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gremlingottoosilly · 1 year ago

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Your ride is here (dark!Ghoap x fem!Reader)

CW and tags: Non-con, poly, group sex, size kink, daddy kink, power imbalance, kidnapping, dead dove do not eat, forced orgasms, praise, humiliation I really really adore @ohbo-ohno and @ceilidho for their amazing takes on writing dark fics with Ghoap and fem!Readers Word count: 3794 AO3

You were already way too drunk when you got out of the bar. It was an annoyingly loud party, too many people you never even knew – you thought that it would be nice since it’s a nice bar and not some weird tech music club, but it didn’t really matter in the end. You were still wasted, head spinning around and headache already forming with bile in your throat every time you opened your eyes. Your phone is dead, your brain is barely working, and the only thing you wish to do right now is to curl down in a small ball and cry.

You barely managed to call for an Uber before your phone blinked one last time and turned off – and judging by the fact that the somewhat kinda, big-ish car was the only one in the dim alleyway, you assumed it was your ride. Hopefully, you’ll get home as soon as possible, get a shower, clear your stomach from alcohol slowly brewing into nausea, and fall asleep.

You’re far too drunk to notice that the driver didn’t even ask for your name when you got inside.

— H…hey there. You’re my driver, yea?

You force the words out of your mouth as you slowly duck your head into the car and settle on the backseat before the guy even says anything. He is pretty, somewhat – a weird fucking haircut for sure, but has a roguish charm of a boy you might meet at the nearest gas station shop. You’re way too buzzed to think of him in any romantic way, but he is nice to look at, and you’re staring to the point of being inappropriate.

He smiles, and you feel your cheeks heating up – probably just alcohol working its way up your system. But he looks nice and probably would feel nice in bed, too – he clearly forgot about shaving for a few days, and you almost think about the way it would feel on your face. Or between your legs. Or just right on your…

— Aye, it’s me.

You can see his cheeks getting flushed as he stares back at you. The situation becomes slightly more weird with each passing moment, but he taps on his phone, probably searching for a map. You turn your head to look at the blurry image – not like you have any knowledge of the area, transferring here for your big girl job and trying to make your way in the city that couldn’t care less about you or your feelings.

You press your cheek against the car seat, leaning over to help him.

— It’s on…yeah, um, Maple 37-12. I think I might have typed the address incorrectly on the app.

— Thank ye, lassie.

He quickly turns on the map to head over to your house, and you smile, happy about your management skills even as you’re still drunk as hell. You allow your head to fall on the backseat headrest again, closing your eyes just for a second. It’s a long ride home, and you already regret every decision that made you go to this fucking party.

The driver is chatty.

Really fucking chatty.

— So, where do you work? Ye shouldn’t be up in that hour.

You grumble something in the answer, not wanting to speak too much. Your brain isn’t built for this kind of pressure right now.

— Yer boyfriend goin’ to pick ye up?

You slightly wince at the words, another reminder of how utterly alone you were. Of course, if you had a boyfriend or even some close, responsible friends, you would ask them to help you with a ride home – you never trusted public transport at this hour, and uber is often varies between a last resort and a stranger danger on wheels.

— Don’t have any.

Your brain is far too drunk to even comprehend why you didn’t just lie that a mysterious boyfriend will meet you. Somehow, the expression of the driver – he called himself Johnny with such a beautiful boyish smile that it made your toes curl – made you feel dizzy and light in the head. God, you don’t want to act like a high school sweetheart, but all of those drinks made you feel lonely.

— No way. A wee bonnie like ye shouldnae be alone.

You lick your lips, trying not to sound too miserable. You’re failing.

— I’m focusing on my career.

He actually laughs at that, and you feel even more embarrassed.

— Career? How does that work out for ye?

You just grumble at the answer, not wanting to bury yourself even deeper. Truth be told, it’s not what you expected when moving to a new city – you don’t know anyone, don’t have any friends here, your life has started from a blank point, and there is really nothing for you to do besides trying to connect with some uptight work buddies in a grimy bar.

Driver says something else – just general questions, something about the weather. Silly jokes that make you snort and reconsider your sense of humor – he is really nice for a cab driver, and you kinda want to just listen to him talk over and over again. You kinda just want to close your eyes and sleep, but you suddenly realize that you need to charge your phone in order to check the payment – you don’t think you have enough cash in your purse, and you don’t want to make the driver’s life even more miserable. He must be low on money to work at this hour, and you kinda feel bad enough to leave him a big tip after all of this, especially if you would end up throwing up all over his nice, big car. It's suited for some brutal man from war movies, not an Uber driver.

— Hey, sorry. Can I charge my phone for a bit?

He smiles even more, getting you the required cable – you plug your phone finally, for the first time in the past few minutes, seeing your home screen again. God, this is late hours – you never got home at this time before.

The car takes an unexpected turn, and you swing your head to look at the window – you don’t recognize the area. Of course, the road was dark, and you lived far away, but even with your blurry mind and hazy memories of the street you moved to, you knew this wasn’t right. The driver is nice and all, but you feel like he made a mistake by relying only on Google Maps. You hope he made a genuine mistake, at least.

— Um, sir?

— Aye, lassie?

He looks so innocent it immediately drops you off guard. You lean closer to him, a phone still in your hand – you were trying to refresh the Uber app quite a few times already, but it somehow never showed you the price you were supposed to pay for the trip – and try to sound as chill as possible. No use in making a scene, you both are tired, and he probably wants to get done with you as soon as possible.

— I think you took a wrong turn. My street should be on the right side.

— Didnae think I did.

— What do you mean? My home isn’t…

The app blinks, and you look at it, trying to concentrate on the obscenely bright screen, punishing your eyes for simply having those. You lick your lips, blood running cold.

You stare at the “Your driver will be here in 5 minutes”. With a description of a car that couldn’t be more different than the car you were in.

With the driver, whose name wasn’t even remotely “Johnny”.

***

Soap wasn’t intending to bring a girl home. What he intends is to find a nice chip place near the bar he and Simon used to go to together and then bring something home to eat because, of course, Lt came home before him, and his cooking skills are almost as bad as his jokes. Simon is a mad dog that will probably eat anything provided and isn’t against chewing on his shoes in case of an emergency, but he doesn’t want him to do this off-deployment.

Johnny literally just wanted to buy some grub, get it home warm, and take off drinking beer and watching some mindless shit on the TV. Preferably with Simon by his side because their relationship cannot be defined by any labels, and he as a nice fucking ass.

Well, turns out random drunk girls who slammed into his car just when he got the takeout bag securely on the front seat have nice asses too. And Soap can’t think of the last time he had his dick smothered by a woman’s lips and not his fist or, somehow, Simon’s hand.

You’re pretty, drunk, and kinda dumb – just like he loves them. Silly girl, really, what did you expect when your phone is dead and you have no other means of contacting safety. He saw you approaching the car, not even looking at his plate – you probably wouldn’t remember when he would dump you in the morning. Not that he would, of course, pretty dumb girls like you should be protected, and his job is, well, protection itself – he can drag you to his and Ghost’s apartment like a trophy in his teeth.

He licks his lips, enjoying the expression of fear slowly creeping on your face. You’re so drowsy, so adorable, he can’t help but smile widely when you’re panicking. You try to open the door, but, of course, it’s child-locked. Fitting for someone who behaves like one.

The last time he tried to convince a girl to have a threesome with him and Simon, she preferred to just watch them awkwardly jerk each other off. The last time he tried to convince a guy for a threesome with him and Simon, Johnny spent the whole night in the corner, blue-balled and lonely, as the twink preferred to suck Lt until he’d cum like two times in a row.

Johnny knows that if he wants a chance for something other than a sloppy seconds, he will have to accept a quick car fuck, possible kidnapping, and forging marriage documents for a pretty girl he just locked in his car because why the hell not, why can’t a handsome Scotsman just kidnap a drunk girl who mistook him for an Uber driver.

He stops the car in a more or less secluded area – poor bird, you’re still trying to bump your way out of the door with your shoulder, only risking dislocating it. The car was a fucking tank in disguise, the only thing that could survive Ghost’s driving skills – there is no way you would be able to get it to open without the owner wanting you to. Soap licks his lips, turning to you. Hell bells, you look divine.

Tears in your eyes, panicked expression, hands curling into fists as you’re trying to get out of your personal nightmare, no matter how drunk you are. Poor baby, he really feels bad for you – you’re so sweet, so trusting, there is no way he was the first guy to ever try to harm you like this. Sergeant might like to think of himself as being more or less in touch with normal people, but when he sees a pretty girl in trouble, he wants nothing more but to become her trouble.

He opens the car just for a second from the driver’s seat – he needs to get to you, after all, just looking at you, trapped in the backseat, won’t be enough for the throbbing erection he has in his pants. You try to fight him as he heavily lingers on you, almost crushing you under his weight. Car isn’t nearly big enough for someone like him to comfortably sit in normal position on top of you, so Johnny uses one hand to drag you back, deeper into the seat, and the other hand – to unbuckle his belt, proving to be fucking beautiful with his fingers.

You look so pretty, he can’t help but snap a few pictures for the group chat – dumb idea at first, as he thought, but now he can’t wait for the Captain to see what a pretty catch he has on his arms. The last mission was pretty rough, and they all deserve a pretty thing to cover themselves in fear and tremble under them after they fuck her, one after one. Might even bring you to Captain’s house, show you what a good girl you can be for your daddy if given a chance.

Soap smirks as he drags his hard cock out of his pants. Your eyes are wide in shock – he might not be the biggest of the group, Lt has the crown rightfully and deservingly, but it doesn’t mean that the Scot is small. Thicker than average, leaking pre-cum already – has been since you first got into the car, all cute and disoriented. He had to waste quite a few minutes driving you as far from civilization as possible without alarming your pretty, dazed head about anything – now he can reap his prize. A part of it, anyway.

You cry and squirm, trying to fight him off when he pushes his hand into your hair and tugs angrily – you’re simply too fucking weak to be a reasonable challenge, so Johnny only laughs when he can put your fight with a single press on your windpipe. You cough, struggling again – soon enough, you learn to just stop and allow him to lead. Good girl, can be trained so well – you’d make a good soldier if you weren’t so pretty and so vulnerable.

— Don’t make me break yer nose, lassie. Open up, aye?

He smiles, too warm for the situation – you don’t understand what you did to deserve this, his hand presses your throat in a tight embrace, and you can’t do anything but squirm and try somehow to use your legs to fight – but oh, you’re far too drunk to do this. You whimper, and your head spins and aches with each hiccup, leaving your lips. Such a pathetic sight to see, you could almost feel bile in your throat as he pressed his cock closer to your lips, smearing bitter liquid all over your closed mouth.

— Pl…please, don’t do this, don’t… what do you want? Money? I will give you money, or my phone, or…

He groans, the waiting time for this pretty girl is far too long already. He doesn’t want to hurt you, you’re too soft for this – a thought of slapping your face lingers in his mind, but ruining your pretty cheeks won’t be efficient in this case. Johnny tugs on your hair, hoping it will be enough to set you straight – he doesn’t want you to pass out from pain, after all. Already too merciful with just using your throat and now that tight ass hiding underneath your dress.

Your words are slurred, hazed, your tongue can’t move quite right enough – still too drunk, and lack of fresh air only makes you go dumber by each second. Soap only lets go of you when he is sure you’re far too gone to try and bite him – still, he pushes his two hands in your mouth, opening you wide as you gag and cough.

— Don’t worry yer pretty head ‘bout it. Just take me, and then we’ll go home.

He will ride you home, make you ride him, and make you some really nice breakfast later. He will carefully wipe away the damp makeup from your face – poor girl, you’re crying too much and ruined all of your hard work on this skin – and send some pretty pictures to the group. But, hey, he can snap a couple right now.

With one hand still in your mouth, he awkwardly moves his hips so his cock can point right against your lips – and presses down, making you gag more and more as he slowly but surely pushes his cock inside of your tight, warm mouth. God, this is the heavens – he can’t remember the last time he had such an amazing blowjob from such a cutie. Gaz would fucking love you.

You’re so pretty from this angle, coughing on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks – Johnny tells you to smile for the camera and snaps a couple of pictures. Group chat was an amazing idea, after all – he can’t wait to share some more cute videos once you’ve settled it. The feeling of your warm mouth on his cock is absolutely divine – you’re tight, probably inexperienced, and he relishes in the fact he might be the biggest cock you ever took in your pretty lips.

You try your hardest to pull away, but he keeps you close, a hand tugs on your hair again, making you cry harder. Soap is so sorry, bonnie, he will make it up to you later – will eat your pretty cunt sloppily, maybe mess with your ass a bit, making sure you’re all wet and open for the members of his team and their members. He snorts at the thought. smiling as you’re still fighting the urge to puke.

— Like this, aye? Don’t fuckin’ try to bite me, I don’t want to prick yer teeth off.

Threat lingers in your panicked mind as he drags his hips back before slamming in your mouth again, his balls slapping your chin with an obscene sound. The drool is leaking down your lips, creating a mess on the car seat – it’s not a problem, really, he will clean it later. Maybe would have to change the fabric of the seating for something less damp if he plans to fuck you in the car more. And oh, aren’t they all planning to do this?

His phone rings when he was least expecting it – skull emoji on the display. No name, no photo – of course. He must have predicted that Lt would like some of the fun beforehand. Well, Soap isn’t the one to hoard every trophy to himself – even if he really wants to be the first with a pretty girl.

He loves his team – and they will love you as much.

He picks up with a smug grin on his face, staring at the screen. His moans become louder, grunts that make your cheeks burn as you just know he is faking it for more theatrics – pressing his phone between his cheek and a shoulder, leaving his friend to listen to his pleasure. Licking his lips as Ghost groans, a familiar sound of an unbuckled belt clanging somewhere in the background. You sob, trying to trash out of his hold again – he only presses you deeper, your nose flattening against his pubic bone.

