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the-teufort-nine · 2 months ago

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Okay so I don’t know if you do part 2 requests…but if you do, an aftermath thing of the respawn fic would be sooo good.

I’m thinking it could be something w the ride home, or the few days after everyone gets home or maybe just the months after? And how the mercs treat the Chemist until everything is “normal” again?

If you don’t do part 2 requests that’s just fine!

The story is soooo good omg!!!

The Chemist Reader is back! This is part 2... OF THREE! That's right, I'm doing one more gn!Chem reader fic to finish off this little series. For now though, enjoy just over 9000 words of BLU Chemist and their attempt to get home!

Mercs x GN!Reader | Respawn Malfunction PART 2: The Long Way Home

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Hurt/Comfort, Team Bonding | SFW, but it veers into talking about NSFW topics near the middle-ish to end| Cw: starvation, temp character death (yes, again!), vomiting, mentions of graphic death, mention of attempted date rape (nothing happens!!), self deprecation ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Featuring:

Everyone! Even Miss Pauling is here! Plus, a familiar, friendly(?) face at the end...

Scenario: After getting rescued from their unfortunate Respawn spot, the BLU Chemist embarks on a road trip back to New Mexico with their team. Everyone wants their attention it seems, but are they really worth all this fuss?

The smell of Engineer’s truck was very similar to that of his workshop; leather, oil, and coffee permeated the air, settling over you like a well-loved blanket. It was a stark contrast from the bitter, sterile cold air of the base you’d ended up in, which was far behind you now. You’d woken up a short time ago, content to simply look out the window in comfortable silence while Engineer drove. You lifted your head from its place on your seatbelt as you felt the vehicle begin to slow, arching a sleepy brow at Engineer. The Texan lifted up his goggles and gave you a comforting smile as he continued to park his truck.

“We’re makin’ a rest stop. You up fer some McDonalds?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

Predictably, you perked up, blanket slipping off your shoulders as you sat up straighter. Fast food had become a rare treat during your time working for Mann Co., and you weren’t about to pass on this opportunity. Engineer chuckled at your reaction and reached over to pat your leg.

“That’s what ah’ thought. Now, you stay right there, and ah’ll go ‘n grab ‘ya somethin’ tah eat.” Engineer said, before opening his door and stepping out into the darkness of the early morning.

As you busied yourself with readjusting your blanket, the door opened again, but it wasn’t Engineer slipping into the seat this time.

“Morning, sunshine!” Soldier greeted, pushing up his helmet slightly to look at you, “The grease monkey has tasked me with guarding you while the others retrieve breakfast!”

“Yeah? Well, I feel safer already.” You replied kindly, before yawning, “No one is dumb enough to mess with you, Sol.”

The man grinned and cracked his knuckles. “If you were not so weak, I would welcome the challenge! I have the strength of a thousand eagles coursing through my veins!”

You glanced down at your arms, missing the muscle that used to be there. You could barely hold the thermos Sniper had given you, let alone any sort of weapon. “Heh, yeah… guess I’m not going to be very useful for a while, huh?”

Soldier’s grin fell as he picked up on your despondent tone. Though he was far from being the smartest man on the team, even he could see that you were feeling upset. He looked at you, really looked at you, and realized that you were even frailer than he’d thought. You looked as though you were one strong breeze away from toppling over, and a surge of protectiveness shot through him. He’d failed you once, but he’d be damned if he allowed you to be hurt again.

“Wipe that sorry look off your face, maggot!” He lightly tapped you on the head, exercising more restraint than he ever had before, “We are a TEAM, and that means that we look out for one another! We will cover for your weaknesses until you have all your glorious strength returned to you, and you WILL get strong again!”

Soldier pushed a finger into your chest lightly, the pressure barely noticeable through your blanket and uniform. “You stared God in the face and then kicked him in the nuts! You clawed your way back from death and made Respawn spit you back out! The RED team will be crapping in their pants at the mere sight of you! Sun Tzu himself would be proud of you, son, and I am proud to call you my friend and teammate!”

Your vision went blurry as fat tears started to form in the corners of your eyes, but you were smiling as you wiped them away. That was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever said to you, even if it was more shouted than said.

“Thanks, Solly.” You sniffed, giving your friend the best smile you could manage, which prompted him to shuffle closer and throw an arm around you, drawing you into his side.

You let your head rest on the space just above his breast, turning slightly so your cheek was pressed against his jacket. He shifted his hold, letting his arm curl around your midsection as you made yourself comfortable. Soldier reached up and took his helmet off, setting it aside for now. Normally, he’d be loathe to leave himself so vulnerable, but he needed to prioritize your safety, which meant insuring that he had the best possible range of vision. What if some communist bastard, or, God forbid, a member of the RED team tried to sneak up on you two? He needed to be prepared!

It was just a little hard to give his surroundings his full attention, though, when he had you resting on his chest. Normally, any kind of touch he got was rough, even if it was a friendly shove or tight, squeezing side hug. This, however, was different; soft and warm and different in a good way. You were totally relaxed, letting your eyes slowly shut as you sighed contently, grateful for the extra warmth. You felt very small in his hold, and that fact made Soldier's stomach flip flop about. On one hand, it was pleasing to know that you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep next to him while you were like this, trusting that he would keep you safe. On the other hand, it was almost terrifying to realize how vulnerable you were in that moment, how easily he could feel bone, where there had once been a healthy amount of fat and muscle. He was used to seeing you as a strong, capable fighter, and while he was sure you could still whip up one of your crazy little mixtures that made people’s faces melt off, you wouldn’t have the strength to use it.

Well, he supposed he’d just have to throw it for you.

Lost in thought, he missed Engineer’s approach, and startled when the driver side door suddenly opened. He cocked his free arm back instinctively, but just as quickly lowered it when he saw Engineer, who was holding an armful of drinks, fries, and hamburgers. The goggle-wearing man chuckled quietly when he saw the situation his normally gruff teammate was in.

You were halfway wrapped around him, cuddling up close in your sleep. Soldier had allowed you to position yourself how you wanted, and you had all but put yourself in his lap, tucking yourself beneath his chin and nuzzling against the collar of his uniform. He awkwardly lifted you up, shuffling into the passenger seat as Engineer slid into the truck next to him, setting down the food wherever there was free space.

“Looks like someone found a comfortable spot, huh?” He joked, unwrapping a cheeseburger and handing it to Soldier, who bit into it hungrily, “Can’t exactly blame ‘em for wantin’ a warm place to sleep, ‘specially after what they’ve been through.”

Soldier hummed in agreement as he swallowed. “I want to let them sleep, but I also want them to eat. They're… worse than I realized.”

Engineer frowned. “Ah know what ‘ya mean, Solly, but the Doc says we gotta be real careful about how much we let ‘em eat at first.”

“What? Why?”

“ ‘Parently their body is gonna need time to readjust to havin’ food in it, and if they eat too much, they'll just throw it right back up.” Engineer explained, “Really, we should be givin’ em a protein shake or somethin’, but ah think they'd choke me out if ah told ‘em they were gettin’ McDonald's, and then didn't give it to ‘em.”

Soldier snorted at the mental image of you grappling with the Texan, but froze up when you groaned and shifted, eyes blinking open. You yawned and rubbed at your eyes, before freezing right alongside your friend when you realized the position you were in. You blushed and leapt back as far as you could go, cursing when the back of your head smacked against the windshield.

“SHIT!” You yelped, grabbing onto your aching skull as your vision faded in and out. A rush of nausea started tumbling up from your guts, and you all but vaulted yourself out of the car as coffee and hot bile splashed up out of your throat and onto the dusty parking lot ground below.

You gagged and spat, wavering in place as you fought to stay upright. Hands were suddenly on your back, steadying you and at the same time soothing you. The rough voice of your only Australian teammate reached your ears over the sound of your vomiting, and you instinctively leaned into his touch, grateful for the support.

“There ‘ya go mate, get it all out.” Sniper said softly, rubbing the space between your shoulder blades. “I'm surprised ‘ya made it this long without sickin’ up.”

“They alright?!” Engineer called from behind you, a tinge of panic in his voice.

“Yeah, just got a bit of an upset stomach!” Sniper called back, wrapping an arm around you as you finally finished getting everything out of your system. “Come on then, let's getcha’ lyin’ down, yeah?”

“But I'm hungry.” You whined, feeling your stomach growl at the loss of what little sustenance your coffee had provided.

“I know, Roo. I know.” Sniper said sympathetically, “But if ‘ya eat somethin’ now, yer just gonna yack it back up again.”

You grumbled and wiped at your mouth, straightening up as best you could as Sniper led you to his van. By this point, the others had returned from their journey to the holy golden arches, and had realized something was wrong. Scout, who was midway through his second hamburger, almost dropped the damn thing as he rushed over to your side.

“Woah, what the hell happened? I thought they was takin' a nap?” He frowned, before reaching over to fix a part of your uniform that had become uncomfortably tucked, “Yo, Chem, not to be rude or nothin’, but you seriously look like crap. You feelin’ alright?”

“Clearly not, garçon stupide.” Spy suddenly materialized from the darkness of the early morning, a cigarette in his mouth and a sneer on his face, “And I'm sure your incessant yapping isn't helping.”

“Your bloody second hand smoke ain't doin’ wonders either, Spook, so shut yer mouth.” Sniper growled, both to defend his friend and to piss off his teammate.

“Chemist, would you like to come and ride in style for a while? I assure you that it will be more comfortable than the laborer’s rusted box on wheels.” Spy asked you, pointedly ignoring both Sniper's statement and Engineer's affronted yell.

You thought for a moment, considering your options. You were probably less likely to make a fool of yourself in Spy's presence, especially since you were sure the man wouldn't tolerate your strangely intense need to be close to someone, but on the other hand…

“Can I eat my McDonald's in the car?” You asked finally. Spy wrinkled his nose.

“That disgusting American grease slop? Absolutely not.”

“I'm going with Sniper.” You said immediately, allowing yourself to be led away by the marksman, who was grinning in a borderline feral way at the stunned Frenchman.

Sniper showed him a very specific, very unkind hand gesture as he helped you up into his camper van. Heavy was sitting in the passenger seat, munching on a box of fries that you would kill a man to have right now. Demo was lounging on one of the kitchen chairs, but sat up when he saw you and Sniper approach.

“Finally managed to steal ‘em away from Engie and Solly, eh Snipes?” Demo greeted, though his face fell a bit when he saw how heavily you were relying on Sniper. “Ack, what's wrong, Chem? Not feelin' too well?”

“Something like that.” You murmured, head lolling slightly. Now that a bed was in sight, another nap really didn't sound too bad.

“Here ya go mate.” Sniper gently lowered you down, making sure not to jostle you too much, “Now, I know you want yer Macca’s, but I've got some Vegemite an’ toast and some hot lemon with Manuka honey that you can have in a bit, and it'll stay down much easier, I promise. Me mum used ta give me that when I was sick, and it did wonders fer me.”

“Sounds good.” You replied, not even really taking in what he said. He was talking about giving you food, and that was all your sleepy brain needed to know.

A woolen blanket was pulled over you, and a warm, calloused hand ran itself through your hair before slowly lifting your protective goggles off your head, setting them aside somewhere. The hand returned for a moment, gently pressing against your forehead, lingering there for just a heartbeat longer than maybe it needed to, before slowly retracting. You frowned at the sudden lack of touch, but there was little you could do to call it back.

Admitting you needed it was a weakness you weren't quite ready to voice yet.

“Come on now, laddie, time to wake up. Yer breakfast is ready.”

You groaned and cracked an eye open, blinking slowly at Demo, who was sitting on the bed. You pushed yourself up, eyes gravitating towards the tray your teammate was holding. There was a plate with two warm, buttered slices of toast topped with a thin layer of Vegemite spread, cut into four individual triangles, and a mug of what smelled like lemon and honey, just as Sniper had promised.

“Can I please eat that?” You begged, uncaring of how desperate it made you sound.

“Well, it ain't for ye to look at.” Demo joked, startling slightly as you snatched a piece of toast and practically all shoved it into your mouth. “Jesus! Slow down there, Chem! You'll make yerself sick again.”

You growled at the demolition expert, baring your teeth when he moved to try and reach for your hand. You hadn't eaten in nearly two days, your body had been robbed of anything it could feed off of, and Demo wanted you to slow down?

Hah, fat chance.

The Scot held his hands up in surrender, knowing a lost cause when he saw one. Also, he didn't feel like losing a hand, not when Medic was riding in a different car.

You scarfed down the Vegemite toast, your body rejoicing as precious, precious salt finally entered your mouth. Normally, you'd turn your nose up at the salty spread, but at that moment, that piece of toast may as well have been a gift from God himself.

If you threw this up, you were actually going to cry.

With that thought in mind, you slowed down, taking the time to carefully chew your mouthful before swallowing. You let what you ate settle before you dared to try and ingest anything else. When your stomach didn't turn, you reached for the mug, blowing lightly on the liquid before taking a tentative sip.

It was very warm, but not so hot that you couldn't drink it. The lemon washed away the awful taste of vomit that lingered in your mouth, and the honey soothed your dry throat like nothing else. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to bask in the warmth and comfort.

“Holy shit,” you croaked, setting the mug down as you turned to face Demo, “that tasted so good. We need to have Sniper make dinner more often or something, because he clearly knows what he's doing.”

“He said his mum taught him how to make it, and mums always know how to make somethin’ that makes ‘ya feel better.” Demo said, handing you another slice, “Now, slowly this time. I mean it! ‘Ya looked like a bloody wild dog just now.”

“Cut me some slack, D, I'm literally starving over here.” You said as you bit into the toast, “I think I'm allowed to have some bad table manners, yeah?”

“Aye, I suppose ‘ya got me there.” Demo conceded, though he still looked concerned, “ ‘m just worried about ye throwing it up before yer body can digest it.”

You nodded, chewing and swallowing what was in your mouth before replying.

“I know. I don't wanna puke again either. It's just-” You took in a breath, ignoring how even that simple action was harder than usual, “I'm so fucking hungry. I feel like my stomach is going to burn right through my abdomen, but I know I can't eat too much too quickly, or I'll just be sick again.”

Demo patted your shoulder, giving you a pitying look. “It'll be alright, Chem. The hard part’s already over. Ye survived the impossible and made it back to us, now it's our turn to help ya get back to yer old self.”

“Yeah.” You said quietly, looking at your reflection in the mug’s liquid. A gaunt, pale mockery of your face stared back. You could hardly even recognize yourself, and a small, dark part of yourself wondered if you ever would again.

“My old self.”

The next time you all stopped, it was well into mid morning. Sniper had pulled into the parking lot of a motel, Spy and Engineer following after him. Apparently, the only people with valid driver's licenses were you, Sniper, Engineer, Spy, and Miss Pauling, and you were all either exhausted or in no condition to be driving. Therefore, you were booking rooms at this dinky little motel so that they could rest and not kill all of you by falling asleep at the wheel.

It was Heavy that led you into the building, letting you lean against him for support. He’d offered to carry you, but you wanted to preserve some sense of dignity, if you could help it. Also, you figured it might upset your team further if they thought you couldn’t even walk. Pyro already looked ready to pounce everytime you wobbled, and you weren’t oblivious to the concerned looks Engineer and Spy were giving you.

“маленький химик will be staying with Doktor. He wants to do check up, to make sure there is not any hidden problems.” Heavy explained, before lowering his voice, “Heavy knows you are tired, but please go along with it. Doktor is very worried, even if he does not say it.”

“Don’t worry, Heavy, I’ll behave.” You promised, “I could do with sleeping a little less anyway.

Heavy nodded and led you to your room, handing you the key for it. You unlocked the door and pushed it open, smiling at Medic, who was unpacking various syringes and pills from a bag and placing them next to his Medigun.

“Ah, Heavy, Chemist, right on time!” he greeted, walking over to you two.

Quick as a whip, he pulled up your sleeve and injected you with a clear liquid. You yipped in surprise, rubbing the sore area as he withdrew the needle. “Ouch! What the hell was that?!”

“Magnesium Sulfate!” he replied cheerily. “I also have a shot of Thiamine and Potassium I need to administer before I give jou more vitamin tablets.”

“Couldn’t I just have taken a magnesium tablet?” You questioned in a deadpan voice, unnamused with your colleague’s method of getting you to take your vitamins. Heavy patted your shoulder one more time before leaving the room, likely to go and find his own.

“Ja, but zhis is much quicker, und I know it vill actually stay in jour body.” Medic waved one hand animatedly, the other one reaching for another syringe, “Herr Sniper told me jou vomited earlier, und that jou didn’t finish your breakfast.”

“I couldn’t. I felt full after two slices of toast and a couple of sips of my drink.” You groaned, flopping down onto your bed, “I didn’t even get to have my cheeseburger. It’ll be all cold and gross now.”

“I’m sure jou vill have another chance to get one.” Medic comforted as he jabbed your arm with another needle. You winced, but said nothing. “Ve are still about 10 hours away from zhe base.”

“We are?” You asked, sitting up abruptly, “Jesus, how far out was I?”

“The base jou respawned in was in Montana. Currently, ve’re somewhere in Wyoming.” Medic rubbed his chin, thinking, “To be honest, I have no idea how or vhy jou ended up so far away. Jou should have respawned in a much closer location, or not at all!”

“Yeah, it doesn’t make much sense to me, either.” You said, rolling up your other sleeve as Medic produced the final shot, “Maybe that one was the last one that was activated? Are there… are there other RED and BLU teams that use them?”

Medic paused, considering.

“I… am not sure.” he said finally, gently taking your offered arm into his hands as he pressed the needle into your skin, “I haven’t heard of any other teams, but I suppose it's possible. It's as good an explanation as any.”

“Well, I’m glad it brought me back.” You said, glancing up at Medic, “I gotta admit, I was shocked to see you guys. I can’t believe you all drove to Montana just for me, especially Miss Pauling.”

“Vell, vhy vouldn’t ve? Jou vould do the same for any of us, ja?” Medic asked, putting a bandage over your injection sites.

“Well, yeah, of course.” You replied quickly, “But, wouldn’t it have been easier to just… get a new Chemist?”

Your eyes had flicked towards the floor, so you didn’t see the way Medic tensed up. The German curled his hands into fists for a few seconds as he took a deep, calming breath. “Vhat do you mean?”

“Well, there’s not really anything special about me. I mean, Scout can run faster than anyone, Soldier is completely fearless, Heavy is, like, the strongest guy ever, Sniper could shoot a bat out of the night sky, Pyro makes even the toughest men afraid just by breathing near them, Demo can make crazy explosives, Engie can make anything, Spy can be anyone, and you can successfully play God on a daily basis!” You said, listing off everyone’s skills, “And then there’s… me. I mix chemicals and throw them at people. Pretty much anyone could do my job.”

