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canadianfangirl-95 · 5 months ago

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Benny Miller- Sugar Daddy edition

Chapter Two!

Summary: Your gym crush becomes unmanageable when he is suddenly thrust upon you as your new boxing trainer. After a drunken hook up at a night club opening, you begin to explore your feelings as you continue to learn new and exciting things about him.

About: Continuation of the sugar daddies AU Triple Frontier collection.

Characters- Kayla and Tasha are undescribed, so you can imagine them as your own friend group.

Chapter Warning: 18 + minors, DNI, age difference, reader is early 20s, Benny is late 30s, swearing, manipulative and toxic ex described, description of smut through memory

Chapter Word Count: 5k+

Light filtered into your bedroom, and you startled awake at the sound of something falling in the kitchen. You rubbed your throbbing head and pried your tired eyes open. They widened when you found Benny lying peacefully beside you, the events of last night quickly returning to your hungover head. Though, looking down at your naked form under the sheets, you have the feeling you may be forgetting something.

“Shit-,” you muttered to yourself as you racked your brain for more memories before realizing he was stirring. One eye peaking open to find you propped up on your elbows staring at him.

His mouth stretched into a grin, “Mornin’.”

You pulled your lips tight, “Morning, did you uh- did you sleep okay?” you asked, settling yourself back into the bed beside him.

He slid onto his side to face you, “Felt good while I was asleep, now not so much. How much tequila did we have last night?”

You nodded, his head must feel about as good as yours does right now, “A little more than doctor recommended I would say.”

Benny smirked, “Ah well, all in the name of a good night I guess.” He pulled his hand up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

Looking slightly bashful, you asked, “You had a good night then? With me I mean?” You pulled the covers closer to your chin in an effort to not feel as physically vulnerable as you were emotional right now.

“Of course,” he said with a smile. “I had a great time; I’d like to do it again sometime. But maybe after I actually take you out first.”

Your heart skipped a beat, “Really? You wanna go out, like on a date?” Your face looked skeptical, unsure how this could be true.

He nodded, “Yeah, I mean-,” He propped himself up to look down at you, his face turning more into a worried look as he met your gaze, “If you’d want that. I know I’m older than you so I don’t know if that’s something you’d actually be interested in but-,”

“I’d love to.” You said, this time interrupting his self-deprecation.

He huffed out a little chuckle, “Alright well then, what are you doing tomorrow?”

You thought to yourself, “Um, nothing other than a study group from 1-3.”

“Okay well, do you wanna grab some dinner then? I know a great taco place if that’s your thing.” His eyes beamed with excitement; you couldn’t believe you ever doubted this man’s interest in you. He looked like you held the sun and stars in your hands.

Nodding you replied, “Yeah, yeah I’d like that a lot.” You leaned in and met his lips with a sweet kiss. “Um-, I’m just gonna go make a coffee. Feel free to stay if you want.”

Benny grinned, “I’d love to, but I should get going. My brother is probably wondering where I am. I’m just gonna order an uber and check my emails in here if that’s okay?” he asked, squeezing your thigh under the covers.

You nodded and dragged yourself from his clutches to throw on a t-shirt and sleep shorts before pulling the door open just a crack and slipping out.

Your head still pounded as your eyes adjusted to the lighting of the hallway. Rubbing your eyes you strode into the kitchen to suddenly halt at the sight of Kayla and Tasha sitting eagerly at the kitchen island with giant grins on their faces.

“Morning you little slut you.” Kayla squealed.

Rolling your eyes you waved them off and headed towards the cabinet to pull out your U of Kentucky mug. “Will you be quiet?” you whispered.

Tasha’s mouth gapped, “Is he still here?” She peered back into the hallway as if she would catch a glimpse of his naked form right there.

You finished preparing your coffee and snuck a look as well, “Yes, he’s still here. But he’ll be out of there soon so please be cool. Don’t make it weird.”

Kayla huffed, “Weirder than it’s gonna be on Monday when you have training with him? Just days after your one-night stand.”

“Actually, it won’t be days after our one-night stand. It will be the day after our dinner date.” You stated, smiling into your coffee mug as they expressed their shocked faces.

Kayla smacked your arm, “He asked you out?”

You grinned and nodded.

“How was he?” Tasha leaned in and asked.

“Ou, yeah I wanna know too.” Kayla pressed.

You looked back at the hallway again before lowering your voice, “Okay, listen. I was very drunk off tequila last night, so I am going to be perfectly honest here.” They sat waiting eagerly, “I don’t actually remember much of it.”

Kaylas eyes bugged, “Seriously? You don’t remember?”

Shrugging you replied, “I remember kissing on the dance floor, kissing in the cab, kissing in the hallway, kissing in the kitchen-,”

“Damn, how sore is your jaw?” Tasha quipped.

You looked up in thought, “Kind of sore, I’m gonna be honest with that one. But I don’t know I woke up naked, so I guess we must’ve hooked up.”

They looked between each other with skeptical eyes, “But, just give me a few hours I’m sure more of it will come back to me.” You chewed the inside of your cheek nervously.

“So are you gonna ask him about-,” Kayla started but quickly shut up as the sound of your bedroom door creaked open. The three of you halting in place as if a bear was creeping down the hall and you didn’t want to spook it.

Benny was dressed in his clothes from the night before, hair tossed in every direction and hallow eyes from the last night. He spotted the three of you doing your best to be casual and smirked, “Mornin’ ladies.”

“Mm, morning.” Tasha said into her mug.

“Sup playa?” Kayla jousted at him, leaning on the counter. He met her eyes and chuckled.

“How’s it going Kayla? Sorry I stole your girl from you last night.” he asked, tucking his hands into his pockets.

She grinned, “I don’t know, kinda ruined our night out Benny boy. Might need to get in the ring with you this week and let out my frustrations.”

You swatted Kaylas arm, she responded with a dramatic “ouch”. “Is your Uber gonna be here soon?” You asked casually.

He nodded, “Yeah it’s almost here, was gonna head down.”

“Okay, I’ll see you out.” You say, setting your mug down and walking to the door.

Benny pulled his hands out of his pockets and gave a sheepish wave, “Alright well, uh, bye then.”

Kayla and Tasha mewled their goodbyes and watched as the two of you exited through the front door.

Once on the other side you met his awkward stance, “So, I don’t actually have your number.”

“Oh shit, yeah right.” He said, pulling out his phone and giving it to you. You texted your phone number and handed it back to him. “So, uh- how’s 7 tomorrow? I can pick you up.”

You smiled, “Yeah that sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

He nodded and started down the hallway before turning his body to speak, “By the way, I really did have a great time last night. I’ll be thinking about that for a very long time.” He said before continuing down the hallway.

You froze in your spot, at least one of us will.

Throughout the rest of the day and the next, your brain fluttered. Flashes of Friday night came in and out. You heard moans permeate your ears as you visualized skin on skin. Feigned images of Bennys body on top of you, rocking into you and kissing your breasts made your core ache. You couldn’t get the whole picture by any means, but from what you did remember, and from what Benny said as he left, you could piece together that it was in fact an enjoyable night together. You were now hoping you would get the opportunity to actually enjoy it, should you ever get the chance again.

Sunday night at 6:55pm, you waited eagerly by the door checking your phone. Your foot tapped repeatedly, and your nerves grew as the clock ticked on. Tasha and Kayla had gone out to eat a while ago, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your phone flashed and a message from Benny popped up stating he was here. Collecting your purse, you took one final deep breath and left your apartment.

What you found in the parking lot was not what you expected. Benny was standing waiting for you, leaning against a bright red Ferrari, and waving you over.

You walked up to him and halted, analyzing the luxury vehicle. “Hey Benny, how are you?”

He smiled and leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek, “A whole lot better now that you’re here. Ready to go?”

“Yeah, uh, Benny? Is this yours?” You asked, drawing your eyebrows inward.

Benny looked down at the car as he began to round it to the driver’s seat, “Yeah this is mine. You like it? Always wanted one growing up.”

Sliding into the passenger seat your mouth gapped, “Yeah, it’s awesome. I just, I thought you were a trainer at the gym how-,” You started to say but your thoughts consumed you as you looked around the beautiful interior. Benny had started to pull away onto the main road. He watched your face as the wheels began to turn. “Aren’t you a trainer?” You ask, confused.

He smiled, “Well, I do train, but just for fun. Technically however, I’m the owner.”

Your eyes widened, “The owner? Isn’t it a big franchise, I-. Benny?” He hummed in response, awaiting your question. “What’s your last name?”

“Miller.” He said matter-of-factly. His smile grew, he clearly knew what you were getting at but was enjoying your face as you put the pieces together,

Mouth stuck in a permanent shocked look you asked, “Miller? Do you OWN Miller’s Muscles? As in the whole franchise?”

He grinned, “I’m sorry Bunny, I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I just don’t like to start with that kind of stuff. Don’t typically get interest from the best kind of women when I boast about it you know?”

You nodded, that makes sense. But holy shit were you in it now. Not only was he nice and funny, but also a millionaire. Your nerves started to creep in again and you started wondering once again what someone like him would want with you. You remained quiet for the rest of the drive to the restaurant. Benny stole worried glances at you the entire time.

Once seated inside, you looked around. A casual spot with lots of wood finishes and a Spanish theme. The booths were red and had a low hanging pendant light above them. The waitress took your drink orders and left. You had been quiet almost the entire time still, your head spinning with the new information about your date, who looked at you with the most devastating puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Hey,” Benny started, “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Is everything okay?”

