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xuxishortcake · 4 years

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ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ

John Mayer - Your body is a wonderland

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your boyfriend, Taeyong has been worn out due to working hard on his latest comeback & you just wanna appreciate him & tell him how much you love him <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : sub!idol Dom!reader smut , angst ? some pretty cute fluff : 3, cursing , cream pie, cunninilingus, handjob , blowjob , praising

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.7k

hey everyone! this is my first official ff, so pardon me if there's Grammer errors, spelling mistakes, etc. I got inspired to write this while listening to "your body is a wonderland." I just love the soft, morning sex feel of the song & wanted to turn it into a ff. I'm not sure if I'll be an active poster , but I did have fun while writing this & making up stories is a hobby of mine so we'll see. feedback is very appreciated, & enjoy!! :3

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it was a pleasant Sunday morning & you woke up a little earlier than usual to the sound of birds chirping. You rubbed your eyes to adjust to the light streaming through the semi transparent curtains. next to you, lay your peacefully asleep boyfriend, Taeyong. {damn,} you thought, {even while sleeping he's just breathtaking to look at. God really does have favorites huh.} it made you smile to see him look so tranquil.

the night before, he came in the apartment quite fatigued since he had been out all day, practicing for his group's newest comeback.

"hey bubu," you said as you stood up from the couch you were sat at. you walked over & you hugged him. "how was everything today? any new progress?"

"mmm, everything's going along well, just a little tired because the recording session was a bit hard. I'm just glad to be back home & hugging you." he said while putting his head in the crook of your neck.

"you seem tired, baby." you reply, moving your fingers through his hair "want me to make you some tea maybe?"

"yeah, that'd be great. I'm just gonna go lay down on the bed for a bit. " he smiled tiredly, putting his backpack & shoes next to the door.

you went into the kitchen to get a kettle onto the stove. once it started boiling, you poured it into two small mugs for the both of you, added the tea bags & stirred in some honey. you left for the bedroom & came in to see Tae curled up, fast asleep on the bed. you sighed, a bit sad & put down the cups onto the night stand next to the bed & sat down besides him. you glanced at the clock on top of the night stand, 9:55 PM. makes sense he was tired, he left pretty early in the morning. however, you wanted to talk to him at least for a little bit more since it felt like the two of you hadn't had a conversation or even really cuddled in so long for his job was keeping him very occupied. sure you both texted back & forth while you could, but it just didn't feel the same as actually being there together. it wasn't too long before his comeback would be present, but then again, he'd be busy with promotions. a bit crestfallen, you slipped out of your clothes, went to get washed & had gotten into bed.

back to the present, you were thinking of how nice it was just to be close to him & know you could finally have a day where you could both just enjoy each other's company. you knew you wanted to do some extra special caring for him. knowing how he's been so hard at work was a sign he's in need of some extra special lovin'. you felt like you hadn't been able to tell him how much you loved & appreciated him, & now, you felt like you could finally do it. you snuggled up closer to him, gently put your hand onto his face & started caressing him. Taeyong 's nose scrunched & his eyes fluttered open.

"good morning bubu. " you said, continually stroking his cheek with the tips of your fingers. "sleep well?"

taeyong smiled & stretched a bit. "yeah, I feel well rested. how about you?"

"same same. I'm just glad you don't have to go anywhere today. I've missed being able to be with you. "

"I'm sorry I fell asleep so quickly last night y/n. I just wanted to lie down since I felt so drowsy but I dozed off like an idiot & didn't get to talk to you while I had the chance. I feel so bad since I feel I've been terrible at spending time with you & actually being a boyfriend. " he looked down glumly.

"no, baby, it's fine. it's understandable since you've been going pretty hard lately, & we have all day today so : )" you assured him pressing a small kiss on his forehead.

you smiled & held his cheeks between your hands & kissed his lips ever so gently. he kissed back, & you started to kiss back a little bit harder. before you knew it, things were starting to get really heated. you had slid your tongue over his lips as an ask to come in, & he happily let you in. that cute little bubblegum tongue of his sure knew how to get you riled up, cause damn, was he a good kisser. tongues playing harmoniously while softly panting. you broke out of the deep kissing to kiss his cheek & then started to leave kisses all along his sharp jawline. you climbed on top of him & worked your way down his neck, leaving a plush trail of kisses with him sighing softly. your hands trailed down his stomach & onto his forming hard on. starting to slowly stroke his covered bulge, you now moved your lips to his nipple, giving a few light licks, giving you great joy to hear the sweet little whimpers that were coming out of his mouth. you started to work faster with your tongue & hand. you lightly dragged your tongue down his abdomen & hooked your fingers around the waistband of his boxers & pulled them off. his cock sprung up & slapped against his stomach. the tip was sore & red, glistening with precum, which made you lick your lips in anticipation. slowly, you started to stroke it,from the base & squeezing a bit once you came to the top. you began to pick up the pace, taking in your boyfriend's pretty flushed face, begging you to touch him more.

"fuck tae, your body is like a wonderland. you're so beautiful. "

he started blushing at the compliments, hand slightly against his mouth , & that just made you want to do more. you stopped stroking his length & he whined at the lack of friction, trying to buck his hips in the air. however, you had a firm grip on his left thigh & wouldn't let him. you moved further down his body, until your head was in between his thighs. you started leaving kisses & bites all along his inner thighs. reaching to his dick, you placed a quick kiss on the tip & started giving a few kitten licks.

"fuck y/n,you're such a tease. " taeyong panted out.

"I'm just trying to savor every moment of this baby ♡" you said smirking since you knew what you were doing to him.

finally, you took him whole & he groaned out loud. bobbing your head up & down, his tip sometimes reaching the back of your throat, making you moan & send out vibrations, which made him moan right back . chest heaving & eliciting pretty moans , his back was slightly arched & his hips were pushed up a bit, but you made sure he was held put. he practically melted by your hands, & it was amazing to feel you had this much power over him. you could tell he was reaching his limit, & you got off of him with a *pop*. you were about to position himself into your entrance when he grabbed your wrist.

"no....not yet. I want you to feel good too. please, sit on my face. "

"ok, I'll let you since you've been a pretty good boy." you say as you crawl up onto him. you lower yourself slowly above his face & he holds your thighs in place. he takes one long lick across your slit, savoring it as if it tastes like candy & starts eating you out like he'll never be able to do it again.

"you're so pretty, y/n" he says against you, nose deep into you.

"ah fuck, & you're so good at this tae." you say tugging onto his hair, trying tohold back moans.

the way he eats you out is unbearably good. his tongue, gliding along your vulva , up & down & making circle motions on your clit gets you feeling so high. you felt yourself coming to a reach, & taeyong could see it & started to go even faster. your thighs started to shake in the euphoric feeling & you held his hair as he continued lapping up your juices until you told him to stop. finally, you got down off of his face & positioned yourself. you lowered yourself down onto his firm cock. "ohhh" taeyong let out a deep groan, relieved he was finally getting attention on him again. you stretched your torso across to pin his hands above his head & slowly started to move, your hips going perpendicular. moving your head towards him, you went back in for more kissing. tongues entangling & beads of sweat falling down in between your foreheads. having a tight grip on both his hands, you started going at a quicker pace, drawing out more moans from tae.

"oh my god. I'm close, y/n." taeyong moaned out against your lips with his hands starting to tremble.

"ok baby. you can cum." you replied, increasing the movements of your hips & pushing your lips into a deeper kiss with his. you felt his thighs starting to quiver & his hips bucked up deeper into yours, warm cum spilling out from inside you. you both rode it out together until you started to pant. not moving anymore,you were still on him with a bit of cum dripping out of your pussy, creaminess covering his cock. you rose up & got some tissues to clean the both of you. after that, you laid down next to him. him turning to meet your face & his chest still rising.

"it doesn't matter how long we've been together, you still manage somehow to make my heart race with every breath you take." taeyong said, a bashful little smile creeping onto his face.

"well, you never fail to make me smile at your sappy commentary." you giggled, running your hands through his messy hair. "you're pretty cute too."

"I can't believe I get to date someone as angelic as you." he said, snuggling his head into your chest, arms wrapping around your waist.

"ha, you make my heart flutter, really. I'm so lucky to have you. " you cuddled him back, hands on the back of his head, gently caressing him.

"love you, y/n"

"love you too, yongie" you replied smiling, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

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daughterofthunder · 4 years

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like everything I do, I've been procrastinating to make this post but ngl I didn't see nearly as much chaotic academia this semester as I wanted to so i made a list of all the things that happened or I did that irradiate chaotic energy but make it academia:

• listening to Hozier and Lorde while reading Oresteia and eating chips in my bed

• completely ignoring what I had to study for my classic culture class to instead keep on reading some dictionary about greek mythology

• where the FUCK is my pen

• may or may have not read over 300 pages in 2 ish (more like started reading then fall asleep for the next 7 hours and woke up at 10 pm and then read) days.

• reading Aeneid ( just the parts that the teacher told us to) one day before the test

• WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HIGHLIGHTER?!?!!!

• studying on the floor and bed because the desk Is full of things that most definitely shouldn't be there

• ffs where is my highlighter

• having 4 highlighters and 2 of them ending but you like the color so you just keep. on. going. (proceeds to realize that mixing those two colours actually makes a pretty neat color)

• "does it count as blasphemy to ship Gods?"

• "I should make a pause I've already read for hours today, maybe I should read fanfic"

• "its 3 am and I think I know nothing yet I have an idea of everything, maybe I can bullshit my way through it" proceeds to have 15/20 on that test

• coffe coffee coffee coffee or tea tea tea tea or, if you are exquisite like ✨me✨, hot chocolate hot chocolate hot chocolate hot chocolate because you have a sweet tooth that's giving you literal cavities

• bed F U L L of random shit, including but not exclusively: ALL of my notebooks for classes, my computer, headphones, some random bag of potato chips, and a shit ton of plushies/pillows/edrodonts (idk how to write that word but the hot thing you cover yourself with that is also great to hug), all of my pens/pencils/highlighters of the past 3 years

• random stains on my notebooks/books

• pages E V E R Y W H E R E

• coffee way to late at night because you have no sense of self preservation

• telling people about your daily routine and getting very concerned looks (trying to get this one better tho, not cute or quirky just unhealthy tbh)

• being obsessed with random shit you learn in your classes (my most recent is greek mythology and the symbolism octavioan used to get in a position of power, yes Im currently studying this for a test)

• sweaters just stained with things you didn't even knew

• just..... ripped thighhighs because there's no way I can keep those not ripped

• using the same jacket because it's your favourite even if it doesn't fit the outfit at all

• sleeping on the floor/couch because the bed is full with random stuff

• messaging people like "ok so ik it's 3 am but..."