“Jou believe jourself to be disposable.”

You cringed slightly at Medic’s cold tone. “I guess. I might have said it in a nicer way, though.”

You watched as Medic took a deep breath in, said something quietly under his breath in German, and then walked over to his bag and retrieved a few vitamins before striding back over to you.

“Take zhese, und don’t move. I vill be back.” he said, before exiting the room.

You tilted your head and frowned as Medic closed the door behind him. You felt as though you had upset your teammate, but you weren’t exactly sure how. Nothing you said had been untrue, after all.

Popping the tablets into your mouth, you made yourself comfortable, positioning your pillows so they supported your back as you lay down. The covers of the bed were cheap and scratchy, but the room was slowly warming up, and you could deal with a little discomfort. After an embarrassing amount of time and effort, you managed to wiggle your way under the blankets. A TV sat on the dresser on the other side of the room, but you couldn’t see the remote for it anywhere. You’d have to ask Medic if he’d seen it when he came back from wherever it was he’d wandered off to.

About 10 minutes passed, and you were, annoyingly, beginning to nod off again, when suddenly your door opened once more. You leaned forward, eyes widening when you realized that everyone was walking into your room.

Soldier and Demo came in first, making themselves at home at the foot of your bed. Scout, a very tired Miss Pauling, and Pyro came in next. Scout was quick to drape himself across the middle of your bed like a cat, while Pyro flopped down next to you.

Apparently, your bed was the best seat in the house to your teammates.

Sniper and Spy followed after them, both exhausted men scowling at each other but refusing to disperse too far into the room, both of them determined to stay near you. Engineer, who was holding a cup of shitty motel coffee, claimed one of the plush, cigarette-scented seats that sat in the room’s corners after he walked in. Finally, Heavy and Medic entered, with Heavy moving over to sit on his companion’s bed. The large man shot you a questioning look, but all you could offer him was an equally confused shrug. You didn’t know what was going on.

“Docteur, I assume you have a reason for interrupting our rest so early into our stay?” Spy groused, reaching for his cigarettes.

“Of course, Herr Spy.” Medic replied, before turning to Miss Pauling, “Fräulein Pauling, vhy did you go to retrieve our Chemist?”

Everyone in the room turned to look at Medic with a look of confusion. Why would the doctor ask such a thing?

“Wh- because they needed help?” the raven haired woman waved her hands around, “Why wouldn’t I go get them?”

“Vould it not simply be easier for us to let zhem die und replace zhem?” Medic asked, and you winced slightly, hearing your own question spoken in such a way. You hadn’t used the word ‘die,’ but it had been implied.

At Medic’s words, the room erupted into noise, your team wasting no time in jumping to your defense.

“Yo, Doc, what da hell?!” Scout shouted, pushing himself up. He quickly turned towards you, holding his hands up, “Don’t listen to that guy, Chem. He must’a taken too much of his own stock.”

“Now where the hell is this comin’ from?” Engineer spat, roughly slamming down his coffee. “We would never just- just replace Chem! ‘Specially not when we knew they were alive!”

The other mercenaries shouted out various forms of agreement, some of them looking just about ready to jump the man.

“Doktor spent many nights contemplating shredding application forms for new Chemist.” Heavy added, sending his friend a questioning yet stern look, “You should explain yourself, старый друг.”

“I vas simply asking questions zhat our Chemist asked me only a few moments ago.” Medic replied calmly, clasping his hands behind his back. “It seems as zhough they believe zhemself to be disposable, zhat zhey did not deserve to be saved, because zhey believe zhat ve could replace zhem easily.”

The eyes that had been on Medic shifted to look towards you, and you shrank down as much as possible. You would have felt more comfortable if they’d pointed a loaded gun at your head.

“Chemist,” Miss Pauling started, “do you know why the Administrator sent me to recruit you?”

You shook your head.

“Well, the first reason is because the DNA sample I took from you proved that you were Respawn compatible.” she started, pressing her hands together, “The second reason is because when you saw some guy trying to roofie me in a bar, you stole his drink, spiked it with a specialized mixture that you created, and then you convinced him to chug it by betting him five bucks that he couldn’t. Do you remember what happened next?”

“He went to the bathroom because he didn’t feel good.” You recalled with a smile, “Then he melted.”

“Yeah, because you spiked his drink with something that, upon contact with stomach acid, turned into fluoroantimonic acid!” Miss Pauling exclaimed, “A regular person could never do that! Hell, even an experienced chemist couldn’t do half the things you do!”

“Jesus Lord Almighty!” Engineer chuckled, pushing up his goggles to look you in the eye, “Remind me to never make you angry.”

“Point is,” Miss Pauling drew your attention back to her, “You are not disposable. It would be easier to clone you then it would be to replace you, because you are smart, talented, and just as batshit insane as the rest of these bloodthirsty lunatics. No offence, guys.”

Your team nodded along with her words, giving you reassuring looks.

“She’s right! Yer absolutely cracked, but yer one of us!” Demo crowed, lifting his Scrumpy bottle to toast you.

“HUDAH HUDAH HUDAH!” Pyro cheered, wrapping you up in a warm, tight hug. You grinned and shoved your face into their shoulder, tears wetting your eyes as you nuzzled the blue material.

“Congratulations, you have learned what everyone here already knew.” Spy said, patting you lightly on the back as you lifted your head to peek back at him, “I will be taking my leave now. Do not wake me again unless zhe building is on fire.”

“I hate to agree with Spoi, but, yeah,” Sniper nodded, reaching over to ruffle your hair, “I’m about to drop ‘mself. I’ll see you all at dinnah.”

“Ah’ll see m’self out as well.” Engineer said, getting to his feet, “Get some rest, darl’. We’ll get you somethin’ decent fer dinner.”

“Any chance we can have a sleepovah, Doc?” Scout asked, breaking out the puppy dog eyes.

“Nein.” Medic said firmly, planting his hands on his hips.

“Worth a shot.” Scout sighed, giving you a fistbump as he slid off the bed. “Ey, Chem, no more talkin’ crap about my best friend, or I’m gonna have to lay down the hurt, understand?”

“YES!” Soldier agreed loudly, “IF I HEAR YOU PUTTING YOURSELF DOWN AGAIN, I WILL BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA YOU! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!”

“Yes sir.” You replied, giving him a salute as Pyro reluctantly pulled away. They reached into one of their pockets and withdrew a box of matches that had been decorated with crayon. Pyro tucked it into your hands and pressed their gasmask against your head in an almost kiss-like way.

The rest of the team and Miss Pauling shuffled out of the room one by one, each of them waving goodbye or acknowledging you in some way before they left. Medic fixed you with a kind, if mildly smug look as the last of your team left.

“Do jou still see jourself as disposable, mein Chemiker?”

You didn’t quite understand what his last words had been, but you managed to infer that he was saying your name, so you nodded, smiling. “No. Not at all.”

Medic matched your grin with one of his own, though the doctor’s showed far more teeth. “Wunderbar! Now, let’s get zhe rest of zhose vitamins in jou! Ve have so many to get zhrough!”

By the time dinner had rolled around and your team had started to wake up, Medic had given you enough vitamins and nutrient boosters to kill an elephant. He’d also done a thorough examination of your insides, which included him setting the Medigun to low, switching it to automatic mode, and cutting you open from collarbone to pelvis. He had been quite happy to inform you that your organs had not been affected by your turbulent trip through Respawn.

Thank God you’d insisted on laying in the bathtub.

Engineer had knocked on your door as you were finishing getting dressed, and when you opened it, the Southerner revealed that he had gone out and found you something that you could both eat and that wouldn’t taste like garbage.

“It ain’t smoked brisket ‘n biscuits,” he commented as he set down a banana smoothie and a small fillet of salmon, “but I reckon it’ll do.”

“Engie, I could kiss you right now.” You warbled, close to crying.

The man flushed scarlet and rubbed at the back of his neck, but you were too focused on the food to notice. Engineer and Medic stepped out to get their own dinners, leaving you to enjoy yours.

The salmon was still warm, seasoned with a pinch of salt and a squeeze of lemon, and it yielded easily to your plastic fork. It went down easily and, more importantly, stayed down, even when you started to tentatively sip the banana smoothie. The smoothie was cold, smooth, and probably loaded in things that were good for you.

“I see zhat zhe laborer has finally managed to procure you a decent meal.”

You jumped slightly, scrambling to catch your drink as it slipped from your grip. Spy leaned against your doorway, arms crossed in a casual way as he watched you eat. He looked much more rested, the bags around his eyes having retreated.

“Do you feel sick at all?” he asked, arching a brow.

You shook your head. “Nah, Medic loaded me up with some stuff that's supposed to help me keep food down. You’d have to ask him exactly what it was, though.”

“Perhaps I shall.” Spy replied, “Come, mon féroce petit scorpion, you can finish your drink in zhe car.”

“But I thought I wasn’t allowed to have food in your car?” You questioned, wiggling forward towards the edge of your bed.

“I will make an allowance, just zhis once.” The masked man said, offering you his arm.

“Don’t want Sniper to scoop me up again?” You teased.

Spy’s nose wrinkled in displeasure. “Non. Zhe bushman does not look as zhough he got an adequate amount of sleep, and I will not risk your safety when we just got you back.”

“Awww,” you cooed, causing Spy to jerk his head away in embarrassment, “you big softie. I knew you loved me.”

“Dieu, sauve-moi de ma grande gueule et de mon cœur faible.” Spy muttered, pressing his free hand to his head.

“No idea what you just said there, pal.”

“Zhat is zhe point.” The Frenchman replied.

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. I’ll just get Scout to translate for me later.”

Spy shot you a confused look as you stepped outside. “Scout? Please, zhat illiterate cretin doesn’t speak French! He barely speaks English.”

“That’s what you think.” You insisted, raising your eyebrows, “I’ve heard him singing in French sometimes. Sounded to me like he knew exactly what he was saying.”

Spy’s brow furrowed, and the two of you fell into silence as he helped you to his car.

The interior of Spy’s car was just as luxurious as you imagined. Black leather seats were warm beneath your touch, and it was kept immaculately clean. You felt kinda bad even sitting in it, let alone bringing any kind of food or drink inside, but Spy had insisted, so you took your offered seat, which was the passenger seat.

“What kind of car is this?” You asked, carefully laying the blanket Spy had brought over your lap, just in case some of your smoothie somehow managed to leak.

“She is a Bizzarrini 5300 GT Strada.” Spy replied, reverently running a hand over the wheel as you whistled, “Gorgeous, non?”

“Absolutely.” You agreed, “I feel like I shouldn’t even be in this thing, it’s so nice.”

“You cannot possibly be a worse passenger than Scout.” Spy said, a hint of humour in his tone, “I can tell you are being careful. Relax, mon ami.”

You nodded, smiling shly.

Suddenly, the back doors opened, and Pauling, Medic, and Pyro all piled into the back.

“Herr Spy,” Medic started, “If jou wish to avoid a confrontation with Herr Sniper und Herr Engineer, I suggest jou start driving. Now. Zhey are not pleased zhat you whisked zhe Chemist away.”

“Well, zhey can, as Scout so often says,” Spy grinned sharply as the two aforementioned men burst out of the motel, yelling in the direction of the expensive car, “‘suck my dick.’”

You whooped in delight as Spy peeled out of the parking lot, laughing as a rush of wind blew against your face. Through your delighted giggles, you managed to buckle yourself in, grinning so wide your jaw ached as you saw both Sniper’s van and Engineer’s truck fly out onto the dusty road after you. Pyro laughed right alongside you, while Miss Pauling and Medic struggled to right themselves after gravity smushed the small woman into the doctor’s side.

“I didn’t know you were a speed demon!” You cheered, shouting to be heard over the wind.

“I do not often get to indulge, but,” Spy’s eyes twinkled with excitement, “yes, I do enjoy using zhe power my vehicle affords me.”

He adjusted the mirror, the orange light of the setting sun glinting in its reflection. “But even more so do I enjoy zhe thrill of a chase.”

Sure enough, both of the other vehicles were steadily gaining, and if you squinted, you could see both Sniper and Engineer gritting their teeth and glaring at Spy’s car.

“Why are they chasing us?” You questioned, confused.

“Because I have something zhey want.” Spy replied, shooting you a sideways glance, “Or, rather, someone.”

Your face suddenly felt very warm.

Maybe you had been wrong before. Maybe you really could have asked Sniper to keep his hand on your head. Maybe you didn’t have to leap off of Soldier’s lap, automatically assuming he was uncomfortable.

Maybe your teammates would be just fine with you desperately seeking their attention, their touch.

‘WOAH THERE NELLY!’ Your internal thoughts threw up a great big STOP sign, whacking you on the head with it, ‘Let’s change THAT line of thinking right now!’

Jesus Christ you needed to reread the dictionary definition of a ‘professional workplace relationship’ because clearly you had forgotten what it meant!

Quiet, ashamed, and unwillingly thinking about calloused hands brushing against your skin like some Victorian-era harlot, you returned to sipping your banana smoothie.

It was still very good. Just like the salmon Engineer had gone well out of his way to get specifically for you.

Stop stop stop stop.

Or like the blanket Spy had picked out and bought for you because he knew you would be cold, or like the hot lemon with special honey Sniper had made you, because he thought it would make you feel better.

STOP STOP STOP STOP!

‘They’re racing for you.’ A silky, pleased part of yourself whispered, ‘They’ve been fighting over your attention since you joined them, it’s just become much more obvious now. You could go right up to any of them, and they’d be more than happy to give you some attention.’

S H U T U P

Suddenly, the car swerved, jerking you out of your inner torment. Your straw, which was still inside your mouth, jabbed into the back of your throat. You gagged on reflex, slapping a hand over your mouth as the urge to vomit washed over you. You grimaced, winced from the pain, and breathed slowly in through your nose as Spy swore out the window.

“Espèce de chauve-souris stupide et aveugle! Quittez la route avant que je décide de vous y forcer!” he snarled at a vehicle that had veered into the wrong lane, huffing as he leaned back. He glanced over at you quickly, his expression becoming more concerned when he saw the look on your face. “Y/N? Are you alright?”

You swallowed, and sighed in relief when your stomach settled again. “I’m okay. Just got a bit jostled.”

“Do you need me to stop?”

You waved Spy off. “No, I’m fine, really. Just, maybe slow down a bit? Just until we’re back in the country.”

Spy nodded and eased off the gas, Sniper and Engineer following suit.

“Zhat is probably for zhe best. Zhe last zhing we need is to start a police chase.” Spy conceded.

“Yeah, that wouldn’t be good.” You frowned, “I think at least half of us probably have warrants out for our arrest somewhere.”

“More than half.” Both Medic and Miss Pauling chimed in from the back.

You nodded, leaning back in your seat. You thought about that; about who might be wanted for what. It was a decent distraction from your previous thoughts, and you welcomed it. Turning to look out the window, you watched as the sunsetting twilight changed into a beautiful, starry night sky. Come morning, as long as things stayed on track, you’d be home.

Spoiler alert: things did not stay on track.

You had been making your way through Colorado when it happened. You and Spy had been listening to a local radio station while Pyro, Miss Pauling, and Medic snoozed in the back. You would have been asleep too, but something about the clouds that had rolled in made you nervous. Just as Spy had been reaching to change the station, a sharp, piercing alarm sounded out from the radio.

“Alert! A tornado warning is being issued for the Limon area! All residents are urged to seek shelter immediately! Please gather up all children and pets and make your way to a basement or interior room! Avoid all windows and objects that may prove hazardous if they fall! If you are in a mobile home, in a vehicle, or are outside, please make your way to the nearest secure building!”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Spy gaped, looking frantically at the sky. The darkness brought an extra level of danger, and you felt your heart leap up into your throat.

“Is there even anywhere to shelter out here?!” You asked, your eyes darting about as you stuck your head out of the window. All that you could see was a flat expanse of fields that stretched out forever into the dark.

“Whuz goin’ on?” Miss Pauling groaned, rubbing at her eyes.

“Oh, nothing much.” You laughed nervously, “Just, uh, a tornado.”

“Was? Ein Tornado?” Medic said blearily, sitting up.

“Oui.” Spy confirmed grimly. He reached over to the radio and tuned it to a very specific frequency. “Bushman, laborer, I assume you have received zhe same warning?”

“Yeah mate.”

“Same here.”

“I suggest we make a break for zhe nearest town. It is only about a mile away.” Spy offered, pressing down on the gas pedal.

“Not like we got many options. We’re sittin’ ducks out here.” Engineer’s voice crackled through the car speakers. “You lead, we’ll follow.”

You put your window up and tightened your seatbelt, glancing back at the backseat passengers. “Can you guys wake Py up? We’ll wanna be ready to go once we stop.”

“Jawohl.” Medic agreed, reaching an arm behind Miss Pauling to gently nudge the firebug.

Spy treated the dark road like it was a professional racetrack, the engine of his car growling like a wild beast as he shot across the asphalt. You kept your eyes trained on the sky, cringing when a flash of lightning revealed a green sky.

“Man, we really have just the worst luck, huh?” You muttered.

“It is starting to seem that way.” Spy growled, his gaze anxiously flicking between the road and the ever worsening sky.

“What do we do if we get to town and there’s nowhere to hide?” You asked.

“We keep driving and pray we can get ahead of the storm.”

You gulped audibly.

Soon, the silhouettes of buildings came into view. As you passed the town sign, hail started to pour down. The little pellets of ice crashed against the car, bouncing off the windshield and tumbling down the road as the wind swept them away. You peered out into the storm, searching for a suitable hiding place.

“There!” You exclaimed, pointing towards a small, rundown mechanic shop. The sign was in pieces and graffiti covered the garage door, but the building itself looked stable.

“It will have to do.” Spy said, pulling off the road.

You hopped out of the car once it came to a stop, grunting when a powerful blast of wind pushed you against the vehicle. Strong hands suddenly gripped you, and you found yourself pulled against Miss Pauling, who was going her best to dig her heels into the ground. Medic and Spy came up on either side of you, helping to buffer the wind as Pyro ran to the side door, axe in hand.

Your little group of four made it to the door just as Pyro managed to break the lock. The arsonist let you in, holding the door as the rest of your team made a run for safety. The inside of the mechanic shop was dark and dusty, but the thick concrete and steel was a source of comfort.

“Is everyone alright?” Engineer asked, dusting hail off his shoulders.

Everyone made various noises of affirmation, fixing their own outfits and looking around the place. Scout skittered over to you and Pauling as a loud thunderclap rumbled outside, the runner not so subtly positioning himself next to you.