You wrang your hands together and breathed deeply out your nostrils. “I’m sorry Benny, I know I’ve been quiet. I’m just nervous.”

“About what?”

“About, you liking me. With all things considered.” You looked down at your hands, the thought of looking into those eyes killing you.

He leaned back in his seat, “What things?”

You squeezed your eyes tight and felt your resolve break. “Oh, you know, you being rich and handsome, and nice and funny and me being well. Me.” You finally looked up to him and his eyes were soft, “I just don’t really understand, I guess. Why you would want to go out with a college girl that can barely take care of herself.”

Benny straightened up and replied, “Well, it’s probably because that college girl happens to also be nice, and funny and beautiful and well, I don’t know much about your financial situation but, that really doesn’t bother me. You could work at Walmart, and I wouldn’t care.”

You chuckled lightly, nodding along with what he was saying.

He looked you up and down, “Why are you so hard on yourself?”

There it is, why were you so hard on yourself. You knew why, of course. That was no mystery thanks to your no-good ex, Mike. But was now the time to dive into all that? It didn’t seem like there was much other choice with the way Benny was looking at you, awaiting your answer.

“Um, I-, I know I’m hard on myself and I’m working on that. It’s one of the reasons I got into boxing.”

“You told me you just found the machines boring.” He spoke.

You nodded and pulled your lips tight, “Yeah, that might have been a lie. But in my defense, it didn’t feel like the right time to trauma dump all over the boxing mat.” He nodded and waited for you to continue. “In all honesty though, I got into it because I needed to work on my self-confidence and overall strength. Not just body but mind as well. You see, my ex, Mike. He uh- he was very toxic to me. He always made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. He would put me down a lot and then build me up just to pull the rug out from under me.”

Benny leaned forward and took one of your hands in his. His comfort gave you the courage you needed to press on. “We broke up because, 5 months ago he actually cheated on me, and then basically blamed it on me in his own twisted way. Mostly me not trying hard enough or whatever, it was all bullshit. I’ll be damned though if I didn’t believe him for longer than I care to admit. But I finally figured out that what was happening was wrong and I got out. Mostly thanks to Kayla. It’s still taking me some time to get out of that head space though.”

“I’m sorry you went through that; he sounds like a piece of shit.” Benny stated.

You huffed out a slight laugh, “Yeah, you’re right about that.”

He grinned, “I would say I’d beat him up for you if he ever came back but based on how well you did this last week at training, I’d say you probably have that covered.”

You smiled, “Technically Kayla has dibs on that first round.”

Benny laughed, “Well, in all seriousness though. You seem like a pretty amazing person and I’m sorry that you ever felt like you weren’t.” He leaned in and kissed your knuckle of the hand he was holding. “I promise I will never make you feel that way.”

Your heart swelled, “Thanks, Benny. I appreciate that.”

The waitress returned with your drinks. She was a tall blonde with a fit body and a tight uniform on. She leaned closely into Benny with his drink and flashed him bright smiles throughout the food orders. Benny on the other hand, kept his eyes burning on you. Scanning every inch of your face, as if you’ll disappear and he would only have his memory left.

Once the waitress left, Benny leaned with his forearms on the table. “So, you haven’t told me what you’re in school for?”

You took a sip from your drink before replying, “Marketing.”

His eyebrows perked up, “Oh, nice. What kind of field are you hoping to work in with that?”

“I think the medical field, like a pharmaceutical sales rep to start and learn the business.”

He nodded before you continued, “I’m assuming you were in the army at some point, solely based on your tattoo and shirts you’ve worn to the gym.”

Bennys face grew damper, “Yeah, yeah, I was. I enlisted right out of high school. Got out a while ago though. That stage of my life is closed and I’m happy about it.”

His face didn’t look happy as he spoke, but maybe that happiness was deeper than surface level. You figured it would be best not to pry and allow whatever it is to come up when he was ready.

The rest of the date was flawless. His boyish charm made you laugh until you felt like you were going to cry. It wasn’t until you were standing outside your apartment door with him that you realized just how fast the evening had gone. You both shifted on your feet, unsure how to end the evening. Was a hug too casual? Was asking him inside too forward? You had already slept together and now you’re on your first date. Could you really take it slow now?

You batted your lashes at him as you both pondered what to do, Benny finally reaching out and holding your elbow. “I had a great time, again. Thanks for letting me take you out. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

His eyes were hopeful, not lustful. It seemed like you were able to fall back into the first date feeling. “I had a great time too. I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

Benny nodded, and then leaned in. His lips met yours with a softness unlike anything from the other night. For such a big and boisterous guy, he had such a gentle touch when he wanted to. Your lips fell apart and immediately into a smile. You said your goodbyes and retreated into your apartment, swiftly clutching your heart and leaning against the door as soon as it closed, overwhelmed by the warmth this man had brought into your body.

Monday afternoons session had you buzzing with excitement. Kayla rolled her eyes as you grinned to yourself, taping up your hands.

“Will you stop acting like a lovesick puppy?” she snidely said.

Your mouth gapped, “First you want me to talk to him, now I’m a lovesick puppy?”

“Noo, I wanted you to bang him. Very different.” She said pointedly, all humor behind her tone.

“Don’t be jealous it is unbecoming on you.” You jousted, earning yourself a swat through the ropes to your ankle.

Benny entered the gym and immediately lit up when you waved at him. He returned it eagerly and did a light jog over to the ring. He tossed his bag through and climbed up, grabbing you into a bear hug before you could protest. “Hey Bunny, how was your day?”

You grinned from ear to ear, “It was good, long classes but was still good. How about you?”

He put together his training gear and answered, “Always a good day when I know I get to see you at the end of it.”

Your cheeks flushed and your heartbeat quickened. An obnoxious groan erupted from the floor below you by an unamused Kayla.

Benny met you in the middle of the ring, “Now, don’t expect me to be easy on you now. I’m still your trainer and I have to push you as much as I would with anyone else.”

You nodded, understanding. But he still shot you a flirtatious smile and wink which had your cheeks warming.

It was Tuesday evening and your phone pinged with Bennys name on the screen;

Hey Bunny, wanna hang out on Saturday? I was thinking we could go to the Farmer’s Market 😊

You bit the inside of your cheek and replied; Sorry I have to work at the student center this weekend. I guess I forgot to mention I do that every other weekend to pay for rent.

The phone in your hand felt heavier than normal as you waited for his response. The little typing bubbles soon arrived and replied.

Booo, can you get out of it? I really wanna take you.

Your smile grew a bit at his eagerness, but fell anyway due to the situation, knowing you would have to turn down the handsome man begging to walk around a market with you on a beautiful Spring day.

I’m sorry, I could get out of it, but I need the pay. Maybe we could hang out in the evening?

His response startled you.

What’s your e-tranfser info?

You were taken aback and confused. Why did he need that? You responded with your info anyway and sat down on the couch contemplating the situation.

A notification came on your banking app that you received an e-transfer. You pulled it up and your mouth gapped as $1000 had been sent to you by a B.MillersMuscles.

Before you could comprehend what happened, your phone pinged again.

Can you come now?

Your head spun and your fingers shook. The guy you had been on one date with just sent you $1000. What kind of relationship did you get yourself into? You knew he was rich, he could clearly afford it, but that didn’t make the situation any less familiar to you. Again, you found yourself begging your withered self-confidence to take a leap and accept the love of someone who was giving an honest try.

You typed your response and pressed send before re-reading it, so you couldn’t back out of your decision.

You make a good argument Benny, sounds like a date 😉

Saturday morning was beautiful. The sun shone and the birds chirped, and you could barely feel your feet touching the wood floors as you sauntered into the kitchen to make yourself breakfast before your day out with Benny. Yesterday was your final lesson with Benny before Carlos returned. You were sad you would be giving up him as a teacher, you felt like you had never been more motivated to tone your skills than when you were with him. Your semester would be ending in the next couple of weeks and then you would be job hunting for the summer, deciding to stay in town rather than go back home as your hometown did not have the kind of marketing opportunities you could find in the big city.

Kayla and Tasha were lounging in the living room when you strode in with a cheery good morning to start your cup of coffee.

Tasha was mindlessly scrolling her phone when she suddenly perked up from her laid down spot on the couch, “Did you send me this month’s rent already?”

You chewed your cheek again and finished pouring your coffee cup. “Yeah, I did last night.”

“You’re early. You’re never early. Did you get an advance from the student center for your shift today?”

Gulping your coffee loudly you replied, “Um-, actually no I’m not going to the student center today I have plans with Benny.”

Kaylas interest was peaked, “So how did you get the money? Your grandparents?”

You had neglected to tell them about Benny’s financial situation as you didn’t want any questions on the matter, but it seemed it may be unavoidable after all. “No, I just. Benny gave me some money. It’s not big deal.” You spoke to yourself more than anyone else, trying to distract yourself with the coffee steaming in your hands.

Tasha’s eyes squinted, “He gave you money? Isn’t he a trainer?”

You hummed, “Um- huh funny story actually he uh-, he doesn’t work for the gym. He actually owns it.” You did your best to sound casual and humorous.

Kayla’s eyes widened and she launched herself out of her seated position in the bright red circle chair in the corner of the room, “You have a sugar Daddy?! You bitch you didn’t tell us he’s rich!”

In an instant she was on you, grabbing you by the waist and hurling you up in the air as she spun you with her glee. You stared at the liquid gold in your hand trying not to spill during her excited reaction.

You patted her shoulder and hushed her, “Shhh, he is not a sugar Daddy-,”

“But he gave you money.” She interrupted.