• hands write fast but brain thinks faster, missing letters and words

• same thing with passing my ideas into words, just.... a mess

• preferring to write over talking because at least there you don't have 8 different thoughts

• SIKE!!! but at least when writing you can write on the margins and let that thought be for a bit

• always running because I'm late, but never actually late

• leaves E V E R Y W H E R EM, between books, in my notebooks, in my wallet , in my phone case, on my floor, just everywhere

• mismatched everything: socks, shoelaces, earrings

• started reading duzens of books never actually finished any

• buying books impulsively (thrifted because books are expensive and I don't have the luxury to buy new books)

• ohhhh pretty clouds!!!

• I think this is more to lit students and humanities, but having pens, notebooks and post its wherever you go

• and on the same note, post its everywhere

• a little journal I have in my inside pocket of my jacket (THATS WHY ITS MY FAVOURITE!!!)

• inside of that pocket there's also pens, leaves, rocks, maybe a pencil and an eraser

well this is all!! for nowww

#chaotic academia #im sorry its such a mess #and completely unrelated but dont forget: eat the rich!!!#dark academia #maybe???#well whatever #hope yall have a good year!!!

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needy-dumbass · 4 years

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Three’s a Crowd

Parings: Kiribaku x Reader x Todoroki

Warnings: fluff, smut, language, face fucking, face sitting, double penetration, anal, praise kink

THIS IS SO FUCKING LONG (!3,588 WORDS!)

Hope you enjoy this. It took 7 hours to write and I stayed up all night to write it :’) Also the whole class is in their 3rd year.

Hope you enjoy M

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Earlier today after class, Mina darted up to you with the rest of the girls treading behind her.

“(y/n)! We’re gonna have a girls night in the commons room tonight, you’re coming, and you can’t refuse!” she brightly smiled at you and you almost had to shield your eyes from the bright goddess that was Mina.

“Of course I’m gonna come! I need some quality time with my girls either way.” she squealed in happiness at my answer and she tightly hugged me. After she let go we all waved at each other as we parted ways to go to our respective dorms.

“See you all tonight!” Ochako called out.

As I returned to my dorm, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a message from Bakugo in the groupchat I made for me, him, and Kirishima.

Bakuhoe at 3:47 pm

be at shitty hair’s room tonight

I rolled my eyes. So persistent.

Kiri at 3:47 pm

Don’t be so demanding Katsuki!

Sorry (y/n), he’s just a little pent up.

(y/n) at 3:48 pm

haha, it’s okay kiri! and it looks like you might have to have fun without me. mina invited me for a girls night in the commons area later, sorry. i love you guys <3

Kiri at 3:48 pm

That’s okay baby. Have fun tonight! I’ll take care of Katsuki. I love you too!

Bakuhoe at 3:48 pm

love you too

You smiled and set your phone down and decided to clean your dorm a little bit, since it’s been on the messy side for a few days. You turned on your bluetooth speakers and played some music to jam to whilst cleaning. After a little while, you looked at the clock after you finished reorganizing the top of your dresser. About three hours had passed since you started cleaning, so you decided to take a quick shower, then change into some comfortable clothes and throw your hair into a ponytail.

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You finally were ready and grabbed your favorite soft blanket and a pillow, and headed downstairs to the commons area. Almost all the girls were already there except Hagakure and Tsuyu. You flopped down on the couch next to Mina and draped your legs over her lap.

“Hey doll! How are you?” Mina asked.

“I’m doing good actually. I’m glad you decided to do this tonight. I honestly needed some quality girl time.” you smiled at her.

“Hey guys, sorry if we’re late!” You heard Tsuyu and looked over the arm of the couch and saw her and Hagakure walking over.

“You’re fine! We all haven’t been waiting long!” Jirou chimed.

“So, now that everyone is here, let’s talk real talk.” Mina said with a smirk on her face. “Girl talk.”

Everyone gathered on each of the couches and got comfy.

“Ok, so let’s talk about the boys.” Mina said. “Like, what they’re into and stuff like that. But Kirishima and Bakugo won’t be difficult since (y/n) already knows.” She looked towards me and wiggled her eyebrows, making you blush slightly.

“Aside from what I’d say about it, I think they’d appreciate if we kept our relationship to ourselves.” Mina made a noise of disappointment but respected your words.

You all conversed about each boy in the class, going through what you think they like and what they might be into, and then Todoroki was finally thrown into the mix.

“So wait, hear me out, but you know how Todoroki is half hot half cold, right?” You spoke out, and everyone looked at you quizzically. “Is it the same all the way down his body? Like, would his dick be half hot, half cold?” Everyone had a look of realization on their face.

“That’s...I’ve actually never thought of that.” Mina said. “Wow. Now I actually want to know.” She started laughing and everyone joined in. The rest of the night contained of a few rough pillow fights and more gossip, along with Momo offering to make everyone tea, talking a bit more, and then everyone retiring to their rooms.

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You decided to check up on Kirishima and Bakugo before you went back to your room, so you hurried over to the boys dorms and went upstairs to Kirishima’s room. You listened to make sure you weren’t going to interrupt anything, and without hearing anything, you opened the door to see both of them cuddled up under the blankets. You walked over to the bed and pressed a kiss on each of their foreheads. Whilst contemplating on whether or not to just stay the night in here, you felt a hand gently grab your wrist.

“Hey baby, what’re you doing here?” Kirishima whispered. You intertwined your fingers with his.

“We just got done with the girls night and I was about to go to bed but I wanted to check up on you guys first. And then I saw you guys all cuddled up and started debating on whether I should just climb in with you guys.” you laughed softly and he smiled at you. “Let me put some pants on and you can climb in with us.” Bakugo stirred awake and noticed you standing by the bed. He noticed Kirishima was putting pants on and decided he should do the same.

“Hey Katsuki, sorry if we woke you up.” you said to him softly. He waved it off and muttered that it was okay as he struggled to stand up to put his pants on. “Eiji~” you turned to your redheaded boyfriend. “What did you do to our baby? He can’t even stand to put his pants on.” you giggled, smirking, and looked towards Katsuki who just scowled and said he was fine, but you could see the slight blush on his face even in the dim light. You climbed onto the bed and slipped under the covers, both boyfriends shortly joining you. Bakugo spooned you from behind while Kirishima had one arm under both your’s and Katsuki’s heads, and his other arm draped over your side, all of your legs tangled together.

“So what did you guys do?” Kirishima asked in a soft voice.

“Oh, you know, the usual girl stuff; gossip, boys, stuff like that.”

“What were you talking about that had to do with boys?” Katuski’s voice was muffled due to his face being buried in your hair.

“Just stuff about what we thought the guys in our class would be into. Oh, and a funny but actually serious need-to-know-this-asap kinda question popped up into the conversation.” You chuckled a little at the thought of it.

“And what was that baby?” Kirishima smiled at the cute laughed that escaped your lips.

“Okay, so hear me out, and I wanna know your opinion on it too, but since Todoroki is half hot, half cold, would that rule apply all the way down?”

“The fuck?” Katsuki grumbled. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Like, you know, is everything half and half?” You switched the words a bit.

“Ohhhh...oh. I’m actually intrigued now.” Kirishima laughed. You joined him and Katsuki grumbled again.

“Why the fuck are you guys talking about half and half’s dick.”

“Because it’s a serious question Katsuki!” You continued laughing with Kirishima. Katsuki just mumbled incoherent words and buried his face in your hair again.

“Go to sleep, fuckin’ perverts.”

“Love you too, Bakuhoe.” You brought his hand up and kissed his knuckles. “Goodnight Kiri.”

“Goodnight baby.” He gave you a gentle and sweet kiss on the lips before nuzzling into your chest and all of you drifting to sleep.

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“Katsuki, all I’m saying is that we could try it out and it won’t ever happen again. I think (y/n) would like it a lot.” I quietly spoke to Katsuki about an idea I had a few days after (y/n) had asked me the question that everyone seemed to be asking. And after some contemplating, negotiating with Bakugo, and talking to Todoroki about it, we were going to surprise (y/n).

“Alright, listen up half and half,” Katsuki stood in front of Todoroki, arms crossed. “I don’t mind you fucking our girl, but there will be some ground rules. One, you’re using a fucking condom, and two, you can’t kiss her. Got it?”

“Got it.” Todoroki nodded his head.

“Don’t get any crazy ideas either.” Katsuki was in full-on protective mode. I think it’s cute whenever he gets like this, because usually I’m in the same mood to back him up if he needs it. We just want to look out for our baby girl. With that said, Katsuki left, heading towards my room.

“You didn’t have to agree to this man. If anything happens to (y/n) I think he might actually kill you.” I nervously laughed.

“(y/n)’s a friend, and I’d do anything to help a friend out.”

“Okay, just meet me outside my dorm room at 11:30 tonight.”

And with that, we parted ways and I made my way back to my dorm.

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You were lounging on Kirishima’s bed when Katsuki barged into the room, startling you.

“Katsuki, you scared me!” He walked hurriedly towards you and pushed you down on the bed. “What’re you-” He shoved his lips against yours. The kiss was rough, almost like he was angry. “Hmph-” you tried to push him off of you for a second and miraculously managed to do so. “Katsuki is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. You’re just so beautiful and I wanna fuck you.” He said in a low, husky voice, sending chills down your back. His lips pressed against your neck, leaving wet kisses down to your collar bone. You whimpered as his hands trailed down to the hem of your shirt; the feeling of his smooth hands running underneath your shirt made you squirm. He started to suck on your neck, causing small moans to bubble in your throat.