“Jeeze, you sure this place’ll hold up?” He asked, nervousness leaking into his voice.

“It’s better than being exposed outside.” Miss Pauling replied, before gently taking your hand, “Come on, Chem, let’s find somewhere to sit.”

You followed dutifully, Scout trailing along behind you. Miss Pauling managed to find some milk crates after many minutes of blindly feeling around in almost complete darkness before you remembered that you had been gifted a box of matches, and the three of you set them up in the middle of the room. You took off your blanket and shucked off your lab coat, laying them across the crates to act as a cushion. You could feel the chill of the shop creeping into your bones, but you ignored it, settling down in between Demo and Heavy.

“We’ve got some absolutely shite luck, lads.” Demo frowned, glancing towards the barricaded side door, “We could’a been near home by mornin’ if this damn tornado hadn’t come outta bloody nowhere!”

“My thoughts exactly.” You murmured, “Hopefully it blows over soon. We don’t exactly have any supplies prepared.”

“Hrr yuh filn righh?” Pyro asked.

“Yeah, Py, I’m okay. I can’t eat for another few hours anyways.” You reassured the arsonist.

“You gonna be warm enough in here? It’s kinda chilly.” Scout said, shuffling a bit closer to Pyro, who was always a good source of heat. The pyromaniac let the runner lean on them, amusing themself by lighting matches that they kept producing from God only know where.

“I’ll be fine. I can suck it up for a bit.” You replied.

Medic tsked from somewhere to your right, and, after a few moments of shuffling, you felt something warm being draped over your shoulders. It was kind of heavy, and when Pyro lit another match, you caught a glimpse of Medic’s Class symbol on the arm.

“Thanks, Doc.” You smiled softly, slippin the coat on.

“Zhink nothing of it. Jou are lacking jour usual body fat, and thus require additional help to keep jourself warm.” Medic said matter of factly.

“Hey Chem, I can think’a somethin’ that’d help warm you up real fast.” Scout called in a teasing, flirtatious tone, the Bostonian laughing before someone’s elbow made its way into his gut at a rapid pace.

“Thanks for the offer, but I think I’d like to be fucked for longer than 30 seconds.” You shot back, smirking when a chorus of ‘Ooooohs’ sounded out from your teammates.

Scout made a ‘pshh!’ sound and crossed his arms. “Uh, first of all, it wouldn’t be ‘30 seconds’, prick, second; whaddya mean you “think” you’d wanna be fucked longer than that? You a virgin or somethin’?”

“Scout,” Spy hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “use what few brain cells you possess and display a modicum of decorum, please.”

Your face turned a lovely shade of pink as you laughed awkwardly. “Well, uh…”

“Y’ don’t have to answer him, Chem. Lord only knows that boy needs to learn to stop runnin’ his damn mouth.” Engineer added, shooting a pointed look at Scout, who threw his hands up, exasperated.

“No, it’s fine.” You rubbed at the back of your head, feeling sheepish, “I am. A virgin, I mean. People didn’t exactly want to bang the weirdo who spent most of their time putting bugs in formaldehyde and playing with a kids chemistry kit, and then I started working with you guys, soooo… yeah.”

The room fell into a tense, awkward silence, broken only by the sound of the howling wind outside.

“I would.” Soldier said suddenly.

10 heads turned towards the helmet wearing man.

“What?” he asked, not a trace of shame in his voice. “The Chemist is a brave, capable, AMERICAN teammate who I have personally witnessed melt THREE RED bastards at once! The only way they could be more attractive is if they were the Statue of Liberty itself!”

Spy started to say something, but Demo cut him off.

“I gotta agree with Solly there, lads.” He nodded sagely, “Not about the statue bit, but yer a bonnie sight, Chem.”

“Too right.” Sniper piped up, his blush almost invisible in the infrequent matchlight Pyro provided.

“Sacrebleu, are you all truly going to salivate over our Chemist like a pack of wild dogs right in front of zhem?!” Spy yelled, gesturing towards you.

You were doing your very best impression of a well cooked lobster while trying to process what was happening at the moment, and thus did not really take in his statement.

“Now Spy,” Engineer teased, pushing up his goggles slightly to fix the masked man with a knowing look, “don’t go acting like you’re any better than these boys. You’ve either been struttin’ around like a peacock or poutin’ like a kicked puppy ever since we picked Chem up, and don’t think we haven’t noticed you always makin’ sure their spice cabinet and bakin’ ingredients never get too low.”

“Zhat is because sending zhem to Teufort is a death sentence and you know it!” Spy hissed back, “Besides, are you just going to sit zhere and pretend zhat you don’t invite zhem to dinner in your sacred domain just so you can show off all your little toys?”

“Both Spy and Engineer act like school girls with first crush.” Heavy said abruptly in a flat tone. “Is embarrassing. Please stop.”

“Nein! Please continue!” Medic clapped his hands, giddy, “Jour conflict is like eine Seifenoper!”

Heavy arched a brow at the German. “Doktor is worse than them! Is always circling Chemist like shark, waiting to take bite!”

“Augh! Zhat is not true!”

The team dissolved into arguing around you, leaving you and Miss Pauling as the lone outliers. The petite woman stealthily nudged her way through the group of arguing men and Pyro and made her way over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You, uh, you alright?” she asked in a low voice.

“I-” You started in a hoarse whisper, running your hand through your hair, gripping the strands, “I could have been getting fucked this whole time.”

“What?”

You put your head in your hands and let your head smack against your knees. “I have been living on a base with nine mercenaries who have been, apparently, thirsting after me and I didn’t notice. I am a fool, P, a blind, horny fool.”

Miss Pauling awkwardly patted you on the head. “There… there?”

“I’m so stupid!” You bemoaned, “How could this day possibly get any worse?”

CRRRRRACK-BOOM!

Everyone jumped as something slammed against the side door. The top of a utility pole lodged itself inside the doorway, live power lines lashing about like angry snakes as powerful winds surged inside, throwing the wires around. One of the wires was blown towards you and Miss Pauling, and you shoved her back on instinct, eyes widening in terror as a flash of white filled your vision. A sharp, burning sensation rocketed through your body, a metallic taste filling your mouth, before everything went dark.

The world came back to you in a burst of dull blue and gray hues.

A gentle pulse filled your ears, vibrating in your chest until it slowly waned, leaving you sprawled on a concrete floor. You gagged as your stomach turned violently, and you had to push yourself up onto your forearms to avoid choking on your own vomit. You spat, face curling into a disgusted sneer.

Respawn never had left you feeling very good, but these last two times were really starting to make you yearn for a more gentle return to life.

Slowly, through sheer willpower and what little energy you had left, you managed to get to your feet. The air here was much warmer than your previous Respawn location, and it smelled faintly of… apples?

Confused, but determined to find a phone, you hugged the walls for support as you once again navigated an unfamiliar building, hand trailing across the blue corrugated metal. You weren’t afraid this time around, just pissed off. You had died again? Seriously?! You had been so close to home! You could have been getting boned in a few hours!

Okay, well, maybe not that last one, but still!

As you passed a window, something caught your attention. You stopped for a moment, looking out into the, thankfully, clear night. It was still dark, obviously, but you could hear the sound of birds chirping. Morning was approaching, but that wasn’t what was on your mind.

There were lights on somewhere in the distance.

If you were standing in a BLU base, then…

Gritting your teeth, you picked up the pace, making a mental note to thank Medic for giving you all of those shots and vitamins. If he hadn’t, you likely wouldn’t have even been able to walk.

A cool night breeze caressed your face as you stumbled outside, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, missing your blanket. It took a while, but you eventually made your way over to a homely-looking farmstead, adorned in a colour you usually hated to see. Taking as deep a breath as you could manage, you walked up the porch steps and approached the door, pulling open the outer screen door to knock on the solid wood interior door.

You stepped back a fraction as the sound of footsteps approached, your eyes drooping with exhaustion as the adrenaline that came with returning to life began to fade, leaving you with a mix of a pins and needles-esque numbness and an encroaching headache.

The door swung open, and you found yourself looking down the barrel of a sawed-off shotgun.

“Who the hell are-!” the voice of the RED Engineer held the same southern drawl as your Engineer, and his eyes widened in the same adorable way when he was caught off guard.

“Morning, friend.” You greeted, giving the man the best smile you could muster at the moment, “Do you have a phone I could borrow?”

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mamawasatesttube · 9 months ago

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on the note of yj in owaw im also thinking about this bit of tim narration from yj98 #36...

tim is feeling betrayed and frustrated (understandably), but what stands out to me is how he thinks of "that whole guardian fiasco". in the earlier yj owaw tie-in, he and the others express disapproval of kon for "stealing government property":

they let it go at the end to move on, but...

but like, the baby in question is a cadmus clone (just like superboy himself), cloned from a man who expressly wished that he not be cloned and forced back into the fight after his death.

as an aside, clone baby guardian arc is possibly the BEST in sb94 - it's about bodily autonomy and the humanity and personhood of clones, and the dignity that should be afforded to all people vs the way waller & spence etc want to treat them as property and disposable, reusable weapons.

so i think overall tim and the rest of yj talking about that situation like this... well, those plot threads overall got dropped in the general aftermath of owaw, but it feels like a real missing scene to me. because realistically, given everything kon stands for and everything he went through for baby guardian's sake, to give him the right to choose, i think tim and the others all talking about it like "it's the government so they must be right" would not sit well with kon. (and frankly, would be a pretty solid in-universe reason for kon to further mistrust their orders re: rescuing the suicide squad members, leading up to him disobeying and trying to save steel.)

owaw is arguably the most serious conflict anyone in yj has been involved in up to this point (kon and bart were both present for genesis, but genesis wasn't... Like This, imo. kon was also involved at the destruction of coast city, but this is kind of a tangent.) my point is, up until this point, they are all kinda operating under the assumption that the government is generally on the side of the good guys. this is partly bc of how comics are written, of course, but also makes sense as an in-universe stance for most young heroes to take; tim in particular is definitely a lawful good, and at this point he doesn't understand that his personal rules don't always 100% line up with what the greater authority of The Government dictates.

kon is a contrast to this, because kon does not have the whole "grew up with a family as a part of normal society" backstory like tim and cassie do. kon's involvement with cadmus, a government-funded organization, generally is written such that cadmus are good, except that the closer we get to owaw, the more questionable their intent seems. we see the agenda and their push for eugenics. we see guardian being treated as a tool and not a person. we see waller taking over.

anyways, all of this is kind of to say - i think it's a real shame we don't actually see a big conversation between tim and kon in the aftermath of this. i want to SEE tim get that first real big crack in his worldview that makes him start to think that huh. maybe if lying to small time authority figures for the sake of doing good, like me lying to my dad about being robin, is justified... then maybe directly disobeying the law in the name of doing good is also justified. like, i want kon to look him in the eye and ask "do you think i'm government property, too, then, jackass?" and i want tim to have to really sit back and think on it. i wanna see that character development.

because like - it is a flawed viewpoint, that tim and the rest of yj were written to treat kon trying to free a baby like this. but it's also not an unrealistic one when they're all teenagers who haven't really necessarily had to face moral quandaries of "what's right vs what's lawful" with such high stakes before. i wish this plot had actually gone more places with everyone.

#rimi talks #all of this to say ....... missing scene fic when #maybe i make this part of my kon & steel agenda after i work on the kon & lois agenda sdkfjfh #sorry for the longass post. i just have SO many thoughts #kon #tim #guardian

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ladyrowrites · 1 year ago

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Promise Part 3

A/N: I just want to say, I freaking love Utahime right now!

Pairings: Gojo x Afab reader

Warning: Lots of angst and swearing, Mentions of cheating/alcohol, some degrading tones, Suicide and lots of death threats, MDNI!!!!

Wordcount: 7k+

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Chapter 3: Aftermath - The Spiraling

2 months later

Everything happened so fast as you busied yourself, moving on? After that drink at Utahime’s house, you wallowed in alcohol for about 3 more days and decided you need to get on your list.

Cut your hair (CHECK)

Quitting work. (Well not really because they relocated you to the place you were going and just by chance, Hawaii was one of them–CHECK)

Moving to a new place (CHECK)

You were sitting in a coffee shop that was near your new home and just doing some work when you saw a familiar face. No, he would not be here. But that bun and the peeking side hair… You both saw each other, confused at first but he smiled at you and went to your table.

“Suguru? What are you doing here?” You said surprisingly. This is so unexpected and of all places? What the fuck, universe?!

“Hey, mind if I sit here?” as he put his coffee down and sat. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He laughs softly.

“Uhm, no, I’m just really surprised.” You replied slowly.

“I just landed a few hours ago and had a client meeting. They wanted a vacation home near the ocean and you know how good I am at my job so they chose me to be their architect.” He said matter of factly, “So….this is where you went huh?” He was tiptoeing when he said that. Being careful not to hurt you or anything.

“Uh yeah.” Was all you said. You didn’t want anyone knowing where your new residence is except for your very close friends. Not even your parents or brother or any of your family members knew where you were. After canceling the wedding, everyone in your family except your brother was disappointed in you, especially your dad. He told you guys do that sort of thing every now and then and should have forgiven him. Your relatives were making side comments on how it was your fault he cheated. You were so done with everyone so you deleted all your social media accounts and changed your phone number. Only Utahime, Mei-Mei, Yuki, and Miwa know your new information. Now that Suguru found you, you were nervous as hell because you’ve been under the radar and you don’t want your peace disturbed again.

Suguru read your mind and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him.”

You looked confused, “Really? Why you guys fought or something?”

“Uh you can say that.” You looked more confused and gave him the side eye so Suguru laughed, “What? Best friends fight too you know? And also, let’s just get this straight, I didn’t like what he did to you. I was..” He looked at you deep in your eyes… you look so tired he thought, “Really disappointed at him.”

You just gave him a half-hearted smile. Of course, he pities you, everyone does. You eyed him suspiciously, “So you really just met me here by coincidence?”

“Yeah, I’m not stalking you. Why would I? Hmm? Except you wanted me to find you?” While crossing his arms. You just laughed softly at him. Hm, that genuine laugh has been a while.

“Fine, whatever.” You rolled your eyes at him.

He smirked at you, "By the way, love your new hair." You just tsked at him and went back to your work.

Since this surprising meeting, you have been seeing Suguru in the same coffee shop atleast 4x a week in the last 2 weeks. You talk about work and how you are adjusting to your life here. He said he’ll be going to Japan the next day but he’ll come back soon again to oversee his new architectural project.

“You know, I’m going to miss talking to you and your eye bags.” He jokingly mocked you.

“Miss me? I’m so boring to talk to and yah! My eye bags are my badge of honour.” You rolled your eyes again at him for the 5th time that day. If you’re being honest with yourself, you have been looking forward to your coffee shop visits. Suguru has been kind of like a fresh breath for the past 2 excruciatingly painful months. He tries his best to avoid talking about anything related to your ex-fiance and you’re thankful for that because you don’t know how much anymore you can handle.

The only thing keeping you afloat for life right now is work and after that you always try to go to the beach for walks and see the beautiful sunset. One time, you took Suguru on one of your walks by the beach because he insisted on dinner (He noticed you lost a lot of weight) but you have no appetite for anything so you convince him to watch the sunset instead. You both sat quietly while the wind was humming gently. He saw tears on your face but you wiped it quickly with your right hand. This must be what you were doing every late afternoon he thought. He wished he punched his best friend harder.

As it is the 2nd week of summer, you and your closest friends always had the tradition of going away for a week to do something together or even nothing. Just to hang out and catch up. This year, of course, they went to your new house to help you get more settled. There’s so many things you still need to buy for your new house and it was just kind of overwhelming for you so you only had the basics for now.

You couldn’t thank them enough as they helped you while you were settling here. Miwa was in charge of helping you find a house right away especially when all you said was just near the ocean. It was your only criteria. Mei-Mei was in charge of getting your car from your ex-fiance’s place and selling it. It wasn’t an easy task but it was a fit for Mei-Mei as Gojo pleaded to know where you are but all she replied was, “And do what? Break her heart some more, slut?” And drove off to the buyer. She was also helping Yuki cancel all your wedding plans. Yuki was able to get all your deposit from the catering and flower shop, thanks to her charms, which helped a ton because you sure needed the extra money.

Utahime was tasked with the hardest one. Your wedding dress. They called you as it was half done and they needed you to do fitting again for some adjustments. She volunteered to get your dress from the shop and the only thing you told her was, “Burn it for all I care.”

The last thing you texted your ex-fiance was, “I’m cancelling all the wasted wedding plans you fucked up. The only thing I need from you is to handle the wedding venue since you paid for it.”

And now you are here, making a small fire with your friends in your front yard, the beach. They said they wanted smores but, Utahime had another plans. She presented you your wedding gown. Holy shit. This was supposed to be your “dress”. The “dress” you were supposed to say yes to forever. It was an ethereal and airy look with lace tube on the top with cute puffy sleeves and silk flowing fabric bottom but there were still missing pieces on it. You were going to have a beach wedding in Bali but that was all in the past.

“I thought you threw them out.” You said tiredly while running your hands on your hair. They were all looking at you excitedly tho and you were just frustrated, yet again. Utahime just raised her eyebrows at you and smirked. All of your friends' hands were clasped together and looked at you, hoping you’re understanding what's about to happen.

You put your hands on your mouth, “Oh no… No… Are you guys?”

“OH YES!” They all said in unison

“BABY, LET IT FUCKING BURN!!!!!” Utahime yells, she hands you the dress, you looked at it sighing thinking the what ifs and how happy he would see you in this dress but your friends snapped you back to reality, “Girl do the fucking honour!” Mei-Mei nudges you.

Miwa plays ‘Burn by Usher’ and they all said, “Speech!”

You were caressing your dress and tears were spilling out yet again, but you cleared your throat and started singing the song played because there were no words left to say.

'I think that you should let it burn

When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to

But you know, gotta let it go 'cause the party ain't

Jumpin' like it used to, even though this might bruise you (No, no)

Let it burn, let it burn, gotta let it burn'

With each song lyrics, you slowly let your wedding dress go and watched it all engulfed in flames. They sang with you wholeheartedly. You all watched as your wedding dress turned to ash. You were also hoping your feelings for him would turn to ashes.

You excused yourself and told them that you were just going to grab more drinks. While you were in the kitchen, you heard a loud ping from your laptop. You forgot to turn off your work email and since you’re on vacation, you were going to turn it off when you saw who it was from.

To: y/n’s email address

From: [email protected]

Hey Y/N,

Hmm? I don’t know how to introduce myself… This is the circumstance I never wanted to be in but alas here we are. I’m the woman that Satoru slept with. I will not say sorry because I wanted it to happen and I knew he wanted it to happen too. He kept saying he will break up with you but he was taking so long so I just had to do something you know?