You nodded, “Yes, but-,”

“And he’s older than you, like a lot older.”

Taking a deep breath through your nose you replied, “Yes, but it’s not like that I swear. He really wanted to hang out today and I couldn’t, so he helped me out. I swear it is a one-time thing.”

Kayla gave a knowing look to Tasha who threw her hands up, conceding the situation.

The Farmer’s Market was bustling with lots of people enjoying the day. You and Benny strode hand in hand as you looked through all the vendors and food carts. You finally settled on some freshly made cinnamon rolls for lunch and seated yourselves under a beautiful maple tree on one of the many picnic tables in the area.

“How’s your exam prep going?” Benny asked, licking the icing off his hand that had fallen.

You smiled, “Good, I think I’ve got it all figured out. Can’t wait to be done this semester though. I had some tough teachers.”

He nodded, “Any big plans for the end of the semester to celebrate?”

“No, I don’t think so at least, just job hunting.” You shrugged.

Benny sat up straighter and replied, “What? You’ve gotta do something to celebrate! You worked your ass off you deserve it.”

Blushing you replied, “I guess. I don’t know, maybe we could go downtown again, minus the Tequila of course.” You laughed and pointed at him.

“Hey, don’t blame the Tequila, the Tequila did nothing wrong. But no, you need to do something big like- like-, oh I’ve got it!”

You jumped in your seat at his excitement.

“The Kentucky Derby is in a few weeks. I should get us a box and we can do that. I’ve heard it’s amazing, but I haven’t gone yet since I moved here.”

“Yeah, I mean Benny that sounds incredible I’ve always wanted to go, but uh-, it’s pretty fancy, isn’t it?” You asked, looking down at the old wood below you.

Benny waved his hands casually while finishing chewing his last bite of his cinnamon roll. “No problem, I’ve got it. Oh!” His eyes widened and his smile grew, “Let’s go shopping, right now, my treat.”

“Right now?” You asked, your face turning pale.

“Yeah, right now. You’re busy with finals this week and I have to go to Texas at the end of the month to see my buddy, Frankie. He just got engaged so I’m gonna go and congratulate him in person and meet the blushing bride of course. I think she used to be his daughter’s teacher. So yeah, the next few weeks before the Derby will be pretty busy, but we have all afternoon today so, why not?”

His smile was infatuating, you couldn’t possibly resist an afternoon of Benny treating you to a shopping spree and a luxurious day at the Derby. You smiled, “Fuck it, let’s do it!”

He clapped his hands together with excitement and you both collected your things to leave.

You and Benny found yourselves in the most beautiful store you’ve ever seen. It had white walls with marble floors. The accents were all gold and black creating a luxurious aesthetic. Benny sat patiently on a large cream pouf ottoman holding a glass of champagne.

“Come on Bunny, I wanna see.”

You looked in the mirror, not recognizing yourself. The sales associate had put together three outfits for you, all with shoes and a fascinator to match. You had never worn anything as expensive as this, the price tag almost made you sick. Benny assured you after about 20 minutes of following him around the store, pleading your case that you didn’t need anything like this, that it was all fine and he could take care of it. You finally conceded thanks to that shit eating grin that adorned his face the majority of the time you spoke to him.

You threw the curtain open of the dressing room and strode out, Bennys eyes widened and his mouth gapped when he saw you. Your first look was a yellow cocktail dress with gold accents. The sales associate had matched it with strappy heels with white and gold and a white fascinator.

“Holy shit, you look beautiful.” Benny said, taking in the entire look you have presented for him.

You fussed with the hem of the skirt, looking up to meet his gaze. “Really? Thanks Benny.”

He nodded, “Oh yeah, this colour is beautiful on you. But I’d love to see the others also, before we make a decision.”

“Oh of course, I do like this one though.” You blushed and he smiled. Spending time with Benny just felt like hanging out with your best friend. It was so easy and effortless to talk with him and he was the world’s biggest hype girl.

You returned to your dressing room, only to come back and agree that the bright mint dress was definitely not for you.

A few minutes later, Bennys mouth fell to his chest as you strut out in a black A-line dress that rested mid-thigh, with an off the shoulder sweetheart neckline and black heels. Benny rose from his seat and met you halfway, his hands finding their place on your bare shoulders. The fascinator upon your head was black with touches of gold. You shivered under his touch and felt yourself warming in your core. He looked you up and down before finally choking out his words.

“I-, uh, this is the one. This is-, you are perfect.”

You swallowed deeply, meeting his intense eye contact, you whispered. “Thanks.”

His eyes flicked down to your lips and leaned in. You met him in the middle, tilting your head slightly to catch his plush lips with yours. His hands travelled down your arms to finally settle on your own, taking them in his and squeezing.

You and Benny pulled apart softly and looked at one another, everything that needed to be said held lustfully in each other’s gazes. After spending what seemed like eternity staring quietly at one another, a sound came from behind his shoulder that broke you both out of your trances.

“Have we decided?” called the sales associate from the corner of the changing section.

Benny released your hands and took a few steps back, putting his hands in his jean pockets. “Yeah, yeah this is it.” He said, still struggling with his words and the volume of his voice. He stood rubbing his bottom lip with his index finger and stealing another look of you.

The sales associate clapped her hands together, “Wonderful, will we be needing a bag or jewelry for the event?”

Before you could say no, Benny’s smile grew once more, and he pointed at the woman. “You know what I like the way you think. Yes, we do.”

“Benny, I’m sure I have a purse and some jewelry to wear. I-,”

“Shh, don’t worry Bunny. I’ve got this.” He said, throwing a playful wink your way and a devilish grin.

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pastafossa · 1 year ago

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*heavy breathing* I decided to try to find a workaround for the long covid brain fog tonight.

Aka a new pot pot strain a friend recced to see if it would help me out with this.

It worked.

Do you know how well?

I just came up from a fucking five hour writing spree.

I'd planned to edit TRT's new chapter. And I did for a bit. But it wasn't enough. I had that itch, one that had been rattling around under my skin for months.

I needed to CREATE.

I NEEDED TO WRITE.

So I turned my eyes to the Raven fic's final chapter, where I'd been slowly working on adding the new scenes I wanted and redoing a few to match the new ones.

I didn't just enter the writing zone. I blew that fucking door off its hinges. I saw the scenes in my mind's eye, and I typed the words that came, and even when the words didn't show up, I waved it off, slapped in a placeholder, and blew past it. My hyperfocus latched on like a gator and did fifty thousand death rolls.

I wrote FOUR. POINT. EIGHT. THOUSAND. WORDS.

IN FIVE HOURS.

I may have forgotten to drink or eat anything so that's familiar too

This proves it. Getting TRT's new chapter written, if not edited, proved the words were still there in my head. And THIS proves I can still enter that miracle zone that makes everything worth it oh god i missed the zone. As best I can tell looking over it, this didn't fix my 'what word did I want here???' problem that I continue to struggle with. I still have a lot of placeholder words. But what it did do was remove my frustration, my anxiety, and my long pauses when I couldn't find a word I wanted. It was far easier to just continue on. It also gave me, for just a few hours, the ability to focus, enough that even as it slowly wore off I'd built enough momentum to keep going for a while.

Now I just gotta find a way to get there more regularly like I used to, without the herby nudge. Tomorrow I'll try the same thing though, only with editing instead, now that my itch has been thoroughly scratched.

And if anyone hears triumphant howling tomorrow evening, just know that it is I, Pasta, summoning the words again.

#I WAS THERE I FOUND THE ZONE #now i gotta edit trt's chapter so we'll see how that goes #hoooooly shit that was satisfying #even if it looked a bit different than how i used to write #my use of placeholder words still bothers me a bit because like #i already had to manage my adhd and now i gotta manage this too and it's a reminder my brain got scrambled by the plague #and that i don't know if it'll go away #but i think workarounds will be key for a while #i *can't* write the same way as before. i need to adapt #so this tells me i need to focus on placeholders and not letting anxiety use them to gatekeep the zone #i'm not sure about how to fix my focus yet but i'll keep trying #either way this was a satisfying experiment and I am SO HAPPY

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beebopurr · 9 months ago

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Hi! I'm May! And let me just say, I was not expecting this, but it's happened.

I saw your lighthouse au and was inspired.

I started writing something I thought was gonna be a short story that went nowhere and I wouldn't feel the need to post it.

I ended up with a whole long thing with a plot and a villain or two and a close to death sequence and chapters and I'm honestly shocked I finished it because I don't normally finish things this quickly, if at all.

It took me exactly 8 days to write because I was hyper fixated, though it would have been a couple days shorter if I didn't get sick and have flu brain and couldn't think to write. I've had my brain back literally a day and it got done.

Before you get any ideas of how it might go, it's about the 2003 boys, (because they're my favorite boys), it's not a romance, the new lighthouse keeper is my OC-turned-brand new character because my OC didn't fit the story I ended up creating as the story evolved, and it involves guns. It's pretty much not your story and is only loosely inspired, but it wouldn't exist if it wasn't for you.

Don't worry, the guns aren't a major part until the climax. It does have kind of a message thing going about guns so if you do end up wanting to read it I'm sorry if it sounds preachy I really wasn't trying to make it that way but I've re-read it and it might sound that way. I'll try to fix it in the editing if it doesn't impact the story in any way. This is still a TMNT thing, so no one dies and the guns aren't the point of the story, they're just a minor driving force for certain interactions. I tend to write more serious bad-people-doing-bad-things-to-good-people type stuff so it all just happened naturally. Had to remind myself this is tmnt and it probably shouldn't get that serious and hold myself back.