“Let me hear your moans, baby.” He whispered in your ear, making you whimper. He sat up, bringing you with him, and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up. You lifted your arms to let him take your shirt off, and immediately it was tossed across the room, forgotten. He dipped his head and started to leave hickeys on your chest, your hands finding their way to his hair.

“Katsuki~” You quietly moaned, and you felt his smirk against your skin. He lifted his head back up and kissed you roughly, laying you down. His hands reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, and it, too, was tossed somewhere in the room. His lips left yours and latched onto one of your breasts. You moaned a little louder but threw your arm over your mouth, not wanting to chance that anyone could hear you. As Katsuki worked on your breasts, the door opened and your head flew to the doorway, Katsuki doing the same. But when he saw it was just Kirishima, he immediately went back to his previous activity. Kirishima flushed a little, smirking at your position, and opted to join, but decided to sit back and watch. You suddenly felt Katsuki’s hand tug your shorts down, also pulling your underwear down slightly. His hand gave your hip a good squeeze before sliding his hand down to your pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet, and all from me sucking on your tits.” He had a stupid smirk on his face as he swiped his fingers over your wet folds. You moaned, back arching, wanting to feel more contact. Without warning, he shoved two fingers in, making your back arch more, and you moaned out his name.

“Shit.” He muttered to himself. He tried his best to ease you into it, but fuck, he just wanted to be inside you. But, he restrained himself and instead opted for a different solution. “Eijirou..” You heard Katsuki growl out his name. He walked over and Katsuki pulled him into a rough kiss, while adding a third finger inside of you. You could feel your climax start to build up.

“Katsuki...I’m getting c-close~” you moaned out. Kirishima broke away from Katsuki and walked over to you and kissed you passionately. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair, moaning into his mouth. You broke away for air, panting lightly, before attempting to speak.

“Katsuki~ I’m about t- ah~ I’m about to-” He leaned over towards your ear and whispered, “Cum for me, princess~” And after a few more thrusts of his hand, you felt release and loudly moaned his name.

“You taste so good, baby.” He looked you in the eyes while licking his fingers, causing you to blush. “You were so good, baby.”

You continued to catch your breath from your high when Kirishima stood up and went outside of the room. You were extremely baffled by it and honestly a little worried. You looked at Katsuki, but he averted his eyes and looked towards the door. A few moments later, Kiri walked back in and took his shirt off while walking up to you.

“We have a surprise for you.” He said as his lips hovered over mine, lightly kissing them. You were still slightly catching your breath when Kirishima raised his voice a little, but not too much to wake the whole floor.

“You can come in now.” He turned to me and smiled, and as I looked to the door, I saw Todoroki in nothing but sweatpants. I squeaked and freaked out a little bit and sat up to pull some of the blanket over my body. “T-Todoroki?? What are you doing here!”

“Don’t worry baby, this is the surprise! Todoroki is gonna join us tonight.” Kirishima calmed me down and assured me everything was okay.

“Rules.” Katsuki growled before looming over your body and roughly kissing your swollen lips. You lifted your hands to run down his chest and realized that his shirt had come off during the introduction of Todoroki. Katsuki grunted as Kirishima hooked his fingers into Bakugo’s pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. You gasped as you felt Katsuki’s dick hit you stomach. He was groaning into the kiss, so you lowered your hands and started to touch him, but he was quick to stop your hands, making you whine. “You’ll get to touch it sooner or later.” He chuckled at that and pressed a quick, rough kiss to your lips one last time before moving to the head of the bed and sitting against the headboard next to Kirishima. You flipped over and crawled over to them and looked up at them with lust in your eyes. Kiri cupped your face in his hands and gave you a passionate kiss before looking over at Todoroki, who was very obviously, uncomfortably hard.

“Your time to shine, Todoroki.” Kirishima said, and Todoroki took his pants off and took a few seconds to put the condom he had brought on, and he slowly crawled onto the bed. You had already started to suck Katsuki off, and Kirishima decided to go under you. He lined himself up and pulled your hips down onto him and you moaned onto Katsuki’s dick - the vibrations causing him to groan.

You were already in a world of pleasure when you felt someone up behind you, and you remembered that Todoroki was also a part of this equation. You suddenly felt him grab your ass cheeks and squeeze them, and not a few seconds later, you felt his tongue slip in and you gasped loudly. You got distracted by Kirishima’s thrusts, as they were getting deeper. Todoroki kept tonguing you from behind, and while occupied with your boyfriends, your mind almost broke as you felt Todoroki slip his tongue out and slowly slide his dick in your ass. You whimpered in slight pain, but as soon as he started thrusting you were a moaning mess. You had to take Katsuki out for a minute to regain composure, and tried to take him back in when he stopped you and just laid your head in his lap. “Don’t worry about me, princess.” He spoke so softly in a way that made your heart palpitate. A few minutes went by and Kirishima decided to slowly sit you up, and now you were sitting on both Kirishima’s and Todoroki’s dicks. You were so deep in the pleasure that you didn’t even notice Katsuki move up beside Kirishima until you felt Kirishima pull out slightly and have Katsuki insert his tip inside you. You’re eyes widened and you looked at them in shock and they both slowly pushed inside of you. You screamed in pleasure as they both filled you up. You were so thankful that the school made the rooms soundproof after Katsuki had woken everyone up too many times in the middle of the night with his explosions, otherwise the whole dorm building would be awake right now from how loud you’re being.

“Fuck, baby~” Kirishima whimpered. “You’re so good, taking all three of us like this.” You whimpered at his words. You dropped your head down onto Katsuki’s shoulder, and felt Todoroki lean forward, panting in your ear. All three of them had their hands all over you, bouncing you up and down, with one of Katsuki’s hands and one of Todoroki’s hands both squeezes your sensitive nipples. You were getting highly overstimulated as Katsuki lifted your chin up and brought you into and extremely passionate and rough kiss, stealing your breath away. You moaned and melted in the kiss as you felt your orgasm nearing. Being the moaning mess you were, gasping and whimpering, you weren’t even sure if you could form a complete sentence to warn them you were close.

“You’re doing so fucking good, princess.” Your whole body was shaking at this point. You moaned their names over and over, getting louder which each thrust before you almost screamed.

“I’m- a-ah! c-close, K-Katsu- hngh!” you whimpered in his ear, you forehead on his shoulder.

“You’re so fucking good, baby~” Kirishima groaned out. He pulled out and laid down on the bed and started to jerk himself.

“Fuck-” you heard Todoroki groan behind you and pull out. You were on the verge of your climax when Katsuki suddenly pulled out and you whined loudly.

“Just a second princess.” he said before you heard Kirishima moan and seeing white ropes of cum spurt out onto the bed. Kirishima caught his breath and looked at Katsuki and nodded at him before he moved his head under you.

“Sit on my face, okay baby?” You slowly lowered your hips and gasped when Kirishima started to eat you out like it was the first meal he’s had in months. You looked at Katsuki who was on his knees, dick in your face. He didn’t even have to ask you for you to know what to do. You took him into your mouth and sucked on him for a minute before he held the back of your head and started face fucking you. You were moaning over and over until you felt your climax build up again and by the time it was close, you couldn’t warn Kirishima with your mouth full of dick. Katsuki could tell you were really close and he quickly pulled out and jerked himself a couple of times and came right before you did. Your vision turned white and you scream Kirishima’s name. Your whole body was shaking and you were panting heavily. It took you a good 10 minutes to come down from that incredible high, and once you did, Kirishima and Bakugo were there with anything you needed in the aftercare. Once they cleaned themselves up, they left to get towels and new sheets. Todoroki sat up behind you and started massaging your shoulders, heating his right side up to relieve any tension in your neck.

“Thank you, Todoroki.” You said, slightly embarrassed that he was actually still here after all of that.

“It’s no problem. I actually enjoyed this, it was something new to try.”

Bakugo and Kirishima returned with towels and sheets, along with some fresh clothes for you in the morning. Todoroki finished your massage and slipped his pants back on before readying his leave.

“Hey, thanks again for doing this Todoroki, I know (y/n) enjoyed it a lot.” Kirishima smirked towards you and you blushed. As Kirishima and Todoroki walked out of the room and into the hallway, Katsuki cleaned you up and helped you to the bathroom for you to change before changing the sheets on the bed. You wobbled out of the bathroom and Katsuki immediately helped you back to the bed.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, seriously.” You lightly laughed as he smirked at you. He laid you down in the bed and laid next to you, cuddling up close. He seemed a little off, but you didn’t put too much thought into it. “I know I’m your princess, Katsuki, and I always will be.”

“Damn right.” He mumbled into your shoulder. Kirishima came back into the room and smiled at the two of you and joined you two in the bed.

“So (y/n), was your question answered?” Kirishima asked curiously.

“Actually, now that I think about it, I was too caught up in the pleasure that I didn’t think to pay attention to that possible aspect.” You admitted, a little embarrassed. He smiled at you and placed a light kiss on your forehead.

“I love you Kirishima.” you softly kissed him, and turned to kiss Bakugo a little more passionately. “I love you Katsuki.”

“I love you too.” Kirishima had a small smile on his face before closing his eyes.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know.” Katsuki whispered in your ear. He kissed your neck lightly and buried his head in your shoulder. You smiled, so extremely happy, and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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antpernas · 4 years

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12/8/20

Today was really good!!

Me and my friend went to bed at around 4 AM, I think, and we woke up around 10 AM. It really surprised me because that means I just completely slept through my alarm? But I guess going to sleep three hours before it goes off can do that!

Anyway, the day was really nice! I started by making some tea and having breakfast, which was just a yogurt cup and some milano chocolate biscuits. The first thing we had on our to-do list was to go to IKEA. I did all my skincare stuff and we both got all cute (though admittedly their fit was much cuter than mine), and we got ready to head out! One the way down to their car, we took a cute little vid for their snap. When we got outside, I hopped in the driver’s seat and had a little bit of a seizure because I thought they drove with the seat as far back as it was, but it turned out it just automatically reclines when the car’s off. I think we ended up leaving around noon!