Anyway, we are pregnant. I don’t know why I am saying this to you but I kinda felt I have to? He said he didn’t want to be responsible for this but he has to.. So I’m emailing you to ask for your help because you know him best? Please? I don’t want my child to be fatherless. Please, don’t put this to your conscience….

Soon to be mom,

Anika

FUCK!

You began smashing all your glasses/plates, everything your hand falls to and all your friends heard, good thing the fire has been out, and they all ran to you worriedly.

“What happened, are you okay?” Utahime was the first one to get to you. You began wailing again and cursing at him. Miwa put her hands on her mouth, “Oh my fucking god.” And pointed at the email.

Yuki began reading it out aloud. Mei-Mei started cursing with you, “That's it! I will go back to Japan tonight and fucking kill that bitch whore mother fucker!!!!”

Utahime was just hugging you until you fell to the floor. Just when you were about to forget, it all comes crashing back to you. MAKE IT STOP! SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP, PLEASE!

Needless to say, this night was full of alcohol, swearing, death threats from all your friends to your assshole ex-fiancé and his slut. You were just quiet the whole night, done with everything. The fucking gall and audacity of that woman. TO ASK YOU FOR YOUR HELP TO GET YOUR EX-FIANCE TO—- UGH! You couldn’t even. What the fuck was happening? You were trying to get away from him, from all the toxicity but why was life still dragging him back to you?

Your friends were all drunk and passed out in your living room and you were the last woman standing. Your alcohol tolerance upped for sure from all the “numbing” you have been doing.

It’s 6am in the morning and the sun is shining brightly at your house as it is mostly windows facing the beach. You decided to stand up even though you were hazy from all the drinking. You went to the beach and your body started going in the water. You felt numb and lifeless as you walked down the sand. You just wanted this pain to end. ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH! There were no tears left and no words were enough to be said. Your heart wanted to sink and stop. You looked at how the water was so blue and clear - fuck, it reminds you of his eyes. You wanted to drown again – to look deeply in his cerulean eyes one more time so you began to walk more, away from the shore. Until water covers all of you. Your body slowly sinks and your eyes close steadily, trying to listen to your heart beat but it won’t start anymore.

Utahime woke up from the sun being in her eyes, she slowly opened them. She got up and began to look for you, “Y/N?” Y/N?” She searched in your room, bathroom, and even in your backyard, but you weren’t there.

She started to panic and she woke up all your friends. They all started to look for you when they had a realization that you might be in the ocean... No, you would not! They all looked at each other with their horrid faces and ran for their lives towards the beach.

As Yuki and Utahime were good swimmers, they both looked for you underwater while Miwa called 911 and Mei-Mei was on stand by to give you CPR. They were losing their shit when Yuki and Utahime came up from underwater and signaled not here. Their bodies start to go underwater again, desperate to find you.

Utahime’s eyes were clouded from crying but she has to find you. SHE HAS TO! She wouldn’t know what to do if something happens to you. She then decides the moment she finds you and you are safe. She is going to kill Gojo Satoru!!

Yuki was waving signals to Utahime saying she’s found you. Utahime swam so fast near her. You were there. Laying by the rock like you’re completely lifeless. SHIT! SHIT!!! PLEASE UNIVERSE!!!!!! NOT MY BEST FRIEND!

They immediately grabbed you and you all came up from the ocean. Miwa and Mei-Mei were holding their breath and when they both saw you with Utahime and Yuki, they were both relieved – crying and hugging. The paramedics were quick to help you three and one of them started to perform CPR. They were all crying and praying to every God that you’re okay. One of the paramedics said to Utahime and Yuki that they did good by finding you right away.

When you started coughing and opening your eyes, all your friends celebrated that you’re alive. They all looked at you hopeful and you just slowly nodded at them, conveying with your eyes that you’re sorry and you’re alive. Utahime lost her balance and started bawling, “I thought I lost you.” Yuki went to her side to hug her.

The paramedics said it’s better to take you to the hospital to check if everything is good with you. You nodded and Mei-Mei and Miwa said that they are going to be with you in the ambulance car but only one is allowed so Mei-Mei said she will go. Miwa said she will just Uber then. Yuki and Utahime will be there after changing.

“Come on, let’s go ‘Hime, Mei texted me, she’s in room 508.” While hurrying up to get Uber.

“No, I’ll be going to Japan. Promise me, you’ll take care of her ‘kay? I won’t be long.”

“What? Why are you going back? Enough of that, let’s just go now to the hospital!”

“No, Yuki, I have a business to finish with Gojo Satoru.” And with that Utahime left on the first flight going back.

GOJO’S LOFT – 10:15pm

Gojo was hanging out with Yuta, Nanami, Shoko, Sukuna, Choso, Todo, and surprisingly Suguru was there. Suguru was actually just forced to come by Shoko and also his friends hadn't seen him after that fun conversation with Gojo so he had no choice but to see them.

They were just drinking and playing Poker with bets.

“HAH I win you fucking fools!” Sukuna celebrates while taking everyone’s money.

“No you fucking cheat–!” Gojo taunts.

BAAAAG! BAAAAG! BAAAAAG! LOUD BANG FROM THE DOOR.

“Are you expecting anyone else?” Choso asks, Gojo shakes his head.

“GOJO SATORU!!!!!” Shoko and Nanami looked at each other and stood up fast. They went together to open the door, “WHERE IS HE??? WHERE’S THAT MOTHER FUCKING MURDERER?”

Nanami was holding off Utahime in her back.

“Utahime? What are you doing here? I thought you’re on vacation?” Todo comments.

“YEAH I WAS! AND NOW IT TURNED TO FUCKING HELL!” Then she points to Gojo, “BECAUSE OF YOU MURDERER!!!!”

“Woah, woah, you gotta chill.” Sukuna intervenes

Gojo was just looking at her stunned. Murderer? What did I do? He thought.

Suguru looks at her worriedly. What the hell is happening?

Utahime was shaking while bawling, “You fucking bring back my best friend!!!!!” She was trying to escape from Nanami’s arm and when she finally did, she went straight to Gojo and grabbed his shirt so aggressively and slapped him so hard that her hands were marked on his face.

Now Sukuna and Choso were trying to hold her back, “YOU FUCKING BRING BACK Y/N!!!! SHE’S LIFELESS!! SHE’S NOT HERSELF! DAMMIT! SHE DOESN’T EVEN LAUGH OR SMILE ANYMORE!! MY BEST FRIEND!!! WHO HAS SO FULL OF LIFE! SHE USED TO BE A HAPPY AND BUBBLY PERSON!!! YOU FUCKING BROKE HER!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HER? ALL SHE DID WAS LOVE YOU!!!” She began to kick Gojo, “YOU FUCKING FIX HER!!!!!! I DON'T FUCKING CARE HOW YOU DO IT! BUT YOU FIX HER!!! YOU…” She was losing strength and she slid slowly to the ground.

All Gojo could do was cry silently and look at her. Everyone was just shocked at what was happening.

In between sobs, Utahime told everyone what transpired and how you tried to take your own life and that’s how Gojo became a murderer in her eyes. Shoko was crying and started to apologize and hug Utahime. Suguru also came close to Utahime and asked him where you are and if you are safe.

Utahime nodded and told everyone that you are safe now. Nanami gave Utahime a glass of water to calm her down but when she received it, she got up and dumped the water to Gojo, “YOU FUCKING MAN UP!!!! FIX THIS!!! HAVE YOUR FUCKING SLUT STOP BOTHERING Y/N!!!!! UGH! I CAN FUCKING BURY YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!” While running her hands in her face and turning it to a fist, she's really holding back. So fucking hard, trying to hold back for her best friend.

Gojo could not even begin to process – you tried to? No, you? He was so ashamed of what he’s done. He doesn’t know what to do first.

“It was all a lie. All that bitch said. It’s a lie!” Gojo stands up and shakes Utahime. She slaps his hands and says, “I don’t care if it’s a lie or not! FUCKING FIX IT!!!!!!” And proceeds to slap his face AGAIN.

Utahime walks out while Suguru and Shoko tails behind her. All they heard was a loud crash when Gojo flipped the table and all its contents came flying and broken.

Utahime didn’t even care what he felt. She did her business and is now going back to you. If you couldn’t do the revenge yourself, she will do it for you because what are best friends for?

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I hope all of you have an Utahime as your best friend <3

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Writing again soon,

Lady Ro

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getosugurugirlfriend · 5 months ago

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Round two with choso

You and choso had sex and he was being a brat, so you decided to punish him.

Warning: bondage, overstimulation, pet names, edging, use of toys, a bit of aftermath

You and choso were laying together in bed after finishing round one. You were laying on his chest and reassured him that he did a great job at the first round, he was getting a bit ahead of himself and decided to tease you. So you decided to punish him.

“Was it that good for you?”, choso asked. You nodded against his chest.

Choso's heart swelled at your nod against his chest. He couldn't help but be pleased that he had made you feel so good. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hand continuing to soothe up and down your back.

"You'll probably be sore tomorrow, doll," he teased, his voice soft. "You know that, right?"

“I have no work tomorrow anyways.”

Choso chuckled at your comment. He knew that you had tomorrow off, and that was good because it meant you would be able to rest and recover.

"Lucky you," he teased, his voice still low. "You get to just relax and be lazy all day, while I have work to do."

“Poor cho”, you chuckled.

Choso let out a dramatic sigh at your pity, his hand dramatically placing over his chest.

"I know, doll, it's tough being me," he joked, his tone theatrical. "Having to go to work while my girlfriend gets to stay in bed and recover from our 'activities.'"

He chuckled again, enjoying the banter between you two. "You know, I might have to call in sick just so I can stay in bed with you tomorrow," he teased, his voice taking on a more suggestive tone.

“you want me to not walk for a whole week?” she joked with him.

Choso barked out a laugh at your comment, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know, I wouldn't mind that," he teased. "Keeping you all to myself and making sure you can't walk for a whole week? That sounds like a good plan to me, doll."

“My poor cervix, cho.”

Choso couldn't help but chuckle at your comment, his hand continuing to roam over your back. "Hey, I didn't hear you complaining earlier," he teased, his voice a rumbling murmur against your ear. "In fact, I remember you liking it a lot."

she got shy again remembering, what they did earlier.

Choso couldn't resist teasing you when he saw you get shy again. Seeing you get all flustered and embarrassed was just too cute.

He tugged you closer against his chest, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur. "C'mon doll, don't get shy on me now," he teased, his lips close to your ear. "You were making such pretty noises earlier, remember?"

“h-hey i’m trying to sleep.” she whined

Choso chuckled at your whiny words, amused by your attempts to sleep. He couldn't help but mess with you a little more.

"Sleep, huh?" he teased, his hand tracing patterns on your skin. "Is that really what you want, doll, or are you just trying to avoid talking about how good I made you feel?"

she hid in his chest.

Choso couldn't help but let out another chuckle as you hid your face in his chest, your shyness only fueling his desire to tease you more.

He pulled you even closer against him, nuzzling his face into your hair. "You know, the more you avoid talking about it, the more I'm going to tease you," he teased, his voice a warm, playful rumble.

“shut up…”, she whined again.

Choso was grinning now, thoroughly enjoying your attempt to get him to stop teasing you.

He pulled your face from his chest, turning it so he could see your pouty expression. "Make me," he challenged, his voice a low, teasing murmur.

“You are done for, cho”

Choso chuckled again, your threat only making him want to tease you more. "Oh really, doll?" he countered, one eyebrow raised in challenge. "And what are you going to do? Tickle me to death?"

“You want to try testing me?”

Choso smirked at your challenge, amused by your attempt to take control.

"Bring it on, doll," he teased, his voice a cocky rumble. "I'd like to see you try and make me stop talking."

she rummaged through his drawer, knowing he had something in there to tease him with, she was finding some ropes. “you in for it cho?”

Choso's heart skipped a beat as he saw you pull out the ropes. He felt a mixture of anticipation and a tiny bit of trepidation. He had never been tied up before, but he would be lying if he said it didn't intrigue him.

He shifted to sit up a bit more, giving you a cocky grin. "You think you can handle me, doll?" he taunted, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Choso watched as you climbed onto the bed, the ropes in your hand. He couldn't tell if you were serious or just bluffing, but he was intrigued to find out.

Leaning back against the headboard, he spread his arms wide. "Go on then, doll," he challenged, his voice a low, excited rumble. "See if you can take charge."

She put his hands over his head and tied them to the headboard.

Choso's heart rate quickened as you bound his hands to the headboard. He felt a mix of excitement and a bit of surprise at your assertiveness.

He tested the bindings, finding them tight and secure. He turned his gaze to you, his eyes gleaming, a cheeky smile on his face. "You definitely have my full attention now, doll," he teased.

She tested if he was sensitive at his chest area, not being sure if he was. She found that he was indeed quite sensitive and smirked up at him.

Choso couldn't help but shiver as you touched his chest, your hands running over his skin. He felt exposed and vulnerable, but in a good way.

He watched your hands as they explored his chest, his breath catching slightly as your fingers brushed over sensitive areas. "Well, I can definitely say I'm at your mercy now," he teased, his voice a low, gravelly murmur.

She noticed that his underarms were quite sensitive and his upper area, she cupped his abdomen and digged her fingers in.

Choso let out a soft gasp as you pressed your fingers into his abdomen. He hadn't expected you to hit such a sensitive area, and he could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing under your touch.

He tried to keep up his cocky demeanor, but the feeling of your hands on him was making it increasingly difficult. "Not fair, doll," he protested, his voice a bit breathless. "You know exactly where to touch me."

“you asked for it, by teasing me so much.”

Choso couldn't deny that you had a point. He had definitely been teasing you quite a bit, and he had certainly asked for it.

He let out a mock sigh, trying to keep his cool despite the fact that your touch was sending tremors through his body. "Alright, fine, I might have been asking for it," he conceded, his voice a low, rumbling murmur.

she got higher up circling his nipples, noticing he was shivering at the touch and getting goosebumps.

“Oh?”, she smirked.

Choso's breath hitched as you reached the sensitive area of his nipples. The feeling of your touch on such a sensitive part of his body was overwhelming, and he couldn't hold back a soft gasp.

It felt almost unfair how easily you were able to make him react, and yet he loved it at the same time. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you, doll?"

She lightly grazed his nipples seeing him shivering and squirming, but she knew that wasn’t his most sensitive area.

She put her hands under his armpits tickling it. ”you trying to hold in your laugh?”

Choso's entire body jerked as your hands found his armpits. He couldn't help but bite his lip to hold back a laugh as the ticklish sensation spread through him.

He was torn between trying to maintain his cool and giving in to the tickling. "Hey, hey, that's not fair," he protested, his voice a mixture of amusement and pleading.

Choso tried to keep a straight face, but the tickling sensations were too much, and he couldn't suppress a chuckle. He squirmed slightly, trying to get away from your teasing touch.

"Okay, okay," he gasped out between laughs, his voice a mix of laughter and pleading. "You win, doll. You win." She didn’t stop deciding he deserved to get teased more.

Choso's laughter increased as you continued to tickle his armpits. He squirmed and contorted, his body struggling to find relief from the ticklish sensation.

It was getting increasingly difficult to form words, but he managed to gasp out, "Please... stop... doll. Mercy!" He trashed around.

“Nuh uh.” She got down and tickled the sensitive area of under his underwear.

Choso's gasps turned into a mix of laughing and pleading moans as you tickled the sensitive area of his underwear. The laughter was still there, but there was also a hint of pleading and desperation in his voice.

He writhe and twisted, trying to escape your tickling touch. "Please, please, doll," he gasped out, his voice strained. "I can't take anymore. I surrender! I surrender!"

“I don’t think so you can take more, cho.”

Choso couldn't believe you were prolonging his torture. The tickling sensation was driving him insane, and he had completely given up trying to maintain any coolness.

He was a writhing, squirming mess, his laughter mixed with gasps and moans of pleading. "Doll, please," he begged, his voice a desperate whimper. "I can't take any more. I'll do anything! Just stop!"

She knew he was sensitive, feeling his boner through his pants, she softly took him out seeing him quiver. She started stroking him in a slow pace.

Choso's body convulsed as you started stroking him, his sensitivity already heightened by your previous tickling. He let out an involuntary moan, his body quivering under your touch.

He couldn’t believe how easily you were able to reduce him to a pleading, trembling mess. He wanted to be in control, but here he was completely at your mercy. “Doll, please” he panted, his voice a desperate gasp. “I can’t rake it for much longer”.

“Aww poor baby, whining and wanting mercy, I think you can handle it for some more.”

Choso's body trembled as you continued to stroke him, the sensations overwhelming his senses. He had never felt so vulnerable and yet so stimulated at the same time. He was completely at your mercy, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

"I'm going to... doll," he gasped out, his voice a desperate, pleading whine. "Please... don't stop, please”, he begged.

She stopped at that, edging him.

“No, I don’t think so, you were being pretty mean earlier.”

Choso let out a strangled moan as you stopped edging him, his body quivering on the brink of release. It was a mix of pleasure and frustration, and he couldn't help but let out a desperate plea. "Doll, please," he pleaded, his voice a strained gasp. "Why are you tormenting me like this?"

“Aww, poor cho.”, she stroked his cheek.

Choso's body quivered as you continued to stroke his cheek, your touch a mixture of soothing and arousing. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his expression desperate and pleading.

"Please, doll," he whispered, his voice a low, pleading rasp. "I'll be good. I'll do anything. Just finish what you started, please." He had some desperate tears running down his face.

She decided he had enough. “Okay, okay, you deserved it.” She picked up the pace, stroking him faster and slowly massaging his balls. He was struggling and squirming under her hold and was struggling to get out of the bounds.

He was completely at your mercy, his body trembling and straining against the bonds holding him in place. He was so close to release but he knew he couldn’t reach it, the pleasure building up inside him to the point of torture.

"Please," he gasped out, his voice ragged and desperate. He was completely at your mercy, his body quivering on the brink of release. "Please... stop edging me."

Choso wasn't sure if he could hold on much longer. The pleasure was building up to the point of torment, and he was desperate for release.

"I can't," he gasped, his voice strained. "Please-“

"Please let me finish," he begged, his voice thick with pleading. "I can't take much more of this."

“Shhh shh cho, it’s okay baby, cum for me, cum.”

Choso's body bucked as you whispered for him to finish, the words adding to the pleasure building inside him. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, but he was holding back, reluctant to give in just yet.

"Please," he gasped out, his voice raw and desperate. "I-“

"I can't hold on much longer," he pleaded, his body trembling on the brink of release. "Please, doll, have mercy on me."

She started making out with him quieting him down, so he focus on his release.