Since it was inspired by you, I wanted to ask if it was ok if I post it on my writing blog and AO3. It's completely fine if you don't want that, and if you don't, I won't post it. But if you are ok with it, just know it's not gonna be out like tomorrow or anything. It's finished, but it still needs some heavy editing. And I will, of course, credit you with the original idea I was inspired by. Since it came from you, I would prefer to have your approval before making it a public thing.

I love your art and I thank you kindly for inspiring me to write this. Even if you don't want me posting it, it was fun to write and I and my friends can still enjoy it privately. You're awesome and I love your au and the premise behind it and everything. It's really creative and super freaking cool!

Oof sorry for not answering this earlier! Yeah you can post it lol, I don't own lighthouses and it's not like you're just doing a carbon copy of what I've made just in writing form lol (even if you were I'd still give it a thumbs up bc imitation is the sincerest form of flattery 👍)

#asks #lighthouse au #if ya'll wanna do lighthouse stuff go for it

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notsocheezy · 21 days ago

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Brain Curd #214

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.

Read God for a Day Act One and God for a Day Act Two first.

I found my body strolling along the boardwalk, smiling with a sickening ignorance of tragedy. Dietz was dead, and this monster in my skin was using my life as a vacation.

“Hey!” I yelled. He didn’t turn around. “I’m talking to you!”

“I am aware, Lillian. It would be best for your public reputation if you allowed me to lead us to a private space before we speak. Understood?”

So nonchalant. So disgusting. A universe of death and entropy, disguised as a prize, foisted upon me as He relished the quiet of being a single human. The horrors were unforgettable, unforgivable, and yet He walked as though He’d never seen them.

We entered a single-stall unisex restroom and He locked the door behind Him.

“Am I to take it, Lillian, that you are dissatisfied with this arrangement?”

“You are. My friend is dead.”

“And you killed him?”

“Not on purpose.”

“God does not make mistakes.”

“Well I fucking do!”

The room shook and He fell to the floor and started chuckling as blood flowed from His bitten lip. “Given every atom of power and knowledge I was afforded, freed from the confines of your human brain, given reign over all of existence, you still are incapable of recognizing the Truth. My only failure was my attempt to make your kind in my image.” He smirked. “Tell me, Lillian, how many sins have you witnessed as of yet? Uncountable, yes? This is but a taste of the Hell I have built for myself, and you sick people covet it. You simulate it in your computer games. You lust for power by any means and at any cost, and you dare blame me when things go wrong?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Is that what you truly want? You need not give commands as a God, you may perform any action without my consent. Ask yourself, what do you want? Your life back? I can’t send you back in time. I can’t take away from you what you have seen. Forever and always you will be cursed with this shame and guilt that you wanted so badly.”

“I never wanted this!”

“Didn’t you? Didn’t you when you relentlessly drowned and burned virtual people, laughed at their screams for help? The Truth is there for the knowing, and it is plain to see: their lives meant just as much as yours do. And you easily could have saved Dietz.”

The noise of the universe grew and grew, louder, louder, clawing at every aspect of my ethereal being like a rabid dog broken off a leash.

“God does not make mistakes - not because He is perfect, but because by definition what He does is done with precision, with purpose. With intent. Benevolence was always a ruse, Lillian! And you fools bought it! I shed no tears for what I’ve done for all of you! A God has no place for emotion and you have failed your test!”

He was overwhelming my senses. There was no doubt in my mind, he was doing this to me because he wanted me to fold. He wanted me to admit defeat and give him back his place on the throne of creation. I’d go back into my body, left to grapple with my actions and inactions alike, certain that life was meaningless and empty.

No.

I reached inside His chest and ripped out my heart. He looked at it and laughed, tears running down His cheeks. He said only four more words before collapsing to the dirty floor.

“Sweet darkness… take me.”

I killed God.

Please comment, reblog, like, and follow if you enjoyed - I'd love to know what you think! See you again tomorrow.

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rotfront-cunt · 2 months ago

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Update on key quest:

Good lord help agshdh

Ok so. This past session has made me realize that this is going to be considerably more daunting than I originally suspected.

When my friend said impossible I should’ve listened to her maybe but I’m going to try my best to commit.

So taking some-creep’s advice I stopped playing on the new profile and clicked begin anew on the one where I’ve gotten the promise ending. Note here that I am worried that isn’t enough to actually do it properly. I’m worried about having to go through the battle and cutscene again but I have a feeling I may need to do that I’ll try that later today or tomorrow perhaps.

Played through the first floor of the aeon facility and the Penrose and once again got the radio module. This time I thought I had been a big smart girl but it didn’t come up with anything.

Something that’s bugged me since the start is that arianes radio is tuned to a frequency I can’t seem to access. The big number says “14. 195.000” and there’s a smaller number on the bottom “142.000”.

I thought that u had a very big brain moment and went into the Mensa room (which had the key labeled with a 14) and tuned my radio to 195.000. To my dismay this turned out only static. However I did a more thorough sweep of the stations in the Mensa room after this failure.

I have found 4 separate stations all reading out numbers and one that seems to be reading out a small phrase as well.

200.00: an achtung message. This is the most garbled of the bunch I could barely make out a majority of the numbers listed. 7 of the same tone in a row can be heard at the end/beginning of the message and then a small song plays

128.400: a short jingle followed by a string of numbers. An achtung followed by a string of numbers. Also incredibly hard to parse

100.900: seemingly the most clear frequency of the ones found on this floor. I was able to parse a few numbers but will need to listen to it again to actually get everything down. This station is the priority to dechiper as so far it’s the easiest to hear

96.500: this frequency can only be found in a small margin which is sus to me. A song plays and then a woman speaks like usual. I may have been mishearing but as far as I could tell this station held not only a string of numbers but a phrase before them as well.

In regard to all of these they are a bit harder for me in general simply because I am very new to the German numbers. I have trouble distinguishing between some of them and it doesn’t help that the audio is so low quality. I am going to be editing the screen recording I took so I can isolate these and send them to my friend who knows German with hopes that they can tell me the numbers.

Once again I am worried I’m missing something but oh well. This feels like a start but also it was quite discouraging that my testing the 195 in Mensa theory was incorrect. As stated this is going to be a daunting task bluh

#signalis spoilers #rotcunt stuff #key quest

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eris-snow · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐮𝐧, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Tags: Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader

You've come to appreciate the little things: His nickname for you that never changes, no matter how many times you're edited out of his mind. It's something small, but you take what you can get.

I love the nickname Starlight more than I let on. It may sound a little exaggerated, but I hope you never stop calling me that.

Izuku looks at his phone screen where a Post-it note is stuck and rereads your message over and over again. By the 3rd time, his face was as red as Eijiro’s hair.

Relief sets into his bones when he sees that your messages are no longer filled with cryptic words that he has to read between the lines. That means you’re feeling better, right?

That knowledge puts him in a good mood for the whole morning, a contented smile fixed on his face as his sunny aura makes the people in his perimeter smile too.

Ochaco is the one who greets him first.

“Good morning, Deku! What’s got you in a good mood?” She beams, shouldering her school bag as he joins her outside the dorms.

Izuku greets her with a smile. “Morning Uraraka.”

For some reason, he doesn’t want to explain his feelings whenever it comes to your game of Secrets with him. It feels too personal, something that only you did with him. A selfish part of him wants to keep it that way.

“I had the best sleep in a long while.” He admits, scratching his head. It was a white lie.

His slumber had been dreamless that night, a rare occurrence that—

A thought flies over his head, making him stop short.

Why did he start calling you Starlight?

“Your note yesterday was sweet,” You say as you join his table for lunch. “I like your eyes too.”

Tenya drops his sandwich.

Ochaco blinks rapidly.

Shoto looks between the both of you, visibly confused. “Did I miss something?” He asks.

Izuku’s face flares red. “R-Really? U-Um…Thank you…” You cock your head, raising an eyebrow. What’s with everyone today?

Tenya gives him a disapproving stare, which makes him stuff a spoonful of katsudon in his face as the spectacles wearer gestures in the least discreet way possible at Ochaco.

Your brain, which was currently operating at the pace of a decade-old printer, finally catches up to speed.

There was no other way to put it, as you take in the hunger in her eyes and the formation of her blinding grin: Shit.

“What note?!” squeals Ochaco, sounding a little crazed as she grabs both of your hands tightly.

“Where is it? What did it say?” Her hands find your shoulders. “SHOW ME.”

You might as well stamp the word isomic on your head because you had the eyebags of a racoon. The nap in Katsuki’s room might have helped, but that isn’t going to make up for countless sleepless nights dating back to weeks ago. With that little sleep to rely on, it isn’t exactly easy to shake Ochaco off you.

“Uraraka, I think you’re killing her,” Shoto comments idly while he slurps up another spoonful of soba.

“Ochaco, the notes are private,” you insist, gently prying her hands off your shoulder blades. “I’m not gonna show you.”

Accepting Izuku’s grateful smile, you sit down with them and ignore Ochaco’s pout. Izuku’s sparkling green eyes drop down to your tray, and almost immediately, his smile turns upside down. “That’s all you’re having? I thought you’d be starving after class.”

“Not hungry,” You grouch, taking a bite from an apple. “I’m going to the gym to exercise anyway. I’ll vomit if I have a whole meal.”

“Still, that’s not enough!” Izuku protests, scooting closer to you. He pushes his bowl in your direction. “Share with me. You need the energy.”

“Consider this payback from me sharing my meal with you on Sunday,” You sigh, taking a scoop of his rice and putting it in your mouth. “We’re even now.”