— Couldn’t fuckin’ wait, Jonny? Simon sounds tired, angry, jealous even – his sergeant smiles wider, slowly removing the phone from under his cheek and going into video call instead – showing your pretty face, all smothered with pre-cum, ruined makeup, and tears. You look so pretty, so perfect, he moves his hips more to remind you to suck on his cock and not just stare at him like a pretty kitten. He loves you like this, of course, but his dick twitches without proper movement, and Johnny was never the one for patience. Only for bombs, maybe.

Well, you’re a freaking bombshell, aren’t ye.

— Sorry, Lt. Dumb thing thought I was her ride.

The other man snorts. They both laugh – a cruel sound, taunting your ears. You whine and cry, feeling the cock in your mouth pulsating. You try to turn away from the camera, but it’s impossible with a hand still pressing down on your head – you can only close your eyes, poor attempt at saving your dignity. God, you feel absolutely trashed. Soap adores that defeated look in your eyes.

— And you aren’t?

— Still a better driver than you, sir. But no, not this time. Can give her a ride, though.

You hate their laughing, hate the way he is gently caressing your head like you’re a threatened animal and not a living, breathing being. He is being soft with you, like he isn’t forcing his way into your mouth – like he isn’t showing your fucked face to his friend. You hate the way your pussy burns, wet from humiliation, and the soft retirement you’re receiving. Bastard isn’t even thinking of your pleasure, and maybe that’s good. You don’t want to like it.

— Goin’ bring her home?

— Aye. Would look bloody adorable on our bed.

They both snort while your blood runs cold. You hoped, you prayed he would let you go after this – traumatized, but mostly alive and well. You have a job, you have a life, and you can’t be fucking “taken home” to some bastard’s bed while he is using you like a sex toy. You try to squeeze your teeth on his dick, maybe do at least something to make him let you go – but Soap strikes your cheek with unknown anger, making you squirm in his grasp. You sob.

— Don’t break her yet, Johnny.

— Sorry. Dumb thing tried to bite me.

— Doesn’t know any better. Gaz had a special muzzle for dumb girls.

— Too tight for my dick.

— Bloody hell, Mactavish. Don’t get too cocky.

— Never intended to, sir.

He pushes his dick deeper into your mouth. Your cheek burns from the slap, you can almost feel the bruise forming – and the bastard just tugs on your hair, filling your throat with sticky, disgusting cum. You drink it all, no use in trying to choke yourself on his seed when you’re already set in his hold.

— How is her mouth?

— Fuckin’ heaven, Lt.

— I noticed. You finished fast, even for you, Johnny.

— I’ll try better next time. Maybe get our dollie off after.

— Selfish, Mactavish.

— We all deserve to be selfish.

Soap has the fucking audacity to wipe your mouth after you finish drinking it all, pushing the remaining cum and drool back on your tongue. He gently patted on your head, then made a small apology for being too rough. Was never his intention.

— Sorry, bonnie. Don’t try to fight again, aye? You’re too tired to answer, and he just cradles your head against his chest. You whimper and cry, pleading senselessly for him to leave you – he only snaps even more photos of your tear-stained face. God, he can’t wait to bring you home. You’ll look heavenly as a fucktoy for the whole team.

— L..let me…

— Naw, lassie. Shut up and let me take you where you belong. You’ll love it, promise.

He kisses your forehead before moving to the front seat again.

You clutch to the seat in silence, bitter taste of his cum still lingering on your tongue.

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fairyyobrien · 4 months ago

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Spin The Bottle Stilinski

- this wasn’t requested but oh my god it’s been on my mind for so long. Hope y’all enjoy, this is honestly my first time writing smut so bare with me please

Warnings: smut. might be cringe. takes place in season 1, oh yea buzz cut stiles ;) some fluff

Summary: Reader and Stiles are ex best friends and get dragged to a party, they end up playing spin the bottle and reader gives Stiles a little treat

“y/n pleaseeee please come to this party with me. It’s the party of year!”

“i don’t know alison.. I’m not really in a party mood tonight..”

“y/n come on look at me, look I know it’s hard getting cheated on.. it’s been over a month, and you know you deserve to have some fun. I don’t wanna pressure you I just think it’d be good for you”

you turn around and take a good look at your best friend, she was right. you deserved this, you may have got your heart broken but you weren’t gonna let some stupid jock get the best of you.

“okay let’s do this! let’s go”

alison jumps up squealing, “yay! lets go shopping!”

“you know dude alison told me y/n is going to the party” scott says taking a sip out of his cup while looking at his best friend.

stiles rolls his eyes “uhh.. cool I guess?” he says slamming the buttons on his Xbox controller.

“we all know how you feel about her”

“that’s all in the past besides me and y/n hardly ever speak anymore.. and she has a boyfriend anyways” he shrugs, eyes still glued to the tv

“um actually y/n is single now..”

“Oh..”

“if i were you i’d wear something really nice” scott implies, making stiles rethink his choices.

*hours later*

you and alison arrived at the party, you followed her to the snack table where you were greeted with Scott and Stiles, she kissed Scott’s cheek.

“hey guys”

“hey y/n you doing good?” scott asked.

“eh.. you know me, always working”

“she’s not lying I basically had to beg her to come” alison playfully rolled her eyes

“hey sti” you smiled. “h-hey y/n”

“it’s been a while since we talked I miss you” you said hugging him softly. “yeah.. me too” he sighs looking down, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets.

after 15 minutes everyone ended up on the floor playing spin the bottle.

the bottle was passed down to stiles’s, he stared at the bottle for a good minute until he heard the words, “Spin the bottle Stilinski what are you waiting on?” he grabbed the bottle nervously and spun. he didn’t even wanna play but scott dared him and he wasn’t turning down a dare.

his jaw dropped to the floor once it landed on you. he nervously looked in scott’s direction noticing him and alison trying to retain their giggles. he then locked eyes with you smiling at you with his usual goofy awkward smile. you smile back slightly blushing.

“come on you two what you waiting on? you guys already know your way to the closet”.

stiles slowly stands up, walking your way leaning his hand down to grab yours. you nervously smile at him and grab his hand. you two make your way to the closet and he shuts the door. you don’t notice the smirks on scott’s and alison’s face as you walk away.

“soo…” stiles awkwardly says leaning against the wall.

“stiles lets talk. what happened with us?”

“what do you mean y/n?”

“why don’t we hang out anymore.. i mean we used to be so close. i miss it. i miss you.. i miss us. our friendship”

“okay I’m just gonna say it. that’s the problem y/n. it was always just “friendship” with you.. i’ve loved you for years and i couldn’t do it anymore so i distanced myself. i’m sorry” as soon as the words slipped from his mouth, stiles looked taken back at himself, he quickly turned around facing the wall and kicked at it.

“stiles look at me” he slowly turned around looking down at the floor. “you’re an idiot” you started giggling. “that doesn’t make me feel any better”. you rolled your eyes at him “stiles, i’ve always had feelings for you”

“y-you what?” his eyes widened. “Yeah..i’ve always had and still have feelings for you”. stiles pressed you up against the wall and kissed you passionately, he was surprised at his sudden boost of confidence. this wasn’t yours and stiles first kiss, you once practiced kissing with each other in the 7th grade, that was when stiles discovered his feelings for you.

the kiss started to heat up, he kissed up your jaw making you moan slightly. “sti I wanna try something” you whisper pulling away. he raised an eyebrow “okay, what do you have in mind?” you get on your knees and unzip stiles’s pants, his eyes widened once more when he realizes. “o-oh” he blushes deeply.

you pull his briefs down and he tenses up and gives out a shaky breath. “stiles i can stop if it’s too much..”

“n-no don’t stop.. i just can’t believe this is actually happening”you smirk at him, “wow sti, you’re the perfect size” you say making his face flush with red and making him hardened.

you grip his cock in your hand and start to massage. stiles lets out a soft moan, “y/n.. please”

“does it feel good?”

“Y-yes” he pants.

“how about this?” you lick around his tip. he throws his head back “ohh oh my g-god” he puts his hand over his mouth to drown out his crys and whimpers. you continue to lick, then move on to sucking. stiles takes his other hand into your hair making a ponytail. he starts thrusting into your mouth, making you nearly choke and your eyes slightly water.

you continue bobbing your head, and begin licking up and down once again. you go back to licking around the tip, slowing down then speeding back up, you begin placing kissing around stiles’s thighs, making him shiver and squirm. you wanted to make sure to give stiles the best head he could possibly receive. you make you way back down to stiles cock, and start sucking again.

“y/n I’m so close I’m-”

“hmm” you hum and he starts thrusting faster, gripping your head harder.

“i’m bout to-” he throws his back once again with the most obvious moan, so loud that the crowd just a couple steps away could probably hear it.

you pull away with a ‘pop’ quickly swallowing. stiles takes your hand into his helping you up. he was still trying to catch his breath as you helped him pull up his pants, you teased him by rubbing his now sensitive cock. he moaned again “y-y/n” you giggled and smirked at him. “come ere” he whispered pulling you in for the most passionate kiss. “god I love you so much. t-that was amazing oh my god. wow. you have a mouth of a goddess”.

“i love you too” you giggle at his reaction.

“y-you know I was thinking I could do the same to you sometime if you’re comfortable with it of course”. Your cheeks reddened, and you felt the heat from your core as the thoughts of stiles’s mouth on your wet p*ssy lingered in your mind.

“i would love that” you say and kiss his lips softly. you both pull away and straighten yourselves up looking as innocent as you possibly can. stiles opens up the door with you following behind. you both walk up to your friends, “hey guys, that was quite a while” scott teases earning an awkward laugh from stiles and a blush from you.

“y/n you ready to go back to my house?” alison asks grabbing her keys from her bag. “Oh definitely” you say yawning.

“bye scott.. bye stiles” you wave and walk away.

“duuuude” scott nudges stiles. “what?” he covers his mouth trying to cover up the blush forming. “let’s just say we all know it wasn’t PG-13 in there” he teases. “i’m guessing you guys worked things out, yes?” stiles looks back up grinning, “oh yeah everything’s definitely worked out”

that night he lied in bed replaying the images in his mind and he couldn’t wait to do the same to you.

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im sorry if this is sooo long. hopefully it was enjoyable. i really tried! 😭

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yanderambling · 2 years ago

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concept: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~1k

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, reader smoking

in case this looks familiar: this is my best recreation of a story i posted on my deleted account- i loved it too much to let it die, hopefully you'll like it too!

Adrian tries in vain to still his wagging tail, but it only propels faster as he gets closer to you.

This happens every morning: he passes by your "spot" where you hang out with your delinquent friends before school, and you always make sure to give him trouble- and it never gets easier for him to handle.

Sure, he could take a different route to school. Hell, he could even just cross the street. But then how would you catch his eye as he passes and send his heart racing? How would you snatch his tail between your fingers and give it a harsh tug that has him stumbling to a stop and biting back a moan?

"What's got you so excited this morning, freak?"

Adrian chokes on his words, causing your friends to mutter and laugh amongst themselves. He clears his dry throat before trying again, but it's so hard to focus on words with your fingers gripped in his fur.

"N-nn-Nothing."

You scoff. "That's what you say every morning, though." You gesture at him with his own tail, your voice dripping with bored condescension. "I'm starting to think this thing is broken."

The uncomfortable pressure makes Adrian's stomach flip in the most delicious way. "'m-'m sorry..." He murmurs, his heavy tongue struggling to form the words he wasn’t really sure why he was saying.

Another scoff from you, this one distinctly amused (god you’re beautiful when you laugh, even your mockery is breathtaking). "Yeah, you're sorry alright."

Adrian sees one of your friends start to step forward in his periphery, but you halt them with a simple wave of your hand.

Adrian's heart soars.

That's right! You're the only one that gets to touch him like this! You're the only one that gets to pull his tail and pinch his ears, that gets to yank his shirt and steal the breath from his lungs, that gets to grab his arm so hard he’s left pushing on the bruise for a week. Wow, you don't even want your friends getting close to him- you must really care for him!

"The hell are you smiling for?"

Adrian jumps at your blunt words, blinking at you with wide eyes as he struggles to bite down on his grin. "I- I'm not- sure- I-" He can't just say it, he knows how flustered you get about him around your friends, but he also can't very well ignore you. He gulps. “I'm- I don't- I'm not, um-"

You cut him off with a breathy, sardonic laugh (he can all but hear the angelic choir underscoring it). "Oh, jesus, whatever. Where's my damn lunch?"

Adrian perks up at this, a direction. “Oh!” He quickly turns to retrieve it from his bag, the motion causing your grip to tighten and his tail to be jerked in a downright sinful manner.

“H-hhnn-h-here…” He digs out an expensive-looking bento box, quickly holding it out to you with both hands.

Adrian has been bringing you a homemade lunch every morning for the better part of the school year (made by himself with lots of love and only a little spit, but you seem to like it so much!), content with eating from the convenience store so the butler doesn’t get suspicious about him packing two lunchboxes. He's happy to do it, to know he's serving you every day, that his dedication and affection are regularly being consumed by you- it's an honor that thrills him to no end. (You just think you're taking his lunch, and that his mom is a killer cook.)

You snatch the box from him, giving his tail a final (mouthwatering) tug before you open the container. Adrian subconsciously holds his breath as your mouth curls into a tantalizing smirk.

"Sushi, huh? Trying to get on my good side, mutt?" You flick his ear as you snap the bento closed.

Adrian is surprised his legs haven’t given out. "Y-yea-ea- I- I know it's- your favorite..."

You snort, even managing to make that sound like music to his ears. “Yeah, I'll bet."