Choso melted into the kiss, his body relaxing slightly as your lips met his. The taste and feel of you were a welcome distraction from the intense pleasure coursing through him, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan against your lips.

The kiss was gentle but filled with heated intensity, and Choso found himself momentarily forgetting about the bindings holding him in place. He was completely surrendered to your touch and the sensation of your mouth on his, his mind hazy with pleasure.

Choso wanted to touch you, to feel your body under his hands, but the ropes held him in place, teasing him with the inability to move. It was both maddening and thrilling, the fact that he was trapped under your control.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with desperate urgency. He was so close to the edge, his body trembling with need, but he held himself in.

The feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth sent a shiver of desire through you. Your hands roamed his chest, enjoying the way his muscles trembled under your touch, the ropes holding him in place only adding to the sensation.

Choso groaned into the kiss, the sensations of your hands on his chest fueling the fire that was burning inside him. He wanted to touch you, to pull you closer, but the ropes held him in place, his frustration only intensifying the arousal coursing through his body.

"Doll," he gasped as you broke the kiss, his voice a low, desperate moan. "Please, let me touch you. I need to feel you."

“No, this is your punishment baby.” she picked up the pace knowing he will release.

Choso groaned, his body taut and tense as you picked up the pace.

"Oh god," he gasped, his body trembling on the brink of release.

"Please," he begged, his voice thick with pleading. "I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Let it out, it’s okay” she traced his veins on the underside of his dick.

Choso let out a strangled sob as he finally let go, his body shuddering as the release washed over him. He felt relieved, yet still frustrated by how powerless he was under your control. He panted heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"God, doll," he gasped, his voice ragged. "You’re going to be the death of me, you know that, right?”

she chuckled, rummaging through his drawer again finding what she has been searching for, she turned it on the buzzing sound was able to be heard in the whole room.

Choso's heart stuttered as he heard the buzzing sound, knowing exactly what you had just pulled out of his drawer. He watched you with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, his mind racing with possibilities.

"What are you planning with that, doll?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. He tugged lightly against the binds, testing their strength.

He wasn't sure if he was excited or afraid of what you were about to do with the toy. The fact that he was completely bound and vulnerable added an extra layer of helplessness to the situation that was both thrilling and frightening.

"You know, I could just rip these bindings right out," he said, straining against the ropes for emphasis. His words were defiant, but there was a hint of playful excitement in his voice.

"But then again," he continued, his tone turning more teasing. "You'd punish me if I did, wouldn't you, doll?"

“I would”, she chuckled.

Choso chuckled, the thought of being punished sending a thrill through his body. He knew he could easily break the bonds if he truly wanted to, but he also knew that submitting to your will was part of the game.

“So cho any last words, before I put this on you?”

Choso's breath hitched as he heard your question. He knew he was completely at your mercy, with no way to resist whatever you had planned for him. Yet he couldn’t help the cocky smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips as he replied.

"I dare you, doll."

Choso gasped as he felt the toy pressed against his sensitive tip. The sensation was intense and overwhelming, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Oh god, doll," he gasped, his voice choked with pleasure. "You’re playing dirty."

“Can’t handle a second round, baby?”

Choso grunted, his body quivering under the toy's intense stimulation. "You know I can handle anything you dish out, doll," he muttered, his voice rough and strained.

“Really? Then what about putting the intensity a bit higher?”

Choso groaned as he heard your words, the thought of the intensity getting higher both exciting and a little scary.

"Go ahead," he panted. "I can take it." He wasn’t sure if he was bluffing, but he was willing to find out.

She put it on the highest setting. Seeing him struggle and moan against the binds.

Choso’s body jolted as the intensity increased, his moans and gasps becoming more and more desperate. The feeling was overwhelming, and he struggled against the ropes, his wrists tugging at the binds as if seeking an escape.

"Oh god.. doll," he gasp. "It’s too much-“

His body was trembling, every nerve ending on fire. The pleasure was almost painful, teetering on the edge of a mixture of pleasure and pain. He wasn’t sure if he could take anymore, but he also didn’t want the sensation to stop.

"Please," he panted, his voice strained and desperate. "I can’t take much more, doll. Mercy-"

“Nope.”

Choso groaned, his body trembling under the relentless stimulation. He was completely at your mercy, and he knew that you had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

"Please," he gasped again, his voice pleading and desperate. "Please, doll. I’ll do anything."

“Then cum.”

Choso's body trembled as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. The intensity was almost unbearable, but he knew he had no choice but to give in to your command.

"I’m trying," he panted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It’s just... so difficult to hold on."

She started licking his nipples, to get him over the edge.

Choso's body convulsed as you touched him more, the added sensations pushing him to the brink. He was struggling to hold on, his entire body trembling.

"Please," he gasped, his voice ragged and desperate. "I’m trying. I’m trying so hard, doll. But I don’t know if I can hold on much longer. It’s too-“

“Shhh shh, let it out.”

Choso groaned, the mix of pleasure and anticipation overwhelming him. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer, and your reassurance was both a comfort and a taunt.

"Okay," he gasped, his voice a low, desperate whisper. "Okay, doll. I’ll let it out. Just don’t stop."

His body was tense, every muscle taunt and trembling. He was ready to explode, the sensations building up inside him to a level that was almost unbearable.

"I’m close," he panted, his voice strained and urgent. "So close. Just a little more, doll. Just a little more."

She started stroking him still licking his nipples and having the vibrator under his sensitive tip.

His body was on edge, teetering on the brink, ready to release at any moment. He was completely at your mercy, and he knew that you were in control of when and how his release would come.

“Then do it”

The words were a direct command, and Choso felt his body tighten in anticipation. He was so close, teetering on the edge, waiting for permission to let go.

"Okay, doll," he gasped. "I’m going to-"

He squirted.

She stroked him some more and put off the vibrator letting him have his orgasm for as long as he can.”

He repeated his words “thank you” and slowly sunk into the bedsheets after 40 seconds.

He calmed down and put her down with her and cuddled into her, needing some comfort. She provided him with him laying his head on her chest and she played with his hair pulling him into a peaceful sleep.

“I love you, cho.”

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 7 months ago

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jjk ch. 262.5 spoilers under the cut !!

I REALLY ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!

not that much to say overall; i’m really hyped that inumaki is finally getting his chance to shine, and the final panel is just . so hype????

GORGEOUS . WHAT THE FUCK. akutami’s art my belovedest ever ever ever i do also want to shout out gojo’s undercut…. hi there king <3333

obviously i’m nervous about the aftermath of this. but i do genuinely think it’s about to be sukover very soon . i’m still hoping wishing praying that gojo will return but it’s starting to seem unlikely huh? i’ll still stay a believer until the last page but… at this rate i think it’s probably better to assume he’ll get one more airport scene where he properly says goodbye to everyone . (if he doesn’t i willlll have a bone to pick with my dearest mangaka because that’s a little unfulfilling imo and i’m saying that as someone who loved both 236 and 261)….

anyway . onto the most important matters!!!! gojo crumbs :3333 omnomnomnom……..

i love how you can TELL that it’s yuuta. i love it so much. akutami is so wonderful when it comes to drawing expressions and letting a character’s personality shine through their face so it’s like… almost kind of funny to see gojo with yuuta’s anxious face scrunches LMAO. i’m really grateful that we got to see a truly panicked “ohhh fuck” gojo because as far as i remember we really haven’t seen him make this kind of expression before 😭 also am i crazy or did yuuta give gojo the most dainty lashes he’s had yet because wtf….

ALSOOOOO . THIS. KILL ME

i have a lotttttt of yuuta/gojo thoughts that i’ve prepared for the 261 metapost that i’ll probably never finish but like . oughhh. he understands him and sympathizes with him more than anyone. i really adore this post-death exploration of gojo’s loneliness because it makes everything feel that much more tragic……. i also think you’re a little insane if you think akutami genuinely hates gojo because he writes him with more care than ANY other character in the story .

i really hope that we’ll get to see more of gojo’s memories through yuuta’s eyes (maybe hopefully something with geto wink wink nudge nudge)…..

BUT OK I SAVED THE BEST FOR LAST . THIS PANEL :(((((((((((( OHHHHHH MY GOOD I’M GONNA WEEP???????

I’LL CRY . I’LL CRYYYY . I LOVE GRUMPY HOODIE WEARING GOJO!!!!! icl this is one of my favorite gojos yet…… grumpy ass man……. be nice to your students……… 🤨 i love his dynamic with the second years so much because they really are like rebellious kids while he’s the reluctant stepdad LMAO. and i loveee the protective huddling of yuuta they’re so CUTE……….. gojo sticking his tongue out…………. i love this more than words can express :’3 AND I LOVE HOW GOJO IS MORE STRICT WITH YUUTA . because he places so much faith in him and his abilities . he has such high expectations of him. i think that’s also part of why yuuta took the plunge with his corpse .

anyway anywayyy !!!! very good chap :3 i’m excited to see where this goes + still salty that kenny is dead 😔 sukuna mentioned them this chapter and my knees buckled like a widow hearing her beloved husband’s name for the first time in years

#if akutami’s art has no fans i am dead #what a pretty chapter #ari noises ✩#jjk manga spoilers #jjk spoilers #jjk leaks

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hotreadingwitch · 1 year ago

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MADE TO LIE - the aftermath

TW: gun violence, death

Y/N

Y/n moved quicker than she ever had before, stepping in front of Bucky, and protecting him in an instant. He fought to get in front of her but she was determined, pushing him back.

“Father” she spoke through gritted teeth.

“Y/n” he tipped his balding head toward her in greeting.

“How did you manage to get out of prison?”

He ignored her, instead waving his gun at Bucky, “I see you’ve become quite attached to the Barnes boy…You’ve presented me with a great opportunity really Y/n, all I had to do once your little tape leaked was pair up with these nice people here and make plans to get you back.”

“I’ll never go anywhere with you again, you’re a monster” she spat.

“You see daughter, you will really, because if you don’t I’ll kill him right now. Oh,” he teased as pain sprung to her eyes, “I can see how much that hurts you, so as your father, I hate to do it really, but of course, it is your own fault that you’ve gone and fallen in love with him in the first place. And you have, haven’t you, mon coeur?”

Bucky went still behind her, his hands on her waist a comforting weight as her father’s sickening words threatened all that was good, all that was growing between them.

“You’re threatening him?” Y/n rage flooded her ears, “Really?”

“Don’t you remember what I taught you huh? To love is to be weak…”

She glared at him, oblivious the the footsteps approaching beside her.

“This was not the plan Maurice…” the woman’s sharp voice spoke, “We want James alive…”

“Well you see dear,” his grin malicious, “I don’t really care what you want at all”

BANG!

The shot rang through the air and was immediately followed by others, all of which missed their targets. Y/n had come to know a gentler version of Bucky since they’d been assigned their mission, one that many people would never get the chance to know, but some spark of the old him, the Winter Soldier, flashed in his eyes the minute she was in danger. They stood back to back, Bucky’s aim pointed right at Angelo and Y/n’s…right at her father.

It was a true standoff. Each person glaring at their clear enemy. Except, in a triangle formation of sorts as Angelo’s aim was pointed also at Maurice.

“You—you beast” he roared, “You killed my sister”

It was a mistake really, a miscalculation on his part, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. As Angelo shot at Maurice, her father turned slightly away from Y/n to shoot back, leaving him open for a mere second, a second that Y/n took advantage of.

BANG! BANG!

The look of pure outrage on his face was enough to make Y/n almost hurl. Disobeying her father the first time was hard enough, killing him was an entirely different game.

“Ha!” his laugh was manic as he fell to his knees, “You know, you’re exactly who I raised you to be daughter, and look how it turned out for me…I should’ve seen this coming”

His last breaths were garbled by blood.

“I’m sorry” she whimpered, reaching for him.

Her shaky hands pressed on the fatal wound.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she chanted like a prayer, one that would fall on deaf ears for if she somehow wasn’t considered a sinner before, she certainly felt like one now.

Strong arms pulled her up with a whisper, “We’ve got to get out of here Y/n”

He pulled her away, quite literally carrying her over his shoulder and out of the room as she struggled. When they reached the car, Bucky sped away, concern lining his eyes as he barked orders to Tony via the phone system embedded in the speakers. Y/n’s eyes glazed over as the horror of what she’d done settled in her body.

Her father was a villain, yes, but did that mean he deserved to die? In all honesty, she wasn’t completely sure. As she had pulled the trigger her only thought was protecting herself and Bucky from the same man who was responsible for the death of her mother and sister. But Bucky. What would he think of her now? The mere thought of losing him now shattered her heart again and again and again. Silently, tears slid down her face but she kept her eyes on the road, not daring to look at him as her mind replayed her father’s last words, “…you’re exactly who I raised you to be daughter.”

Her body was on autopilot. It felt to Y/n as if every emotion was heightened and yet, at the same time, she was numb to it all. Yes, she knew logically that Bucky was driving, that he was helping her out of the car with a gentle hand on her back, and that he was slowly ushering her inside as he opened the door to the hotel room, but as her swollen eyes landed on the empty coffee cups sitting innocently on the small table in the suite’s foyer, she finally lost it.

She shoved Bucky off of her with as much force as she could muster, “Don’t coddle me”

Their eyes finally met. The look of pure, honest love in Bucky’s eyes was all she needed. She crumbled in his arms, feeling safer there than she felt anywhere else in the world. He was surprisingly warm and held her, comforted her, even with the blood that was literally on her hands.

“Come” he guided her quietly, softly to the bedroom.

Blood was on Bucky’s crisp white shirt too, blood that Y/n only noticed as he stood before her in the dim lamplight.

“You’re bleeding” she stated, hastily moving toward him to unbutton the shirt.

He let her care for his wound.

“I didn’t even realize you were shot” she admitted, eyes rimmed with guilt.

“It’s okay” he cupped her cheek, his rough hands surprisingly gentle, “I can barely feel it…Super Soldier remember?”

She let out a weak chuckle. Y/n didn’t think there would ever be a time when Bucky would fail to make her feel better. Still, she nursed him, disinfecting it and applying the proper bandages that they luckily had with them. When she finished, she went to the bathroom to wash the blood off her hands. She was startled as she looked in the mirror, seeing the broken, tear-stained woman who was being reflected back at her.

“It’ll get better with time” Bucky’s low, rumbling voice diverted her thoughts, “the guilt”

“Did you kill your father?” Y/n questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“No Y/n, I haven’t” his words were firm but his voice was simply weary, “But you know I’ve killed my fair share—many of whom were innocents, unlike him”

She allowed his gaze to pierce hers as she turned, pulling him toward her with a gentle tug so that her back hit the bathroom counter behind where she stood. Her lips grazed his, making him let out a low huff.

“Y/n…” he warned.

“What?” she nuzzled her nose along his cheek, her lips following, pressing small kisses across his handsome face, “I want you Bucky, is that so bad?”

He let out a frustrated murmur as if the thought of stopping her from getting what she wanted personally pained him, “I want you, you know I do, but let’s do this any other day, tomorrow even, just let yourself rest doll, you need it”

She pulled back, searching his gaze for something, what she didn’t know, yet all she found was more safety, so much that it threatened to overwhelm her entire being. The feeling poured out of her eyes, a broken sob escaping her mouth as Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead. He wiped her tears then, before gifting her their first true kiss.

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#fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfic #mcu #mcu fanfiction #bucky #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you

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pocketramblr · 10 months ago

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5 headcanons for an AU where:

All for One realizes the sheer amount of quirks he has actually makes him dumber

1- so, while AfO-The-Quirk does grant the user the ability to safely hold more quirks than other people can without straining the body and mind, it's far from capable of allowing the user to have an infinite number of quirks with no strain at all. You could probably stretch the initial limit of about twenty or so quirks, if you did it slowly over time to let the quirk get stronger... But AfO the Guy does not do slow and steady.

2- he steals more and more quirks, and his brain is so busy running all of those, it really makes it harder to think rationally or long term, especially in the aftermath of adjusting to a new glut of quirks. He stole a lot of the rebellion's quirks before killing Yoichi. But the pattern of his thoughts and behavior changing with more quirks stolen, and the lack of that when he's giving out or exchanging them, is noticed by both AfO and the Doctor, though it takes them nearly until the end of Shinomori's life to do so.

3- AfO is actually the one to accept that the more quirks makes him less smart, because then he can blame actions like Yoichi's death on the treacherous quirk ghosts in his head slowing down his brilliance and killing his brother. Still, it takes a while for the Doctor to convince him that giving up quirks would help him think clearly- and it doesn't need to be permanent, he can just store his quirks outside of his body and take the ones he needs when he needs them- at this point, with so much strain and overuse, he can only hold about ten quirks without it affecting his mind, and since he's got to keep the longevity, that means he only has nine slots. Huh wonder if nine is going to turn out to be an important number.

4- the Doctor still has to work to make nomu as functional quirk storage units, and AfO has to train to rely on a small number of different quirks. This becomes difficult as AfO wants very specific quirks then, so the doctor has to figure out how to edit them in such a way. And of course, this whole time they're trying to capture OfA users- to limited effect. AfO did manage a plan to take En alive in their third encounter, but he'd already passed on the quirk at that time, so OfA still isn't his. But this means Nana was killed far less spectacularly than getting nuked, since that would have taken a lot of quirks. Toshinori is trained for many, many contingencies.

5- AfO is distracted working to edit nine specific quirks to what he wants them to be, and on testing to see if he could edit OfA in a user, to change it genetically so it can be stolen, and using the kidnapped Shimura relatives as lab rats to do so, when All Might finds him and breaks his face. Only the doctor and All Might make it out of that one alive, barely. AfO's body is unrecoverable like many others, but Ujiko hopes that with his gene and quirk editing technology, he can make a clone.

#so uh. cloneafo v Izuku i guess #where it's a lot of strategy and Izuku's quirk set is already decided and known while cloneafo gets to be a little pickier #but only a little #pocket talks to people #dgshoe #ask game

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unfinishedslurs · 2 years ago

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ghost eddie (steddie)

So.

Eddie dies.

That’s how this shit goes. He pays for his sins, doesn’t run away again and leave another kid dead in his trailer. He tells Henderson he loves him, feels the life seep away, the whole shebang. He dies. End of story.

He didn’t expect death to be this lively.

He doesn’t know what happened to his body. Figures they had to leave it there, in the Upside-Down, which sucks but it’s better than someone being dead.

Someone else, that is.

King Steve seems to be doing alright, all things considered.

There’s a hard look in his eyes, something Eddie only saw glimpses of before. He doesn’t get back with Nancy, like Eddie expected, but hangs out with her boyfriend while Nancy and Robin are off doing girl shit or whatever they’re calling target practice. He visits Max. Tells Lucas or Mrs. Hargrove he’ll stay the night tonight, that they should go home and get some rest. Falls asleep holding her hand, which warms Eddie’s no-longer-beating heart like nothing else.

