's gone." You muttered. Rocket groaned softly.

"You go after him. I'll go get the stone." Rocket said, turning around and walking towards the room.

"I don't know this place." You huffed, looking at the talking raccoon. Rocket let out an exasperated sigh.

"Be my lookout." He mumbled. You walked towards the room Jane was in, watching Rocket enter. You stood infront of the doors, gaze flickering around. You had no idea what you were gonna do if somebody asked you what you were doing. You swallowed, glancing in the direction Thors' mother had gone in.

"He'll be fine." You assured yourself, speedwalking in the direction. You spotted Thor, quietly walking towards him.

"Thor-"

"Shh." He brought up a finger to his lips. Thor grabbed you, keeping you hidden behind the pillar as his mother passed by. She dismissed her girls. You and Thor peeked around the corner.

"What are you doing?" You flinched, letting out a yelp as a woman yelped as well. You turned and faced her, watching her look at Thor. Thor suddenly grabbed you, covering you with his jacket.

"You're better off leaving the sneaking to your brother." The woman said, head tilting.

"What are you wearing? Who is this?" She asked, stepping forward. You swatted Thor's arm away, clearing your throat.

"Uhm, I'm- I'm (Y/N)." You said. Rocket was gonna kill you.

"Frigga." She gave a polite smile. "What are you wearing?" Friggas' brows furrowed, looking Thor over. Frigga slowly approached her son, placing a hand on his cheek. Thor rambled slightly. Frigga smiled softly.

"You're not the Thor I know, are you?" She asked softly.

"Yes I am."

"The future hasn't been kind to you, has it?" She gently brushed some hair out of his face. You watched her, gaze softening. You could see why Thor loved his mother so much. They shared a tight hug, something Thor had desperately needed.

"Let's talk." Frigga smiled. You tuned out as Thor spoke to his mother. You walked around her room, looking over the glass. You licked your lips, looking over at them.

"How do you know Gaia?" You asked softly. Frigga turned to look you curiously.

"Like, uhm, Thor told me but I.. I wanna know more." You said, facing her. Frigga tilted her head, slowly approaching you.

"Gaia? What would you want with her?"

"She's my mother and she.. She kind of abandonded me." You shrugged lightly, letting out a small awkward laugh. Frigga hummed, gaze softening.

"Gaia's in.. It's hard to explain. She's in The Garden. She lives there and it's how she watches over her creations." Frigga explained.

"How do I get there?"

"Fairy rings. Only certain people have access to her portals." Frigga said. You nodded, keeping it in mind. Thor stood, approaching you and his mom.

"Mother, I must tell you something-"

"No, Thor." Frigga turned to face her son, pressing a finger to his lips.

"Mother-"

"Guys!" Rocket shouted, running towards you. "You were supposed to watch the door!"

"I know." You gave an apologetic smile. Rocket shook his head, showing the stone.

"I got it." He breathed out. "Oh, hey, you must be mom."

"I wish we had more time." Thor said softly. Frigga smiled gently, grabbing his hands.

"This was a gift. Now you go and be the man you were meant to be." Frigga said softly. Thor gave her a sad smile.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you." Frigga hugged Thor tightly. She pulled back and smiled. Rocket began to count but Thor stopped him. He extended his hand towards the balcony area. You and Rocket shared a look.

"W-What are we looking at?" He asked.

"It takes a second." Frigga chuckled softly. Thors hammer returned to him, making him beam. You smiled softly as the suit returned.

"Nice meeting you." You said.

"Same here." Frigga smiled, giving a small wave. The helmet came on and you went back through the nauseating blue tunnel. You grunted, shutting your eyes tightly.

"Yeah, fuck that." You muttered, rubbing your forehead. You looked around, noticing Clint fall to his knees with teary eyes.

"Where's Nat?"

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[wornoutmouse]

Baby Daddy Shigaraki fanfic pt2

It was a miracle that no one questioned the name put down when Shigaraki had to sign the birth certificate. You summed it up as fearing for their lives but it could be many things you try to convince yourself as the reality of your new life truly set in.

The after birth pain, though constant, was numbed whenever you looked down on your son's face. He had yet to do anything more than sleep, much to your annoyance. And was aggressive when breastfeeding  much to Shigaraki's enjoyment, "Just like his father." 