IKEA was SOOO nice! It had been a while since I had been, and it was my friend’s first time. First, we did a walk through all the displays on the second floor (I had to pee really bad so we skipped the office section), passed by the restaurant area, then walked through the first floor to see all the stuff there. We got them a bunch of stuff for their place, but specifically had come for a shelf for them to store all their snacks! We ended up just settling on a plastic bin instead, though.

It took a fucking while, since I was waiting for forever to try and get on the information kiosk computer to search up bedframes (the first attempt had gone awry because what showed up in the computer was not actually in stock), only to be SNUBBED by some lady that walked up five seconds prior to the person who was taking forever leaving, BUT I ended up getting a bed frame since I’m tired of sleeping on a twin. It’s ok though, since it gave me a chance to text Scorpio boy! While I was doing all that, my friend went to go eat. Apparently, the Swedish meatballs they had were pretty mediocre.

When we finished there, we went back to their place and, most notably, listened to Chloe x Halle’s NPR Tiny Desk performance, which was AMAZING! I missed an exit on the way there so we took a little longer than we should’ve, but when we got there we brought all the stuff we had bought for them up, and I tidied up their room a little bit. I stored the food away in the bin and then gathered all the trash (mostly just the empty snack boxes) to take to the chute. We both ended up leaving a little before 4 PM, them to go to the gym and me to go home! I got all my stuff and moved the bed frame from their car to mine, and we kissed goodbye.

When I got home, I put in one of my meal preps to microwave and got to work on my bedframe. First I had to dismantle the twin, which was pretty easy. Then, I was pretty much focused on putting together the queen for two or three hours, and the only part that gave me trouble was these stupid fucking screws that just did not want to get along with any of the screwdrivers nor drill bits that I had available. Somehow, though, I managed to get the bed together in one piece! I stole the mattress from the other room dressed the bed, and was all done! I had been so determined to finish that I hadn’t been eating my lunch, so I finished that pretty late.

After I finished that, I got to work on setting up my replacement phone. That was the MOST annoying thing because it kept freezing. I had to restart the process twice before just trying it a third way which ended up working. At some point, I looked outside and my cat was eating a rat it had caught, which was... something? I just turned and went back to work.

After the phone setup was FINALLY sorted out, had a LATE ass dinner (meaning 1 AM), showered and shaved, did a cucumber face soak, and texted Scorpio boy some more! Once I hopped into bed, at about 3 AM, I did some more online IKEA shopping to get a nightstand and some new bedsheets, and started writing this!

Really excited to do some music and studying tomorrow since I think I’ve finally finished all the “chores” I have for the week! And hopefully, I’ll finally work out again!

Good night, be safe, I love you!

#mydiary

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takonei · 4 years

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Beta AU - Main story, Chapter 4, daily life (Part 2)

Note of the author: Ok uhhhhhh I didn’t expect that shit to be that long so the daily life parts (normally ‘1 part = 1 day’) are going to be '2 parts = 1 day’.

Chapter 4: Dance, dance, hanged puppets - Daily life

Day 14 since the beginning of the game.

7:30 AM.

Shuichi woke up earlier than expected.

Not because he gave up on sleeping. He simply didn't feel like going back to sleep.

He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the grey card on the table, in the middle of the room.

The ‘Sanzu key’ as Monokuma called it.

What was he even planning?

The violinist took a shower, trying to forget about those worries for a while.

But he couldn’t.

Monokuma’s motive always came the day after the new labs opened. This time they had a part of the motive, but the bear specified that the whole thing was not ready yet.

What did that even mean?

After his usual routine, he left his room. Surprisingly, Kirumi was leaning against a pillar, and Miu was laying on the ground, head resting on her arms, staring at the ceiling.

Ryoma was also there, fidgeting with his Sanzu key.

The others turned to Shuichi.

“G’morning. Breakfast canceled, we stay here.” the street artist said with a hint of sarcasm.

He blinked. “What’s... Happening?”

Kirumi shrugged. “No one knows. The dormitories’ door is locked, so we can’t go out. We’re locked here.”

... What? Was that the motive? Being quarantined in their rooms? That sounded like a bad joke.

“We tried calling Monokuma and even the monokubs and no one came.” Ryoma explained.

That sounded fishy. Extremely fishy.

They could only wait.

Rantaro, Kiyo, and Tsumugi came out of their rooms one by one. The situation had to be explained each time.

...

8:00 AM.

The morning announcement rang, but the message was different.

“All students are required to go out of their rooms, this is a direct order from the principal of the academy!”

Did Monokuma want them all at once? Usually, when an announcement was made they were all supposed to go to the gym. Why the dormitories this time?

Speaking of the devil, the bear and his cubs appeared before them.

“My, my! It’s as though almost everyone is here!” he cackled. “Only Mr. grumps and Mr. gloomy are missing!”

Shuichi flinched at the nicknames.

The two cubs started their shenanigans that Shuichi didn’t even bother listening to.

The only emotion he could feel when the monokubs appeared was a pure annoyance. Not even hatred. Pure annoyance.

He couldn’t even bother being mad at them. It just felt like each time they visited them, his only desire was to see them disappear forever.

Minutes felt like hours, Shuichi silently praying for Kaito and Kokichi to just come out from their room already so the green and red bears would shut up.

Kaito was the first to come out, surprisingly. his appearance was less messy than yesterday.

Shuichi noticed him glancing at Miu, the latter avoiding his gaze.

He muttered a quiet “Hey.” as he came down the stairs. The biker immediately separated himself from the group to lean against a pillar.

After another couple of minutes waiting for Kokichi, the boy opened his door, stumbling out of his room. He didn't seem to have slept well.

“Next time, do not come late to the principal’s announcement! I’ve waited way too long for you two to come out!” he raised his paws in the air, voice a bit too loud for the two who had woken up minutes ago.

“So, what do you want from us this time?” Rantaro was straight to the point.

“Sheesh, stop being so eager for the motive, I can’t even prepare the surprise!”

So it was the motive.

“Anyway, let me present you the next motive, starting from today to the moment someone dies...”

“... The Sanzu garden!”

That raised more questions than answered them.

“And what is the ‘Sanzu garden’?” Ryoma raised an eyebrow.

“To put it simply, this entire academy was renovated just for you guys!”

Something that involved the whole academy?

“Before explaining the motive, perhaps I should tell you a story passed through generations... Have any of you heard the legend of the Sanzu river?”

Tsumugi put a finger on her chin. “From what I’ve heard, the Sanzu River is a mythological river of the Buddhist religion. Souls joining the afterlife must pass the river by one of the three crossing points, depending on the actions they made in their life, also known as ‘karma’.”

Kokichi visibly flinched at the explanation.

“Great! I may also add that a cost is required to cross the river. Six mon to be specific.” the bear explained.

“In other words, this academy has been transformed into a great garden! And the cost of living for another day must be paid! However, the cost isn’t six mon like the legends told since we live in a modern society with better ways to pay your lovely headmaster!”

Kaito raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “So what, someone must kill within 24 hours so the others can live?”

“Better! That’s where your Sanzu keys play their part! They serve as bank cards to pay your fee to live for the next 24 hours!”

“Wh- bank cards??” Miu exclaimed, taking out the card.

“There are two locks with your icons hidden in the academy, specific to each of you. You will have to activate the locks each day with your card keys to continue living. One lock must be activated between 8 AM and 3 PM, and the other between 3 PM and 10 PM. It doesn’t matter in which order you activate the locks.” the bear explained as everyone listened carefully.

“Also, do not even try to activate another person’s lock! This will not work in the slightest! And the locks’ placements will be different each day! They can be in the labs, common rooms, and even outside!”

Rantaro, who had sat down, joined his hands. “Let me get this straight. We have to use cards on locks two times a day and look around the academy to find them?”

“Where’s the catch.” Ryoma bluntly asked. “That’s way too easy. There’s a catch.”

The bear laughed. “Puhuhuhuhu... I’m glad you asked! The catch is also the reason why we are meeting in the dormitories after all!”

This did not reassure Shuichi in the slightest.

“Did you know? The Sanzu river takes its name directly from the Japanese ‘San’, meaning ‘three’ and ‘Zu’, meaning ‘way’ for our non-japanese audience!”

... What?

“This garden has a similar mechanic! There are only three choices offered to those entering it!”

“... To die, to kill or to suffer.”

... Huh?

“This academy is a garden of traps in every corner. Both outside and inside. From pitfalls to spears to arrows to spikes, everything is here to hurt you. But my favorite part is...”

“... Some rooms will lock themselves and whisper your worst fears to you.”

“Of course, none of the traps will actually kill you, that would be a shame if someone was accidentally killed!”

“But I meticulously put everything in place so you guys could enjoy this academy of nightmares!”

Monokuma raised his paws in the air with excitement.

... This could not be real.

An academy of nightmares??

“There is one zone that is free of danger, which is where we’re standing!”

“The dorms are safe?” Kirumi raised an eyebrow.

“Thaaaat’s right! The dormitories are the only place without any traps!”

Shuichi couldn't even say anything.

As if the academy wasn't already the place where they all had to kill each other, it just had to be trapped for the sole purpose of making them suffer?

What did whoever put them into the killing game even want from them?

If he even dared to ask Monokuma he would probably say "despair".

And at this point, is the truth even worth knowing?

Was there even an explanation of why they had to endure this?

"Of course it would take a loooong time to search through the whole academy for the locks, so I'm giving you one hint each day! They will be available on your monopads! How generous of me!"

Shuichi wanted to vomit.

This entire motive made no sense.

"That was all the explanations for the motive! Any questions?"

No one even dared to speak.

That was even worse than the last motive.

Even if he even managed to survive, what even would be the next motive?

"No? Then good luck! And don't forget..." the bear smiled.

"The garden will be shut down when a dead body gets discovered."

He left immediately after, the two remaining monokubs following behind.

Everyone stared at each other.

Rantaro slowly approached the door and opened it.

No traps were visible, but Shuichi knew the moment someone would set a foot outside a trap would activate.

"Give me a sec." Ryoma approached his dorm and entered the room.

About a minute later, he came out with a set of tennis balls, supposedly won at the monomono machine. He took a ball out and threw it outside.

... Nothing happened.

"Was Monokuma lying about the traps?" Shuichi raised an eyebrow.