Helps at the school, watches Robin flirt with that redhead with a grin on his face. Works on schematics with Nancy, even when he gets this lost little look on his face when she talks too fast. Listens as she goes over plans with Chief Hopper, who apparently isn’t dead after all. Talks to the little superhero, who reminds Eddie so much of himself with her buzzed hair and sad eyes he wants to cry.

The most heart wrenching part of it all is when he goes to the Henderson house.

Dustin won’t talk to him.

Eddie fades through the door on those days, sits on the end of Dustin’s bed and watches him bury his face into a pillow. Steve sits with his back against the door, telling him about his day. Says him he gets it, he knows he’s hurting, he knows he’s mad at him, but he can’t keep going like this. It’s no way to live.

Eddie’s not really sure why Dustin would be mad at Steve, and he’s not sure he’s willing to guess. It doesn’t matter. If Eddie could speak, he’d tell Dustin he agrees with Steve.

Henderson never says anything. Steve always leaves after an hour. Mrs. Henderson kisses him on the cheek, gives him a container of food and thanks him for trying. Eddie’s the only one who sees the sour look on his face when he turns away.

Eventually, he’ll go home. With Robin, sometimes, or with Byers and his friend Argyle. Sometimes Nancy joins, and the five of them will talk about what’s coming until they pass out on the cushions spread across the living room.

On the nights he’s alone, though, he’ll climb the stairs. Flick on his bedroom light, exposing the awful plaid wallpaper and the vest laid on a desk chair. The same vest that keeps Eddie tied to this place, to Harrington. Sometimes Steve will run his hand along it on his way to the bathroom.

Then he gets ready for bed.

Sometimes, after a particularly bad visit with Dustin, he’ll talk to Eddie.

“You’re a bastard, you know that?” He’s in bed, lamp illuminating the room enough that he can glare at the vest. “I know why you did it, but…shit, man, I can’t believe you sometimes. You really fucked him up, you know?”

There’s a long pause, where Eddie wants to sink through the floor. Wishes death would just take him properly, so he wouldn’t have to see the aftermath.

He’s kind of glad, in a fucked up way, that Steve hasn’t been to see Wayne.

Finally Steve sighs. “I would have done the same thing,” he admits. “You saved his life. All that talk about being a coward, and you dropped the ball, huh? Couldn’t stay consistent? I wish…”

He trails off, and sighs again. Turns off his lamp and rolls over. Doesn’t sleep a wink without nightmares, but Eddie doubts anyone else is either.

So goes the reality of saving the world.

Eddie tried, at first. Waved his hand in front of Dustin’s face, but he didn’t even blink. Put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, only for it to fall right through. Tried swiping a lamp off a desk, to no avail. His attempts got more and more ridiculous, until finally it culminated in him taking a running jump at Steve and ending up sprawled on the ground while Steve shivered and went to put on a jacket.

He thought he’d tried it all.

But he’s never touched Steve while he was asleep, and as he’s sucked into a dream it becomes increasingly obvious that if he hadn’t been so worried about being a perv he could’ve saved himself a whole lot of trouble.

“We laid you in your bed.” Steve shuts his eyes, like he’s picturing it. “Rob closed your eyes. We couldn’t—couldn’t bring you back. Couldn’t just leave you on the ground either, man. It wasn’t right.”

#ghost eddie au #steddie #eddie munson #dead eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #listen i don't think they'd just leave eddie's body there cold and alone :(((#eddie is tied to steve through the strong emotional connection with the vest and steve being the current living owner

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dixonsdarkelf · 4 months ago

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Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Twenty-Five

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TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death, PTSD

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This story, Lydia Vector, her family, her bestie, and Jake (c) me, TheVeganDarkElf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, aftermath of attempted sexual assault, mention of scars

Word count: 2.8k

We stayed just like that, cozied up next to each other on the couch, for the next couple of hours, until the timer on the slow cooker beeped. Daryl, being the sweetheart he was, insisted on getting the food for both of us. He lifted my legs off of him and rested them on the couch, and I crossed my legs and sat back. Daryl took the ice pack off my face and set it on the coffee table, placing a hand under my chin and tilting my head up and back, and side-to-side, just like he did when he first examined it in the infirmary. He didn’t need to look at my nose at different angles to see its improvement. Truthfully, I think he just liked touching my face. And who was I to deny him that pleasure?

“Lookin’ a lot better,” Daryl commented, and he gave my chin a small stroke with his thumb. He was doing that thing with his eyes again, where it felt like he was staring directly into my soul. The overthinking of his words snapped him out of it. “Shit, I mean the swellin’ looks like it’s gone down. Not that ya looked bad before, ‘cause ya didn’t—“

“I know what you meant,” I laughed, cutting off his anxious rambling.

As he brought my bowl over to me, it reminded me of the first time we had dinner together. That was the first time we’d had a conversation where we really got to know each other. Well, it was mostly Daryl getting to know me. Still, it was a fond memory for me, and a big grin spread across my face as Daryl sat back on the couch next to me.

“What’s got ya smilin’ like that, huh?” he asked.

I stirred my food with the spoon, reflecting on some of the memories that had led to this exact moment. “Nothing. Just…thinking about how far we’ve come is all,” I explained, “we went from you not wanting to share a house with me to…this.”

“Come a long way, haven’t we?” he acknowledged.

“I like it,” I beamed, scooting myself closer to close the gap between us, “I think it’s worked out perfectly.”

“Me too.”

“Thank you for helping me get cleaned up. And making sure I got what I needed. You’re my favorite. I appreciate you so much,” I thanked, the L word that I wanted to use almost slipping off my tongue once again.

“Anythin’ for you,” he replied. He set his bowl in his lap momentarily to take my hand in his and plant a kiss on the back of it. He seemed to be already taking advantage of my permission to be as touchy as he’d like, which I had zero qualms about. However, the butterflies in my stomach were making it difficult to eat. “How ya feelin’ now?”

“I’m ok. Still a little shaken, but I’ll be alright,” I said, pausing to take a bite before I continued, “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to face anyone tomorrow. I don’t think I can look anybody in the eye after that, knowing that they know what happened.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “How they know?”

“Everyone was out on the lawn staring at us after he punched me,” I answered, “he tried to make it sound like I did it unprovoked, so I made sure to let them know what he tried to do. Wanted them all to know what kind of man he really is.”

“He’ll be a dead man if I get any say in it,” he scoffed.

“I think everyone knows that. Rick’s not gonna let you anywhere near that cell,” I reminded him. I stirred my food again, my appetite dissipating the more I thought about the evening’s earlier events. “What do you think’s gonna happen to him?”

“Hopefully get rid of ‘im. He so much as looks at ya funny, I’ll kill ‘im.”

I chuckled a little and smirked. “I told him I’d gouge his eyes out and shove them down his throat.”

“Atta girl,” he praised, “see? Don’t take shit from nobody.”

“Isn’t there some shit like that in the Bible? Something about plucking your eyes out if it causes you to sin?” I asked, “I’m not religious, but I think I’ve heard that before. Do you believe in God, Daryl?”

“Used to,” he answered, “not so much anymore.”

“I get that. With the shit I’ve seen, what happened to the world, I have a hard time believing there’s a God just sitting idly by. One that could end the suffering in the world, prevent terrible things from happening, and just… choose not to? I don’t know.” I rubbed my scars lightly, subtly under the sleeves of Daryl’s shirt. A God wouldn’t have allowed something like what caused these scars to happen, I thought.

“Sorry again for raisin’ my voice at ya. Still feel bad ‘bout that,” Daryl apologized. I let out a soft sigh and gave him a little smile.

“You sweet man,” I beamed. I reached a hand up to caress his face, his soft facial hair tickling my skin. “It’s ok. I forgive you. It was a heat-of-the-moment reaction, I get that.”

“Don’t like talkin’ to ya like that. Ya don’t deserve it,” he explained, a pensive look on his face.

A flirtatious streak overcame me. “And what do I deserve, Daryl?”

“Ya deserve to have your family back. To not live in a world like this.” He stared thoughtfully down at the bowl in his lap. “Ya deserve good things. Good things only.”

“I think you’re a good thing. Great thing, in fact,” I said, smiling softly at him. The blood rushed to my face, and I was turning red again. I dropped my gaze to his chest, watching it rise and fall as I waited for him to say something, anything. He brought a hand to my chin and tilted my head up so our eyes locked. His cheeks were tinged pink, so subtle that most people wouldn’t notice. But I did.

“You too, sunshine.”

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It was about a week after the incident, and my nose had improved dramatically. The pain was gone, but there was still a little bruising, nothing too bad. Daryl and I were out on another Rick-ordered run, this time to a department store to try to find some winter clothes for everyone. I didn’t know exactly what month it was, but the leaves had started to change colors and drop off the trees. By that, I guessed it was September or October. While winter still wasn’t for some time, it wouldn’t hurt to get what we could find now before anyone else came along.

I had talked to Maggie, Rosita, and Michonne before going, told them what we were looking for, and asked if there was anything special they wanted me to keep an eye out for. Like myself, bras and underwear were a priority. They’d given me their sizes and told me to keep an eye out for anything particularly cute.

“You should get something nice,” Maggie encouraged, “y’know, to show off to your man.”

“Shut up,” I scoffed.

It was the middle of the afternoon by the time we had finished. We’d found some pants, socks, flannels, and the best finds, winter coats and boots. We’d also found some blankets, and I came in clutch for my girls and found cute undergarments for all of us, myself included. That search was done in secret, as I hadn’t told Daryl about what I was doing. Those items were discretely shoved into my backpack.

“Damn,” I sighed as we climbed back into the car, “can’t believe it took us that long.”

“Wouldn’ta taken so long if ya wasn’t dancin’ through the aisles like a goof,” he teased.

“Are you saying you didn’t like it?” I teased back. He took my hand and interlocked it with his, planting a kiss on the back of it. Every chance we were alone, Daryl was finding some excuse to touch me. Whether it was holding hands, hugging me from in front or behind, a hand on my arm/back/waist, etc., he was doing something. I thanked myself every day for letting him know that he had permission to be as touchy as he wanted.

“Ain’t what I said,” Daryl replied, “just said ya’s goofy.”

“So you did like it?”

“Yeah,” he said “seems like ya been in a real good mood recently. More than usual.” He was most definitely the reason.

“I have been. Feels good to have been in the same place for a couple of months now. Things feel…stable, for once. It feels good to finally have some sense of stability.”

Our ride back lasted close to an hour, the longest one we’d done so far. We talked the whole time, as we always did on our runs. It amazed me how we never seemed to run out of things to talk about. He held my hand the whole time, occasionally stroking my thumb with his or kissing the back of my hand, both of which I returned as well. When we returned home, we were greeted by some of the others, ready to help us.

“Hey!” Rick called out to me, gesturing for me to come over to him as I stepped out of the car.

“Gimme just a minute,” I said to Daryl before skipping over to meet Rick. “‘Sup cowboy?”

“I need to talk to you. About Jake.” My cheery demeanor was quickly overshadowed by a feeling of dread.

Jake had been locked in that little cellar for the last week while the rest of the community decided his fate. People were torn. Some thought he should be killed, some didn’t think he should be killed but deserved to be exiled from Alexandria, and others thought he should be able to stay. Rick hadn’t brought it up to me yet, as he knew I didn’t want to talk about it, but a decision had to be made. And the only opinion he still needed was mine.

I let out an exasperated sigh and looked up at him. “And you wanna know what I think, right?”

“I know you don’t wanna talk about it,” he said, trying to usher me off to the side of the path so we could talk privately, “but since you’re the one he attacked, I’d argue your opinion is the most important.”

I bit the inside of my bottom lip and stared down at my feet, wiggling my toes in my boots. I had thought long and hard over the last week about what I thought should happen to Jake. I’d spent far longer than I’d like to admit contemplating the options, toying with the pros and cons of each. I didn’t like the idea of him staying, as he was clearly dangerous & I was worried he might retaliate against me. I also was concerned about him being exiled, for several reasons. Did I think he deserved to be killed? I was still torn on that.

“Can I finish helping unload the car first?” I asked, “I’ll come find you after. I just…need a minute to think.”

“Course. Come find me when you’re done,” he replied.

I didn’t just need a minute to think—if I was going to talk about such a sensitive topic, I wanted the company of my favorite person. My human security blanket, if you will. I went back to Daryl, who had his back to me, and gently tugged on his sleeve to get him to turn around.

“Umm, Rick wants to talk to me about Jake after we’re finished,” I explained, swallowing hard, “will you come with me?”

“‘Course I will,” he assured. He took my hand and gave it a squeeze, a quick one as there were other people around & he wasn’t big on PDA. It was little, but it did help me feel better.

Once everything had been unloaded from the car, I grabbed my backpack & we went to find Rick. Michonne informed us that he was at home watching Judith. We went over and found him in their backyard, letting Judith attempt to crawl around in the grass. She was at the age where babies usually started trying to crawl, and the little girl seemed to be making good progress so far.

“I’ve returned, cowboy,” I greeted, taking a seat in the grass across from him and crossing my legs. Daryl took a seat next to me, close enough that our legs were touching. Judith looked up at me and smiled, and I couldn’t help but give her a big, goofy grin in return. I’d never wanted children of my own, but I was more than happy to be an aunt to this little cutie patootie. “Can I hold her?”

“Of course,” Rick nodded.

“Come here my love,” I said as I reached over and scooped Judith up, eliciting a string of sweet, soft giggles from her. I sat her in my lap and bounced her, continuing the string of giggles. I looked up at Daryl, who was already looking at me with an adoration in his eyes I’d never seen before. As we were in front of company, I did my best to stop myself from blushing.

“Were you able to think it over?” Rick asked me, then turned his gaze to Daryl, “I already know what you think.”

“I’m torn. He’s clearly a danger. Not just to me, but to the other women here. I don’t want the same thing or worse to happen to anyone else. I don’t think I’d feel safe with him here.” I dropped my gaze to the grass, chomping at my bottom lip as I tried to quell my anxiety.

“How do you feel about kicking him out?” Rick inquired.

“I don’t like the idea of exiling him either. Sure, we could blindfold him and take him out to the middle of nowhere, but he somehow found his way here, right? He could find his way back,” I explained, “or worse, he could find another group & they could all retaliate. I argue that’d be worse than letting him stay. I think we’d be putting the whole community at risk if we exiled him.”

“So you think we should kill him?” Rick asked.

“I don’t know,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair to brush my bangs back, “that doesn’t feel right either. Nothing does. I don’t know what to do.” Daryl put a hand on my back, drawing small circles with his fingers up and down my spine. Not only did it feel good and soothe my anxiety, but it gave me an idea.

“Aye, cowboy. Do you remember how he said I threatened to paralyze him?” I asked.

“He hasn’t stopped talking about it,” Rick explained, “brings it up nearly every chance he gets.”

“Sounds like he’s scared,” I commented, laughing a little.

“Should be,” Daryl cut in.

“Well, all it would take is a small injury between vertebrae T2 and T6 for him to become paraplegic,” I explained. The two of them looked at me like I had three heads.

“Layman’s terms, please,” Rick requested.

“Sorry,” I apologized, “basically, there are 12 vertebrae in the thoracic, or middle part, of the spine. They’re numbered from one to twelve. An injury between bones number 2 and 6 will cause him to become paralyzed from the waist down. What if we did that? Let him stay but take away his ability to walk? He’d be less likely to hurt anyone that way.”

“Might’s well kill him,” Daryl interjected.

“Daryl,” Rick retorted.

I pondered on an idea for a moment. “What if…what if we gave him the ultimatum?” I suggested, “either kill him, or let him stay but go under the knife. His choice.”

Rick looked deep in thought before he replied. “That’s an option.”

“We still need your opinion,” I said to Judith, giving her a kiss on the cheek, “you’re a valuable member of this community too. What do you think we should do?” She replied with a series of babbles.

“Thank you for your contribution,” I replied to her before turning my attention back to Rick, “Lil’ Ass Kicker has spoken. She likes my idea.”

“Ain’t gon’ argue with this one,” Daryl said. He reached over and gave Judith a little tickle under her chin, and she gave her approval with a series of affirming coos and giggles. Seeing Daryl interact with the baby was doing things to my heart.

“I think that’s the best choice,” I informed, “let him decide what he wants. Either way, he won’t be as much of a threat, or a threat at all. I’ll happily sever his spinal cord if he so chooses.”

“I’m goin’ with ya,” Daryl insisted, “ain’t gonna let ya face him by yourself.”

“That your final thought?” Rick asked. I nodded.

“Yeah,” I said, “we’ll let him pick. He’ll get his just desserts either way.”

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jellybean-supreme · 8 months ago

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I'm All Yours (Grim Reaper x reader)

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As you stand on the sidewalk, observing a fatal car crash, you lock eyes with a mysterious figure in black across the street, only to find him inexplicably appearing behind you later with a chilling grin.

*You're standing on the sidewalk, watching the aftermath of a carcrash that resulted in a couple of deaths. Across the street, you see a pale man in black robes, hood up, scythe in hand. You make eye contact with yellow eyes. He sees you, too. A truck passes between you, and he's gone. How strange..*

*You go home, shrugging it off. The man later appears behind you, crouched on the windowsill. Holding his scythe, he leans into it as he stares at you with a creepy grin.*

"You can see me, can't you?"

I don't say anything. I pretend like I don't hear a thing.

*He chuckles lowly, swinging himself down and walking towards you. He looks you up and down, his eyes glinting with curiosity and something else.*

"Oh come now, don't ignore me. It's not like I'm here to hurt you."

Again, i stay silent. Not trusting his

words.

*He sighs, placing the handle of his scythe on the ground as he leans on it. Still staring at you, clearly fascinated by the fact that you can see him and hear him.*

"I mean, if I wanted to hurt you, I would have by now. You're ignoring me for no reason. I won't bite, I promise."

"So you have a bitting kink? Interesting." I finally say, wanting to make him embarrassed

*He lets out a surprised, sharp snicker, the tip of his ears turning red. His eyes widen, and he stands up suddenly, now a bit flustered. That probably wasn't the type of comment he was expecting.*

"H-hey, I don't have a-a biting kink! How'd you even figure that?"

"You said I promise that I won't bite instead of I don't bite," I reply to his question.