You swing your bag around and stuff the lunch away, drawing your hand back with a cigarette and lighter.

Adrian watches in awe as you hold it to your mouth; he’s completely enraptured by the way your sweet lips purse around the filter, the way your fingers flex as they ignite it, the way the flame reflects in your entrancing eyes, the way your cheeks hollow the slightest bit as you puff. He’s practically drooling as he watches the smoke crawl from your parted lips.

"What are you waiting for, a tip? Get lost."

Adrian startles out of his reverie, blinking slowly as he comes back to himself. Oh, right. He's given you what you needed from him, he can leave now.

Damn.

He obediently ducks his head and hurries on his way, only throwing about a dozen or so glances back your way before he rounds a corner.

Leaving you is a physical pain, and it hurts more each time he has to do it. Every step away from you is like a knife to his chest, every inhale of air you haven't breathed is suffocating- but it's a pain he's more than happy to feel. Because to feel the pain of leaving means he got to be around you at all, a sacred privilege he still isn't sure how he earned.

It's not because he's a hybrid, they make up over half the school and you've never payed any of them the same attention- no, you chose him. For one reason or another- love, destiny, (he's an easy target; solitary, never fights back, eager to follow your demands, and he doesn't tell anything to anyone no matter what you do to him. he’s pathetic, really, but a nice little puppy to have around), whatever it may be- you chose him.

And you just keep choosing him.

With this reassurance in mind (and one of his many treasured photo albums of you open on his phone), Adrian continues his trek to school with a skip in his step.

He's already looking forward to watching you eat his lunch from across the cafeteria.

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doctor-dusk · 6 months ago

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𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

mr. turner (the car!alex) offers you a ride home on a rainy day. could you turn down an offer from your favorite teacher?

warnings: almost none, age gap, just a bit of angst, most fluff actually.

word count: 3.9k

kinda into prof!al for so long but i only managed to write something now. maybe there's a part 2 (with smut included), idk.

this was wrong. he knew that.

but was it so wrong?

he asked himself that every time he looked at you, sitting in your usual spot in the classroom, second chair in the second row, from left to right.

quiet girl, shy, intelligent, deer eyes that discreetly followed him when he explained the content as he walked around the room, always making a point of passing close to your row, just to be able to delude himself with the sensation of feeling your body close to his.

if he was lucky, he could also smell the faint perfume you exhale dissipating due to the air conditioning. vanilla scent, to be more specific.

you were his favourite girl. secretly, of course. so secretly that you didn't even know that.

little did he know that he’s your favourite teacher. but just like him, you were also discreet.

you avoid looking at him for too long, afraid of looking like a psychopath, or worse, that he would look back at you, something that happened sometimes.

but, oh, when he looks back at you... simply the best three seconds of your life.

you made him feel strangely uncomfortable. not that it's in a bad way. it was a ‘’good uncomfortable’’, if he can put it that way.

he liked the way your voice sounded, feeling like a warm breeze in a cold day. he wanted to be able to talk to you more, answer something other than a simple question that you occasionally asked him during class. the most you say outside the classroom is ''see you next class'' along with a polite smile.

but again, reality comes weighing like a ton. you were his student. his sweet little student.

this was so wrong. but he couldn’t help it. his eyes fell on you more than he would have liked, as if you were a magnet. to your face, your neck, your chest, always with a minimum of cleavage that was almost always covered with your coat. to your hands, always busy holding a pen, writing tireless and useless notes in your notebook.

he wondered what your delicate hands could do besides write so much.

on this particular morning, it was raining. like, a lot. you specifically loved rainy mornings when you didn’t have to go to campus, which unfortunately was not the case.

and now, you were stuck in there at one of the exits, watching the rain fall like a deluge, hoping that it would give you a minimal break so that you could at least get to the bus stop without getting all wet.

you looked at the time on your phone. it wasn't that you were in a hurry to get to your apartment, just the idea of staying there on campus didn't please you as you wish.

if only you were taking a class with mr. turner right now… yeah, the whole world could fall apart out there as long as you could be near him. his voice sounding like a shooting balm, his firm hand holding the book while the other hand was hidden inside the front pocket of his pants. you paid attention to all these details just so you could replay it like a movie in your head.

especially before bed.

oh, if mr. turner only knew what you thought about him in the dead of night…

‘’y/n?’’ you were startled by the sound of that familiar voice urging you from behind, and you hoped you weren't too pale when you turned to look at him. were your thoughts too loud?

‘’h-hi, mr. turner.’’ you forced an embarrassed smile, rubbing your arms awkwardly. ‘’what are you doing here?’’

‘’well, i… work here.’’ he chuckled weakly, hoping he didn't sound too rude, and you felt dumb for asking such a stupid question. ''waiting for the rain to stop?'' he asked, looking away from you and looking at the surroundings.

‘’yea, stupid rain.’’ you grumbled, looking around too, giving him the opportunity to look at you. as always, you were breathtaking.

he thought for a moment before opening his mouth again. should he risk it? well, he could, but he was afraid you would refuse, and worse, end up moving away.

but he had a good excuse. it was raining a lot. it wasn't an stupid rain after all.

''can i... i mean, would you like a ride home?'' he asked after clearing his throat. he had smoked a few minutes ago, so his throat was warm and his voice was a little hoarse.

‘’oh, it's very kind, but there's no need to bother.’’ you said politely, your heart beating like a drum, your palms sweating a lot as you clasped your hands in your arms discreetly.

‘’not a bother, miss. they said on the news that the rain is not expected to stop, you can stay ‘ere all day.’’ he responded, his mind worked quickly to come up with a convincing lie for you to accept. he didn't even watch the news today.

you squeezed your arms tighter. you really want to accept it, but what if someone sees you getting into his car? god, you didn't even want to imagine.

‘’listen, 's okay if you don't want to, i just…’’ he said when he noticed your hesitation, looking away for a brief second. did he fuck up? ‘’just tried to help, i know what it's like to have to go home while it's raining a lot like it is now. besides, no one's gonna see us.’’

the last last sentence caught your attention, and ironically, it was what made you calm down. it was raining, what harm would it do if you accepted a ride from your teacher?

you nodded, accepting his offer. he gave a small smile, his fist clenched around the handle of his briefcase, trying to dissipate his excitement.

you let him lead the way. luckily, he had an umbrella. a small one, not that you’re complaining. this gave you legitimacy to stand closer to him so that the umbrella could protect you both.

‘’ready?’’ he asked you, opening the umbrella, holding it by the cold metal handle while the other hand held the briefcase. you nodded, getting closer to him so you could follow his lead when you two finally stepped out.

the cold splashes of water hit your bare legs as you took a short run to the parking lot, dodging the puddles of water along the way and the wind ruffled your hair almost violently.

but nothing gave you goosebumps more than feeling his arm go over your shoulders to bring you closer, careful not to hit you with the briefcase he was holding. he didn't give a fuck if the briefcase was left unprotected and with rain falling down on it, as long as you were protected under his wing, everything was fine.

you stopped next to his car, he was cursing under his breath for forgetting to take the car keys out of his pocket before leaving with you. you held the handle of the umbrella so he could have his hand free to reach inside his pocket and pull out his car keys.

‘’thanks.’’ he muttered, disabling the car alarm. he smelled so good. a good smell of sandalwood, cedar, coffee and cigarettes. better than you have imagined. ‘’get in, ‘s fucking freezing here.’’ he said after opening the passenger door for you to get in, holding the umbrella again so you could get in.

he closed the door before you get in, running around the car to get to the driver's door, opening it quickly, closing the umbrella and throwing it on the backseat along with his briefcase. he didn't care if it was going to get the whole bench wet, he could deal with that later.

‘’oh, god, it feels like a flood, huh?’’ he chuckled, looking at you for a moment, noticing that you’re shaking. like he said, it was fucking freezing. ‘’oh, sorry, let me just…’’ he said, quickly starting the car so he could turn on the heater. ‘’there, better?’’

‘’yes, thank you, mr. turner.’’ you smiled at him, feeling your body getting warmer as the heater was doing its work. he smiled back, running his hand through his damp hair, putting on his seat belt and you repeated the act so that you could get out of there.

the heater managed to keep you warm, which was great. you could say that the car seat is more comfortable than your bed, you could easily sleep here, and the smell of his perfume permeating the car made you take a few deep breaths, your lungs almost exploded with ecstasy.

you could spend hours describing how you’re looking at the car the whole time, but you would be lying, because you were definitely looking at your teacher next to you, driving attentively, with his hard expression intact, changing only when he pressed his lips together, forming a thin line. his damp hair gave him a sexier touch than usual, his wide-open brown eyes, even though they weren't looking at you, remained enigmatic.

everything he did seemed mesmerizing. the way he operated the car with one hand, looking at the mirrors, or when he changed gears, or when he simply turned on the windshield wipers.

what a handsome man.

‘’i forgot to ask you where your house is.’’ he said, taking you out of your daydreams and you widened your eyes slightly, soon laughing softly.

‘’yeah, i forgot to mention that too.’’ you said. ‘’do you know belvedere? the neighborhood, i say.’’

‘’oh yeah, i used to go to a pub nearby when i was younger, good days.’’ he nodded, knowing the way.

you wondered if it would be polite to ask his age. he didn't look that old. he wasn't, actually. but for you, socially, he was old. not that you would care.

‘’those days are over?’’ you asked, trying to continue the topic respectfully with him, not wanting to sound desperate to talk to him. but oh, you wanted so badly to keep talking to him.

‘’yeah, i think so. when you're a teacher you don't have a lot of time and energy for this kind of thing anymore.’’ he replied, scratching his chin a little, keeping his eyes on the road, eventually glancing at you. ‘’i can barely stay awake until 2am.’’

you laughed respectfully. but you could laugh without respect too, he didn't care as long as he could hear the sound of your laugh and see your cheeks blush.

‘’if it's any consolation, i also can't go past 2am without ending up asleep.’’ you said, being honest. despite being young, you had a tiring routine, you didn't have the time or inclination to go to parties and stay up until the sun came up.

‘’two old souls, i suppose.’’ he chuckled and you followed suit. you felt good with him, he made you feel comfortable. and strangely needy.

no wonder he was your favourite teacher.

unfortunately, the ride lasted less than you wanted. you only had to indicate a few streets for him to stop in front of the building where you lived. a small building, which was certainly perfect for single people or couples.

''there you go.'' he said, forcing a smile. he wished to spend more time with you, how he wished…

‘’thank you, mr. turner.'' you said, taking off your seat belt, placing your hand on the door handle to open it, the rain was light now, just little sprinkles of water falling.

well, you should be more grateful for the ride, shouldn't you? just a small act.

‘’uhm… would you like a cup of tea?’’ you asked shyly.

he had never felt his heart beat as fast as it did now. so fucking fast that he took a while to respond. he doesn't even like tea, but he would never pass up the opportunity to spend more time with you.

‘’yeah, sounds great, if it's not a bother.’’ he answered shortly, paying attention to your face to see if you would change your mind. it was not politically correct in the eyes of society to invite a teacher to have tea in your apartment, both of you knew it.

and as always, you didn't give a fuck.

soon enough, you were unlocking the front door of your apartment, your teacher right behind you, at a considerable distance, even though all he wanted most was to hug you from behind, feel your curves under your dress to know if your body is as warm and soft as he imagines.

you led the way, turning on the lights wherever you passed, opening the door wider so he could enter. your apartment was small, as expected, but it was tidy and cozy.

‘’just like you,’’ that's what he thought.

he made himself comfortable there while you were in the kitchen. he had no tea preference, he would take whatever you offered him. he looked around a little more, paying attention to every detail of the living room and hallway that led to the bedrooms and bathroom.

the dim lights made the space more cozy and warm, the small plants in the window brought a little more color to the living room, and of course, the books along with the picture frames on the small shelf near the tv were what caught his attention the most. small books of the most diverse genres, but of course literature was what most prevailed, including foreign literature.

he swept his eyes over the photos in the frames. always you, an older woman and a younger girl. he assumed it would be your mother and your younger sister. oh, there was a dog too. such a cute poodle.

it was just normal family photos. except for the absence of a man. not that he thought he should have, he didn't know anything about you at that point, but he couldn't help but think: did you have a father?

why wasn't he in the photos? is that all that you had? your mother, your sister and a dog?

and then, suddenly, he started to wonder if it was possibly worth risking all of this.

‘’sugar?’’ your voice sounded behind him, making him blink his eyes and look away, his hands hidden in his pants pockets reaching out to grab the cup of warm tea.

‘’thanks.’’ he muttered.

‘’no, i… asked if you like some sugar on yours.’’ you gestured and he shook his head, taking a sip. lemon balm flavored, a true natural calming agent. you noticed he seemed a little uneasy, but you didn't want to ask him.

‘’it’s a… cute dog, actually.’’ he said, pointing to the picture with his thumb. you gave a warm smile.

‘’yeah, he was.’’ you agreed, siping your tea. was. so, the dog died. he felt sorry for you, but before he could say something, you pointed to the small couch. ‘’would you like to sit?’’

he sat on the couch after you. the sofa was a two-seater, so it was impossible not to end up leaning against each other, his shoulders pressing against yours gently.

you felt nervous, the silence wasn't embarrassing, but it wasn't very pleasant either. your legs were bent while your hands cupped the cup of tea perfectly. you looked at him in silence, seeing that he was already looking at you long before that, taking note of every single expression on your face.

‘’are you nervous? i can leave if you want.’’ he broke the silence, sounding genuinely concerned that you were feeling insecure or uncomfortable in his presence. that was the last thing he would want to make you feel.