Dabi was the second one to hold Daiki after Komugiri but the look of horror on his face when you fully released the baby into his arms was one that deeply concerned you. "It's breathing." He whispered to you eyes wide.

You signal for Komugiri to stand close behind Dabi just in case he really lost it. "Yeah Dabi.....he is breathing...cause that's what living things do." 

Time skip

You sigh as you finally set Daiki down inside his new bed for a nap. His small face looked so delicate surrounded by soft lavender blankets. His whole room theme was a soft purple as preferred by Komugiri. 

You closed the door till there was only a sliver of light coming in just in case he woke up again, then you headed to your living room. 

Shigaraki sat on the couch shirtless and flicking through TV channels. "Why are you still here?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen to find your tea. "What do you mean?" You stir four teaspoons of sugar into your coffee. "I got Daiki under control, you don't have inconvenience yourself."

Tomura flicked through the channels once again. "You and Daiki are not an inconvenience, you're both my responsibility now." You release the spoon causing it to clink loudly against your ceramic cup. "I don't want you to force yourself to be here, you've obviously proved that you don't really want to be apart of this."

"Y/N come on now this again?!" "Yes this again!" Shigaraki groaned scratching idly at his neck. "I've already missed the hidden trailer off Daiki's life I'm not going to miss the prequel sequel." You groan softly, "Stop talking in video game terms you know I don't understand!"

Shigaraki stands up and walks to the kitchen now leaving only the island separating you. "Look you can hate me all you want, I don't care, hell I'm used to it. But you are not keeping me from my son." You shudder at the tone Tomura spoke at.

There were very few times when you've heard this voice and luckily it was never directed to you. This voice meant that what he said was final and he would not go back on it no matter who got in his way. "I would love to have you in his life Tomura, but I don't want what comes with it." You finally say, making Tomura throw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you expect me to do woman?! Make him tag along on "Bring your child to work day?" You turn away trying to contain your annoyance in fear of waking up the baby. "I'm giving you one chance to get your shit together, don't mess it up." Behind you, you could hear the steady steps of Tomura retreating, "And I'm giving you a chance to see how stupid you're being right now."

Before he completely walked away he stopped, "I am going to check on Daiki since it seems like he's the only one that appreciates my efforts."

Once you heard the familiar creak of Daiki's bedroom door you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "How did I get like this?" 

It of course was on a Saturday, as all good stories do. You were working a waitress job at Denny's as a way to earn some pocket money for your first year in Japan. 

"Table 3 we got your Bourbon Chicken skillet, Fish and chips, two waters, and a cherry sprite." Your say setting down all your items before walking to the booth next to them. 

"Hello welcome to Denny's, what can I get for you all tonight?" Dabi at the time, had a nonchalant hand over Twice's mouth most likely to stop his internal bickering. Komugiri was navigating the kids menu with a then 15 year old Toga. Spike ordered some Fish and Chips as per usual and Shigaraki was starting at your tits.....

Shigaraki was staring at your tits.....

He was STARING- I think you get the point

"Hey birthday bitch what are you ordering?" Dabi said snapping Tomura back to the present. "Uh.. get me a steak skewer." Dabi gasped, "I spent all my time and hard work scrounging up money and you get a damn steak skewer for your birthday?!" 

The five stages of grief came over you internally as you had been standing there way past your recommended time. "If you guys aren't ready to order, I'll just come back-" 

"No no no, we are ready. Can we get chicken on a stick with a side of grapes and fries for the young lady. Steak and eggs for me...Dabi? Dabi leaned back simultaneously releasing twice. "We would like a 3-egg omelette-with some cock!" 

You didn't get paid enough for this.

"I'll get you the omelette but I'm afraid I'm out of stock for that last part." You smirk, putting down the orders so far. Dabi snapped the menu shut, "Do y'all have chicken tenders?" Dabi asked, looking at you hopefully. You nod and he fist bumped Twice for some unforeseen reason. 

"Uh get crusty over there a Supreme Sizzling Skillet." "Wait why can all of you get chicken but I can't?!" You wrote down the orders and glanced at Shigaraki who was now looking directly at you as if you held all the answers. "Okay for drinks?"