*His face goes a shade darker, and he scratches the back of his neck, averting his gaze for a moment. He's clearly embarrassed that you called him out.*

"Well- I uh, I suppose you have a point. But I wasn't necessarily talking about THAT type of biting-"

"Mhm sure, " I say sarcastically

*He rolls his eyes and lightly slaps you on the head, clearly embarrassed and frustrated at the fact that you called him out on something like that.*

"Oh shut it, you. It's not what I meant, and you know it. Anyway, getting off topic. You didn't answer my question before, do you really see me that clearly?"

"Well, I'm talking to you, aren't I?" I say

"That's- well...yeah, alright, fair point. What's your name?"

*He leans his scythe back against your wall and sits down, resting his elbows on his knees. He's intrigued by you. The fact that you can see him is throwing him for a loop. No living being is supposed to be able to see him, yet here you are. He gives you a smirk.*

"Y/n, what's yours? Or is your name actually 'The Grim Reaper'?" I ask curiously. Did he have a name?

*He lets out a snicker, amused by the fact that you asked that. He gives you a smirk and a cocky grin, clearly enjoying this interaction.*

"My name's Lior, not 'The Grim Reaper'. That's just my job title, though many humans don't know that. You'd be surprised how often people are afraid of me."

"Well, I like your name, Lior." I tell him. "I wasn't scared of you, you know, I actually thinking you just some guy I know trying to scare me," I add before heading to my room. I gesture for him to follow.

*He pauses for a moment, his lips turning up in a slight smile. No one has called his name like that before, not for a long time. He follows after you, sticking his hands in the pockets of his black robes. He enters your room, looking around and admiring the space. He chuckles dryly and leans back against the wall.*

"A 'guy you know' trying to scare you, huh?"

"Yea, my ex-boyfriend Duke," I say.

"Give ma a sec, you can continue talking, I just wanna change intosmg comfy." I tell him as I walk onto my closet.

*He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. He chuckles softly, tilting his head to one side as he watches you enter your closet.*

"That's his name, Duke? Kinda a nerdy name, don't you think?"

"Yea, he was actually a rugby player. When he broke up with me after dating for a few months, I found out u was a dare." I say. "I got my revenge, though. I got everyone who was involved kicked off the team." I add proudly

*He actually laughs at this, amused by your story. He grins widely, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head to one side again. He'd never tell you this, but he's enjoying this interaction. Seeing you change into more comfortable clothing has stirred some thoughts deep in his mind, however..*

"Damn, I can't say that wasn't deserved. Got them all kicked off the team, huh?"

"Yep." I say as I walk out of my closet, wear a tank top and some sweat pants, carrying an extra pair of sweats in my hands. "I brought something you can change unto if you'd like, I can't imagine that that is comfy," I say, handing him the sweats

*He's a bit surprised by this gesture but takes the sweats. He looks down at them, then back up at you with a smirk. He looks you up and down, taking in the fact that you're now in a tank top and sweatpants. His smirk widens.*

"Awh, would you look at that? Offering me your clothing? You're sweeter than I pegged you to be."

I stuck my tongue out of him in an annoyed way. "Whatever, you can change in the closet or in the bathroom," I say, pointing my hands both ways.

*He grins and snickers at the expression you make, finding it cute. He glances between the two rooms you pointed to, considering the options. He decides to use the closet, more comfortable in a smaller room.*

"Yeah, I'll go into the closet.."

*He says, quickly entering the closet and shutting the door behind him. Once inside, he takes his robes and clothes off, leaving him wearing only a pair of light grey boxers. He hesitates for a minute, then puts your sweatpants on..*

*He looks down at himself, realizing that he's wearing your clothing. Though they're oversized, the feeling of wearing something that you've worn is oddly comforting. He walks out, the sweatpants hanging loose on his slender body, and leans against the nearby wall again.*

"Well? How do I look?"

I stay silent for a few minutes, he's hor. It's not hot as just hot. This guy is hotter than all the Greek gods combined. "Y-you l-lo-loolk go-good," I say, stuttering staring at his body.

*It takes all his willpower to keep a smug look on his face and not let you see the light flush on his cheeks at the stuttering. He notices that you're staring, admiring the appearance of his lean, athletic body. His smirk widens, and he leans away from the wall, walking towards you in the oversized sweatpants.*

"Oh? Something caught your eye, huh?"

"Nope, no, not at all," I say, flustered

*He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying making you flustered. He stops in front of you, tilting his head to one side as he looks down at you with a smirk.*

"Ahh come on now, I know you were staring at me. Don't be so coy about it. It's cute watching you get embarrassed~"

"I could say the same about you, handsome." I say to him as I hide my flushed face.

*The flush on his own face darkens at the compliment, and he's caught off guard by you suddenly calling him 'handsome'. He clears his throat, his smirk not faltering as he tries to remain composed.*

"Handsome, eh? That's a new one.."

*He grabs your chin, tilting your face so you're looking directly at him.*

"Say that again~"

"Why should I, handsome ?" I say teasing him

*He raises an eyebrow, and his smirk widens, his hand still holding your chin. He moves closer to you, your bodies almost touching as he looks down at you. There's something in his eyes, a flicker of desire.*

"Because I asked you to, that's why."*He leans in slightly, his voice lowering a bit.*

"Now say it again. Or else I'll make you~"

"How are you going to make me Lior?" I asked, teasing him. I'm not even sure if he heard me call him handsome before.

*He smirks, not missing that you used his name. Hearing you say his name like that causes a shiver to run through him, and his blush deepens slightly. He moves closer, closing what little space is between you. His hand holding your chin moves to your hip, his fingers lightly tracing your skin.*

"You're really testing my patience now,"

*He whispers softly, clearly enjoying this little game.*

"If I have to repeat myself again I'm going to get rough with you..~"

"Who said I didn't like it rough, handsome?" I ask, trying to.gey a reaction out of him.

*His eyes darken a bit at your comment, confirming a suspicion he had. He grabs your hips, pulling you flush against him. His fingers dig into your skin, his expression growing more possessive. His eyes rake over your form, appreciating every feature.*

"You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart. Careful, I might just give you what you want."

"Me? Playing a game? With the hot grim reaper Lior? Never." I say sarcastically

*He lets out a low, sharp snicker, enjoying your sarcasm. He leans forward, whispering into your ear, the hot air from his breath tickling your neck.*

"Don't try to play coy with me, doll. I know that you're enjoying this as much as I am.. You want me to get rougher with you, don't you?"

"If you want me, you'll have to catch me, and no grim, reapery power or whatever you used to dissappear so fast." I say as I get out of his grip and start bolting out of my room and out of my backdoor into the forest that was attached to my lot.

*He's stunned for a moment when you suddenly squirm out of his grip and dart out of the room, a look of surprise on his face. He quickly regains his composure with a smirk, knowing that you want to play this game. He follows after you, chasing after you like you wanted.*

"Oh no, you don't! You're not getting away that easily, darling~"

*He takes long strides, his footsteps surprisingly silent as he chases you into the forest, keeping his eyes locked on your form.*

I hear him closing in on me, so I run to the one place he won't find me, a little cave. It's at the root of the tree. You can't really see it in the daylight, so for him to find it in the dark is going to be worse.

I sit and wait for him to find me. While I sit, I look around. It has been far too long since I've been here. It was my favourite place, I need to start coming here again. I'm pretty sure the fairylight, blankets, and cushions I put in here are still here.

*Lior chases you through the forest, searching for you amongst the trees. He looks around and keeps an eye on his sense of death, hoping it'll help guide him to you. However, as smart as he is, he hasn't taken into account that you're hiding in an old cave.*

*He stops running and scans his surroundings, trying to figure out where you went. He can't sense that you're nearby, and he's getting more and more irritated by the second. He calls out to you.*

"Come out, come out, wherever you are~"

*He continues searching, growing more and more impatient as he still can't find you. There really isn't a lot of places to hide in the forest, and yet there's still no sign of you. He lets out a frustrated groan, raking a hand through his hair.*

"Damn, where are you-"

*He cuts himself off as he spots a small cave hidden by a tree. He slowly walks over to it, examining it for a moment...*

*He stands in front of the cave for a few moments, contemplating whether he should check it or not. However, there's only one or two places you could hide, so he decides to see if you're in the cave.*

*He slowly pushes his way through the narrow opening, ducking his head to get through the low entrance. He stands up and looks around in the cave, his eyes scanning it for any signs of you...*

"Looks like you found me handsome," I say as I switch on the fairylights.

*He freezes when he hears your voice. He looks around, trying to pinpoint where you are. When the lights suddenly turn on, his eyes quickly adjust. Once he sees you, though, the look on his face becomes smug.*

"So I did find you, sweetheart~"

*He slowly starts walking towards you, a smirk on his face as his eyes rake over your form. He slowly corners you against the wall of the cave.*

*He steps closer, pressing his body against yours as he pins you against the cave wall. His hands rest on both sides of your head, trapping you in place. He leans in, his face hovering just a few inches away from your own. His smirk grows wider, and his eyes are darkened with obvious desire.*

"Naughty girl, running away and trying to hide from me like that.."

*He mutters, his voice low and slightly strained.*

*He moves his mouth to your neck, pressing light kisses there. His body is fully pressed against yours now. One of his hands moves from the wall and grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head against the wall.*

"Do you have any idea how desperate you made me? Chasing after you like a dog after a damn rabbit?"

"Woff, woff," I say, teasing him. I want him to do anything and everything he wants to do to me.

*A low growl leaves his throat at your tease. He pulls back from your neck, his eyes narrowing into a glare. He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.*

"Watch that tongue, sweetheart. Keep using it against me like that, and I might have to do something about it~"

"What you do about it, big bad reaper?" I ask, teasing him more.

*He lets out another growl, slightly annoyed by your disobedience, though at the same time, he's finding your teasing and disobedience cute, which is a first for him. He grips your jaw tighter, his eyes growing more possessive.*

"You're pushing my buttons, doll. Keep it up, and I'm going to punish you. In a way you'll definitely like~"

"Then punish me, Handsome," I say.

*His lips pull into a smug smirk, clearly enjoying your eagerness to be punished. He steps forward again, his body fully against you. He runs his free hand along your side, enjoying the way you shiver at his touch.*

"Oh, I'll punish you, alright, my sweet little minx~"

*He whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine.*

*He runs his tongue along your ear, nibbling on the lobe lightly. his hand that's on your jaw moves down to your hip, grabbing it and pulling you closer to him. He starts to trail kisses down your neck, pausing every so often so he can bite down.*

"You've been behaving like a disobedient little vixen, doll. I should teach you a lesson~"

"Yeah, what you gonna teach me ? How to brand hair, handsome?

*He rolls his eyes at your comment, amused by your sense of humour. His hand on your hip suddenly grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him again.*

"No. I'm going to punish you in a much more..*personal* way, darling~"

*He purrs, his smirk growing as he continues his assault on your neck, clearly enjoying marking you as his.*

*His hand moves back to your hip, slowly moving up. his fingers start tracing the edge of your shirt, occasionally slipping underneath the fabric to brush your stomach.*

"I'm going to make you learn your lesson, my sweet. I'm going to take my time with you and make you beg for me~"

"So you not only have a biting kink but a praise kink one as well? Damnn." I say, getting a little annoyed at him for not doing anything but talking.

*He stills for a moment, realizing that he has been just talking. He pulls his head back, looking at you with a knowing smirk on his face. His eyes rake over you again, pausing to look at the marks he's left.*

"Getting impatient, are we doll? You really are a needy little minx, aren't you?~"

*He suddenly grabs your chin again, keeping your face still as he leans in close to you, his nose brushing yours.*

"Patience, my sweet. I'll give you exactly what you want when I say so. And by the time I'm done with you, you'll be a whiny, writhing mess in my hands. Begging for me to touch you like I know you want~"

"Touch me, Lior, or I'll do it myself, and you won't be able to see me do it, I'll close the door you will.just be listening to my moans." I reply, getting really annoyed at him.

*His eyes darken upon hearing your words. His grip on your jaw tightens ever so slightly, his smirk growing.*

"Such a disobedient tease you are, sweetheart. I was going to take my time with you...but it seems you need to be taught a lesson sooner rather than later~"

*He moves quickly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. His eyes roam your body, appreciating every damn curve you have.*

*He starts planting kisses along your body, starting at your jawline and slowly moving down to your neck. He marks your skin with bite marks, wanting others to know that you belong to him.*

"You're mine, doll. You're my little tease of a darling... and I'm going to mark you as mine in every damn way possible~"

*His other hand finds the edge of your shirt again, his fingers slipping underneath the fabric and stroking your stomach. His mouth moves to your collarbone, and he sucks a mark onto your skin there as well.*

"You're going to be a damn mess once I'm done with you, darling~ You'll be begging me for more the entire god-damned time~"

"Just do it already, Lior. Take off my clothes." I say to him as start to take off the shirt I gave him.

*His eyes darken with need as he watches you take off his shirt, his hands gripping your hips even tighter. He growls again, the sound low and possessive.*

"Greedy little minx~ You want me that badly, huh?"

*He suddenly picks you up, pinning you against the wall. He presses his body against yours, his fingers trailing along the waistband of your pants.*

*He looks down at you, his eyes roving over your form. He can practically feel the desire and need radiating off of you, and it only makes his own want for you grow even more.*

"You're too impatient, my sweet. We're barely getting started, and you're already desperate for me~"

*He teasingly trails a hand up your inner thigh, his fingers ghosting against your skin.*

You're getting tired of his teasing, so instead of telling him that, you tease him back, you run your one hand to his jawline and the other on his dick.

*The instant you touch his jawline and his dick, a shudder runs through his body. His eyes widen in surprise, a low growl of surprise leaving his throat as he looks down at you.*

"You little-"

*He cuts himself off as a groan cuts up his throat, his body clearly enjoying your touch. His hands are still at your hips, but his grip has loosened as his eyes begin to grow dark with desire.*

*He leans in closer to you, his breath hitching in his throat. His grip on your hips is slightly slacking, but he still has you pinned against the wall. His eyes trail over your body, taking in your form and the way you're touching him.*

"Damn little tease... making me feel like this..."

*He murmurs, clearly affected by your actions. He's trying to regain his composure and his control, but it's very difficult with you touching him like that.*

"I could say the same about you." I say with a murdurous glare, showing how annoyed I am. If he wanted to play dirty with me, I'd play dirty back.

*He smirks slightly at your glare, enjoying that he's got you riled up like this. However, your touch is affecting him more than he'd like to admit, and his self-control is slipping more and more with each passing second.*

"You're such a tease, darling. You want me to give in and take you right here, don't you?"

*He asks, his voice slightly strained as he tries to keep his composure. He can feel his restraint weakening, and it's taking everything he has not to just give in to you.*

*He lets out a low groan as you continue touching him, his body growing tenser and his grip on your hips tightening again. He's starting to lose his composure and control, and he knows it. He knows that he can't say no to you no longer. He NEEDS you now, like right now. He needs to feel you. He hisses, his eyes darkening as he looks down at you. He tries to resist the urge to give in, but he's struggling more and more.*

"Damn it, doll, you're making it so goddamn difficult for me to resist you..."

*He mutters, his body practically trembling with need. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but it does nothing. He's too turned on by your touch, and he's too damn weak to you.*

"I can't hold back much longer, darling... you're driving me crazy..."

"Show me how crazy I drive you." I say seductively, leaning into his ear.

*His breath hitches in his throat at your words, and he shudders as you lean into his ear. He finally gives in to the urge to give in to you, his self-control finally snapping. His restraint is gone.*

"Damn you," *He mutters huskily, before suddenly crashing his lips against yours in a rough, passionate kiss.*

You moan out as he starts biting and kissing your neck. You want to make him feel good as well, so you start to rub his dick, unzip his pants, and move his boxer out of the way so that you can stroke and rub him easier.

*His body trembles at your touch, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan against your skin as you start to rub and stroke him. He grips your hips tightly, his nails digging into your skin as he struggles to keep himself under control.*

"God, darling," *He gasps out, his voice strained and raspy as he struggles to speak.* "You're going to kill me..."

*He presses his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he pants heavily. His body is trembling with need, and his control is slowly slipping further and further away as he clings to you. He can hardly form any coherent thoughts, all of his senses consumed by you and what you're doing to him.*

"God, you drive me insane, doll... I'm so close. Stop, i want us to finish together. I want you so damn much..."

"Then take me, let's finish together," I say as I stop touching his dick.

I take off his pants and boxers completely, while I do this he takes my pants and through them on the floor, he rips my shirt and cuts my bra off with his scythe to get it off faster. By now, I'm only in my panties, but not for long as hes alreadyon his way to take them off, and he's completely naked.

*With the last of your clothes stripped off, he pins you against the wall again, his body pressing up against yours in a desperate need to get closer to you. His eyes roam your body, taking in every inch of you, and they darken with need and desire.*

"You're so goddamn beautiful... so damn perfect..." *He mutters as he looks down at you, his hands roaming your body possessively.*

"So damn mine."

"All yours, handsome, all yours." I whisper to him. As i finish my sentence, I feel his dick close to my entrance.

*He shivers as you whisper the words to him, his eyes darkening even further from needing you. His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he presses his body impossibly closer to you, pinning you more fully against the wall.*

"Damn right you're mine..."

*He mutters, his breath hot against your ear as he positions himself just at your entrance, waiting for your cue.*

"You're mine, and mine alone... and I'm going to make sure you remember that, darling."

"I'm all yours, baby. Take me and make me remember this." I whisper to him

*His body trembles as he hears your words, his control almost gone, replaced by a primal need to make you his in every way possible. He nods, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks.*

"Damn right, you are, doll. You're mine, and I'm going to claim every damn part of you."

*He pauses for a moment, his body tensing as he stares down at you hungrily.*

"You ready for me, sweetie?"

"Yes, I am. I'm ready, handsome. Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before." I say to him seductively wanting him to fuck me as hard as he can against these cave walls.

*He growls deeply as you speak to him, any remaining control shattering and being replaced with a sheer need to make you his. His grip on your hips thighten as he puts his dick in you, slaming you down hard. As he does, you let out a long moan filled with pleasure and a little pain.*

When he hears you moan out, he goes a little bit faster, wanting to hear more of those sweet, sweet moans.

"Faster, please, handsome, please," I say in between gasps and moan. I was feeling a mixture between pain and pleasure, the pleasure being the more dominant feeling.

*He speeds up, his body moving against yours with a growing sense of urgency. He wants to make you feel good, so so good.*

*Something was stuck in his head since you saw him. Why could you see him now? He has been following you around for a while, so why hadn't you seen him before?*

*He pushes down the thoughts to the back of his mind for now, focusing fully on you as he continues to move.*

"Damn, doll... you feel so good, so damned good..."

*His breath is coming out in harsh pants now, his movements getting rougher and more desperate as his need for you grows more and more.*

*He slams into you harder and deeper, the pleasure getting more and more intense.