‘’no, i'm just…’’ you said, shaking your head and watching him leave the cup of tea on the coffee table in front of you. but you couldn't lie. and even if you did, he wouldn't believe it. ‘’yeah, i'm nervous. i never... brought a professor here and... i don't know, i'm not used to it.’’

‘’it's ok, darling. i’ve also never been to a student's house before.’’ he sounded honest in his response, wanting you to feel comfortable but not wanting to force you into it. you took another sip of the tea, the hot liquid running smoothly down your throat before you set your cup down next to his. ‘’but i can still leave if you want.’’

‘’i wouldn't have invited you to come if i didn't want you to stay.’’ you replied, summoning all your courage to say it without stuttering, looking at him. a weak smile appeared on his lips, and he felt safe reaching for your left hand that was resting in your lap.

you didn't refuse his touch, your hand rested in his open palm, showing the difference in size between you. his thumb brushed over your skin, making you slightly open your hand, feeling more of the contact between his calloused fingers and yours. your hand was more delicate and soft, the way he always imagined.

your head felt full and your heart beat faster, but you tried not to tremble, enjoying this touch and the way your palms rubbed gently.

‘’do you play the guitar?’’ you asked, breaking the silence. he nodded, too distracted by the touch of your hand, but not so much that he doesn't hear you.

‘’i take a little risk. can't say that i'm a professional though.’’ he shrugged softly. you smiled, imagining what it would be like to see him play his guitar. does he play standing up? seated? lying in his bed? does he like to play more elaborate riffs? or something more peaceful and soothing?

‘’it would be nice to hear you play one day.’’ you commented, and he smiled at the idea. oh, he would love to play for you.

‘’yeah, sounds great. we can go to my place any day, i can play you some tunes.’’ he said. so, was he considering taking you to his flat one day? he gave a crooked smile. ‘’if you like, of course.’’

‘’i would love to.’’ you spoke softly, feeling more comfortable around him, your hand still on top of his. ‘’but... wouldn't there be anyone at home waiting for you?’’

nice shot. it was a good move to ask that. at least you would know if he had someone in his life. you would feel like crap if the answer was yes.

‘’no. i used to have, to be honest.’’ he replied, at the same time you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders, you couldn't be too relieved about it the way he spoke. ‘’but it's in the past, she's no longer part of my life and i couldn't be more relieved than that.’’

you didn't have many details about mr. turner’s romantic life, and that was as close as you could get. the only information you had was that he was divorced. the reason? well, you wouldn't dare to ask. at least not now. you were content to know that at least now, he wasn't with anyone.

you gave a small smile, your hand squeezing his for a short moment before you carefully approached, laying your head on his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't push you away. and he didn't. he relaxed his tense shoulders, wanting you to be more comfortable. his arm went around you, the same way he did to pull you closer to protect you from the rain, but his hand fell a little further, resting on your side. he felt warmer inside.

you kept your head still, your eyes open and your breathing was shaky because you were still nervous, and he did everything he could to make you more comfortable. after all, you had the initiative. the fingers of his other hand ghosted over your face, brushing the strands of hair from your face, loving how silky they were and had a soft watermelon scent.

‘’you smell good.’’ he whispered, complimenting you in a sweet way, trying not to overwhelm you or make it worse.

‘’thank you.’’ you whispered back, moving your head a little so your nose could get a little closer to his neck, smelling the faint scent of his perfume that was still present on the collar of his shirt. ‘’you also smell good.’’

he smiled at the compliment, even though he thinks it's a lie, since he stayed at campus all morning, smoking on certain occasions and sweating during the hours.

his hand sank into your hair, his fingertips working dedicatedly on your scalp, massaging if softly. it felt like a blessing, your eyes closed immediately at his touch. he smiled, kissing your forehead. he was loving seeing you like this, so relaxed and so serene. because of him.

‘’feels nice, huh?’’ he asked quietly, seeing you open your eyes and look at him. god, how he wishes he could kiss you now. he barely had time to weigh the pros and cons, because when he realized it, your lips pressed against his in a soft kiss.

you felt your breaths mixing, your head emptied, all you thought about was him.

him. him. him.

it felt wrong at first, but now, everything was so right and so desirable that you wondered why you had never worked up the courage before. his lips were so inviting, you didn’t even need to feel his tongue invading your mouth to get completely hooked by him, but you still got that taste to feel his tongue swirling on your mouth, almost intertwining with yours.

his hand pressed harder on your head, just like the hand that was resting in your waist, savoring your curves on his hand. somehow, he felt he was committing a great sin. that he was digging himself into a bottomless hole, and what's worse: he was taking you with him.

you pulled out, sighing softly, your lips were a little pumped and rosy. you opened your eyes, looking at him expectantly. did he liked? will he pull you into another kiss? will he reject you?

‘’i’m sorry.’’ you muttered when you noticed that he stayed silent, fighting a battle against his own mind.

‘’no, ’s not your fault…’’ he whispered back, sighing heavily. ‘’it was good, sweetie.’’

good. so he liked the kiss.

in fact, he loved the kiss. he could kiss you all day if his mind wasn't so fucked up. you were his student. you were younger than him. you had your whole life ahead of you. and he didn't want to ruin it. he wanted to say he was sorry, that this probably wouldn't work, but it was as if his words were stuck in a lump in his throat.

‘’i think i better go.’’ he finally said, once again trying not to be rude. you hid your disappointment with a weak smile, nodding.

you felt cold when he moved his body away from yours, standing up and adjusting his clothes. he could barely look at you without feeling a little guilty.

‘’thanks for the tea.’’ he said shortly, glancing at you one last time before opening the front door and leaving.

you looked at the door, feeling hopeless. the taste of his kiss still remained on your lips, and now, it was tattooed on your mind. you wondered what would become of the two of you now.

this was wrong. you knew that.

but was it so wrong?

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raynehmms · 10 months ago

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

You wake up out of your sleep, just getting to bed after your long ass shift at Chili’s. “There’s no way” you roll your eyes as you answer your phone, your best friend’s name displaying. “I can tell you were rolling your eyes.” She squints her eyes at you, “Yeah cuz u were on a date what happened?” You laugh lightly your red silk bonnet eliminating in the light of your phone. She rolls her eyes at the question. “First of mind yours.” You laugh and sit up in your silk lined blanket falling off your body to your waist. “Ill mind mine when you actually get somewhere. How long have you been moping round bout a nigga that cheated on you?? I love you but this has to stop. Like immediately.” You stare into her eyes and watch as she looks down her eyebrows furrowed as tears threaten to prick her eyes. “And don’t you start crying again, go take a shower and go to bed I’ll call you tomorrow okay?” She sniffs a little “you right I’ll talk to you later byeee” you hang up the phone and put it on the charger falling back asleep. You wake up a little late, realizing that you rush to get up, having the opening shift after closing was hard as hell but you need the money so…who are you to complain? You take a quick shower and throw on a fresh uniform rushing out your house and damn near sprinting to your bus stop making sure not to miss the bus.

Couple hours later…

“Y’all niggas need to hurry up fo I leave y’all ass.” Ony says closing his car door. “You ain’t gon leave us.” Connie laughs. “Wanna bet?” Ony adjusts his hat and sunglasses as walks up to the Chilis , the rest of the group following behind. Adorning the same hat and glasses as he did. The bell jingles above the door as they walk in immediately getting bombarded with noise of families and waitresses rushing around the busy restaurant. “Hi how many people?” You say not looking up from the tablet In front of you already hearing the jingle. “Uhh 5 people, can we get a table away from people.” He lowers his head, his hat coving the view of his face. “”Weirdo”” you think, “well right now we are kind of busy so it’ll be hard for me to find a table away from people.” You look up at him and sigh, the tines from working to closing the previous night and opening this morning were hitting you like a truck. “We have a table it’s not clean right now but as soon as it is I’ll let you know. Can I get a name and number?” You look at him. “Uhhh well just go to table right now and you can clean it when we get over there.” You scoff, “that’s not my job sir, but whatever you like.” You shrug your shoulders and grab 5 menus and walk them to a dimly lit table in the corner of the restaurant. “I’ll be back give me a minute please.” You walk away as they sit down and ask the busser to clean the table and let the waiter know you sat a group in their section. You walk back up to the hostess booth, in the process walking past their table. “Aye can we get some water over here??” Connie yells a little. “Aye shit the fuck up, you the reason we got caught last time.” Jean rolls his eyes. You sigh and walk back over to them. “Sure by waiter will be with you shortly, anything else.” Annoyance lacing your tone. “Damn she fine asf.” Jean whispers just enough for you to hear making you roll your eyes. It also causes most of the group to look up at you. Ony’s eyes widened before settling back in the street outside. He speaks up. “Nah that's it, I wouldn't want to waste yo time.” You huff as you walk away walking to the waitress in that section, Aj. “Can you get table 14 some water so they can stop bothering me?” “You okay?” She asked, concerned. “Yea my head hurts a little, I’ll be ight almost time for me to go anyways.” You walk away and go back to the hostess area, sitting there doing nothing to your relief besides saying bye to the passing customers that are leaving the restaurant. After 2 hours or so you finally see the last group before you clock out and walk towards the hostess desk, Ony stopping before he walks out. “My bad for all the bs they be on. Can I get yo number? Maybe I can repay you or sum?” You laugh sarcastically. “Nah you good, have a nice night though.” You gesture towards the door not looking up, and clocking out via the tablet in front of you. And you walk away.

To clock out and grab your coat and bag from the locker, locking it after and walk out the staff entrance looking up at the bright sun as you slip your headphones into your ear and plug them into your phone playing the same playlist you’ve listened to since you were in middle school, and take out a pre roll you’ve had in your small ouch you keep in your bag for times of feeling down and drained like now. You walk to an abandoned park near your house and light your blunt while sitting on a bench away from the eye of people.

As you inhale you think of all the things that frustrated you that day, causing you to clench you unoccupied hand in anger, as you exhale you let it all go, realizing you have so much left of your day to be dwelling on stupid people with bland taste buds, you would know, you’ve tried the food at your job and to say there was no black people as cooks was obvious due to the unseasoned food they gave you. You put the blunt to your lips and continue smoking, not paying attention to the nature surrounding you, in your own world waiting for the bad memories to become numb to you, and the blissfulness to take over.

Word count: 1058

A/N- FIRST CHAPTER ngl I did take some inspiration from a Wattpad book I read a couple weeks ago cuz it was stuck in my head but nothing is completely direct (strike out by AMPj101 on wp)

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minjeelee · 2 years ago

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distraction: Park sunghoon

Contains: kissing/ making out , best friends brother , sneaky sex , unprotected sex , includes morning after, sunghoon has a big dick, let me know if i need to add more,

it was pretty much a typical weekend for you and your best friend Meera , sitting in her room sitting and talking , the occasional talk of sex , “oh my god i hooked up with heeseung last night!” she suddenly exclaimed “ are you kidding me? no way” you both look at eachother , she was so excited , “ yeah and he wants me to come over again tonight but i don’t know how to get past my brother”

she said with a small pout “i can cover for you?” you offer “really!?” she almost yelled im excitement “ yea i’ll leave your window open so you can sneak back in tomorrow morning? ” you suggest a idea “ oh my god! thank you so much Y/N! pleas distract sunghoon for me somehow , just tell him i’m sick or something” she pulls you into a hug before climbing out her window “good luck!” you yell before sitting the window shut , so it looks closed but isn’t locked.

you sit in her room for a couple hours on your phone , 10:42pm “i’m hungry” you said to yourself before walking down to the kitchen , you seen her brother sunghoon leaning over the kitchen counter drinking a glass of water, watching his show on the TV at the same time.

“oh looks like someone’s alive , where’s meera?” he asks you , putting the glass in the sink.

“oh uh she’s not feeling well so she went to bed a bit earlier” you lie , trying to put on a smile, “oh okay” he says before walking by you , and back to the living room sitting down. “ come sit here , you might get sick from her if your near her?” he offers a spot on the couch next to him , you gulp. “u-uh yeah let me get some food first i haven’t eaten in hours” you end the sentence with a small laugh “ do you want me to make you something?” he offers again with a smile , “it better than just snacking” he adds on, “are you sure? you don’t have too hoon” you question his offer , “yeah of course what do you feel like?” he stands up and makes his way back to the kitchen opening the cupboard. “mm i’m not sure what do you have?” you ask coming to stand next to him. “mm what about pasta?” he asks , turning to you. “sure!” you agree , he grabs the box out of the cupboard, before grabbing a pot and the rest he needs to set up. “do you want me to help you?” you offer , he turns around from the stove to look at you “ do you wanna make a salad to have with it?” he asks pointing at the fridge “ alright” you walk toward their fridge opening it “woah your fridge has been rearranged since i was last here! where’s your vegetables?” you turn to him asking, “oh” he walks over and stands right behind you leaning over you pointing at a box of vegetables , “here they are” he says grabbing it and passing it to you, you slightly stumble making him place and hand on your waist out of instinct.

after the pasta was cooked , you were still chopping vegetables so he had come over to help you , once again standing behind you to help you. you had turned around completely forgetting that he was there , as you did so he put his hands on the bench behind you , caging you in , you look up and him staring at his lips , they looked so soft and kissable , “hoon-“ you were cut off when he slowly moved his hands to your waist and connected your lips together , your hands went up to hang around his neck , you let out a small moan when his tounge slid into your mouth , deepening the kiss. he pulled you even closer walking you over to the living room , slamming you against the nearest wall, a groan left his mouth when you tugged on his hair , when he pulled away for a breath you let a whine out at the loss of contact.

he laughed and pressed his lips back onto yours , smiling into the kiss at the way your hands tugged at his hair again. his hands ran up and down your sides , before running them up and into your shirt, feeling your bare sides, he pulled away again , sliding his shirt over his head and throwing it onto the floor. you stood in front of him staring at his well toned body , his abs and how his muscles were sculpted, you could tell he worked out, “you done staring baby?”