“Stop counting,” scolds Izuku, completely unaware of the three onlookers staring at the both of them. “We’re still on for the study session tomorrow, right? I need to get my History notes done before our test, but I have 3 hours of training with All Might and Kacchan—”

“Yes, we’re still on,” You interrupt, nudging him to get him to stop prattling. “Now you eat some too, it’s your food, Zuku!”

“You need to sleep more too,” Izuku rambles on, descending into another round of worried mutterings, “I can’t stand to see you not taking care of yourself—mph!”

You shove the spoon in his mouth while staring at him triumphantly. Looking beyond pleased at yourself for shutting him up, you gaze accusingly at him. “Pot, meet kettle! If sleep at 11, you’ll sleep at 1!”

Izuku rips the spoon out of his mouth, arms flailing in wild gestures. “And if I sleep at 1, you won’t sleep at all!”

“I feel like I’m in the way of something.” Shoto stares down at his soba, and takes another spoonful of it. “Should we leave?”

“You can leave, I want to stay,” Ochaco says dismissively, eyes fixated on the two. Their argument had been traded off for a conversation topic about meet-up plans, so they had obviously missed something. “They were definitely closer than last year. It’s a shame that…well…you know,” The 3 of them share a look.

Biting the bullet, Tenya voices it softly. “That he’s going to forget?”

The trio’s gaze shifts back to the pair.

“She’ll get through it, though. She did last year.” Shoto pipes up.

Ochaco doesn’t know if you notice, but even though she knows that you’re hurting inside, that you’re counting down the days until the 15th like someone counting down the days left to live, your face doesn’t show a trace of that pain.

Your smile is genuine, your laughs are heartfelt and contagious. Whenever you’re with Izuku, your face lights up like a Christmas Tree, contentment and happiness surging into all of your expressions.

Ochaco’s heart swells with sympathy as she nods her head in agreement.

“She will.”

1 Year ago

“Tell the class?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “But—”

“Starlight, hear me out.” Katsuki powered through. “Deku’s birthday is coming up again and there’s going to be no other way to explain why he would wake up one morning and not remember you. You’ve already decided that you don’t want him to know, right? One of the idiots is going to slip up or ask him about you and you know it.”

Swallowing back your words of denial, you forced yourself not to wince. He had a point, after all.

“I-” Katsuki placed a hand on your shoulder, features softening. “I can get Kirishima to round up everyone so that we can tell them. I’ll be there to help and everything. Ask Uraraka to get the nerd squad away from the living room so we can talk freely. If you want to pretend like everything’s fine, we need to make sure that everyone is in on it.”

Silence enveloped the two of you for a few seconds as crimson eyes stared at you intensely.

“I’ll tell the teachers for safe measure,” You agreed, fingers wrung and twisted around each other. “We don’t have to tell them about Zuku’s birthday, right? Just the quirk?”

Katsuki nodded, rubbing your back. “I’ll get Kirishima to gather everyone up tomorrow evening. The sooner we meet up, the sooner we get it over with.”

Present

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Izuku says suddenly on your way back to the dorms. The sun was setting, the orange sky lighting your way back. “I started calling you Starlight because you reminded me of One For All.”

Oh? This was new.

Eyebrows knitted together, you prompt him to continue. “You’ve always been so warm and bright. And then the nickname Starlight came to mind instantly, and I don’t know. It just felt right.” He smiles at you. “It really suits you!”

You smile back at him, nudging him. “Thanks, Zuku.”

“What about me?” He asks curiously. “How’d you start calling me Zuku?”

“Mnn…” You look up thoughtfully, trying to find middle ground. You don’t want to lie to the One For All wielder, but you also can’t tell him the truth.

A memory consumes you, one you look back on it fondly. Your nicknames for each other are one of the things that never changed.

11 years ago

It was that park again. The one with All Might-themed colours that symbolised the hero’s growing popularity.

It was getting late, evening drawing near. Your mothers were on the way back from their meet-up spot in the cafe, and a five-year-old Katsuki had been tasked to take care of the three of you.

Izuku had fallen inside the sandbox where Katsuki was building a gigantic sandcastle to prove he could make better sandcastles than both of you combined when you had posted the question.

“Izuku, why do you call him Kacchan?”

Before Izuku could respond, Katsuki interrupted with his signature loud voice. “Because Deku’s a stupid loser that can’t speak properly,” He said almost braggingly, sneering like a viper who’d caught its prey. You frowned at him, helping Izuku up, “That’s mean, Kacchan,”

“Why are you calling me that now?!”

“Because it’s cute! I like it,” You smiled gleefully. Katsuki snarled again, but he doesn’t protest.

“Sorry, I knocked down our sandcastle.” Izuku stared at the lump of sand, half of the castle intact, and the other half destroyed.

“It’s fine,” You assured him, a frown etching on your face. “But I don’t wanna call you Deku.”

A light bulb lit up in your brain, and it made you clap your hands together. “I’ll call you Zuku!” You announced, pleased with yourself. “It’s shorter, and it’s nice! Unlike someone.” You glared pointedly at Katsuki, who simply threw you a writhing scowl as he stood up and dusted his hands. “I won!” He smiled proudly, admiring his work. “Take that, nerds!”

“Kacchan’s amazing.” Izuku agreed, before he makes eye contact with you. “I like the nickname. Thanks, uh…” He glanced around, eyes flickering from item to item. None of them felt right-there aren’t a lot of awe-inspiring nicknames in a playground-until he finally stared back at you.

The sun was setting and the stars had come out earlier than usual. “Starlight!” He blurted, pointing out to the shining dots in the sky. It was the biggest one he could see, and it made him grin broadly. “How’s Starlight as a nickname? Do you like it?”

Giggling happily, you nodded your head vigorously and take Izuku’s hand. “I like it a lot! Thanks, Zuku!”

Katsuki stepped out of the sandbox and brushed the sand off his shorts, scowl taking up most of his face, “You guys are lame!” He shouted, eyes narrowing on Izuku. He pointed an accusatory finger at Izuku, who tilted his head in response. “How’d you even come up with that, anyway?”

“I mean, I think Kacchan and Y/n are amazing! Kacchan’s good at everything and Starlight is both street and book-smart, so everyone finds both of you super cool! Kacchan reminds me of the Sun and Starlight reminds me of the stars! I mean, look at you two!” He explained enthusiastically, waving his hands at the both of you. “You both shine!”

Katsuki blinked rapidly, while you process his words in silence.

“Hah?!” Katsuki exploded. “You think I’m like the Sun? Are you saying I’m hot-headed or scalding or—”

“IT WAS A COMPLIMENT, KACCHAN!” You hollered, defending Izuku. “Take it!”

Kacchan was like the Sun, someone that made his presence known and a blazing force to be reckoned with. Izuku looked up to him in more ways than one.

You were like the stars. You didn’t think you were as amazing as people, so you always turned a blind eye to everyone who’d said so. After all, when you were living near to Katsuki, it would always be him who was the talk of the town.

Still, Izuku doesn’t think you know how capable or awesome you are. He doesn’t think you realise that, while Kacchan might be too blinding for some people to look at, you are just as beautiful, and easy to look at, as the countless stars in the sky.

Present

“Starlight?”

Izuku shakes you a little, making you snap out of it just in time to see a lamp post mere inches away from your face. Quickly, he pulls you away just in time, worry prominent on his face. “Are you okay? What happened?”

You shake your head and laugh sheepishly. “Sorry, spaced out for a second. Your question brought back memories.”

“Uh…O-kay…?” He raises an eyebrow as a prompt before he repeats, “Why do you call me Zuku?”

Are those-are those tears in your eyes? He blinks again, and finds them gone.

Weird.

Instead of answering, though, you press a finger to your lips and smile mysteriously.

“It’s a secret.”

I don’t like Kacchan calling you Shortie. Kacchan’s amazing and all, but he shouldn’t make fun of your height. P.s. I like the nickname Zuku, too! You don’t have to tell me why you started calling me that, I’m just glad you do. I can’t imagine you calling me anything else.

You find the Post-it note staring back at you on the washing machine. Somehow, Izuku timed it such that when he stepped out of the laundry room, you would be the first one who walked in. Huffing, you stuff the note into your pocket and pull out your unwashed clothes, stuffing them swiftly into the machine.

You don’t want to tell Izuku that the whole reason why Katsuki had started calling you Shortie was to make sure he never figured out that you were his childhood friend. You didn’t want to tell him why you called him Zuku because you didn’t want to lie to him.

You don’t have to imagine yourself calling him otherwise because, in less than 2 weeks, you’ll be back to calling him Midoriya, for the 7th time to match his 7th cycle. It’s not going to hurt physically, but mentally it threatens to break you because, once upon a time, you never thought you had to act like a stranger to the person you love the most.

#mha #mha fanfiction #deku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #midoriya x y/n #Deku's birthday series 2023

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callsign-daydream · 1 year ago

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Head in the Clouds, Eyes to the Sun - Chapter 5 - Ready

Chapter Summary: Hallie's got her answers, or so she thinks. Time for the moment of truth. (Missed Part 4? Read it here)

Warnings/Content: Starred-out swearing, general Navy/military inaccuracies, vague Hangman x OC

Word Count: 931

A/N: I finally continued Hallie's story! I've been working on my original fiction novel and finally finished draft 2, so now that I'm in the editing phase I may be writing more TGM oneshots and things as a break from editing. It's hurting my brain. This is a short one, ft. some Hangman fluff. Enjoy!