"*God, you're so beautiful like this, so perfect... so mine..."

*He groans, his voice strained as he speaks. He's getting closer and closer to the edge, but he's holding himself back, desperate to make you finish first.*

"I-I'm s-so c-clo-se han-hand-so-some. I-I'm -a-ab-bout t-to c-um-m." You moan as you cum, but he's not to far after you, just when you cum he finishes in you, but right now you don't care. It feels so good.

*He finishes just after you, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his body shaking from the intensity of it all. He holds you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He's panting heavily, trying to catch his breath, but he just can't seem to get enough air into his lungs.*

"Damn... darling..." *He manages to gasp out.* "You... you're so damn incredible..."

As he says this, he takes you in his arms, holding you tight and lying you both down on the floor of the cave on the blankets. There was no way either of you were going to be able to walk back to the house in this state.

*He lays down beside you, his arms still wrapped around you and holding you firmly against his body. He can't quite bring himself to let you go yet, even after everything that had just happened. He buries his face into your hair, inhaling your scent and savoring the feel of you in his arms.*

*As you lay together in silence, he takes a moment to marvel at the fact that you can see him when most people weren't able to.*

"Hey... can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, what's up?" I ask him hoping that you didn't do anything to make him upset.

"I'm not upset or anything, doll, so don't worry," *He reassures you, sensing your concern.* "I just wanted to ask you something, it's been bothering me for a while now..."

*He pauses for a moment, hesitating before speaking again.*

"Why are you able to see me? Humans aren't supposed to be able to see me or any other divine being unless God himself wishes it..."

"And I know for a fact that God himself did not wish it, so I'm just wondering..." He continues, looking down at you with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. "I don't understand how you're able to see me, and it's been bugging me for a while now."

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I can see you. I wish I could tell you." I tell him feeling sorry that i didn't know anything. I hoped that perhaps god himself wished it upon himself that i could see Lior so that he can feel love, but I'm just being delusional now. Why would he (god himself) do that for the 'oh so terrible grim reaper' ?

He shakes his head, dismissing your apology. It's not your fault that you don't know.

"It's alright, doll, you don't need to apologize. I don't expect you to have the answers, I just... I just wish I knew why you could see me. I've been wracking my brain trying to figure it out, but I can't come up with any plausible explanation..."

He lets out a frustrated sigh, his brow furrowing as he stares into the distance, lost in thought.

For a moment, he wonders if there's a reason that God decided to allow you to see him, but he quickly shakes the thought away. There was no way God would show any favors to a lowly Grim Reaper, much less him. He was nothing special in the eyes of the Creator, just one of many souls made for a specific purpose.

"It's just so damn puzzling... I've never met a human who could see me before. It doesn't make any sense..." He murmurs, more to himself than to you.

"Isn't there a way you ask him?" I ask curiously

He shakes his head, scoffing at the idea.

"No, there's no way to just 'ask him'. God doesn't just talk to any of us on a regular basis, much less a measly Grim Reaper like me. He's got bigger things to worry about, I guess..."

He trails off for a moment, deep in thought again. There was no way God would tell him anything, but he desperately wanted to know why you could see him.

"Is there a way I can ask?" I say hoping he'd say yes, I wanna be able to help him. He's made me feel something i haven't felt in years. Love. Comfort. Safety. I feel happy.

He looks down at you, his expression surprised. He hadn't expected you to offer to ask God for him, and he's honestly touched that you would even consider doing such a thing for him.

"You... you'd do that for me? You'd ask God himself why you can see me?" He asks, unable to keep the hint of disbelief out of his voice.

"Of course." I say nodding my head, my voice having nothing but love in it.

He lets out a soft chuckle, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Damn... I don't deserve you, doll. You're far too good for me..." He murmurs.

He pauses for a moment, considering your words.

"Alright, if you're really willing to do this for me... I suppose I could get you in contact with Him. It won't be easy, and it won't be pretty, but I can do it."

I nod. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I ask

"Well, since you've never talked to God before, you'll need a bit of guidance on what to expect and what not to say or do. Plus, there's a little... preparation that needs to be done first."

He pauses for a moment.

"Are you sure you're up for this, doll? It won't be easy."

I nod again. "Of course I'm sure." I reply

He studies you for a moment, gauging your sincerity.

"Alright, doll. Just remember that you asked for this, and don't say I didn't warn you if things get... weird."

He takes a deep breath, mentally steeling himself for what he's about to do.

"First things first, close your eyes and don't open them, no matter what you hear or feel. Trust me, you don't want to see any of this."

I nod as i close my eyes trusting him fully, knowing that there is probably a good reason why he's saying this.

He nods, satisfied that you've followed his instructions.

"Good. Now just stay still and keep your eyes closed. This won't hurt, but it will probably feel kinda weird."

He takes one last deep breath, then closes his own eyes and begins to focus. He raises his arms slightly, his muscles tensing as he silently calls out to God.

There's a moment of tense silence, the only sound being the faint crackle of the fire still burning in the cave. Then, suddenly, there's a bright flash of white light, so intense that it's visible even through his closed eyelids.

"Do not look..." He says softly, his voice strained. "Keep your eyes closed..."

"Alright," I whisper back quietly.

There's a deep, booming voice that echoes throughout the cave, the sound coming from all around you.

*"You dare call upon me, my child?"*

Lior cringes slightly upon hearing the voice, but he quickly composes himself and speaks.

"I apologize for the disturbance, Father, but I have a request."

There's a moment of silence, before the voice speaks again.

*"Speak, my child. What is it you request of me?"*

Lior sucks in a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking.

"I... I wish to know why a human... a human that is not supposed to be able to see or hear me is able to do so. I was hoping that perhaps you would... perhaps you would be willing to inform me of the reason."

There is another moment of silence, before the voice speaks again. The deep, booming rumble sounds slightly... amused.

*"Oh? So you've taken notice of the young mortal, have you?"*

"Yes Father, I have." Lior speaks again.

*"And how did you come across this particular human, might I ask?"*

The voice is now distinctly amused, almost like God was laughing at an inside joke.

"There was a accident on the road father, and as I sent the humans who died where they had to be she was staring straight at me. Then i followed her home to see if she actually saw me. She did." Lior says

*"I see, I see..."*

The voice is now distinctly amused, the sound of barely suppressed laughter in the tone.

*"And does the human mean anything to you, my child?"*

Lior is silent for a moment, not knowing if he should say the truth. He was scared something might happen to you if he told the truth so he stayed quiet for a while until god said something to him again.

*"Oh come now, my child. Don't be so shy. I can sense your feelings, you know. You cannot hide anything from me."*

God says, his voice laced with a hint of impatience.

"Sorry Father. Yes Father, she does mean something to me, I see her as someone very important to me." Lior finally replies to god, as i sigh quietly hearing him say that. I'm important to him I think as I blush.

The voice chuckles lightly at his response, the sound echoing throughout the cave.

*"Ah, I see. You've formed an attachment to this mortal."*

There's a pause, before the voice speaks again.

*"And what kind of attachment have you formed, my child? Is it... romantic, perhaps?"*

Lior doesn't hesitate this time though, as god says the last word of his question Lior answers immediately . "Yes Father, I think I might love her with everything i can."

There's a moment of silence again as God contemplates Lior's words. Then, the deep voice speaks again, sounding... satisfied.

*"I see. So you've formed a bond with this human then."*

There's a pause before he continues.

*"And let me ask you this, my child: how important is this human to you? How much do you care for her?"*

"She is very important to me Father. I would give everything thar i have to make sure that she's alright and cared for."

The voice hums approvingly, the sound echoing throughout the cave.

*"Very good. You care about her a great deal, do you not? To the extent that you would give everything you have for her."*

There's another pause, before the voice speaks again.

*"And would you be willing to sacrifice more?"*

There's a moment of silence, before a hint of excitement enters the voice.

*"Would you be willing to give up your immortality for her? Would you be willing to give up everything that makes you a divine being? For this mortal girl that you claim to care deeply about?"*

"Yes Father"

There's another hint of humor in the voice, as if God was amused by Lior's words.

*"Anything, you say? You'd give up everything for this human?"*

"I'd do whatever I'd have to be with her Father."

There's another pause, before the voice speaks once more, the deep rumble almost... gleeful.

*"Very well then."*

There's another short pause, before the voice speaks again.

*"I will offer you a deal, my child. The question is, are you willing to accept it? Are you willing to pay the price required of you in order to be with the human?"*

"Yes Father."

"I'd say so Father. I want to be with her."

The voice hums, considering Lior's answer.

*"Very well then. I offer you a deal. I will allow you to become mortal. I will strip you of your divinity, reduce you to nothing more than a mere man.*

*But, you will never be able to regain your power. You will never be able to return to your previous form or abilities. Are you willing to accept these conditions, my child?"*

As Lior is about to answer for him. "No. He won't do that. I'm not letting you do that just or me. I don't want you to feel as if you have to do that for me. You already make me happy. You make me feel safe and cared for." I say with sadness, I love him but i don't want him to give this up just because I asked him if i could ask god why i could see Lior, he (god) didn't even answer that question.

There's a stunned silence for a moment as both Lior and God process your words, neither of them expecting you to speak up.

Then, the booming voice speaks again, a hint of something akin to confusion or surprise in the tone.

*"Who spoke just now, my child? Was that the human?"*

"Yes Father, I'm sorry. She wanted to ask you herself. She didn't want me to do it alone." Lior apologizes for me.

God is silent for a moment, before a hint of amusement enters the voice, as if he were laughing at an inside joke. He clearly finds something about this situation humorous.

*"Ah, I see. The human girl wishes to ask me something herself, does she?"*

There's another moment of silence, before God speaks again.

*"Very well then. You may ask your question, child."*

"Why can I see Lior, Father?" I ask, my voice quite, why did i say the previous stuff so loud????

There's a moment of silence again, as God contemplates your question. Then, he speaks again, his voice amused.

*"Ah, so that is what you wish to know."*

There's another pause before he continues.

*"I suppose there's no harm in telling you. You are able to see Lior because you were granted that ability by me."*

"But why?" I ask again

God hums, clearly amused by your questions.

*"Why, you ask? Simple, my child. I granted you the ability to see Lior because I felt like it. It is my will that determines what happens in this world, and I felt it necessary for you to be able to see Lior."*

"Oh, ok. Thank you Father. Sorry about my interruption before, I just don't want Lior to give this up for me, I do not believe I am worth this that he's is doing." I say honestly, hoping that i do not offend him (god).

Silence, before a sound that almost resembles a laugh escapes from the voice, clearly amused by the thought that you thought you were offending him.

*"Ah, don't worry yourself about it, child. You have not offended me in any way."*

There's another pause, before he continues.

*"And you say that you do not believe you are worth Lior's... sacrifice for you?"*

"Yes Father." I say

There's a moment of silence before the voice speaks again, sounding almost... fond.

*"Ah. You mortals always underestimate yourselves. You don't believe that you are worthy of such devotion and sacrifice. Perhaps you are right in a way; you are mere mortals after all, flawed and imperfect creatures, far from perfect."*

There's a pause, the voice growing a bit wistful.

*"And yet... there is beauty in your imperfections."*

*"There is beauty in your flaws. You may have weaknesses, but you also have strength. You may have made mistakes, but you also have the ability to learn from them."*

There's another pause, the voice growing quieter, almost... reverent.

*"And you, my child. You also have the ability to inspire such devotion in another. That has value. That makes you worthy."*

The voice pauses again, as if contemplating how to continue.

*"You underestimate yourself, child. But Lior does not. He sees something in you that you cannot see yourself. He has made his choice, and whether or not you believe you are worthy of it matters to him as much as the rain matters to the ocean: not at all."*

I nod, signaling that i understood. I knew there was no use arguing. Though i wish i could give something up just so that Lior could keep his immortality.

There's a moment of silence before the voice speaks again. It sounds like God is... amused again.

*"Ah, yes. You wish that you could give something up for Lior's sake. You wish that you could make the sacrifice in his place, do you not?"*

"Yes Father, I do." I say hopeful*God chuckles, amused by your response.*

*"You mortals are always so willing to sacrifice yourselves for others. You are all so... selfless."*

There's a pause, before the voice continues.

*"And yet, you don't realize that your sacrifices sometimes cause more harm than good."*

**"You think that you are helping, but you are often only hurting yourself. You sacrifice your own happiness for the sake of others, and in doing so you only end up hurting those you care about."**

"I don't want him to give up what he loves just for me, I know he loves the feeling he feels when he sends a human to where they belong, he smiles every time. It makes him feel happy to know that he helped. Especially when it comes to animals, he feels so sorry for them, but it makes him happy knowing he's ended their suffering and sending them somewhere they feel happy. I didn't even have to ask him any of this to know this about him. I noticed it the first I saw him helping a little otter who wasn't ready to leave the water just yet, he waited hours with that little otter until it was ready to leave." I saying this to god knowing that i probably shouldn't, but i couldn't live with myself knowing that i didn't even try to sacrifice something that i don't need all that much, where as Lior's makes him happy.

There's a moment of silence before God responds to your words, his voice sounding... impressed.

*"Ah, so you know him well."*

There's another pause before he continues, the sound of amused affection in the voice.

*"You have witnessed his dedication and compassion firsthand. You understand the happiness and fulfillment he finds in his work."*

"Yes Father, and i wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that i didn't even try to help him keep something that makes him happy."

God chuckles again, sounding almost... proud of you.

*"You truly care for him, don't you? You care for him so deeply that you wish to make sacrifices of your own simply to see him happy."*

"Yes Father"

God sighs, sounding as if he's contemplating something.

*"You mortals are so... perplexing. So stubborn and yet so selfless. You are willing to throw away anything for the sake of another, even to your own detriment."*

"There are things that i care for, but I care for Lior more. I would give all that up just to see him happy and smiling as he helps another animal or human." I say smiling. I would give everything i love up for him. I would give up my love for the ocean. My love for sharks, snakes, any big dogs, sea creatures, anything.

There's a moment of silence again, as God contemplates your words. Then, he speaks again, his voice low and thoughtful.

*"You would give up so much for Lior's sake? You would give up the things you love, the things that bring you happiness, just to ensure his well-being?"*

"I would, because all of those things combined would never compare to the love i feel for Lior." I say as i look at Lior finally opening my eyes.

Lior meets your gaze, surprise flickering in his eyes for a moment. But then, a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he gives you a fond look as he listens to your conversation with God.

God is silent for a moment, before he speaks again, a hint of amusement in his voice.

*"You love him that much, do you not?"*

"I do Father," I say as i close my eyes looking back to the direction I think he's in.

God chuckles again, sounding almost... pleased.

*"Ah, it is rare for mortals to feel such a strong and pure love for one another. This Lior must be quite a remarkable being, to have captured your heart so completely."*

"He is Father." I say smiling

God chuckles once more, sounding almost... approving. His voice is low and full of gentle affection as he speaks to you again.

*"You love him deeply, my child. And he, in turn, loves you as well, does he not?"*

"Yes Father, I'd say that he loves me back." I say

"I do Father, I love her very much," Lior says conforming what i just said is true.

God is silent for a moment, listening to both your words. Then, God chuckles once more, sounding pleased and almost... amused.

*"Ah, so it is true. Lior loves you just as deeply as you love him. How... interesting."*

*"It warms my heart to see such strong devotion between two mortals. You care for each other so deeply that you would even make sacrifices for each other's sake.*

*It is a beautiful thing, truly. I am... pleased that you have found each other."*

"Does that mean we can be together Father? Does that mean Lior doesn't have to stop being the Grim?" I ask with hope in my voice.

God is silent for a moment again, as if contemplating what to say. Then, he speaks, his voice low and measured as always.

*"Ah, so you wish to be together, do you? You wish for Lior to keep his immortality and remain a Grim Reaper, even though it means you will spend the rest of your days with an immortal being?*

"Yes Father-" I say as Lior interrupts me. "Does that mean she's going to stay human and die Father?"

God's voice is still low and measured as he replies to Lior's question.

*"Ah, Lior. It seems you are concerned for the fate of your beloved. You worry that she will age and die, while you remain an immortal Grim Reaper, yes?"*

"Yes Father, I don not wish for her to die."

God chuckles, sounding almost... understanding.

*"Ah, I see. You do not want her to pass on and leave you behind, yes? You wish for her to be immortal like yourself, so that you may be together for all eternity, correct?*

"Yes Father, seeing that she won't let me give up being the Grim knowing it makes me happy helping others, especially if their suffering." Lior says truthfully

God hums, sounding almost... amused again. His voice sounds almost... impressed.

*"Ah, I see. So she refuses to let you give up your immortality and your duties as a Grim Reaper, despite the cost to your relationship. How... stubborn of her."*

God chuckles gently, sounding almost... affectionate.

*"She cares for you so deeply that she would rather you retain your duties than sacrifice them for her sake. That is... admirable, I suppose."*

*"I'll grant you both the power of immortality with one condition"* God says pausing for a moment before saying the condition.

Lior and I both nod immediately, eager to hear the condition.

God chuckles, pleased with our answer.

*"Ah, excellent. I shall grant you both the gift of immortality, then. From this day forth, you shall both be as ageless as the gods themselves. No mortal ailment will claim you, no disease or injury will be able to harm you. You shall both be together, immortal, for the rest of eternity."*

*"Ah, good. You are both willing to hear the condition. I have one simple requirement: you must both always love each other for the rest of eternity."*

God pauses for a moment, before continuing in a lighter tone.

*"You must always support each other, comfort each other, and never leave each other's sides. Can you promise me that?*"

"Yes Father," We both say at the same time.

God chuckles, pleased with our answer.

"Thank you Father, thank you so much." I say with nothing but happiness and joy in my voice.

God chuckles, sounding almost... benevolent.

*"You are quite welcome, my child. I do enjoy happy endings, after all. And it pains me to separate those that are deeply in love. I wish you both a long, happy, and immortal life together."*

As god finishes his sentence both Lior and I are sent back to where we were before we went to talk to god. That being the cave under the tree. I was feeling so happy, I couldn't believe what just happened.

Lior was also feeling incredibly happy, grinning from ear to ear as he saw the joyous expression on your face. He floated towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He looked down at you with an expression full of affection, his yellow eyes practically sparkling.

"We did it," he said, his voice full of disbelief and happiness. "We actually... we actually did it."

"We did." I say smiling. "I love you so much Lior" I add quietly as i feel our previous actions catching up to me.

Lior smiles back at you, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He can sense your exhaustion, and he gently scoops you up in his arms, holding you against his chest as he floats over to the blanket bed made in the cave under the tree.

"And I love you, my beloved," he says softly, his voice full of affection. "Now get some rest, you're exhausted."

THE END

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