"I think it just means that it's not a trap activated with a motion sensor. There's a possibility the trap is activated when you step foot on one of the path stones." Kirumi shook her head.

"Before we go head first and get us all killed how about we get organized? We know the dorms are the safe spot of the academy, so we'll likely spend most of our time here." Rantaro turned to the others.

"We'll still have to go outside to find the locks." Kiyo added. "We will have to think collectively or else we will not keep up for long."

Shuichi checked his monopad to see what the hints were.

Memories of lavender.

Senses and intuition ~ Follow your heart.

Of course it was going to be some kind of riddle that he didn't get.

"So? What's your plan, boss?" Ryoma asked Rantaro, hands in his pockets.

He pondered for a moment. "First off we should move as much food as we can to the dorms. It will be safer to eat here than in the dining hall."

Kirumi nodded. "Although for now, we should focus on searching at least one of our locks. We have a time limit for each of them."

"But... Do we separate or do we go in groups?" Miu asked.

Rantaro sat down to think. "There are nine of us. Since I think it's too dangerous to leave someone by themselves, I suggest we go by groups of 3 whenever we move from here."

"And our groups shouldn't change for the day so no one gets confused." Ryoma added.

... This clearly wasn't appreciated by some of them. Noticeably Kaito and Kokichi.

Tsumugi crossed her arms. "So? Who gets with who?"

"I suggest we separate Ryoma, you and I since we're probably the most qualified to detect the traps." Kirumi raised a hand. "One in each of the groups seems reasonable."

The prodigy nodded. "That is fair."

She took a few steps away, and so did Ryoma.

After some debating, the groups were made.

Rantaro, Ryoma, and Kaito were the first group.

Kirumi, Kokichi and Miu were the second.

And finally, Shuichi, Tsumugi, and Kiyo formed the last group.

"So now it's pretty much 'the first group finding all their morning locks gets the food'?" Tsumugi fiddled with her hair.

"For now, that is the plan. If we find each others' locks, we share the info however we can." Kiyo replied.

"Well, how do we even do that?" Miu tilted her head to the side. "If we're separated, we can't do anything."

Shuichi pondered. "The most we can do is yelling, I mean my hearing is pretty developed but there are limits to it..."

Ryoma fixed his beanie. "We'll only better our strategy if we face the danger at least once. Staying here won't do any good."

The others agreed.

The strategy was fixed.

The groups would go out one by one by intervals of five minutes to investigate where their lockers would be.

Kaito, Rantaro, and Ryoma left first. The others watched them go to see if everything was fine. They were walking slowly to make sure they didn't activate anything.

For now, everything seemed fine. But Shuichi preferred not to get his hopes up.

The two remaining groups talked about their riddles. They looked pretty strange.

"Hey, Kiyo... Do you have an idea of what my riddle could mean?" he asked the therapist.

"Let's see..." he took the violinist's monopad and read the two sentences. "I don't think your riddle is too far fetched. Does the color purple remind you of something nostalgic and positive?"

He pondered. "I... No, I don't think that's it."

Kiyo shook his head. "All theories could be right. Your riddle says to 'follow your heart'. Your answer could be right."

He looked at the tablet for a moment. "My... My cousin has lavender hair. And I do miss her."

Then it clicked. "Ah! My lab! That's where Miu made her portrait when we got the motive videos!"

Kiyo weakly smiled. "That sounds plausible. We will check your lab once we get to the main building."

Shuichi stared back at the tablet. "So was that the first or the second quote?"

The therapist shook his head. "I don't think one quote is for one lock. Both locks must be linked somehow."

"So the other lock is also hinted by the riddle?"

"I think so." Kiyo nodded. "Perhaps..."

He pointed at the second quote. "You found a potential solution with your intuition. So the second could be linked to your senses."

"My senses...? Something purple that could be linked to my senses?"

Hearing? No. His lab was already for one lock.

Taste? The only thing popping in his mind was that type of soda with a taste you could only describe as 'purple'. Which he didn't like in the slightest.

Touch? That would be unlikely...

Sight? Too vague...

Smell? That could be it since the riddle said 'lavender'. Perhaps...

"The wisterias from the courtyard? They're purple, right?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Does it remind you of something nostalgic?" Kiyo asked.

Shuichi weakly chuckled. "My cousin always had two long braids. Somehow it always reminded me of those flowers..."

Kiyo put a finger on his chin. "So both of your locks are related to one person. To me, we are on the right path."

Just as they stopped talking, Kirumi's group was prepared to go.

Well, Miu and Kirumi were prepared to go. Kokichi was barely keeping up.

The two girls made sure the smaller boy was following when they left, nervousness written all over their faces.

The three ones left in the dorms looked at each other.

"So, did you two find out where your locks could be?" the prodigy asked.

"I'm guessing one is in my lab, and the other should be at the pool." the therapist replied.

Tsumugi nodded. "Good, good. And you?" she turned to Shuichi.

"Oh, um... I think one is near the wisterias and the other should be in my lab as well..."

She frowned. "Three in a row."

"Huh?"

"All of us have a lock in our respective labs. I'm thinking Monokuma put them here as some sort of guide for the first day. The next days are probably going to get harder and harder."

... What did 'harder' mean?

"What about you, then?" Kiyo asked.

"One should be in my lab. The other in the library."

The therapist nodded. "I see. Do you have a strategy for which places we check?"

She started pacing around slowly. "We have both of them in the main building except Shuichi who has one in front of the dorms."

She stopped. "For now we are also requested to help to transport food to the dorms, but there's a possibility the other groups will be done with the locks before us. So I think we should go to the ones that are not in our labs." She narrowed her eyes. "Although for the next days we should find out the locks' locations before forming the groups."

They nodded.

Enough time had passed since the last group left, so they decided to go as well.

They reached the wisterias with no problem, and a black podium with an icon was indeed there.

Before they could go under the pergola, Tsumugi glanced at the structure. She took off her jacket and threw it on the table. Spikes suddenly rose from above, impaling the piece of cloth before it could reach the table.

"... We'll have to find ways to activate traps in advance. We won't use my jacket each time. The tennis balls were pretty effective." the prodigy picked up the jacket from the floor where it had fallen.

The three made their way to the podium, which had Shuichi's icon on it. A red LED was on, indicating that the violinist had not yet activated it.

After taking out the Sanzu key and approaching it to the icon, a small jingle rang, with the LED turning green.

At least the 'paying' process was easy.

"Next up is mine, at the pool." Kiyo turned to the two.

Surprisingly, their way to the main building was quite silent.

Perhaps the paths outside were never trapped, and it was only the main structures?

Kiyo carefully opened the door.

A black podium was right beside the deckchairs.

He glanced around to see if there were any traps, and carefully approached the podium. After the small jingle rang, he joined the others so they could move on.

Two out of three.

Something didn't feel right for Shuichi. That motive looked way too simple.

Would it be like Tsumugi said, that this was going to get harder and harder with time?

They left the pool and approached the door to the main building.

When they opened it, Shuichi took a step and immediately stopped when an arrow was shot right in front of his face.

"Ah!-"

He took a step backwards and touched the bridge of his nose.

Pecks of blood tainted his fingers.

"Are you okay, Shuichi?" Kiyo asked, worried.

He turned to the therapist. "I'm- I'm fine, this just surprised me. Perhaps we should crouch to pass this door."

He rubbed his nose with his wrist. The wound was pretty light, but it still stung.

The three made their way to the central hall, luckily not activating any more traps.

"Now let's go to the basement. Once we're done with the library we'll be free for now." Tsumugi declared.

They slowly went to the corridor leading to the stairs, until...

*click*

They stopped and looked at their feet.

Kiyo had just stepped onto a pressure plate.

Shuichi's heart skipped a beat when a wall of concrete came down from the ceiling behind them, crushing the grass on the floor.

Then another. And another.

They ran as fast as they could to the stairs, walls menacing to crush them if they were not fast enough.

The trio tripped, fell down the stairs and crashed against the wall.

"Ouch..."

"At least we're alive."

"Even though Monokuma said those traps were not going to kill us we almost ended up crushed."

"Could you two move? I can't breathe..."

"Tsumugi is on top of me, I cannot move either."

The prodigy stood up, brushing dust off her skirt. "I thought you two would be physically stronger than that."

Shuichi could barely mutter under Kiyo's weight. "Well, I'm a violinist, not a biker nor a soldier..."

The therapist stood up and helped Shuichi get on his feet.

Just as the three recovered from their fall, Rantaro's group appeared.

The medic blinked a few times in confusion. "Are you three okay?"

Shuichi rubbed the bridge of his nose to wipe off the rest of the blood from earlier. "We're fine. It could be worse."

Ryoma appeared from behind. "Tsumugi, there's a lock for you in the library. We deactivated the trap here so don't worry about anything."

"I guessed it from my riddle, but thank you."

Kaito was also there but did not seem to want to contribute to the conversation.

"Anyway, our group is done with the morning locks. We'll be getting the food." Rantaro cracked his knuckles.

Kiyo pondered. "Our group only has one more morning lock to activate. We'll be able to join you shortly."

"In that case, we should go to your lab, Rantaro." Ryoma crossed his arms. "We'll need medical supplies in case someone gets injured."

The medic nodded. "Sounds good. So you three can bring the food in the meantime?" he turned to Kiyo.

"Count on us."

The two groups separated. The concrete walls were gone- they were made to make them hurry, not to lock them in the basement, fortunately.

Just as Ryoma said, the trap was deactivated in the library. It seemed to have made some of the bookshelves fall. Tsumugi's lock was right in front of a table.

The jingle rang as she approached her key.

They left the basement to get to the dining hall. No one seemed to have gone there yet.

Shuichi approached the pantry but suddenly...

The floor disappeared beneath his feet.

Kiyo thankfully caught his arm before he could fall.

Don't look down don't look down don't look down don't look down-

"T-Thanks a lot, Kiyo..." he mumbled.

The two others helped him up.

He sat on the ground for a minute, trying to calm down.

How deep was that hole?

"Tch. I knew something would happen." Tsumugi quietly spat.

"Then why didn't you say anything?" Kiyo narrowed his eyes at her.