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Chapter 5: Ready ---

Hallie settled into a routine. After morning briefings, she’d settle in with Hondo, eyes on the sky, ear to the radio, notebook in hand. As the Daggers flew through whatever Maverick’s latest brainchild of training was, she’d take all the notes she could with input from Hondo. Evenings consisted of staying home and filling out her test. Hangman showed up with increasing frequency to help, food in hand as promised. Occasionally, they’d end the night with a TV show binge, but Hallie tried to keep that as an exception and not the rule.

A few weeks later, Hallie finished her final answer.

“That it?” Jake peeked over her shoulder.

She stared at the paper. “Yeah. I think so.”

Jake returned to cleaning up the kitchen. “This is it, Hal. You turn this in tomorrow, and you’ll be back in the clouds.”

She wasn’t so sure. Her stomach was churning worse than when she’d crashed into the Mediterranean and been left bobbing on a wing for an hour. Her mind wandered to that day until Jake interrupted, pulling his chair to her side.

“Hey. Hal. What’s up?”

She met his gaze and decided to fess up. “These could be wrong.”

“They can’t be. I helped you.”

Hallie rolled her eyes. Leave it to Hangman to boost his own ego while giving a pep talk.

He grabbed her shoulders, face set and serious this time. “And you worked hard for this. I’ve seen you with your ear glued to that radio. You’ve dissected our habits. ****, even more than we could.”

She wasn’t sure what to say to that. Her lack of reply prompted him to grab the papers and put them in her hands.

“You’re gonna march into Mav’s office tomorrow, throw this on his desk, and tell him to put you in the air. Got it?”

She nodded.

He stood with a smirk. “And then you’re coming to the Hard Deck for us to celebrate.”

“Only if you actually sing to Roo’s music with us.”

“You know I don’t do that.”

“For me?”

“You wish, Dreamgirl.”

A few minutes later, Hangman was at the door, about to step out. Hallie shivered. Lately, the California temperatures had been plummeting at night. Jake turned to go, but she called him one last time.

“By the way, I don’t think you always leave people hanging. Not anymore.”

“Just eighty percent of the time?”

Hallie laughed with another shiver. “No. You’re just creative. You paint a solution up there and forget to communicate it with your wingman, but it’s never on purpose.”

He said nothing for a minute, only cocked his head in thought. She was about to ask if he was alright when she sneezed.

“You better get inside, Dreamgirl.”

She sneezed again and nodded, but not before she heard him one last time.

“And…thanks.”

--- The next day, Hallie sat in Maverick’s office chewing her lip. Her nerves had been brewing all day like the base coffee pot. The squad had cheered her on before entering, and she knew her phone had to be overheating from notifications in her locker, but their support didn’t change the tornado in her stomach. She hadn’t felt this way since her first time flying an F-35.

Her entire career hung on the man sitting in front of her.

She’d accidentally bit the inside of her cheek and was tasting blood when Maverick looked up.

“Nice work, Daydream. I’m looking forward to seeing you fly for real.”

That was unexpected.

“For real, sir?”

“Why do you think I made you do that run with Hangman?”

“To punish me for sneaking in and trying to steal a plane?”

Maverick laughed and shook his head. “I’d be a real hypocrite if I did that.”

Hallie wondered if her father had been like this. She’d heard some of his stories, but knew he’d held some back to avoid encouraging her to be reckless. It was hard to imagine him being quite as bad as Maverick though, considering what she’d witnessed when he flew against the Daggers.

He finally leaned forward, arms on the table, mirth gone.

“This squadron runs hard assignment, Hallie. My goal is to have you come home every time, no matter what. Part of that is taking care of you all when your feet are on the ground. Not just on the clouds.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I want my pilots to have breaks, physically and mentally. You’re all humans first and pilots second.” He looked off, seemingly at a picture on the shelf. “I want you all to learn that sooner than I did. Your father knew it well.”

Hallie sat up straight. “I didn’t know you flew with him.”

“Just a few missions. He was a good man, with a good family.”

Hallie smiled, and blinked as hard as she could to keep herself from tearing up. It didn’t work. Mav handed her a tissue, then cleared his throat.

“Your job won’t be small, Daydream. I need you to be able to fill in the gap when someone needs time off or is already assigned. Or when the Navy finally cracks down and grounds me. I want you capable of flying with any other person on this squad at any time like you’ve been partners your whole lives. That’s how we’re making sure you all come home every **** time, no matter what suicide mission you’re sent on.”

It clicked for Hallie. The questions and detail. Hondo’s additional prodding. The Daggers weren’t about individual glory, even if that came along. They were a team.

“So,” Mav said, standing up. “Ready?”

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #top gun oc #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick oc #daydream writes #head in the clouds eyes to the sun #hallie daydream a jones #oc: hallie a jones #jake seresin x oc #top gun maverick fanfiction

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rocketturtle4 · 7 months ago

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9 People You'd Like To Get To Know Better

Tagged by @visualtaehyun @thegalwhorants and @ranchthoughts Thanks so much for the tag, sorry I am late life keeps being busy!

3 ships

The lack of specificity is tripping me up here, three ships I like... three ships I hate... three random ships? actor couples? character couples? cannon ships? non canon ships?

I also don't tend to ship much in general, I enjoy the canon relationships in front of me or enjoy the non-canon ships in fanfiction...

I am side tracked

Okay 3 Ships

errr

Nope can't do it, too broad MOVING ON,

(I lost my shit over these two today, does that count?)

(they're not like my current favs or anything, lots of good stuff going around right now, but I am a sucker for a good stare and this was a GREAT stare)

First ship

Again, define SHIP

(I may be too tired to do this my brain has been incredibly focused dealing with supervisor feedback on my 18000 word first chapter of my thesis for the last week and a half, honestly feeling kind of loopy)

Okay definition: first ship I read fanfic about.

Destiel! I read sooooo much fanfiction about these two, they are arguably a key part of my BL journey lol, even if I mostly started reading fanific of them after I mostly fell off the Supernatural Bandwagon. I actually rarely read fanfiction for shows I am actively engaged in, my engagement in the fanfic tends to happen more after the engagement with a show ends.

Last song

I'll check spotify hold on, I have had so many playlists on a loop while I've been editing so it really could be anything

Okay I am most of the way through "Death By A Thousand Cuts" by Taylor Swift in my Taylor Swift only playlist so that one.

Currently reading

Technically I am part way through the last of a long list of papers that came with my supervisor feedback

"Bryceson 2023, The contemporary distribution of grasses in Australia, A process of immigration, dispersal and shifting dominance"

Oh I have also nnneeeearrrrllly finished the HP fanfic "A Place Apart" even if I haven't actually read a word for a couple weeks and a new chapter of one of my favourite ongoing fics "A Beautiful and Terrible Thing" (also HP) got a new chapter so I am really excited to read that soon.

Last movie

Wish (the new disney one) I watched it with my parents last Friday, we often watch something together on Fridays and we all like Disney.

Currently craving

Sleep? not really I am not sleep deprived just brain dead. Just the weekend. I submit my chapter tomorrow and then I am turning my brain off for a bit.

I think I am out of oomf to tag anyone today. But I do love the game.

#rturts is wondering #tag game #fun!!

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lauronk · 7 months ago

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fic writery thing

thanks for the tag @ameerawrites ❣️i love doing this kind of thing instead of editing a fic so you have something to read hehehehe

How many works do you have on ao3? 26!

what's your total ao3 word count? 529, 046! (keep an eye out for this to jump by about 25k in the next few hours)

what fandoms do you write for? the last of us!

what are your top five fics by kudos? streetlights pointed in an arrowhead if the timing is right i'll turn back the clock all our memories, they're haunted on the road again (there i go) come tomorrow this will all be in our past

do you respond to comments? no 😅 i will if it's a question, but generally responding gives me anxiety so i don't. but please know, if you have ever left a comment, it has made me giggle and blush at my phone and i always appreciate them

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i am tormented (lovingly, i think) by my friends on an almost daily basis for having the gall to kill characters. so it would be either i swear i'll never be happy again or there's nothing surgery can do.

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i wanna say streetlights, but a bunch of them could also work because contrary to popular belief (cough @stillboldlygoing cough) i don't ALWAYS kill characters and the stories do usually end happily lol

do you get hate on fics? please refer to question 6 re: being roasted

do you write smut? if so what kind? i do not! i love to read it though

do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written? i don't! i wouldn't even know where to start with one

have you ever had a fic stolen? i better not have 🔪

have you ever had a fic translated? many moons ago i had a harry potter fic translated into portuguese. although i don't think they ever finished it.

have you ever co-written a fic before? not yet 👀

what's your all time favorite ship? romantic? elizabeth and darcy from pride & prejudice - we love a man who takes feedback platonic? joel & ellie all day every day

what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i am so stubbornly determined to finish all my WIPs that even if i gave up on one i would never admit to it

what are your writing strengths? i have a good vocabulary and my brain never seems to stop coming up with absurd ideas

what are your writing weaknesses? i am verbose as fuck. but also repetitive - i feel like i start to use the same phrases and words over and over, and the more i write the more i feel like i need to edit so that it doesn't all sound the same

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? don't just rely on google translate - if you're able, ask a native speak how they would say something so that you get a more authentic feel for the dialogue, you can include slang and informalities that google may not provide.

first fandom you wrote for? harry potter

favorite fic you've written? if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow OR dappled with flickers of light OR a real nightmare (completely aware)

i feel like several people have already done this so i won't bother tagging but feel free to do if you want and claim i tagged you!