   As you got off work, you took the back alley entrance to the bus stop. "Hey." Your scream and toss a punch into the darkness effectively making skin to skin contact. "Ow what the fuck?!" "What do you mean what the fuck you're the rapist!"

Shigaraki's signature light blue hair appeared from the shadows almost glowing from the dim alley light. "Rapist? No, I'm more on the lines of stalker." You stand there for a moment rethinking your life choices. "Yeah okay well I'm going to go-" "Wait!" 

You feel half of a hand grip onto your wrist stopping you in your place. "I uh... Think you're cute and, ah crap what did Dabi tell me to say?!" 

As he mulled over his choice of words you hesitantly reach into your purse for pepper spray. "Uh I was wondering if I could get to know you?" He finally ended off staring at you expectantly. You looked back at him expectantly.

"I know this seems creepy but I'm not exactly good at talking to people that are not my friends so you're kinda boss level interaction." For a while your stare at each other as the cold fall wind blew past the two if you. Giving up, you sighed and pulled out a price of paper, "Look, if I wake up tomorrow and none of my underwear is missing and window is not mysteriously open, I'll give you a call, but don't expect it!"

And he didn't expect it. To your surprise, you never found any ominous signs of entry into your substitute home, and he never 'conveniently' showed up at your job. 

Even so, the very fact that you called him was during a moment of weakness. You were extremely home sick and you had just moved into your new home that was only equipped with a fully furnished bedroom and a microwave. 

When you heard the hesitant knock on the door you quickly put your cup of noodles down and opened the door. In your face was a rose...a single rose in a pot. 

Thats different

"It was short notice and it's not like any flower places were open.... So I stole it." You gingerly take the plant into your hands, "It's the thought that counts (?) Come in." You shut the door behind him and set the plant in the kitchen. 

"You must forgive the dryness of my home, I just moved in so there isn't much going on." Tomura hummed as he felt his bones relax as the warmth of the house filled his body. You stared at each other for a while, awkwardly sweating back and forth. Finally, you both opened your mouth to speak up.

"I didn't know I'd get this far so.."

You blink at each other before you double over with laughter. "Uh okay, well how about we watch a movie, get comfortable. The TV is in my room so I hope that doesn't bother you." 

You put on Wall-E for lack of better mood as Tomura hesitantly settled on your plush bed, hands clasped tightly between his thighs.

You two watch these movie in silence and shared popcorn. It wasn't awkward silence though, it was needed. A unspoken message saying that you both acknowledged that this was weird but it was a good weird. Both of you were willing to give it a try.

"Hey pass the popcorn." Tomura said blindly patting the air in front of you. "No you've ate most of it already!" You opted to keeping the bag as far as possible. "It's good popcorn now hand it over." You continue to resist but he was more stubborn.

Unable to think of any other way to save your beloved popcorn you clench your eyes shut and deliver a small peck to the tip of Shigaraki's nose. 

Almost as if shocked, he slides away holding his nose gently. You huff with airy laughter at his flushed face, "Told you, this is my popcorn." 

You smile softly at the memory wiping away a stray tear from your face. "One chance... I'll give him one chance."

You tiptoe to Daiki's new room and peek inside. It was too dark for you to see inside so you opened the door completely. You blankly look into the empty room before falling to your knees. "SHIGARAKI TOMURA I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" You scream into the night air as you glared into the baby less crib.

"Man are you sure you should have him here? He's still a newborn and nothing's baby proof, hell this is a bar so it's far from sanitary!" Dabi said glancing into the baby carriage. Daiki sleepily gazed up at Dabi and babbled. 

"Y/N and I are going through a small set back so I decided to give her some space." Tomura unclipped Daiki from his carseat and picked him up holding his head in a four fingered hold. "We decided to give her some space isn't that right?" He cooed at Daiki who gingerly hit his nose.

"Dude stop, seeing you with a baby is giving me the creeps." Shigaraki glared as Dabi took a shot, "Ignore your uncle Dabi he's just mad he's not as cute as you."