"Excuse me if I don't express every single intuition I have."

"We're in a situation where we could die instantly. Every single intuition could save a life."

"It could also make us paranoid for nothing. You should know as a therapist that paranoia could also kill us."

"I prefer to be paranoid over careless."

Shuichi knew that is he didn't stop them they could argue for hours.

"Guys! Please..." he stood up despite his feet trembling. "I'm fine. Let's just... Get the food."

The two exchanged glances and stepped in the pantry, avoiding the giant hole in the ground.

"We don't have a refrigerator in the dorms, so we'll have to take durable food." Tsumugi noted.

"We have access to drinkable water in the dorms, I don't think drinks will be necessary." Shuichi added.

Tsumugi looked around. "We don't have any bags. And my jacket is too small to make a substitute.

Shuichi thought back at when Himiko and Kokichi here going to the dorms using their jackets as bags for objects they won at the monomono machine. But...

The astronomer wasn't here anymore. He had to accept it.

He shook his head. "That's better than nothing. I still have my own just in case."

"And mine." Kiyo added.

"Also, perhaps we should take cutlery. To eat and to serve as a decoy for the traps." Tsumugi suggested.

The three started taking food. Mostly canned food since it was the safest option.

Shuichi had suggested taking rice and other starchy foods, but since there was no way to cook them in the dorms, the idea was rejected.

Shortly after, Kirumi, Miu, and Kokichi joined them.

"It's nice to take food that doesn't expire soon, but we should take food that doesn't take much space." Kirumi explained. "We will not go in this building too much, so we'll have to take as much as we possibly can."

Miu pondered for a second. "How about we use kitchen furniture to transport food? That's two in one!"

Tsumugi perked up. "I didn't think about that."

"However the kitchen furniture will be useless to us since we do not have anything to cook food." Kiyo advised.

"But that's still better than using our jackets to transport food... And perhaps we'll find a way to cook." Shuichi countered.

"Then the pots will be the best for both cooking and transport." Tsumugi declared.

The 6 of them took time to choose which food to take. Canned food, rice, noodles, dry food but also some fruits. They took enough cutlery for both the group and to use it as a trap decoy.

They left the dining hall with all the furniture.

Shuichi hoped they wouldn't have to run with that much in their hands.

Miu looked at the pot she was transporting, full of fruits. "We said we would take the pots but any idea on what to use to cook? We know there's no lighter or some kind of portable stove..."

Tsumugi pondered. "We have the candles on the fourth floor and wood in Angie's lab. But that will require maintenance."

"I believe there are tools to keep the fire alive in my lab since there is a fireplace. We should take a look this afternoon." Kiyo suggested.

"That sounds fair to m-" Tsumugi interrupted herself when she heard a click.

A series of needles was shot from the walls on the group, stabbing each of them in all places.

They ran as fast as they could to get out of the building. Shuichi is pretty sure some of the food fell on the floor, but now was not the time to retrieve it.

His cheeks hurt.

They pushed the door to get out of the building.

Shuichi heard a loud noise, of someone falling to the ground.

When he turned around, his eyes widened.

Miu was less covered than the majority of them. She only had a crop top and a short overall. The needles did much more damage on her than on the others.

She wasn't bleeding, but there were way too many of them, on her arms, legs, and even her face.

"Miu!!" he kneeled before her. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I-I'm fine. D-Don't worry about me." she stuttered.

Everyone took off the needles that stuck on their bodies, Shuichi helping Miu get hers off.

Kiyo helped her getting up. "Rantaro's group went on the third floor for medical supplies. He'll help you once they come back."

She weakly nodded.

Kirumi had taken Kiyo's pot so he could help Miu walk.

Fortunately, no more traps activated on their way to the dorms.

When they opened the door, they realized Rantaro's group was already there, organizing the medical supplies.

The medic rushed to the group. "Are you guys okay?"

"We activated a trap and Miu ended up getting more injured than us. She needs your help, Rantaro." Kiyo explained.

The group organized the food and cutlery, except for Miu and Rantaro, the latter disinfecting the former's wounds.

Kirumi prepared lunch with Ryoma since Miu was unable to do anything. Shuichi hadn't realized they took that long to activate a few locks and transport food. But at least they had enough for the day, and perhaps the day after if they managed to save enough.

For some reason, Rantaro, Ryoma, Kirumi, and Kokichi already seemed to be used to be light on food, considering how little they ate.

The group ate in silence on the floor of the dorms. Canned food was not the tastiest, especially considering what Kirumi and Miu could usually cook, but they didn't have a choice.

This motive was already starting to get the better of them. Would they even be able to continue like this for long? Long enough for Monokuma to perhaps get bored and stop the motive?

Since there wasn't much to do, everyone either stayed in their rooms or talked in the lobby.

Shuichi was already tired from the morning, so he laid on his bed for the time being.

They could only use the locks after 3 PM. Monokuma already knew they would be going to rush and unlock both if he didn't add the rule.

He thought about the situation. They were surprisingly organized.

Surprising...

Was it, though?

Their group had two soldiers, a mercenary, an intellectual genius, and a therapist to help them get organized.

They were teenagers more mature than any normal person their age.

A maturity that came from the harshness of their past.

The fact that they were able to get organized so well...

... That was definitely not surprising.

At around 2:50 PM, he left his room to join the others. (The others being: Kirumi and Rantaro).

He only noticed after that Ryoma was knocking on Tsumugi's door.

"Um... Is everything alright?" the violinist asked the two.

"Well, we're trying to think about how the traps work, and that's why we need Tsumugi." Kirumi explained.

Speaking of which, the prodigy joined them with Ryoma.

"We need your opinion on this, Tsumugi." Rantaro looked serious.

"I'm listening."

Kirumi crossed her arms. "We're saying that the more we are in a group, the higher are the chances of activating a trap, and possibly a huge one."

She pondered for a second. "From the traps we activated, I think that could be true. The needles were quite ferocious, even if they didn't look like it."

She perked up. "You're saying we should try to go individually and not by groups?"

Shuichi blinked. "Go individually? Isn't there a risk we could get injured without being able to be helped?"

Rantaro nervously bounced his leg. "I've inspected Miu's injuries earlier. This was not pretty to look at. I'm the only one who can treat serious wounds, so I have to admit going separately would be safer."

So the opposite strategy from earlier.

But if that was the best strategy, then it could be for the best.

...

Shuichi wished he could be as smart and strong as them.

At 3:00 PM, the others came out of their rooms.

After a short explanation, they decided to go by groups of two, even though they would separate at some point.

They also decided that those on the fourth floor would bring candles and wood, and Kiyo would get the tools for the fire.

Kirumi and Ryoma went first.

Then Rantaro and Kaito.

Tsumugi went alone.

Then it was Shuichi and Kiyo's turn. They wished Miu and Kokichi good luck and left.

"... I'm still nervous about this strategy." Shuichi admitted.

"For now it's for the best. This is the first day, we will decide which strategy is the best for tomorrow." Kiyo replied. "However we can go together with a distance between us so we do not activate unnecessary traps."

Shuichi smiled. "If it doesn't bother you of course."

"At the sole condition that you help me carry the tools from the fireplace."

He chuckled. "Alright. I accept."

They reached the building, and Shuichi crouched to enter the entrance hall. Perhaps the arrow trap wasn't there anymore, but he preferred not to take a risk.

The walk to the second floor was silent and surprisingly peaceful. They avoided a few traps in the corridors, going one after the other.

This strategy seemed to work.

The fewer people were together, the lower are the chances to activate a trap.

...

Monokuma wanted to separate them. Even Shuichi realized that.

The violinist entered his lab and activated the locker.

He sighed in relief. At least this was over for now.

Just as he stepped out of the lab, he joined back Kiyo, who was waiting for him near the stairs to the third floor.

"So, was your lock in your lab?" he asked.

"Yes, I managed to activate it." Shuichi nodded. "Thank you for helping me this morning."

The two made their way to the fifth floor.

...

This was too silent. Something was wrong.

"Are you coming, Shuichi?" Kiyo asked when he saw that Shuichi slowed down.

"Ah yes I'm..." he trailed off when he heard a faint noise. A voice?

He paused to focus.

"Shuichi?-"

"Shhh!" he raised a hand to ask him to be quiet.

There was a voice. It was definitely a voice.

Wait-

It was not a voice. It was several unfamiliar voices.

Kiyo raised an eyebrow.

...

Something wasn't right.

He walked down the upper set of stairs since the voices were definitely below them- on the fourth floor.

Kiyo followed him.

He could barely hear anything, but voices were coming from somewhere, he was sure of it.

"..."

"... -where... ... stops-"

"..."

"... Rats..."

"..."

"... Rats..."

"..."

"... Rats... Rats... Rats..."

Shuichi had a very bad feeling.

He stepped forward to go down the other set of stairs...

... But stopped when he heard a blood curling scream. Not a scream of pain. A scream of pure terror.

And by the pitch of the voice, it was...

"... Kokichi?" he instinctively muttered.

The violinist and the therapist exchanged quick glances.

Shuichi panicked.

He ran.

He didn't even care if a trap activated. He knew where the voices were from. Where the scream came from.

He ran through the fourth floor despite Kiyo telling him to stop.

The voices were louder and louder as he ran.

Some were talking and panicking. Some were repeating the same word over and over.

"Rats."

"They're everywhere- Someone just kill them!"

"Rats. Rats."

"Stay away from me!"

"Rats. Rats. Rats. Rats."

"God please have mercy on our souls- There's no God! We're going to die like rats!"

"Ratsratsratsratsratsratsratsrats"

"I- I think I'm infected too- STAY AWAY FROM ME!!"

"Ratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsrats"

"WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS??"

"Ratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsratsrats-"

Suddenly the voices stopped all at once.

Shuichi entered the corridor leading to Kokichi's lab. A second door had shut down, eliminating every possibility of entering the lab.

"Kokichi!! Kokichi!!!!"

... Nothing.

Kiyo joined him, his monopad in hand. "Kokichi isn't the only one in here."

He looked at the therapist.

"Miu is here as well."

Shuichi kept slamming the door with his fist.