he laughs before grabbing your waist pulling you into another kiss , he pulled your shirt over your head slowly , being able to feel more of you , still kissing you , he taps your thigh signalling for you to jump up , you do so as he carries you over to the couch , his hands fiddling at your bra , unclasping it and throwing it to the floor , he grabs the waistband of your silk pyjama shorts and pulls them down , adding to the clothes all over the living room floor. he pulls from the kiss again , breathing heavily , he runs a hand through his hair , he pulls down his sweats and comes back to kissing you, he grabs the top of your lace panties , playing with them for a bit as you roam your hands down his back and back to his hair, tugging at it when he pulls your panties off. he then pulls down his boxers , he pulls away , grabbing your hand and standing you up, he takes you back to the kitchen , turning you around and bending you over the counter he runs his hard cock over your slit teasing you , you whine out at him “you ready baby?” he assures you want it , you nod frantically.

he pushes in as you let out a loud whine , he’s fucking massive.

he throws his head back and the feeling of how wet you were, you were so tight aswell, he keeps slowly pushing in until he bottoms out, his tip kissing your cervix , he then starts to thrust into you harshly , you were moaning and whining out loudly, “f-fuck hoon! your so b-big” gripping at the counter as hard as you could as he pounds into you from behind , he leant over , pacing a few kisses on your neck before leaving a few small bruises, your moans were extremely loud , not surprised if you had woken the neighbours, tears rolled down your cheeks as you kept moaning and whining out his name , “f-fuckkk sunghoon!” you scream his name when he starts to ram your g-spot , you were getting close and he could tell , still relentlessly pounding you , “fuck fuck fuck! sunghoon i’m gonna cum!” you whine out “yeah? cum all over me baby “ he encourages you , quickening his pace chasing his own orgasam, “fuck! yes! sunghoon fill me up please! please cum inside me please!” you moan out a small puddle of tears growing on the counter below you, “yeah? want me to fill you up ?” he groans “yes! fuck please hoonie!” you beg him , “sunghoon! oh my god!” you scream out as you cum all over him , the clenching sending him over the edge “fuckkk” he hisses out as he fills you up , leaning over you placing a kiss on your neck. you both stay still for a minute or so regaining strength before he pulls out and grabs your waist. he laughs at your fucked out state , wiping some of his cum that was dripping down your thighs up with his thumb , before bringing it to your mouth as you suck his finger clean.

he picks you up and carries you upstairs to his room , gently laying you down on his soft sheets before getting in himself , rolling over to grab your waist , falling asleep.

The next morning

you woke up the next morning , the sun shining through his curtains , you wriggle around stretching as you feel his arm tighten around your waist , a small groan left his throat “mmm five more minutes please baby?” he keeps you in place “ fine” you agree snuggling back up into his embrace and warmth

on the other hand , meera had just arrived home , she ended up going through the front door , figuring sunghoon would still be asleep anyways , she walks in the door taking of her shoes , when she gets to the living room she freezes as her jaw drops.

“what the” she whispers to herself seeing sunghoon’s shirt, sweats and his boxers in different spots on the floor, she eyes the rest of the room to see a girls silk pyjama shirt and shorts , along with a bra and panties , “are they Y/N’s?” she says to herself inspecting them “they are..” she walks upstairs peeking into sunghoons room to see you both naked perfectly asleep, “oh my god?” she whispers to herself before pulling her phone out of her pocket laughing and taking a photo. she shut the door and went back to her room.

when you and sunghoon had eventually got up , realising both of your clothes were still downstairs he gave you one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweats , as he got dressed him self only putting on a pair of shorts , he couldent be bothered to put on a shirt , helping you downstairs holding your waist as you were a bit sore. you both picked up your clothes going back to his room, you changed into your pyjama shorts , still keeping his hoodie on “stealing my hoodie are we love?” he laughed at you “mhm” you let out a tired response throwing yourself onto his soft bed again “i love you y/n” he says looking at how comfy you looked letting out a small laugh “ i love you too hoonie” you pull him into a kiss before getting up “ i gotta go check on your sister i’ll be back okay baby?” you say shutting his door before going to meeras room

“y/n oh my god i need to tell you all about my night!” she says as she drags you in to her room sitting down, you listen to her ramble on about how her night with heeseung went , and how they hooked up and blah blah blah , then she asked why you and sunghoons clothes were in the living room , and why she seen you in his bed this morning “oh after you left i went downstairs for food and he was there , so we made pasta together and somehow ended up uh fucking” you laughed

meera was so excited “FINALLY!” she said shaking you , “ow fuck” you whined when she touched your hip , she lifted up your shirt a little to see his hand print on your hips from gripping you so hard “woah yous really had some fun” she raised an eyebrow at you”

“ you told me to distract him” you shrugged with a laugh

the end 😍

#sunghoon #enhypen smut #park sunghoon #enhyphen

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ssweeterthanfiction · 7 months ago

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Wait for your love.

Content Warnings: use of drugs and alcohol, billy being toxic (pressuring if you squint), parental issues (abusive father/recovering alcoholic mother).

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America’s Sweetest Girl - 1976

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In the early summer of ‘76, Y/N rose to the top. With ‘Groupie Love’ rising in the charts and hitting number one just a few weeks after releasing, anyone and everyone knew who Y/N was.

Eddie: “She was everywhere in the late 70s. Magazines, runways, radio shows, late night talk shows, you name it. People even had a nickname for her…it was America’s something.”

Warren: “Oh that nickname? Yea of course I remember it. It was America’s…america’s….”

Y/N: “America’s Sweetest Girl.”

“I was America’s Sweetest Girl.”

Billy: “Oh god. America’s Sweetest Girl.” he laughs “She hated that nickname”

Y/N: “Don’t get me wrong, I was grateful for everything that Groupie Love brought me. But America’s Sweetest Girl?”

“And it’s not like absolutely despised being America’s Sweetest Girl, sure I didn’t love it, but I wanted fame. So I did what I needed to do. What the people want, the people get.”

“My 1st album was full of songs that were soft sounding. Teddy said that I shouldn’t try to strain my voice since its natural register was so soft. He was definitely trying to take me down a different road than the band. I didn’t know why at the time, maybe to protect me. I mean I was 19 and hanging out with some of the world’s biggest rockstars.”

Warren: “Everyone knew she was 19 at the time. No one had a problem with it. It wasn’t rare to find a young girl in the kind of scene we were in.”

“Besides, I think I speak for everyone when I say that they all treated her like she was their little sister. Except Billy. And she was starting to spend a lot of time with Billy.”

Karen: “After Groupie Love, Billy and y/n definitely got closer… Now I never like to interfere with people’s lives and decisions, but I did speak with y/n about Billy.”

“I didn’t want her to go down the same path that Billy was going down. But you try telling a 19 year old that the guy she’s starting to develop feelings for is an asshole who’s an addict.”

“But if you ask me, she was denying the feelings she was gaining for Billy.”

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You were in Billy’s room, just laying on his bed while he fiddled with his guitar. You’d been spending a lot of time there. Not just in Billy’s room, but throughout the entire house the band lived in. You had been having breakfast with them, having dinner with them, going to parties with them and coming back to the house with them. Your stuff was lying around the house.

You had been sleeping in Billy’s bed at night. After parties you’d stumble to his room and crash on his bed. A few minutes would pass and he would do the same. Some nights he would even cuddle with you. You never thought of it as anything more than two friends cuddling. It didn’t feel different from when you would lay on Warren’s chest while you guys would lay on the couch. It was innocent.

At least you thought it was innocent.

Clearly some people didn’t think the same. You found that out a few nights ago when Karen came and spoke to you.

“y/n, can I talk to you?” you hear Karen say from behind the door. “Yeah sure, come in” you say, putting your guitar down.

Karen sits on the edge of the bed, she stares into your eyes for a moment before speaking. “So…what’s going on with you and Billy?”

“What do you mean? There isn’t anything going on between me and Billy”

“y/n…don’t lie to me. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him.” she laughs “I mean, you’re sleeping in his bed at night with him!”

“It’s nothing like that Karen, we’re just friends” you say, your tone coming off more defensive than intended.

Karen sighs, “Just…listen to me y/n.” she says in a soft tone as she takes your hands into hers. “Be careful around Billy, he’s…he’s not someone you want to start being with. I don’t want to see you get hurt because of something he does.”

You avoid her gaze, how could she think you would have feelings for Billy?

“Yea. Yea okay thanks, I’ll be careful.”

You’d think about that conversation whenever you were with Billy. You were thinking about it now.

Staring at the wall, you thought carefully about what Karen said. To be careful around Billy. To not start anything with Billy. You couldn’t even imagine starting anything with Billy. This was someone that would be with a different girl every night. Someone that did lines off groupie’s bodies. You couldn’t start anything with him, even if you wanted to.

“Something on your mind?” you hear Billy say.

You quickly snap out of your daze and look at him. “Nothing, just…thinking”

“Thinking of what?”

‘You.’ “Nothing much…just about my parents”

Lie. Well, not a full lie. You had been thinking of your parents lately. You wondered if they had heard your song, if maybe they were finally proud of something you’d done. At least, you hoped your dad was finally proud of you.

“Your parents huh?” Billy says as he puts his guitar down. “Warren told us a bit about your parents. Your mom sounds nice…but your dad…”

Billy gets up and walks towards you, he settles down next to you on the bed. “Your dad…isn’t the best is he?”

You shake your head. “Nope…not really, but from what Warren and Graham told me…your dad wasn’t the best either.”

Billy laughs. “Yea you could say that…but I think having a dad that hits is much worser than having a dad that just up and leaves.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “It’s not a contest Billy”

You hear Billy chuckle, but then hear him go quiet. Looking up at him you see that he has a somewhat serious look on his face.

“Really though, why are you thinking about your parents?”

He scoots closer to you and puts a hand on your knee. “You know you can tell me…anything right?”

You gaze into his eyes for a moment. He was so close to you. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in. “I was just- just thinking if they had heard the song yet. And I haven’t heard from them in a while…so yea”

Billy looks at you with a sad, sympathetic look on his face.

“Y’know…I know it doesn’t mean much coming from me, but I’m sure that your mom is proud of you.” he says, softly rubbing your knee in a comforting way. “And I bet your dad is regretting everything he’s done to you.”

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Y/N: “…My relationship with my parents…has never been the best.”

“I grew up with an abusive father, and a mother who was a recovering alcoholic.”

“My mom was never as bad as my dad. Sure she had her moments. We fought, but it never went as far as yelling at each other for something stupid.”

“But my dad…my dad was bad.”

“I went to bed almost every night crying, bruises on my arms and legs. I hated my life. I always dreamt of making it big. Of running away from my life and becoming this…superstar. When I got the opportunity to become one, I took it.”

“If anyone was in the position I was in, they would also do anything to get out of it. Just like me.”

“Billy was like me. He dreamed of making it big. He dreamed of selling out stadiums. He dreamed of a better life. He did what he needed to do. What needed to be done. I felt a connection to him. And I guess that’s what got me so attached to him.”

Billy: “I wrote ‘Daddy Issues’ for y/n. At the time, I wanted to be the person that took away all the pain she had.”

“But I didn’t know how.”

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“Hey y/n, I got something I wanna show you.”

You were in Billy’s room again, lying in the floor you were trying to figure out the details for your album.

“Hm? Oh alright” you say as you put away your notebook.

Billy sat down next to you, he took out a tape recorder and then he looked at you.

“Go ahead, press play.”

He takes your hand and guides it to the recorder. Feeling his calloused hands on yours felt electric. Sparks flew between the two of you from this simple touch. He then made your finger press play so the song could start.

You closed your eyes and slowly bopped your head to the beat.

It wasn’t like any song he’d written before. It was full of emotions that he had never shown in any of the songs he had written.

It was beautiful.

Opening your eyes you looked at him. You didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to say anything. The expression on your face was enough.

You stared at him for what seemed like hours. He was now dangerously close to your face. This was it. You two were about to kiss. But right as you were close enough, you heard someone call your name.

“Y/N! Teddy’s on the phone! He says it’s important!” you hear Eddie call from downstairs.

You sigh. Slowly you move away from Billy. You get up and head for the door. Looking back once, you give Billy a small smile as you walk out the door.

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July 4th, 1976. The official release date of Y/N’s first studio album.

Y/N: “My first album was called Paradise. It had 10 tracks. National Anthem, Million Dollar Man, Radio, Cola, Lolita, Brooklyn Baby, West Coast, Off To The Races, Summertime Sadness and Video Games”

Billy: “My personal favorite was National Anthem”

Eddie: “I hated National Anthem.”

Warren: “Cola was definitely my favorite”

Daisy: “Lolita. Easy winner”

Karen: “My favorite track? Probably West Coast”

Graham: “Um…I would say my favorite track was Radio. Actually, all of them were. It was a good first album.”

Y/N: “Since it came out on the 4th of July, the aesthetic of the album revolved around…what’s it called again?”

“Oh right, vintage americana.” she laughs. “Oh god…Teddy really had me playing into the America’s Sweetest Girl role.”

“Well…everyone did really. The band even threw a release/4th of July party at the same time.”

“I think it was at that party that I tried drugs for the first time.”

“Let me be more specific, I tried two drugs. Coke and Billy Dunne.”

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There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. It was a perfect summer day.

You were helping out with the set up for tonight’s party. It wasn’t gonna be anything too big. At least that’s what you were told.

While you were helping Karen put up streamers you didn’t even notice Warren and Graham rolling in four huge kegs.

“You guys didn’t have to do all of this for my album’s release…you know I would’ve been fine with something small” you say to Karen as she places a small basket of flowers on the table.