#writer asks #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #fanfic writer #ao3 author #lauronk answers

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blurredcolour · 2 years ago

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一期一会 | ichi-go, ichi-e

Part Two Preview

[aka Bee apologizing on her knees for being a lying liar who lies]

So work has erupted into an intense and exhausting craziness that leaves me a hollow-eyed lump at the end of every day, so I am not making a ton of progress on the promised fics.

Also, as @elvisabutler and I frequently state, "I am just along for the ride" and my brain makes the choices for me. And it has chosen ichi-go, ichi-e. I may make more impressive progress over the weekends but, in the meantime...

Please enjoy a sneak peek at the beginning of Part Two. There may be further edits to this in the future, but I wanted to share something.

He was right beside you. A little over nine months had passed and now Austin Butler was sitting next to you in the lace-covered back of a Tokyo taxi as your white-gloved driver handily navigated through traffic to your apartment.

The plan had been to meet him at Osaka airport tomorrow, but his schedule had unexpectedly cleared, and he’d jumped on the first plane to Tokyo. The receptionist had burst into the conference room, where you had been working on planning an upcoming conference with Yuka, with the bluster and flurry of a hurricane to announce loudly that you had a visitor.

You had followed her hurried steps back to the lobby and gasped almost comically to see the tanned, blonde boy who, for you at least, existed mostly inside your phone. He was standing there, eyeing you intently, dressed casually in jeans, a t-shirt, and a well-worn leather jacket.

“Austin?” You breathed in shock, and he beamed at you brightly.

“Surprise?” He chewed on his lip, seeming suddenly nervous as he shuffled his feet a little.

Once the shock had passed, your face broke out into a grin, and you hastily asked the receptionist to let Yuka know you would be back shortly. Once she fled back to share the news, and surely gossip a little, you stepped forward to hug him gently.

“How did you…this is…amazing” You shook your head, settling against him softly, into his heady scent, as his long arms wrapped around you tightly, squeezing.

“I couldn’t wait…” He murmured sheepishly against the top of your head, and you chuckled softly, tensing as you heard someone coming up the stairs and stepped back quickly.

“I uhm…I’m done in two hours. Did you want to go back to my apartment or…leave your luggage here and wander?” You tugged at your suit jacket feeling suddenly a bit shy.

“Of course, don’t worry about me I’ll explore.” He nodded. “So, five o’clock?” He glanced at his watch and frowned. “Need to change that from LA time…” He muttered and you smiled softly.

“Exactly. Let me take your things.” You nodded and took the majority of his luggage, leaving him with his wallet, phone, and camera. “If you head a few blocks that way…” You gestured for him. “You’ll find Shibuya. Lots of shopping.” You glanced up at him and swallowed thickly at how truly gorgeous he was.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as his fingertips traced along your cheek. “It’s so lovely to see you in person…I will see you at five.” He tapped your nose affectionately and you laughed softly, watching him turn to head back out into the bustling street. Needless to say, it had been difficult to focus for the remaining few hours of the day.

#bee's buzz #bee is slow #bee is sorry #austin butler x reader #austin butler #ichigo ichie fic #blurredcolour

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sparkpelt111 · 2 years ago

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Quest for Santa Perla

Soooooooo, I had to write a short story for one of my classes and my brain was like, what if you tell your own tale about that one statue in Pix's empire, then was like, hey, why don't you post it, and now we're here. Just to let you know, this has been edited from the original draft used for school and will probably have grammar/spelling mistakes. Yes, I know this isn't canon, or very accurate for that matter. I just wrote it. So, uh, enjoy?

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They had all told me it was impossible, that She was only a legend. The Tomb of Santa Perla never existed. If only they could see me now.

I was studying my maps after a long day of trekking through the Northern Savannah, which history claims used to be a bountiful land of great fields of wheat. Rows of a multitude of crops used to thrive here, but something happened and all that has turned to dust. Legend says the land died with its grandest queen, who, after death, became a goddess of, well, everything it seems. Some say She’s the goddess of the crops, some say She’s the goddess of sunflowers, some that She’s the goddess of life itself. Yet others say She represents death, or the light after death. I've even heard someone claim She's the Goddess of Battle. No one can know for sure.

I was out here trying to find Her tomb, which could hold the answers we’ve been looking for. My guide was named Sausage, a deeply devoted follower of Saint Perla, despite Her not being worshiped for hundreds of years. He knew the stories of Her better than everyone, and knew the Savannah better than anyone I knew. Using his information, with cross references from books, I had marked out a general location of where She could be, if She existed, that is. But a find like this would cement my name in history as one of the greatest archeologists ever recorded, so I had to keep going.

I had immersed myself in my books, trying to scavenge for a bit more information, when I came across a jewel of information I had not noticed before. It noted that Her tomb was placed under a grand statue of Her made from gold and clay.

“Sausage, can you come over here for a minute?” I called out from inside the tent.

The door flap opened and I saw the friendly face of my guide.

“What’s up Pix?”

“I need to know something. Do you know anything about a giant statue out here?”

He looked thoughtful for a minute, stroking his short beard.

“Some people claim to see a strange rock formation in about the same direction we’re headed. It might be the remains of a statue, but I’ve never seen it, so I can’t confirm.”

“Thank you for telling me. I found something that says it might be the marker of Her tomb.”

He nodded and said, “Okay, tomorrow we’ll keep going in that direction. Night”

“G’night.”

…

As we crested the hill, a bright glimmer caught my eye. I pulled out my spy glass and peered through. It was a rock formation with a slightly green hue, with veins of what appeared to be gold. My heart leapt with joy as I handed it to Sausage.

He gasped and said, “Santa Perla! We’ve found Her!”

We ran down to the remains of the statue. I held up a rough sketch I had found on a previous excavation for Santa Perla and compared it to the rubble. The green in the rocks, though faded, matched the hue of Her dress, remnants of what may have been a crown was laced with gold and faded patches of yellow clay that matched her crown of sunflowers.

We circled what was left of the pedestal, looking for maybe an entrance, or a sealed opening. We found a rusty plaque in some forgotten language probably explaining the statue, but I, unfortunately, couldn't translate it on the short timeline we had. That’s when Sausage had the brilliant idea of removing the plaque. We pried it off and found a musty tunnel. I lit one of my torches and we entered.

We traveled for a bit before coming across a large cavern. Inside was a large mural of the goddess, painted with Her sunflowers, wheat, and, strangely, a large, wolf-like dog. I pulled out my sketchbook and quickly sketched it.

“Over here,” said Sausage in a reverent whisper.

I walked to him and saw a marble tomb, on the lid an engraving of the queen bearing Her sword and a bit of grain in Her arms. I gave the lid a strong push and moved it away. In it there was, nothing. Wait, there was something there. A book. I picked it up and was amazed to see there wasn’t even a flake of dust. Nothing had decomposed in this tomb, that I could tell.

I opened the book and saw it was full of drawings and stories, from times past that Santa Perla herself had written involving all the other empires and their rulers during her time.

“The answers you seek are in there,” came a woman’s voice behind us.

John and I spun around, and I accidentally dropped the torch, but its light was not needed.

A tall, majestic woman stood before us, dressed in green and sunflowers. Light like the sun radiated from her, her hair flowing without a wind, a mighty sword at her side.

John instantly dropped to his knees, whispering things I suspect were praises under his breath.

“Your, your Her? Aren’t you?” I asked, taking this being in as well as I could. After all, seeing a goddess is hard to comprehend.

The being nodded. “I am indeed Queen Pearl of Gilded Helianthia. I was burnt to death after the Rapture, where many of my fellow rulers also died or disappeared. Unlike most of them, I was allowed to ascend to godhood. After my death, my kingdom withered away, the ground losing its nutrients, the water disappearing, leaving the land you’ve seen. In that book, any answers you may need may be found.”

After this, She faded away, leaving Sausage and I in silence.

…

“Friends, enemies. Believers or not. I have indeed found the Tomb of Santa Perla. In it, I found a book written by Her own hand, detailing stories, legends, and history unknown to us for centuries. The goddess visited my friend and I, telling us all that we needed to know then. Now, you may be wanting me to tell you where She is, but a place as sacred as that should not be known to man. I, and my friend and guide, John, will take this knowledge to the grave. Call me a liar, a fool, whatever. A place like that should be kept hidden from mankind, for fear of disrupting the sacredness it holds.”

Welp, there you go. Hope you enjoyed. Please leave feedback in comments if you have any. Have a good rest of your day/night!