"Kokichi!! Miu!! Say something!!"

No one was answering. The second door was soundproofing the lab. Which was why the voices had 'stopped'.

They didn't stop, they were just contained in the lab.

Shuichi couldn't hear Miu and Kokichi, and neither of them could hear Shuichi banging at the door.

"Miu!! Kokichi!!!"

... This was hopeless.

He thought back at what Monokuma said earlier.

“... Some rooms will lock themselves to whisper your worst fears to you.”

That was what he meant.

He meant psychological torture.

Shuichi and Kiyo would only wait, powerless over the situation.

The violinist fell on his knees.

Just the thought made him want to puke.

Kokichi and Miu were stuck in a room made for psychological torture.

And they had no way of getting out.

#ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 au #beta au #main story

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57: TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY - ONE DIRECTION

NIALL:

"Am I asleep, am I awake, or somewhere in between? I can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined?"

You were so tired. This week, work has been really hard and the only thing you dreamed was getting home and put on some pajamas and lay in bed with your boyfriend Niall but sadly you had to stay late at the office in a last-minute reunion with your boss and some other colleagues. You texted your boyfriend letting him know you were going to be late and he replied sad but understanding. You ended up going home at 1 am. You tried to not make any noise thinking he was sleeping but you found him waiting for you in the living room. “Love, what are you doing up?” you said as you got closer to kiss him. “I was waiting for you, you must be so tired babe” he said as he put on some slippers in front of you. You smiled and put them on. You went to bed knowing you could sleep a lot since it was already Saturday, Niall cuddle you all night and the helped you get better rest. Funny thing you woke up first, and when you opened your eyes the first thing you saw was his beautiful sleepy face, you felt so lucky. It almost felt like a dream remembering how obsessed you were with his music and how crazy it was being his girlfriend. Gingerly, you went over to his nose with your finger and kissed him on the front making him wake up. He smiled and made you hug him and you placed your head over his chest and you could feel his heartbeat. It was a perfect moment knowing you were loved by him.

HARRY:

"Truly, madly, deeply, I am Foolishly, completely falling And somehow you kicked all my walls in So baby, say you’ll always keep me Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you In love with you"

Said that you were in love with Harry didn’t make justice to the way you felt about him. For more than a year you’ve been dating and you never thought you could feel so loved and appreciated by a boy. Lately, you’ve been staying at his place because he just didn’t let you go and well, you didn’t want to leave. It was one of those lazy Saturday afternoons where you were in bed watching a series on Netflix and eating some fast food and he was holding you and feeding you with popcorn when Gemma called and the sound of his phone was so loud that you could hear what she was saying, you weren’t paying that much attention when you heard “Did you ask her already? Did she say yes?” and you turn around and he panicked and hung up fast with his sister. “Ask me what, love?” you said confused. “Ugh Gemma, I was going to ask you to move in tonight but well she ruined the surprise. I had everything planned” you smiled. “Oh babe, I’m sorry” “Well, let me at least give you the speech I prepared” he said and you looked at him with love. “Y/n, the past year has been amazing with you, I’m completely in love with you. You’re my favorite person and to be honest, I want to spend all the time that is possible around you. And well, you’ve been staying here a lot. So, I was wondering if you’d like to move in here, with me?” he said a little bit nervous but kinda already knowing the answer. You smiled and gave him a big hug. “I would love to, Harry. I love you so much” and later that night you both went to your place to pick up all your things to your new place with your wonderful boyfriend.

ZAYN:

"Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed And wake you up with all the words that I still haven’t said? And tender touches, just to show you how I feel Or should I act so cool like it was no big deal?"

After leaving your country to live in England you never thought you’d get so lucky to end up working in the music industry. It was a great experience and you got to hang out with lots of musicians you’ve always admired. Tonight, on the radio show you produced, Zayn was being interviewed and you could feel like you 15-year-old-girl inside you was fangirling. But as always, you had to be professional and as you coordinate the interview, you’ve been talking to him on the phone a few times. When he came in, he was really kind and when he heard your voice he recognized you. “Hi y/n, so nice to finally meet you in person” you smiled and replied “Zayn, so glad you could make it. Follow me please” he walked with you and you talk for a few minutes about the weather, the radio station, and about you not being British. The interview began and you were watching and listening in a room next to it through a glass wall. You were trying to keep it professional again but every time Zayn had a chance he would look at you and you could only smile feeling a little bit blushed but you could also so, your co-worker Ryan looking a little bit jealous. You knew he liked you but you thought it was complicated to work together if something happened. When the interview was over, you went in “Thank you so much for coming, it was great” you said smiling. He smiled back and said “My pleasure. I’m sorry to be that obvious but I couldn’t keep staring at you. Is it possible we get a cup of coffee together sometime?” and well, of course, you agreed. Weeks later you were seeing each other and hanging a lot but he hadn’t made any move and you were ok with it but a little confused if maybe he just wanted to be friends not knowing he thought you and Ryan had something. And then, one night you were having a few drinks at his place and he was a little bit tipsy when he looked at you and said. “Ok, y/n I’m sorry but I can’t keep pretending I don’t like you as more than a friend and I know you are kinda dating someone else but I was wondering if you may be feeling the same way about me” you almost spilled your drink. “Zayn, I’m not dating anyone. What?” you said confused and he later explained the misconception with Ryan, but as you cleared things up you could see his face of relief. And after that night, you and he started to went on some real dates, months later being an official couple.

LIAM:

"Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this I’ll put this day back on replay and keep reliving it"

It was 7 am and the alarm was ringing, and for the first time in your life you woke up fast. Today you were marrying the love of your life, Liam Payne, after 4 years of the happiest and healthiest relationship you’ve ever been. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were, and after months of dreaming about this day and all the planning, it was time to live it. Your mother and your best friend arrived to help you get ready, you had a busy day and the ceremony was at 3 pm. You went to the salon, they made your hair and make-up and you came back went back home to put on the dress finding a beautiful bouquet of roses with a handwritten note that said: “To my future wife, I can’t wait to marry you.” You smiled and almost ruined your makeup but you didn’t. You got dressed and the car was in front of your house waiting for you. You arrived at the venue and as you walked through it you could see all the people you loved and Liam loved, no one was missing. When you and Liam saw each other, you had a huge smiled and you saw how Liam’s eyes were full of tears, happy ones. You’ve always dreamed about seeing the man you were marrying crying when he saw you arriving. The ceremony was perfect, and when the priest said “May the groom kissed the bride” Liam got closer and gave you the first kiss as a married couple. You let the church holding hands, knowing you wanted to never forget how happy you were feeling right now. As you arrived at the reception, you saluted some of the guests and got ready for a night full of surprises, starting with the presentation of your favorite singer singing your favorite song. Liam knew you so well. And as you had your first dance as a husband and wife he said: “I will love you forever, y/n” while holding you close and you could felt on your chest he meant it.

LOUIS:

"I hope I’m not a casualty, I hope you won’t get up and leave May not mean that much to you But to me, it’s everything, everything"

You imagined having anyone as a roommate in London except for Lottie Tomlinson and it was funny because even though you were a huge band of One direction it was a casualty. Since the moment you met, it was like you were meant to be friends and you were honest about your love for the band and of course his brother but she thought it was cute. As months passed by you met some of his family and as you were alone in the city she invited you to all his plans. One night she made you prepare yourself because Louis’s house was being painted and he was staying for a couple of days in the flat with you two. You were nervous but knew you need to keep it together and not make things awkward for him, it was almost 11 pm and you heard someone knocking the door. Lottie had a heavy sleep so she didn’t hear and you decided to open when you saw it was his brother even though you were a little bit embarrassed that you were meeting him wearing pajamas. He came in and said “Oh so you’re the famous y/n. It’s so nice to meet you. Lottie has talked to me about you lots” he said kindly. “It’s so nice to meet you too, Louis. I hope she had only said good things” you said smiling. He came in and went to the guest room, he went to say hi to his sister but she almost didn’t pay attention to him and keep sleeping. You were about to get back to bed when he came to your room and asked you to have a few drinks with him in the living room. You ended up talking all night, he was so funny and you made him laugh a few times too. It was 6 am when Lottie went to see you laughing and drinking some whiskey. “I knew you’d like each other” she said joining you. You ended up hanging out for the next 3-4 days all day the three of you. It was great, you were having such a good time not knowing you were starting to develop a crush on him but you knew you had to kill it. He was your brother’s friend and well he was famous and of course, he must have a lot of girls flirting with him. As Lottie already knew you a lot she confronted you in a good way, being supportive. “Y/n, I know you like Lou” she said going into your room while he was taking a shower. “Whaaat? Nooo. Don’t say that loud” you said laughing. “He likes you too” she said leaving. “Lottieee, come here” you said following her but as Louis came out of the bathroom you couldn’t keep talking. That night you had plans of having dinner in this new fancy restaurant everyone was talking about. You got ready and saw Louis ready too when Lottie was wearing gym clothes. “Lottieee, we’re going to be late” you said when you saw her dressed like that. “I’m not going” she said looking suspicious. Louis blushed and he said. “Is it alright if it’s only the two of us tonight? You smiled and replied, “It is more than alright”. You left the flat and went to the restaurant and you were having such a good time, it felt like the conversation could keep going all night. “I’m gonna miss you so much when you go back to your place” you said. He smiled and replied. “But we can keep hanging out, right? Y/n the whole reason it’s only the two of us tonight it’s because I think I’m falling for you. The past 4 days have been so amazing with you that it feels like we, together could be something great.” You could feel the smile placing in your mouth. “I’m so relieved that you feel the same way. I like you Lou” and now, he was the one smiling. It looks like now Lottie was more than a roommate.

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What’s left Unsaid, Says It All. Ch. 10

What’s Left Unsaid, Says it all part 10/?

Rating; NC-17, NSFW

This Story can be Found at Ao3

pt 1, pt. 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8, pt 9

Tagging; @skullsmuldon @baronessblixen @today-in-fic

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Chapter 10; Ooh Child

Mulder arrived at his apartment with a smile on his face. The twins were everything he could have imagined. So bright and intelligent: one spitting image of their mother, and one of him. He could not pinpoint a favourite part of the day because the whole day left him speechless.