“Oh I know that, and that’s what I tried telling the boys, but you know how they are”

“After all, they would do anything for America’s Sweetest Girl” she snickers, nudging your arm playfully.

You scrunch your nose and laugh. “Oh god…don’t even with that name”

Karen laughs, “Oh come on! It’s a cute nickname, very fitting for you”

“Shut up” you say as you roll your eyes.

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Y/N: “I remember that night very vaguely.”

“The first part of the night was more clearer than the second part.”

“The party was small at first. Just me, the band, and a few of our close friends.”

“Somehow other people started hearing about the party.”

“I think it was a little close to midnight that more and more people started pouring in. And then of course that’s when Warren pulled out the kegs.”

“So now we had at least over 100 people in our backyard and house. I didn’t mind at first. I was actually having fun.”

“But then the drugs came out.”

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It was late, you didn’t know how late it was but it was late. Music was blaring throughout the house and the backyard, people were chugging down cups of beer and taking shots.

You were stumbling around with your fourth cup of beer. Or was it the fifth? Sixth? Maybe the seventh? You didn’t know, you just knew that it tasted pretty good.

You passed by Karen a few minutes ago. She had asked you if you were okay. You giggled and said you were fine as you stumbled away.

Now you were in a room where Billy was with a bunch of his friends.

“Hey there’s America’s Sweetheart!” he exclaims as he walks over to you. He seems drunk, but not ridiculously drunk.

“Come sit down babydoll, the fun was just about to get started.” he puts his hands on your shoulders and guides you to a couch.

“What do you mean?”

You watch as someone pulls out a small bag of white powder. They start pouring out a small amount of it and distributing into lines.

“Oh Billy, I really don’t think I should-“

“Oh come on babydoll, don’t be a buzzkill.” he says as he rolls a hundred dollar bill into a tube.

Billy’s the first one to do a line. Then the two others. Billy looks at you, he nudges your hand with his own. He passes you the makeshift tube.

“Go on babydoll, it won’t hurt.”

You take the tube in your hand, looking down at it for a moment and then at Billy. Reluctantly, you place it towards the white powder.

Billy and the other two people laugh and holler as you do a line.

You take a breath in afterwards, it feels like there’s a rush going to your head.

“That’s my girl! See it wasn’t that bad now was it?” Billy laughs.

Your heart races. You don’t know if it’s from the coke or from the fact that Billy just called you ‘my girl’ but you try to brush it off.

You laugh weakly. “No…no it wasn’t that bad”

Billy smirks and laughs. The other two people pour out more of the powder, making 6 more lines.

You do two more, Billy does four more.

By your third line, you have a huge rush through your body.

The other two people have gone, it’s just you and Billy in the room, the music from outside is muffled. You’re both lying on the floor, both of you laughing and giggling.

“How is America’s Sweetest Girl feeling right now?”

“Like I’m flying”

Billy laughs. “You know, everyone’s gonna love your album”

You laugh weakly. “Everyone…everyone but me” you say as you blow your tongue.

Billy sits up. “Everyone but you?”

You laugh and groan putting your hands over your head. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good album. It’s just…it’s…it’s not…it’s not rock and roll enough”

Billy laughs, “Not rock and roll enough?”

“I know. I know it’s stupid, but all the songs on that album are something that everyone is telling me to be. Not who I am, or who I want to be”

“Then write what you want. Make the music you want.”

“Hard to do that while I’m ‘America’s Sweetest Girl’.”

“Then just, tweak that persona. Make her more you.”Billy scoots close to you. “And for what it’s worth. I like the whole America’s Sweetest Girl thing. And I like that one song on your album even more, National Anthem.”

You gaze into his eyes. “Thanks”

There’s silence for a moment, the only thing filling the room is the music playing from outside.

“You wanna get out of here and do something fun?” Billy says, smirking.

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Y/N: “We ditched the party and went to this local carnival. I was surprised it was still open. It was well over 2am.”

“And let me tell you, being high and at a carnival was definitely an experience. The bright lights, the loud music, the food, it was all so…uplifting.”

“Anyways, we walked around for a bit, went on a few rides, Billy won me a stuffed bear.”

“And then we went on the ferris wheel.”

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The carnival was something out of this world. At least that’s how it was feeling to you and Billy.

You were both on the ferris wheel when it suddenly came to a stop. Both of you were giggling as the cart rocked back and forth.

“You know, I’ve been keeping a secret from you”

Billy raises his eyebrows and smirks. “Oh really?” he says as he stands up, causing the cart to rock more.

“Oh my god! Billy sit down you’ll get us killed!” you squeal.

He plops down next to you and puts an arm around your shoulders. “No I won’t…” he says, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger. “Now tell me that secret”

You felt blood rush to your face, your heart was pounding.

“I wrote National Anthem about you.”

Billy didn’t respond. No, instead he took your chin in his hand and brought you closer to his face.

“I know, there’s a reason it’s my favorite.” he says smugly before kissing you.

You felt your stomach do flips as he kissed you. And to add to the moment, fireworks were exploding in the background.

As you both pulled away you smile and laugh. You gaze into eachother’s eyes for what seems like an eternity.

It seemed like nothing in the world existed. It was only you and Billy.

You wished it would be like that forever.

But not all wishes come true.

(AHHHH ITS OUTTT!!! I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS ONE 💞💞 I LOVED WRITING IT SO YEA!!! u guys should def reblog if you enjoyed it 💞)

#Spotify #billy dunne #billy dunne x reader #djats #djats fic #djats x reader #billy dunne fic #wait for your love

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prettygirleli · 8 months ago

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Smoke Session, Hobie Brown.

so this is my first lil snippet, (have mercy on a poor soul) and I lowkey have no idea what to do to make this as good as the stories I be reading, so imma wing it and hope it isn't ass.

contains: mentions of marijuana, a little kissing, Hobie being a bit of a bully, n-word usage, it's gonna be a poc reader cus that's what I am, please enjoyyy <3

you laid on your stomach, your chin resting on your folded arms as you watched Hobie intently. he was sitting across from you on your bed, rolling up as Jhené Aiko played in the background. "Bee?"

"yes?"

"I can smoke wit you this time?"

he raised a brow questioningly, glancing up from his work to eye you for a second. not answering, he brought the paper up to his lips to lick, ignoring your gaze which was heavy on his skin. he'd often roll up and smoke a blunt (sometimes two) when he'd come over, but you'd never smoked with him. lately, though, you became curious, and wanted to try it out.

"Hobie." he looked at you again, finishing up with the blunt in his fingers. "yea, love?"

"can I smoke wit you?"

"are you sure you want to?" you deadpanned, glaring at him with an incredulous look on your face. "you think I woulda asked a nigga for something if I didn't want it?" he smacked his teeth, fumbling in the sheets for the lighter he had taken out earlier. "ight, now, low it. it was a question. have you even smoked before?"

you looked down, playing with a loose seam in your blanket. "once. in my freshman year."

"oh my days-" you threw a pillow at him. "shut up!"

he laughed, deflecting the pillow with his forearm as he looked at you amusedly. "freshman year?" he laughed again, gripping the black tank top that covered his torso loosely, giving you brief flashes of his chest whenever he moved.

your cheeks grew hot as you rolled your eyes. "that's not that long ago. can I smoke wit you or nah?" his laughter quieted down to barely concealed chuckles.

"yeah, sure you can, pretty thing. c'mere." you sat up, and the both of you scooted closer to each other, ruffling the sheets and blankets before finally settling.

"I'll even let you have the first hit." he held the blunt to your lips, and you looked down at it apprehensively, a bit unsure of yourself. you took it from his fingers as he held the lighter up to the end of the blunt, setting it aflame for a small second.

"ight, j's take a deep breath in, hold it in for a bit, and let it out, pretty." he watched you closely, eyes glued onto you as you let the smoke leak slowly out of your pretty and plump glossed lips. you hit it one more time before passing it back to him, and watching him take his hit.

"y'know, school was really just a scam set up by the government to keep us trapped in this mindset-"

you groaned, interrupting Hobie, this being the millionth time you've heard this rant.

"whaaat? it was, and it still is-''

"okay, but you're ruining my first high in years. can't we just sit here and look at each other? be all romantic and shit?"

he smirked, letting out a low chuckle as he leaned back against the wall and held his arms out for you. "c'mere. I can be romantic if you want. y'know I love looking at you, pretty thing."

with a roll of your eyes and a barely contained smirk, you crawled over to him and climbed into his lap, your legs straddled over his hips. he ran his hands down from your waist, to your ass, and down your thighs, his warm and lengthy fingers spread over your soft skin.

Hobie's eyes were low and red as he stared into yours, leaning his face into your hand on his cheek. the LEDs in your room were a low pink, almost, complimenting the atmosphere nicely, along with Masego playing quietly.

"goddam, love." "what?"

he let out a quiet laugh, a deep one that came from his chest. he began running his thumbs along the back of your thighs before speaking. "you're just so damn stunning, yeah?"

your face grew warm and you looked away, smiling slightly as he brought his hand up to your face and made you look at him. you both kept your eyes locked onto each others, and you felt hypnotized by the deep, rich brown of his irises.

"and I'm absolutely enamored with you."

you let out a long, slow breath, your eyes flicking down to his full lips, his eyes doing the same to you.

"Bee?"

"hmm?"

"I really fucking love you, man." he chuckled at this, wrapping his long and lanky arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him.

"yeah? I really, really fucking love you too."

you placed both of your hands on the sides of his face, bringing his face closer as you kissed him, his lips soft against yours. he let out a quiet and contented groan as he slid down the wall, slumping against your pillows and blankets so you were right on top of him as you two made out. the pace was slow and lazy, but hella passionate and loving. you sat up, your hands on his chest for grounding as you smiled down at him a bit breathless.

he furrowed his brows in confusion as he looked up at you. "what'd you stop for?"

you giggled and tilted your head as you spoke. "I really love this so-"

you were cut off by the music stopping, and your speaker powering off.

"oh, you bitch!"

Hobie's loud laugh echoed off the walls in your room, and you crossed your arms and frowned at him.

'it's not funny." "it's hella funny, love."

#Spotify #hobie brown #x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie x black!reader #atsv #I'm actually barking #clawing at the walls #screaming into my pillow #foaming at the mouth

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teddybeartoji · 2 months ago

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MICKEY YOUR RB ON THAT SMOKER!SUGU POST………. oh i need . lore . so badly

ROOMIE!SUGU BEING A SMOKER MAKES SOOO MUCH SENSE OBVIOUSLY (my heart goes out to depression era sugu and his inherent need for self-destruction 🫡) but i must know …. does he. try to get you to smoke 😳😳 does he … shotgun you……… or does he steal any cigarettes you buy with a teasing grin so you never start………. i need answers so bad misu you are my otp always

(also <3 ily!!! remember to have yourself a nice big meal if you haven’t already!!!!! <33333)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA deep breaths deep breaths...

you're out to get me fr ari you're insane i love you so much. OKEOKE OKE SO we did have a lil talk abt this already buut yeah in the misu world.. roomie!suguru definitely smokes. we have a little balcony in our apartment too so he doesn't have to like.. smoke out of a window or go down the stairs which is nice. aaand we have two little chairs outside too aand a little table and then we have a few plants too (he takes care of those i am awful with plants..) AAAND this is our regular hangout spot!!!!!!!!!! smoking or not, we like to sit there a lot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok now to the actual smoking lmao like i already mentioned i am not a smoker but i am not a Cigarette Virgin either so i don't have a problem if he smokes or not. i think smokers are hot and i'm not gonna lie abt he looks SO fucking good while doing it oh my god my heart is going to give out................................. so yeah i definitely grab one from him every so often bc why the fuck not. but... mostly he just shares the cig with me... sometimes he just holds it to my lips so i wouldn't get the smell on my fingers and he always holds eye-contact while doing that bc he's a fucking asshole aaand when i blow the smoke into his face to get back at him he just . grins at me.. (he's so fucking hot ari i really do think i'm gonna die if i think abt him too hard)

he isn't the biggest smoker ever though, shoko definitely does it more than him. buuuut he does always want at least one after a long day and i think that's more than fine (i am drooling rn). oh aaand whenever we're hanging out with satoru and shoko and they go out for a smoke i mostly stay with satoru lmao this is important ok me and him are very very very good friends in this au i baby him i tease him we get along so well that it makes suguru a little jealous and then shoko gets to tease him abt that😭😭😭

liike suguru's just leaning against the balcony railing while shoko sits on one of the stairs and he's just . looking at me and satoru laughing together inside and shoko thinks it's the funniest thing ever hgashdgghsahdghgsa AAAAAAAAND when they come back inside, he always plops onto the couch right beside me (like awfully close) and then puts his arm behind me on the backrest and he thinks he's. smooth lmao pls everybody INCLUDING ME knows what he's doing😭😭😭

mm i don't carry around any cigs but i do always have a lighter with me and while it is very hot when he lights his own cigs.. he lets me do it a lot too and this is also smth that makes me fucking dizzy bc he leans in so close and then holds onto my hand so it wouldn't shake and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH i hate him i love him i need to punch him i need to kiss him he's awful he's sexy he's the worst man alive

he definitely smokes weed sometimes too but uh. that's uhh. gulps very fucking nervously. that's when uh. Things happen ok i can't go into detail or i'll pass out.. he gets very touchy LIKE VERY TOUCHY i mean like nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck while toying with the hem of my shirt YEAH YEAH YEA H I NEED TO STOP HERE FUCK .