Komugiri was washing dishes until a shiver went down his mystical spine, "I feel a disturbance in the force.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

The Enforcers Part 8 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

wc: 1.7k

tw: dark content (self-harm)

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a/n: By no means do I condone self-harm or want to glorify it in the light of this chapter. As a person who struggled with physical self-harm in her early teens, I know the destructive nature of this type of activity. However, as my characters are not perfect and complicated, I see this particular mode of action as something she would try to do in order to alleviate her pain and confusion. If you have questions or concerns, my inbox is always open to having a discussion about it.

If you so wish, you may skip this chapter altogether. There will be a recap on the next one if you choose to skip for your mental health. Take care of yourselves and see you soon. (ALSO, I know I promised smut but I gotta give y'all a raincheck this go-round. SORRY PLS DON'T KILL ME)

You're on your forty-seventh file of scandals, coverups, and secret dossiers that you finally feel it. The fabric of your identity begins to unravel right before your eyes.

Everything you've known is a lie.

The CSB has covered up so many things. So many lives lost. So many people forced to flee. So many families ripped apart--

An email makes its way over to the server, and you open it, the words across the screen coming from Suguru.

I know it's late, but send over Yu Haibara's files when you can.

You hit the reply button and begin to type out: "You mean the boy you killed?" but you stop yourself, deleting the words rapidly. Instead, you attach the files and send them over, not even bothering to look at them. You can't do it. Not another file could be stored away in the annals of your brain.

Nothing is as it seems anymore. The lies... they pile up in your mind, flooding the spaces where you used to hold what you thought was true, what you thought was real. Now, they're overflowing out of your brain and into your heart and soul, plaguing you like the nightmares that face you down night after night, more like demons that lurk in the corners of your mind than full file cabinets.

You always wake up in a tangle of sheets and sweat, one of your various enemies' faces hovering over you right before you stare down the barrel of a gun and --

You stumble out of the chair, eyes wet with tears, and go to the sink in the bathroom to wash your face. After you splash water on your skin, you look up at your reflection, anger rolling through you at the way you look. Weak.

You're fucking weak.

The voice in your head that usually told you that you were doing okay, that you had it all under control, is now turning on you, spitting nasty words that stick in between the synapses of your brain a muddy your rational thoughts.

The voices rise to a fever pitch, and you suddenly see red, the entirety of the world descending into blood-colored madness. The shattering of the glass mirror only becomes a reality when you're standing above the sink, chest heaving as your thoughts silence one by one, like shutting off lights in a house.

But only one stays behind as a shard of the mirror clinks into the sink.

Escape.

The light at the end of the tunnel.

You could get rid of the feelings here. You could get rid of the thoughts. You could escape. Why hadn't you thought about this before?

"Do it."

Your fingers grip the jagged shard of glass carefully, and before you can stop yourself, you drag it across the inside of your wrist, end to end, leaving behind a red line of blood that immediately blooms. Crimson dots drop into the sink, and you stare at the color, mesmerized by the way the blood runs down your arm and into the porcelain bowl. But there's no relief.

No sense of freedom.

Maybe you didn't do it hard enough?

Maybe you didn't--

The door to your room slams open, and you turn your head just as Suguru comes rushing into the bathroom. The shard of glass is still in your hand, as well as the blood running down your arm, and Suguru catches this immediately.

"Fuck," he breathes, and you turn to him, shard extended.

"Don't come any closer."

"Y/n," he calmly whispers. "You don't look so good."

"I wonder why that is," you reply, and Suguru stares back at you, hands raised in surrender.

"What're you doing?"

"What does it look like, Suguru?" you state in a trance. Your bullet wound begins to throb dully, but you ignore it, just like you're ignoring the blood dripping onto the tile flooring.

"Y/n, let's think about this."

"I don't want to think anymore!" The shrill scream is loud enough to make Suguru flinch, and you softly repeat, "I don't want to think anymore," over and over again as tears run down your face.

"I know," Suguru whispers. "I know. Will you let me help you?" You hiccup and drop the piece of glass to the floor, dissolving in a heap of tears and moans. You feel hands pulling you up from the floor and into strong arms, your head being cradled against a broad chest you've felt before. "Go ahead," Suguru encourages you. "Cry it out."