#empires smp #empires season 2 #pearlescentmoon #Pix #mythicalsausage #original fiction

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ohbaby-obaeme · 2 years ago

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ungodly screeching- part 2

hello hello!! i have returned with the younger bros version. i hope you enjoy, and if you did, please drop a follow and a reblog! (psst if you can't tell from satan's section, im a huge kpop stan and my inbox and dms are always open to chat)

Satan:

he wasn’t sleeping either, absorbed in the newest edition of Nightlock Sholmes’ mysteries. He was just getting to the end of Nightlock’s monologue on his deductions of the tea museum and was about to declare the culprit responsible for killing the museum’s head teamaker, when suddenly- “AUUUAAAHHH YEAH YEAH EYAH YEAH”

his head turned to the source of the abrupt noise, pupils alarmed, then irate when he realized that no, these weren’t screams of fear (he’s heard enough in his lifetime to differentiate, seeing as he’s caused all of them), but screams of…. something? something that definitely wasn’t fear, and therefore something that wouldn’t have any excuse to be so loud.

a rage that he was well supplied with rose to his throat, burning his veins and making his skin crawl with irritation. without even needing to look at the clock buried behind the tower of books on his nightstand, he knew it was way too late for anyone to make him deal with this.

after a few seconds of breathing in through his nose, he sprung up from his armchair, Nightlock Sholmes abandoned for the time being; the teamaker’s killer given a few more minutes before their inevitable unmasking. every step was a feat, an immense effort to contain the wrath clawing its way out of his chest. but satan was nothing if not a master of control, and so he managed to make his way over to your room, teeth clenched together as he all but knocks holes into your door.

from the inside, he could hear the screaming stop, the music shut off, and your heart rate rising. you’re scared. you should be.

the door cracks open a sliver, and your eye peeks through. the sliver widens when you realize it isn’t lucifer or asmo (he could be worse than satan when his beauty sleep was interrupted) and you let out a breath. as if he wasn’t the literal avatar of wrath, most feared by the denizens of hell for his temper and violent outbursts, you flash him the most adorable smile and ask “what’s up tantan?”

satan’s…confused. on one hand, he feels vaguely insulted that you aren’t scared to find him fully pissed off at your door in the middle of the night. on the other, it melts his fiery little heart to see you flash him that smile; to not be scared of him no matter how he may appear; to know that you put that much trust in him, enough to know that even if he was angry, he would never harm you. he chooses to focus on the other hand.

a huff escapes his lips. “what are you doing?” is all he’s allowed to ask before you pull him into your room.

“have i told you yet about bts? i don’t think i have. it’s been a while since i’ve listened to human world music, what with all the student council work and using my ddd and never my phone, but!! i was just about to go to sleep today when a human song got stuck in my head, and i needed to, like needed to listen to it again!! and so i did, and then i saw another song that i recognized and another and another and soon enough i was falling down the kpop rabbithole all over again!! im sorry if i woke you but now that you’re here, wanna listen to serendipity? it’s so your style- OH WAIT STILL WITH YOU!!! THAT ONE’S GREAT LET’S-”

he’s definitely lost, but as he lies on your bed, shoulder to shoulder with you humming along next to him, he thinks maybe this isn’t so bad. maybe Nightlock Sholmes can wait for tomorrow. for now, as he stares at you smiling over the rain sounds, slowly moving to the song’s melody, he thinks “yeah. this definitely isn’t so bad.”

Asmodeus:

he was having such a pleasant dream. there was a zombie apocalypse, but instead of zombies, it was him. an asmo apocalypse. no one bit each other and there was no gross bleeding or spilling of brains, just beauty all around. a myriad of breathtaking people, all looking into mirrors or each others’ eyes and sighing dreamily, enamoured smiles on each set of lips.

the smile on his sleepy lips was, however, rudely interrupted by your shrieking. like a banshee.

the asmos in his dream suddenly explode one by one, each opening their mouth and your voice filtering through. he runs to them to try and save them, but it is always too late. all that is left when he comes to is slight tinnitus and your annoying voice still going.

he feels himself sour faster than yogurt mixed with lime juice. you wanted to die today, hm? well, he’s nice enough to make your wish come true!

fuming all the way to your door, he knocks 3 times forcefully. honestly, what were you even doing up? it was 3:23 in the morning! he knows because he wanted to pronounce a time of death when he wrangled your throat like a wet rag. you don’t mess with asmo’s beauty sleep and get off easy. didn’t you know that around midnight was the time when your skin cells were repaired? it’s bad enough that you’d be doing this to yourself, don’t do it to him!

you, of course, don’t notice his knocking, swaying instead to the song playing in your headphones. eventually, his patience runs out, and the aura of rage he emits forces the door open all on its own. feeling a searing glare on the back of your neck, you turn and almost scream yourself into a heart attack.

there he stood, the jewel of the heavens, asmodeus, the avatar of lust (and self-proclaimed beauty) himself, in a fluffy white robe with the most murderous look you’d seen on anyone. yes, even more murderous than on satan and lucifer. the mask he’d put on before bed was all dry now but still stuck to his face like a second skin, pronouncing his eye bags and a slight bump on his forehead. shit. if he’d gotten a pimple because of you, you might as well have smacked lucifer’s butt and called him cute, because you were about to d i e.

but you weren’t MC for nothing. quick thinking was your forte, your key to survival down here.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH- ah, hey asmo! you must’ve been pretty surprised to hear me singing now, huh? well i gotta tell ya- it’s all because of you!”

he stayed silent but cocked his head the tiniest bit to the side- a sign that he was listening.

“yeah! so- i wanted to listen to something really nice before i went to bed, and i thought, ‘hey! why not listen to pomade?’ since it’s so so good, and your vocals make you sound like an angel, and the beat is so catchy, and the entire thing just makes me feel like you’re right next to me-”

his aura had more or less vanished now, a fond smile on his lips once again

“and yeah, that’s how it started out hehe. but before i could stop it, another song autoplayed after yours and another after that, and since your song put me in such a good mood, i guess i kept on going. i’ll stop now-”

he rushed towards you and swooped you into his arms. “oh MC, you are such a darling! of course you love my song, it’s the best, isn’t it? it just makes you want to dance, doesn’t it? ne, how would you like to hear a live version right now? i’m so perfect i can sing even though i just woke up! don’t you think that just adds to my already overflowing beauty?”

you’re trapped in his arms, so you can do nothing but nod as he rambles on. well, you suppose it is a fair price to pay for waking him up and not facing the fury of the scorpion.

really, you’re just thanking his father that he hadn’t noticed the (quite big) pimple forming on his forehead yet. hopefully when he does, you could blame it on mammon or something.

Beel:

he was in the kitchen when your wailing began, stuffing Madame Scream’s special macaroons into his mouth while still asleep. yeah. ladies, gentlemen, and everyone outside and in between, you’ve heard of sleep-walking, you’ve heard of sleep-talking, but now, get ready forrrrr…. sleep-eating!

mans was literally dreaming about pastries while he was stuffing them in his mouth. the sheer capacity. terrifying tbh

now, your shrieking slowly opened his eyes, and he looked around blearily for a few seconds, trying to realize where he was, what he was doing, and even WHO he was. it was a deeeep sleep he was in.

when he did recollect all that though, and his slumber-fogged brain did register your yelling, he didn’t react. all he could think of was: “oh, MC’s awake.”

precious boy 🥺

never one to turn down your company, he gathers as much food from the fridge and cabinet as his muscled arms could carry, and began trudging down to your room, eyes still half-lidded.

a soft knock resounds from your door and when you turn your head to see who it is, you find a sleepy ginger-haired food thief peeking his head in, and smiling.

“Beel! what are you doing up?”

he suppresses a yawn. “Hi MC. i was sleep-eating i guess, when i heard you singing. can i stay in your room for a while?”

you nodded, watching as he settled into your bed, sitting at attention and ready to hear your ‘serenades’ again. the mountain of snacks he brought along threatens to spill from your bed, but they’re being devoured faster than you could tell him to be careful so, he’s got it you guess.

and what a weird assortment it is. “licorice dipped in mayo?” he asks, big doe eyes blinking at you. it almost makes you want to say yes. almost.

“no thanks beel.” you’re just about to start singing again when you realize. “hey, how’d you get into the fridge? i was in the kitchen earlier tonight when lucifer quadruple-padlocked it.”

he stares blankly at you for a second. “oh, i guess that’s where the hole in the kitchen wall came from.”

damn. you made a mental note to NEVER get between a hungry beel and his food.

Belphie:

he was not asleep, fortunately for you. even lucifer shies away from waking up belphie, always passing on the responsibility to beel. there’s a reason why lmao

you were spared from a repeat of lesson 16, rather being graced by a painfully awake cow staring at you through a crack in your door.

sometimes belphie experiences something close to the opposite of sleep debt, where the hours he’s actually supposed to be awake have accumulated and forbid him from sleeping. and so he begrudgingly walks the land of the living, though you can tell from his gait he’d much rather be asleep.

when this happens, he takes to roaming the halls like a ghost who died a mournful death. quietly sweeping across the halls, taking his time to observe any changes made to the house since the last time he’d been in awake-debt. he likes to gaze at the paintings, especially the cursed ones. they seem to take on a new shine in the darkest hours of the devildom, the serenity aided by the fact that not a single thing ever stirs. or so he thought

he supposes he hadn’t been in awake-debt since you came to the house. he’d been sleeping less and less, secretly putting off his sin to spend more time with you. and he decided that’s just what he was going to do now, where none of his brothers would disturb him.

you don’t notice that he’s in your room until he’s standing a literal inch away from your dancing body, until you feel the huff of his breath on the side of your neck when he asks “what are you doing?”

only 2 seconds of the blood-curling scream you let out makes its way around the walls before his hand clamps around your mouth.

“tsk, do you want to get caught by lucifer?” when you shake your head slowly, he smiles. “i’m going to take my hand off now. no more screaming, okay?” you nod, and he has to hold himself back from squishing your cheeks while he’s at it.

he lets you go only for you to spin around and glare at him. “asshole” you huff, hand on your chest to try and calm your still-racing heart. he proves his rightful claim on the title of ‘youngest’ when he has the audacity to laugh at you. he jumps onto your bed and makes himself at home, a shit-eating grin in response to your glare still burning holes through his skull.

“well? continue your awful singing, if you could even call it that” he swiftly dodges a pillow you threw at his head.

“asshole” you mutter under your breath, but clamber under the covers with him anyway. yeah, he may be a brat, but who made him one?

you

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obmswd #om shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me swd #obey me scenarios #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me belphie x reader #obey me boys

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