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII #smoker!suguru my beloved #he genuinely looks so fucking good while doing it it's so unfair #i'm so into him #i hate it #truly #he makes me feel sick #i need to make out with him #SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #AND YOU'RE ONLY MAKING IT WORSEE EOH MY GODDD #ari i love him so much #and i love you #you enable me so bad #my brain explodes every time we talk and then you think you can just send in stuff like this too??!?!+#hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #my favourite little mouse MWAH MWAH MWAH #please remember that misu also loves you #we're sitting by your side #suguru on your right and i on your left #hehehheheheehe #gonna kiss your cheeks get ready for the smooch attack #ILY ARIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#PLEASE EAT WELL #AND PLEASE SLEEP WELL #YOU MEAN SO MUCH TO MEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH MWWAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#HEHEHEHEHEE #god i love talking abt misu so much too it's so over for me #...#ari <3

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hunterbunter3000 · 2 years ago

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You are correct it is a goose 🫶 (because I am a hilarious goose) also I have this headcannon that könig & or ghost get panic attacks sometimes. (Use that as a hurt/comfort thing as you will) I also SUCK at lore for CoD so anything I know is blurred together with actual things and then just mostly fanfics and such so don’t smite me pls 💔

But yea I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort ESPECIALLY with sweetheart cuz she’s badass but kinda like group mom yk?

- 🪿

OKAY GOOD ITS A GOOSE THANK YOU LOL

But ugh hurt/comfort is like- I feel like everyone is a sucker for hurt/comfort 💀 ME INCLUDED (it depends on the h/c but yeah I can snort it all day)

And it's okaayyyyy if you don't know the lore!! I only know about 3/4 of it, but on the top of my head? Jeez it's like BLANK LOL so you're completely fine for not knowing the lore, and I've been a fan of CoD since a child 😭

And OMGGG YOU SEE SWEETS AS A BADASS AHEHHAHWJAJ MY LIFE IS SO COMPLETE-- but yeah she's the milf of the group (IM NOT SORRY FOR WHAT I JUST SAID)

I can definitely see Ghost and König having panic and anxiety attacks (I have another ask like this and I still need to answer it dammit. I HAVE ALOT OF ASKS STILL- LIKE 38 LOL)

The first time Sweets saw Ghost have a panic attack, she panicked a bit herself because she's trying to figure out how to calm Ghost down. She's just cursing to herself, brain just overthinking everything

(Sweetheart: Should I hug him? Will that make it worse? Okay wait, don't touch him-- but does he even know I'm in here with him? Just touch him- NO DONT-- FUCK WHAT DO I DO?? DO I TOUCH HIM OR NOT?? MAYBE GET WATER? BUT-- JUST DO IT OH MY GOD NO FUCK-- )

So she gets on the floor with him and is so hesitant. But she gently soothes his arm that's huddled on his bent knees. "You're okay..." She lowly says to him. She sees its kinda working, so she sticks her hand in the fire more. "You're gonna be okay, Simon. It'll pass."

Simon.

She used his real name. She's talking to the man who's having a panic attack, not Ghost. Not the calm, collected Ghost. Simon.

It took a bit more for him to calm down with her soothing touch and low but soft tone, telling him to focus on his breathing. Ghost sighs, looking at his hands. Sweetheart's places her hand in one of his, the warmth immediately going to his already dizzy head. He looks up, eyes locking with hers. She's concerned about him. Worried.

But she wears a soft smile for him. "Do you need anything? Maybe some water?" She asks, her thumb rubbing his thick skin. Comfort.

Simon gulps and clears his throat, eyes leaving hers. "Yeah. If you can." She nods, "Of course. I'll be right back." She gets up but was stopped by Simon's hand. Please.

"P-please. Please don't leave." He whispers. I need you right now. I need you so much.

She smiles as she shimmies in-between his legs and wraps her arms around his neck. "Wait--" She rings back, like Simon was made out of acid. "Oh gosh, do you want to be touched right now? I'm so sorry, I didn't even think--" She was cut off from Simon yanking her into him. His ear right where her heart is, hearing the rhythmic thump. It's calming. You're calming.

She relaxes into him, wrapping her arms around him once more, her hands combing his hair. Simon closes his eyes as he sighs in content. He's learned something about himself. About Sweetheart. She always has a warm presence. A presence that makes you feel at home. Safe.

You are my peace.

(I have never had a panic attack, so I apologize deeply if this is incorrect.)

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armyangxls · 2 years ago

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Cozy Night In

Deena Johnson x Plus Size Reader

Warning(s): Mention of eating?

Word Count: 795

Summary: Deena and reader have a cozy Valentine night in

You knocked on Deena's door, your uncovered face getting hit by the bitterly cold wind, your teeth practically chattering from the cold.

The door swung open revealing Deena, her face beaming seeing you.

"Y/n!" Deena said, smiling.

You set your valentine's gift for Deena on the inside of the house and threw your arms around her, attaching yourself to her to steal her warmth and excitement to see her.

"You're freezing!" She said, reaching her hand behind you and closing the door, and wrapping her arm around you.

"Y-yea-ah-h I don't want to go out again. Too cold. Can we stay in and watch some romance and horror movies instead?"

"Of course, my love!" She said, pulling back from you to put her hands on your cheeks and kiss your forehead then lips bringing even more warmth to you.

You both pulled apart smiling.

"Here come and sit on the couch and warm up while I get the stuff ready!" She said, pulling away from the hug, and bringing you to the couch, you sat on it, and Deena threw a fluffy blanket on you for extra warmth. Deena walked to the kitchen to get the stuff.

Soon Deena came back to the living room with her hands full, two mugs of hot chocolate, and a mini carry-out box with cheeseburgers and fries.

"I kinda had a feeling you would wanna stay in tonight, so I picked us some burgers on the way from school." She said setting the stuff on the coffee table.

"Ahh, you're an amazing girlfriend!"

"I am, aren't I?" She said jokingly, smirking.

"But seriously you are too!" She said, smiling.

"And I also got this!" Grabbing a heart-shaped box of chocolate, and a box with memories written on it from the side table beside the couch.

"Aww! Wait, let me get your gift!" You said, jumping up from the couch.

Running to the side of the front door where your gift for her was, you grabbed it and rushed back to your seat.

"Here you go!" You said, handing her the gift bag she opened it seeing a mixtape, a puzzle of Scooby and the mystery gang.

"Aww I love it, you're the best girlfriend! Thank you so much!" She said, setting her gift bag on the table and hugged you.

"You're welcome, love!" You said smiling, hugging her back.

"Here's your gift!" She said, as you both pulled apart from the hug, and grabbed your gift handing you the gift.

"You got me chocolate? I love you forever!" You said smiling, then opened the box in it was a mixtape, photo booth photos of you both on one of your guys' first dates, vhs of the first movie they watched together Anne Of Green Gables.

You gasped in endearment, setting the gifts on the table, and threw your arms around Deena squeezing her tight.

"You're SOO amazing! I LOVE it! Thank you SOO much!" You said, smiling so big your mouth hurt.

"You're welcome, lovely!" She said, smiling, hugging you back.

"I love you, Deena!" You said, kissing her, your lips met hers, they were soft as rose petals.

"I love you, Y/N!" She said as you both pulled apart from the kiss.

"So what movie do you wanna watch?" Deena asked.

"The Crow!" You said, in excitement.

"Ah yes, a tragic romance!" She said, smiling.

"And gorgeous men!" You said, smiling.

"Yeah, I agree even as a lesbian!" She said, pecking you on the lips then got up from the couch and put the VHS in.

An hour had passed, and you both finished eating dinner, now in the middle of the movie.

You both were snuggled up, Deena's arm around your shoulder, your head resting on her with your arm wrapped around her waist, watching the movie.

You reached your arm to the table, grabbing the chocolates, opened them, and looked at all of the flavors.

"Why do they insist on putting so many strange flavors and not enough chocolate truffles, they all should all be chocolate truffles!" You said, frustration.

"Literally why! I do not know!" Deena said.

The movie had ended, and now you guys were listening to the mixtapes you both made for each other.

Deena stared at you in lovingness, you were like a painting of an angel painted in gold, she smiled, fully and utterly in love with you. You met her gaze, smiling back.

"What?" You asked, smiling.

"I love you SOO much gorgeous!" She said.

"I love you SOO MUCH too beautiful!" You said, smiling, feeling like soft gentle little butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.

"Happy Valentine's day, my beautiful love!" Deena said, smiling.

"Happy Valentine's day, my beautiful love!" You said, smiling.

An amazing night inside.

Note(s) Happy Valentine's day you lovely people!♥️💗💜♥️💗💜 I hope you guys like this fanfic!!

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jellybean-supreme · 5 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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hey, i hope this isnt rude, but i value your thoughts on betty (and simon!) and i think about your various analytical pieces often.

so i hope this isnt too vague, but. ive been thinking about the ways betty and simon might differ from each other, specifically in the way they view...everything. do you think one of them has a 'sees the big picture but misses the small details' view and the other has a 'gets lost in the details, cant see the big picture' view? im not sure if they differ here, or if they are both the 'gets lost in the details' but going opposite ways...?

FINALLY getting around to awnsering this. i got sick so it took me even longer than i thought it would (had to wait until i could retain coherent thoughts)!!

Ok So, a lot of this is extrapolating (esp for betty) and goes very into more of a headcanons and Personal Interpretations area than a, like, canon analysis. in part bc the show dosen’t give us a ton of content of these characters (i mean, there’s plenty of simon content as ice king but im talking about pre and post ice king simon here). but yea im just gonna ramble. dont take this super seriously btw guys. again a lot of this is just personal Interpretation yknow

SO i think simon is definitely a “gets lost in the details guy”. at least like, overall. that man overanalyzes things until he goes into a state of paralysis and then he just passes out. in some ways he might better about this post being-freed-from-the-curse, on the basis of "had to survive the apocalypse by thinking on his feet", but also worse about it bc of the lasting impacts of having been ice king. because one of the Big Things about ice king is that he almost never thought anything through and just did things as soon as he thought of them. i think simon probably really wants to be Not Like Ice King and so might be scared of making choices too fast or acting too impulsive. i imagine he’s very worried about behaving like ice king and thats something thats in the back of his mind most of the time, impacting his confidence in his own choices & actions. but also f&c sorta shows that he has that issue of trauma responses causing him to have emotional outbursts and make quick decisions. so thats something to keep in mind.

i think he's, like stuck in a state of being scared to do things without thinking really hard abt them but then sometimes he does that and then he usually regrets it and feels really awful afterwards. not always guilty-awful even. f&c seems to show him feeling angry a lot. to me simon deals not just with guilt over being ice king or recovering from being ice king or Having strong reactions to things or making choices he regrets… but also with Anger At The Situation - a lot of feeling confused and not sure what to do and overwhelmed, i think . (i like that they let him be angry and frustrated, not just sad and depressed. i think this is very realistic to trauma related emotional responses)

the other thing abt simon is he tends to follow other people's lead on a lot of things. i think he just likes not having to deal with the pressure of making decisions. he seems more inclined to lead around f&c than around, like, finn, though. and betty. but i think that’s in part because he was taking on a protector role w them. but yeah. he does a lot of crazy shit in f&c but very noticeably does not really act as a lead decision maker. until they get to the vampire world and they get attacked for a second that man is yelling orders and breaking a chair over his knee and pulling out a pocket knife to carve it into a stake lighting fast. which i loved that. i loved that he gained so much confidence from being in Panic Mode when confronted w vampires Because those where something he had to deal with in the apocalypse when raising marcy. he had to know what to do for marcys sake. other than that tho he's usually making suggestions at most. and agreeing to do scary crazy shit lmao . EXCEPT he decides on his own in secret to try and contact golb . hehe (motivated by wants to see his wife)

(it also seems like when he feels more confident in something he's much more capable of making choices. (makes sense) he wasnt paralyzed by anxiety when going on that research expedition with betty, probably because he was literally getting a phd (or had a phd, the show was so weird abt that) in that subject. makes sense he knows what he's doing. and also is interesting bc in ep2 of fionna and cake when he goes on an Adventure with finn he's very scared and nervous, but then talks about how he "used to be quite the adventurer in [his] day", which fits into the theme f&c had w his character where he feels out of place and less confident bc his whole ass profession isn't really relevant anymore, and everything is so different from how it used to be. so yeah. current simon has even less self confidence and confidence in his own decision making than Back In The Day simon bc of that)

id like to say that…. i think that the fact that it took betty only a few years to summon and eldritch god to free simon from his curse meanwhile it took simon 12 years to get to the point where he kidnapped a guy to use in a summoning ritual to talk to betty is interesting. bc i really do think they both love each other, and are both obsessive and co dependent. but betty went off the deep end so fast, meanwhile simon took a lot longer to do something comparatively Less Evil for betty. i think that a lot of this is because simon is just less confident in his choices, more nervous about making decisions, and *slower* at making decisions. in part because of a obsessive focus on details (i also think a buncha other stuff contributed to the difference in how long it took betty vs simon to do differing levels of fucked up shit for eachother but Yeah that’s the relevant part.)

i wouldn't say betty is a "think about the big picture, ignore the details" person though, necessarily. maybe compared to simon she is, but she's still a huge fucking nerd. she's an academic! to me she's someone who takes issues and situations that are more subjective and translates them into concretely structured language in order to guide herself through what actions she should take (my friend responded to this with “so what youre saying is betty took a philosophy class and was like ‘aw yes! Math!’” and yeah that is exactly what im saying)

i feel like canon sort of implies this, and definitely doesn't Not Imply It, but i also think canon didn't flesh out her character very well, so in a lot of ways im making my own assertions. but i think she's the type of person who likes to view things in ways that are ....not necessarily less complicated, but more concrete? like she can handle an uber complicated math problem with ease, but the way a math problem is complicated is entirely different from the way a social interaction is complicated, you know. and she's way better equipped for the first one.