He carries you to another room in the building in silence, laying you on a firm bed and disappearing as you heave painful sobs into the sheets.

"Everything... hurts..." you gasp, and when Suguru reappears with a white bundle of cloth, a bandage roll, and some water, he nods.

"We're going to make it better, don't worry." He takes your injured arm and carefully wipes away the blood, examing the cut slowly. "Doesn't need stitches, thankfully." He turns to open the water bottle and hands it to you, silently telling you to drink while he bandages your wrist.

You drink the water greedily then lean back on the headboard, eyes closing down as Suguru works diligently on your wound. And then you remember the first time he did this for you and the mistake you made in your pridefulness.

"Thank you," you murmur, and Suguru looks up at your face, finally seeing some form of clarity cross your tear-streaked cheeks.

"You're welcome," he replies tenderly. "I have to keep you safe, remember? I promised you that I would." You don't answer him, but he finishes at that exact moment anyways, standing and placing the remnants of the bandage roll on the nightstand. The wound is now covered up completely, with no sign of blood seeping through the cotton and staining the white cloth dark red.

You watch as Suguru crawls into the bed beside you, sighing deeply as he runs his fingers through his locks. "Should I stay awake with you or do you want to try to sleep?"

"Sleep," you answer - albeit not confidently - and the black-eyed man obliges, pulling the thin sheet over you.

"I'll be right here," he affirms, but you reach out your uninjured arm and touch his hand. He instantly turns his palm up to let you grab his fingers, and you pull him closer to you in the king-sized bed.

"Hold me." A second passes with no movement, and Suguru whispers,

"Are you sure?" You nod, and he wordlessly scoots closer, wrapping an arm around you as you nestle into his side with your bandaged hand resting on his chest. His fingers rub a soft pattern up and down your skin, soothing you to the brink of sleep. "I've got you. We'll deal with everything else in the morning," Suguru murmurs as you slip off into a dreamless - and nightmare-less - sleep.

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Morning comes and goes.

Midday arrives, and you awaken from your terrorless sleep still encased in Suguru's grasp. Your eyes flick up to his face, which is peaceful in the midday light streaming in from the windows. The Leader of the Fallen Sun District is asleep and dead to the world around him, but the sound of his breathing lets you know he's on the brink of waking up.

Part of you doesn't want him to. You want to lay there without any responsibilities to him, without any concern, or further harm to either one of you. Maybe if you continued to sleep, all of this would become a distant memory. All of this would go away, and you could go back to living in ignorance.

But Suguru's stirring makes you stiffen, and you feel his arms tighten around you before sliding away.

"You're awake."

"Yeah," you whisper, and he sits up, pulling his knees to his chest.

"We need to talk about last night." You sit up as well, staring at the edge of the bed blankly. "Why didn't you tell someone about your declining mental health?"

"I didn't realize it until it was too late," you admit, looking at the bandage on your wrist. "But I won't be doing that again."

"Doesn't matter," Suguru interjects, looking over at you. You choose to avoid his gaze and stare at your feet, inhaling deeply. "I have to have someone watch you now. I want you to be safe, and now I'm not sure if I can ensure that without some oversight on my part."

"No," you exhale quickly, looking over at him in fear. "I'm better now, I promise."

"I'll have someone move a few of your things over here. That way I can keep an eye on you, just in case." Suguru continues, standing from his position on the bed. "I won't bother you. But I made a promise to you, and I'm going to keep it at all costs." He turns back to you, stating, "Today we'll take a day off and go into the town. I've been wanting to show you around for a while anyway."

You conclude the argument is over when he places a kiss on your temple, then walks into his bathroom, shutting the door and leaving you on the bed alone.

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A car picks both of you up from the building, and when you slide into the backseat, Suguru points to the expanse in the distance.

"Take us to the marketplace." The driver nods, scars running up and down his pale face and his blue eyes looking up at you in the rearview mirror. Does this man even know that he's sitting next to the leader of the Fallen Sun district? Or is Kenjaku a faceless man, hiding behind walls of ones and zeroes?

The scenes that pass by you look identical to those of the city you know and love. There are children playing on the sidewalks, people carrying groceries, life carrying on as if the majority of their names aren't on some rejected list of people who defected from their previous society. Suguru notices your awe at the way things are, and looks over at you, smiling brightly.