so, basically, i think betty would be like: Dosent see the bigger picture.... but in a different way from simon, where instead of getting caught up on and overwhelmed by all the little details, she picks a specific angle to view the situation and then focuses on That, often to the detriment of viewing things from a wider, more complex and nuanced perspective. so better at seeing the bigger picture than simon, but still can miss a Lot…

i also feel like she leans towards viewing things as "identify a problem/issue, then find away to eliminate it" and "identify a goal, and find a way to reach it" . like i feel like she'd tackle social and personal situations in this way. it's not like she can't do things for fun or anything, but like, if she upset simon she'd go into Solving A Problem Mode and be like: “The issue is Simon Is Upset. The goal is Make Simon Not Upset. First i have to identify Why simon is Upset, and then how to make him Not Upset. This is The Current Goal I Must Complete.” like, not in an abstract sense. like shes literally narrating that to herself. i think she likes to focus in on "what's wrong here and how do i fix it" as opposed to dwelling on emotions and exploring nuance. (which may be a contributor to how she ended up in that “there’s so little me left anymore” state by temple of mars: she was so focused on Fixing the Problem that she didn’t allow herself to really process her feelings too deeply and that took a toll on her mental health.)

simon is maybe more aware of nuance, which could be part of why he gets caught up on details because he's like "this CANT be properly categorized into something more straightforward, there's actually a billion TRILLION little details and that is stressful". like simon desperately wishes things could be simplified down more but is usually like "actually no, a million things are happening actually". he's like me he would get upset if asked to rate his pain or feelings on a number scale at the doctor (i can’t do that shit for the life of me. Those things are far too complicated to put on a number scale in my eyes). meanwhile betty just will force things into concrete categories and steps and factors that Make Sense To Her with intense fervor and if she starts to have a "this is too complicated to address" moment she feels threatened and then tries very hard to reprocess things in a way that is easier, or just does her best to ignore the things that make stuff too complicated to address

i think betty tends to view things in medium-sized chunks that incorporate some but Not All details in a situation, and that she cares about small details and being thorough but feels like accomplishing the goal is the most important thing, so is willing and able to make a quick decision if she feels it's the only choice. like. she had a limited time before the portal closed, and she chose to jump through it, because she thought "the problem is that im not with simon. simon is on the other side of the portal. ill go there" it's not that she doesn't like to think things through. she loves to think things through! its just that OVERALL she is a Doer who wants to solve the problem and thinks taking action and doing something is way better than sitting there and missing an opportunity. betty will think through the details if she has time, but if she doesnt, she just breaks things down into whatever is most easy to digest and process, and then takes the option that seems.like it will get the most desired outcome based on the available info. and also shes just very confident and headstrong. and THATS. why she punched bella noche

In my eyes betty likes having rules and defined, structured processes about what to do or how to deal with stuff. and she dosen’t really like changing those. she's very autistic. she hates change i think. so does simon. but i think that simon would be more likely to be like: the change in situation is so upsetting that it's making it harder to think and process things, so he just gets overwhelmed and has an even harder time addressing whatever is happening or comprehending it. meanwhile betty is quick to try and find the easiest way to rerout her thinking to fit the new change, she's just really fucking pissed off and stressed out about it (part of this to me is she hates feeling powerless & hates feeling like she might fail). she copes with changes in her surroundings by finding a way to connect the changed situation as well and as fast as possible with her pre existing methods of tackling situations. i think bettys also worse at handling changes in people than changes in situation. to quote my friend when we where texting about this “Situations dont have feelings”.

Like. Betty has so many skills. so much knowledge. but isn’t great with people. And she gets to know people and figures out how to understand them and then THEY CHANGE??? ILLEGAL. and so… like…this is literally her whole thing with simon!! elements seems to imply that betty originally views things as "simon is cursed, i have to fix the curse". but when she makes an attempt to meet simon where he’s at and try to interact with him as ice king, she is unable to handle it. she is upset that he is different, so much so that she concludes the only way to view things is to see them as separate people, even though it was implied that she wasn't doing that before! she was approaching it like he was Simon With Memory Loss…..but then she does her villain betrayal scene and now she's all "things will be back to just me and simon, and you won't exist" . meaning before she directly started interacting with him, she was able to view him as simon, but when she did interact with him for an extended period of time and found out how different he had become, she felt so threatened by this that the only way she could handle it was by switching her view in order to not have to confront the idea that simon could have changed that much. it also meant switching her view to a place where she would be okay hurting simon. but when he starts to protest, get upset, ask what's wrong, and worst of all, insist that he's worthy of respect, that starts to stress her out and she has to talk out loud to herself to reassure herself that she's doing the right thing

and in that scene simon goes "i don't know who this simon guy is, im ice king", which i think is a Big line - he's responded to simon in the past, but doesnt always. Like. he's inconsistent in whether or not he's aware that's a way of referring to him, which makes sense bc he seems to have memory lapses where he remembers things fine one minute and forgets them the next, them remembers about them way later. anyway having him say that simultaneously provides a Confirmation of bettys new perspective, but it also… isn’t meant to. i feel like, to the audience, its saying that "simon has changed so much, he's entirely different now. and this is the way things are, and betty should accept this, but she cant" . to betty its telling her she’s right, but that kind of sucks, because she’s not totally sure how much she wants to be right (she dosen’t want this to be simon, but she also dosen’t want simon to be gone)

(i think the idea of betty Swapping her perspective abt simon during elements as a coping strategy to deal w the panic of What If Simon Is Different + the moral dilemma of potentially hurting him fits nicely into the "betty has bpd" interpretation . my girl is splitting)

(also ik many people interpret simon and ice king as Literally being entirely different people but tbh i think that is way less interesting and doesn't make a lot of sense with the canon. but also ik this is partially because what people consider to be "different people" is subjective. like it depends somewhat on ur perception of identity and stuff. also having different interpretations is valid and fair and all that - and adventure time is often very loose in its text and there’s lots of ways to interpret it. but whatever man im just saying my feelings and That is and Always Will Be the Same guy to me and i think that perspective is waay more interesting to explore than simon getting possessed by an alternate personality or whatever. so im just going under that interpretation….. i think some ppl would perceive the "im ice king" line as being a conformation of them as separate people but to me it's a more abstract representation of the idea that a Drastic Change has taken place that Cannot be reversed!!.... which. Ok eventually it is but tbh i doubt they even knew how they'd end the show by this point and i still think in the context of elements it still works very well as a way driving home both how betty is Not Handling the Situation Well while also making you empathize with her bc u also know how hard that must have been for her to hear)

i think betty is very person-oriented in a unique way!!she's codependent while also being low empathy, introverted, and in many ways socially inept, which is an interesting combo! i really get the vibe that she has always struggled socially and had trouble fitting in, so attaches really heavily to people who she does feel a connection to, and works really, really hard to maintain the relationships she has. i like to think she’s scared of rejection…

i think simon is much more empathetic, emotion-driven, and in tune with others than betty, but i also think he can be Very bad at actually understanding other people on many levels - like with his obliviousness to betty being interested in him romantically until she spelled it out for him, or to the impact of bettys earlier sacrifices. simon also, with the mission to get the crown in f&c, despite his empathetic nature and love for his friends, does not seem to consider that putting the crown on would upset his friends. This shows a "focusing on one thing and missing something else" scenario, and perhaps more of a "thinking abt the big picture" (saving f&c's world) over the details (friends would be sad) thing. so that's interesting. (although i think part of this example in particular stems from his self hatred preventing him from really thinking that his friends would be upset if he did that. but in a sense it is focusing on big picture over details). So theres some nuance there i think

BUT Anyway, i think this issue probably is mainly with him struggling to read people, or fully understand others perspectives, despite caring deeply about people and feeling Upset when he can tell other people are Upset. he cares and he feels very emotionally connected to people, especially people he cares about…. he just isn't that great at picking up on things sometimes. (also. Worth noting, i think its def shown that while simon may be very caring towards his friends and is a generally nice and approachable, well meaning person who wants whats best for other people. He still is very capable of Hating People and Doing Bad Things On Purpose. Don’t want to ignore that. also hes very desensitized to bad things happening in many respects lmao. So its not like hes just always super nice and caring and amazing. He still murdered choose goose to death and That is via the power of choose goose being annoying and Simon Loving Betty)

Betty also struggles to understand other people but instead of being downright oblivious to certain things or being unsure and nervous she finds relating to people and understanding their actions and emotions to be actively difficult and makes an active effort to understand people in a bit of a scientist-looking-at-a-subject way. Which can be helpful sometimes and less helpful other times. like. it's good that she has a way to navigate social interactions . but also that way of addressing things isn't always conductive to a healthy relationship, especially when she doesn't really let simon in on the fact that she's making these sort of analyses where she's like "what will maximize Simon Being Happy and how do i accomplish this" sometimes to her own detriment. simon is just like "wow betty is so confident and good at knowing what she wants" meanwhile betty is like "i will make the best choice For Simon" betty i think is better than simon at reading people but not good at Empathizing With Others Emotions or really Understanding or relating to the emotions behind their actions .

she also is shown to, despite caring So much about simon, not be very considerate or caring towards others (not the same as being low empathy & etc dw im not equating them. Its just on the topic of How She Views Others!!!). To be fair, we don’t see nearly enough of her interacting with people besides simon, but i like to think that she just sorta struggles to really care about and have compassion for Random People but deeply cares about those she is Really close too (but as far as we know, thats just simon)

OVERALLi think they see the world very similarly in some ways and very differently in others and it's an interesting balance. also they are both Autistic. In cconclusion !!

betty

likes to break things down into concrete concepts because she struggles to comprehend more subjective and nuanced experiences, especially in social situations + Feels more comfortable approaching things from a “scientific” perspective because it is familiar and easy for her to navigate; threatened by uncertainty and comforted by things that are more straightforward and well-defined

doesn't dwell on things a ton (esp not as much as simon) because she's very goal-oriented and focused on the Now. she wants to get to the next step. that often then means ignoring Her Own Feelings Or Needs if she deems Other Things to be more relevant or important than them (not good for your mental health) + this also means she’s better at making quick decisions! she cares about details and prefers to have All The Relevant Info but is willing and able to cut things down to a “wider-picture” that helps her make whatever choices will help her achieve her goal - that wider picture just may not always be the Full Actual wider picture.

struggles to put herself in other people's shoes - finds it easier to view herself as an outside party with the goal of achieving the ideal outcome in a social situation. In general has low empathy and struggles to understand/relate to others feelings, which impacts her perspective on things and how she handles/views situations.

(not really mentioned earlier but idk where else to put it:) i also think she has that Autism Trait where you focus in on a specific goal you want to achieve and struggle to focus on anything else until it's accomplished (and that that sort of thinking pattern happened with curing simons curse). where you put off doing anything, even things you could do, until something that you Need to happen (according to your brain, not the real world) happens. Betty put off being person until simon was saved. she put Everything on hold until she accomplished her mission. and this is in a way a form of not seeing the bigger picture, because its overly focusing on a specific thing at the expense of others

(bettys better at balancing seeing the details & the big picture in a sense, but more like. she picks a medium sized chunk of what is going on and focuses on that and acknowledges details when able to but is willing and able to make split second decisions based on little info and is confident in doing so. but whereas i think simon might have more of a "sees the whole big picture but then gets caught up on the details" thing going on, i think betty just straight up focuses on One Portion of something, of varying sizes, which could or could not he considered a "detail", but then almost completely ignores everything else, viewing things as individual challenges or events that need to be addressed before anything else can be)

simon

is someone who really likes to think things through, and can easily get hung up on details and can easily get overwhelmed by those details and sent into a state of anxiety-fueled-spiraling or decision making paralysis

this is worse probably for Current simon because he’s also Trying To DIstance Himself from his identity as ice king, and as ice king he had no impulse control and thought things through very little. so simon likely puts even more pressure on himself to think things through! unfortunately hes also Going Through A Lot Emotionally and sometimes that’s too much and he Dosen’t think things through and just acts on how he’s feeling. And that makes him feel Worse about himself and just Everything in general

he is more confident with his decision making skills if he feels more prepared/knowledgeable on the subject at hand or is taking on a caretaker role (like with marcy, or f&c). but currently he dosen’t have a lot of that going on so that kinda sucks for his self confidence.

simon is better at empathizing with people than betty & at creating connections with others & is more caring towards people he dosen’t know that well - and so may consider Other People more in his perspectives on things. But on the other hand hes not always the best at reading people or understanding their perspectives, even if he feels emotional connections and cares about people, so he can easily overlook other people’s struggles or perspectives within an issue - even if he cares deeply about their wellbeing (very relevant to his relationship with betty)

he’s generally more emotion driven than betty, and dwells on & ruminates about his feelings, sometimes to the point of obscuring his understanding of a situation or his ability to engage with it. On The Other Hand this means he at least acknowledges how he’s feeling meanwhile betty is like “im classifying that as irrelevant information until further notice” lmao.

he’s better at understanding nuance & subjectivity than betty but this contributes to his habit of getting-overwhelmed by everything & Overthinking

(simon focuses on details over the big picture overall. he easily gets caught up in details and panics. he traps himself in cycles of worrying about details that can paralyze him when making decisions, and so prefers to not have to make choices. BUT simons "paralyzed with fear of making decisions" state can often be overturned by the power of Having Strong Emotions and his decisions may be Less Good because of the power of not being great and understanding other people. he's very emotion-driven and currently suffering from a billion mental health issues so sometimes all that gets in the way of his natural over-thinking. hes got a better understanding of nuance than betty & is better at Empathizing with others and more considerate but not all too great at reading them or recognizing others Feelings or Behaviors)

I THINK I REPEATED A LOT IN THIS. AGAIN, KIND OF JUST RAMBLING. HOPEFULLY IT WAS SOMEWHAT COHERENT

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