"You'd be surprised what you can build from ashes, y/n."

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Imagine:

Dean and Sam are on there way to the bar where you had to been drinking, but find something dark on the way..then a few months later, they never expected this.

Part 1

Y/n's Pov-

"Y/n?..." Sam muttered, shaking his head like he couldn't believe I was there. He ran over, dropping his stuff and embraced me in a hug, sobbing into my shoulder. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"...Hey shh...it's ok I promise it's ok...Dean? You wanna join us?" I smile, he had just been staring at me, like he didn't know either to hug me or not move. I reach out my hand, inviting him into the hug me and San were having. Immediately he rushed over and hugged me, kissing my cheek. I smiled at the two men who had there arms around me, I felt safe once again. "Sorry I smell like death." I joked and the both of them laughed, pulling back.

"..How are you alive?.."

"I don't know, Cass?" I turn to Cass, who was smiling.

"I found a way to bring her back, her soul wasn't in heaven or hell."

"Then where was it?"

"That's the thing, your soul was connected to an object. A ring on this man, so I stole it and replaced it back into you body...hoping it would bring you back."

"Well I'm guessing it worked cause I'm standing here. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to take a shower. Which I uh...hate to ask this but I might need some help with getting my back considering I'm covered in, well about everything that has to do with a dead body...any volunteers?" The three boys looked at each other, not knowing what to say. I guess they never expected me to ask this.

"I'll do it." Sam nervously muttered, I nodded and grabbed his hand, dragging him to my room. When I entered I saw my bed all messed up and not made. That's weird I thought, I always make my bed in the morning. Then I knew, Sam's flannel on the edge of the bed along with a pair of pants. Slowly turning to Sammy, who was bright red, I give him a sad look.

"...Have you been sleeping in my bed?" Not looking at me he nods, his cheeks turning even redder. "Oh...Sammy..." I caress his cheek, closing his eyes, he leans into my touch, smiling as he felt the touch of my hand.

However when I pulled it away, he frowned, like he didn't want to lose the feeling. I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror, before I could make a corny joke I spot the blood. The stab wounds that had been placed on me.

I look down and touch my shirt, to see if maybe the wounds were still bleeding, but all I could focus on was the blood on my hands....

Flashback: 10 months ago

I stood there waiting on the edge of the beach house bar, waiting eagerly for Sam and Dean to pick me up. Tonight was the night, I had it all planned out, even Dean helped me. We decided I'd go to the bar and pretend to be drinking there but really it was a plan to ask out Sam. I'd tell him to come to the balcony, and ask him right there, while moonlight showered us. Hopefully he would say yes, but there's no telling.

"And what is a pretty lady like you doing here all by yourself?" A dark voice asked, I look over to see a drunk red head man checking me out. It was Carlton Mathews, one of the rich men in the city. I remember him because we questioned him about the murders, turned out it was just vampires.

"Just waiting for someone." I responded and turned my gaze back to the sea, smelling the salty air.

"Well maybe me an you could have some fun.." He steps closer, I could feel his hot breath against my neck. Politely I refused by stepping a foot away.

"I'm sorry I have my eye on someone else." That didn't stop him, he got closer once again, grabbing my wrist harshly.

"He can't treat you like I can, he can't fuck you like I ca-" I pushed him back.

"Keep your hands to yourself!" I turn to walk away but he turns me around and a sharp pain goes through my stomach. He stabbed me once, twice, three times, blood drooled out of my mouth and onto my shirt.

"So you thought it was Vampires killing the people in this town? No no sweetheart, it was me, a warlock. You see, I need pure souls for my spell to work and well there's only ten purest souls in the world that I need. Which yours is one of them..." He leans closer and whispers in my ear, "Sorry not sorry..." Now this part I don't understand, he pulled out what looked like a cigar and pressed it down on my skin while chanting Latin, a language I was never able to learn. When he was done, he threw my body over the railing and I plunged into the water. I desperately tried to go up for air but I couldn't the waves by the balcony were to strong. Swim with them, swim with the waves in order to reach the shore, that's what Sam had told me once. Luckily the shore was nearby so I was able to swim to it just like Sam said. I stepped out of the water, with blood travelling down my body and my wounds burning from the salt. I pulled out my phone, which thank god for the water proof case, and started texting Sam to hurry. I didn't get to send it, because when I looked up, there were more men. They beat, stabbed and battered me till I was dead, till I took my last breath...

"Y/n?.." Sam waved his hand over my face, trying to get my attention. I snapped back to reality, his face showed worry, he knew I was thinking about what happened. "C'mon...let's get you cleaned up." I nodded and started to strip, not caring if Sam was watching. I don't think he cared either because he helped me out of my bloody clothes. When I was naked, Sam helped me step into the shower as he turned on the hot water. I stood there, enjoying the feeling of the water run down my skin, the feeling of becoming cleaner by the second. The feeling of Sam's hand wondering up and down my back as he stepped into the shower, naked along with me. After he helped me clean up, dirt, blood and now dead worms down the drain, he began massaging my muscles. I moaned in pleasure as he massaged my shoulders, back, sliding his hands down my stomach as he stepped closer. His chest touching my back as he stopped when he got down to my lower region, I turned around to see him bright red once again. I guided his hand further down my body, down to my thigh as I pulled him closer. Kissing his lips, he lifted my thigh and I hooked it around his hip.

One hand was placed against the wall as his soft lips touched my chapped ones. The water running down his back as he hovered over me, covering me with his body. My hands traced his muscles, up his chest and to his hair, where I tugged and pulled. His hand that was frequently pressed against the wall, made it's way to my other thigh, lifting me up so my back was against the wall as his hands were holding me up. His chest touched mine, making me crave more, wanting more. I pulled back for air, his forehead rested against mine.

"Sammy...I wanted to tell you the night that I...you know...I wanted to tell you that I..I love you.." He stared into my e/c eyes with list over coming his. Immediately his lips attacked my neck, making me moan as he sucked and nibbled at the skin. Roughly his hands gripped my hips tighter, possibly causing a bruise but I didn't care. With in hand holding me up, he lined himself with my entrance but first looked at me in reassurance. I nodded and he slowly slid into me, making my walls stretch at his size. Both of us cursing a long string of profanities. He moved his hips against mine, our skin making the tiniest bit of sound as they slapped together. Over time he went faster and harder, I screamed his name, digging my nails into his back.

"F-Fuck Sam..." He grunted as he went faster, making me closer to the edge. "Sammy! I'm close!"

"M-Me to-Oh fuck!" He growled, and he cummed inside of me, neither of us paying attention to that fact.

-Time Skip (Cause I'm tired)-

I dried my hair with the white towel Sam had provided for me. His hair already magically dry as he walked in with the pair of clothes that had been on my bed.

"Here." He said as he handed me a pair of my old lingerie and long sleeve shirt that belonged to him.

"Thanks.." I take them from him and begin to put them on as his eyes never leave my body. It turns out they packed most of my stuff and put it in storage, which I'm glad they didn't throw it away.

When I was done, I look up at Sam who had those puppy dog eyes. He was now sitting on the bed, his hands running through his hair.

"...You ok Sammy?" I walk closer to him, he nods but looks away, biting his lip to keep him from sobbing. I wrap my arms around him while rubbing his back. He immediately responded by pulling me closer, never letting go, cause he was afraid I'd disappear.

"Sammy it's not your fault." I stroke his hair, while kissing the top of his head.

"I should've been there...I-I..." He cried, he lifted his head "I lost you...I lost you Y/n..all because you wanted to tell me you loved me...the reason I've been sleeping in your bed was because I wanted to smell you. To remember your scent because I had begun to forget it. I forgot how your voice sounded, how you smelled, the only thing I could remember was the cold dead stare that you had in your face when we found you...I couldn't do it Y/n..I couldn't cope with the fact that you were gone..I can't lose you again..." I was shocked, I've never seen Sam this vulnerable before. Well I have, but that was when Dean went to hell. I slowly place my legs on either side of his, straddling his waist and kiss him.

"I'm here, Sam. I'm here...and I never plan on leaving you again."

Part 3 will be posted within the week. So stay tuned for the next chapter.

Part 1