He walked in the door and threw his belongings on a nearby table, it was getting late now. He took off his pants and got comfortable on the couch. He switched the tv on and started flicking through the channels quickly before settling on an old Knicks game. He took off his t-shirt and held it in his hands before placing it to his face and smelling it. It smelled like Scully, there was a hint of his detergent and his own smell, but her predominated. He liked it. He missed the smell of them in more ways the one. And he missed her more than anything in the world. He soon fell asleep and dreamt of him, Scully and their family playing under the summer sun together, with nothing breaking them apart.

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No more than five minutes after closing the front door, Scully's mom was at the end of the hall with a loom of satisfaction on her face. Scully back was still against the front door leaning against it.

"I think tonight went really well, don't you Dana?"

"Yes, Mom. I think it went well."

They both walked through to the living room and started tidying up the mess from today’s activities.

"I think Fox was brilliant with Will and Ellissa today, will he be coming back soon?"

"Yes, he was really good with them. He was oozing life for them." He's an amazing father. I missed him. " He said he would be back," I hope so, "we are arranging another time and date for tomorrow."

"That's good, it was nice seeing him."

" Yes it was," she said silently as the last of the toys were put away.

Scully said goodnight to her mother, slipping into her silk PJs before climbing under the bedsheets. In a few hours, she would be up anyway, for the night feed.

3 hours later

Scully woke up to murmuring on the baby monitor. She groggily got up and walked to the twins’ bedroom to find them. She stepped back into the hallway finding a small orange light glowing from the downstairs hallway. She smiled knowing Missy had brought both twins downstairs to help out with the night feed. Carefully and quietly, Scully walked down the stairs and watched the iteration between her sister and her niece. Will was peacefully asleep in the rocking chair.

"Ooh-ooh child

Things are gonna get easier

Ooh-ooh child

Things'll get brighter

Ooh-ooh child

Things are gonna get easier

Ooh-ooh child

Things'll get brighter..."

Ellie was gulping away greedily on her bottle, contently listening to her aunt sing away to her whilst rocking her side to side. Scully was always a little jealous of her sister’s singing ability. She didn't want to make a sound so she leaned into the door frame and continued to watch silently.

"Someday

We'll get it together and we'll get it all done

Some day when your head is much lighter

Some day, yeah

We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun

Some day when the world is much brighter..."

She watched as Ellie finished the bottle and her eyes started to drop. Then, Missy hummed the last bit of the song but that didn't stop the lyrics from appearing into her head

"Ooh-ooh child

Things are gonna get easier

Ooh-ooh child

Things'll get brighter

Ooh-ooh child

Things are gonna get easier

Ooh-ooh child

Things'll get brighter..."

"It has been a while since I have heard someone sing that," Scully whispered.

Melissa span on the spot and nodded.

"Dad used to sing it to us all the time," Missy whispered back.

Scully smiled and watched her daughter fall back to sleep in her sister’s arms.

“Dana, let me put these back, and we can talk about what happened earlier.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. Because if you don’t, you’re going to avoid it for the next couple of weeks,” Missy sounded aggravated, but she was still sounded calm and she was bouncing Ellie.

Scully sighed in defeat and silently nodded. Ellie was finally asleep so Missy carried her upstairs. While that was happening, she picked up Will and placed him in the crim, wrapping a blanket around him and turning on the mobile before creeping back downstairs.

Scully poured herself some juice because making coffee at this time in the morning was ridiculous. She sat down at the kitchen island and within seconds she felt her sister hand float across her shoulder letting her know that she was there.

“So how do you think it went?”

“It went fine, Missy, why wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, I don't know, maybe he has anger issues?”

Scully sighed, they were both speaking in hushed voices but if this conversation was going to carry on in this tone it could turn ugly real quick.

“That wasn’t him, you know that, don’t you? He was angry and upset. I left him, I ran away, I was scared.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“What if I had done it to you, Missy? One day I just left, no word, nothing,” she spoke a little louder explaining her point.

“But you wouldn’t do that, I’m your sister.”

“And he's the love of my life.”

As soon as Scully said the words she regretted them. She clamped her hand over her mouth and the tears started to fall. It had been a long time since she had admitted that she still loved him, despite everything. She knew it her heart, she still loved him, and her body still craved his. But speaking the words out loud was something completely different. She left her sister in the kitchen and fled to her bedroom. Her head hit the pillow and the tears began to fall harder. Sleep soon descended upon her as the emotions of the past day had finally caught up with her.

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He woke up as the sun was just peeking past the windowsill, and went for a 5-mile run. While exercising, he came to the realization that he might need to get his life back on track if he was going to be any kind of father to his kids. Being suspended without pay was no good. The more he thought about it, the more he questioned why he still worked at the FBI. He could never return to the x-files, not without Scully. And he certainly, under no circumstances, would ever go back to profiling on a full-time basis. So the only thing keeping him there was the search for his sister and leaving the FBI would be like betraying that search and the last two and a half decades of his life. He had a lot of thinking to do.

Mulder got back, his muscles burning for exhaustion. He showered quickly and dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt before making himself a coffee.

He leaned against the kitchen worktop looking out into his apartment waiting for a machine to be done. As he looked around he soon realized how utterly filthy his apartment was. It had never been this bad, not even when he was a teenager in Oxford. He shook his head and then the machine beeped, telling him his coffee was made. Not long after his coffee was drunk, he decided to clean his apartment for once and for all.

1 hour later.

Mulder had just walked through his door after throwing the black bags full of rubbish out when his phone began to ring.

“Hello?” He answered breathlessly.

“Mulder, it's me.”

“Hi, Scully, what can I do for you?” he replied happily.

“Are you ok?” She sounded worried.

“Yeah, sorry, just got back from a garbage run.”

“Mulder, I was wondering when you were free next?”

“I’m free pretty much every day,” he winced hoping she would not ask why he that was.

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the park tomorrow with the kids.”

“That sounds like a brilliant idea.”

“Good, umm, meet me at my mom's… say 1 pm? ”

“Great, see ya then!”

“Bye, Mulder," she sounded sad. And he had no idea why.

“Bye Scully.”

And the dial tone rang in his ears as he placed it back on the holder with a smile on his face. But he was also a little worried and confused at why she sounded sad when she said bye to him.

12.45 The Next Day.

Mulder had just pulled up outside Maggie Scully's house. He had little butterflies fluttering in his stomach: he was so excited to see the kids, even though he had seen them last in less than 24 hours. He missed them as soon as he had left.

He promptly got out of the car and walked up the drive. Before he could knock on the door, it swung open. Melissa walked straight into him.

“Humph. You’re early,” she said.

“I…”

Before he could get out another word, Melisa pushed his chest out of the door, closing it behind her.

“Melissa, I’m sorry...”

“And so you should be!” She took a quick look over her shoulder, looking at the front door. “If you hurt her, I will hunt you down and kill you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, I…”

Melissa tilted her head, waiting for him to finish his sentence but they were soon interrupted by the door opening and Maggie walking out.

“Fox, come in!”

“I’ll be right back, Mom.” Melissa interrupted. “Just going to the grocery store to pick up some milk and fruit.”

Mulder watched Melissa get in the car and drive off. He took that as his cue to walk in, stepping into the hallway looking sheepish.

“She will forgive you in time, Fox. But you hurt her.” He instantly knew Maggie was talking about Melissa.

“Maybe she shouldn’t.”

“Of course she will. You’re family.”

He blushed profusely at Maggie calling him family, maybe one day he would even call her mom.

“She is in the living room, just placing the twins in the stroller.”

“Thank you.”

He walked down the hallway and there, wearing a white sundress with red roses and an overly big straw hat. Then he looked down at the twins. Ellissa was wearing a yellow skirt and pink top and William was wearing blue shorts and a grey top his little legs kicking wildly. The kid was shaking a rattle in his sister's face who was blissfully ignoring her brother.

“Beautiful.”

She turned bright red and he suddenly realized that he had said it out loud.

“I… I meant the kids.”

“Sure you did, Mulder.” Now it was Mulder’s turn to blush. “Let me just grab the picnic basket and then we can get going.”

He nodded and watched her wander into the kitchen. He turned to watch the kids and just as he did Ellie looked up

“Dada da.”

“Hey, sweetie! You look very pretty. Are you ready to go to the park?.”

She giggled and her big smile she reminded him so much of his sister at that age. He watched as she started pulling at the straps wanting to come out.

“Nah ah, little one. Your mom only just put you in there. We’re going out in a minute.”

She seemed content at the answer and stopped picking at the straps.

“Ready.”

“Always ready for you, Scully.”

She swotted him on the arm and they both headed to the park.

1 hour later

They all sat down in the shade on a picnic blanket after they had played on everything available. Ellie’s favourite thing was the swings, while her brother’s favourite thing was to go down the slide on his father's lap. Mulder didn’t want it to end but he knew Scully would be going home soon and then he did not know where he would stand. Would she come down to DC? Would he go see her? He certainly didn't want to be an absent father, he had already missed 7 months of his kids’ life. He loved these little ones with all his heart. It would be an awkward conversation and now it was a good time as any. It's now or never.

“Scully, when are you going home?”

He could tell he caught her off guard as she had a startled look on her face.

“I go back next week but I have been thinking of buying a place back in Georgetown. I would be close to mom and I would be close to you,” she whispered the last part. She picked up Will and laid him down next to her, lifting her top, unclasping the bra and bringing him to her nipple which he accepted greedily.

“How long will you be gone?” he picked up Ellie and laid next to Scully with Eliie on his stomach.

“Not too long, I hope,” she moved her hand to stroke her son’s hair.

“Does that mean you already have a place here?”

“Well, I have been looking for a while. A 3 bedroom house has just come onto the market. Would you want to go with me to look? It’s tomorrow—,”

“Yes.”

“—I was planning to either go on my own or with Mom if I’m asking too much of you...” she was rambling and he was smiling “Wait, what did you just say?”

“I said yes Scully, of course, I will go with you.”

He watched her eyes light up and the biggest smile came across her face. Mulder thought there may just be hope for them still. Will finished his feed and it was Ellie’s turn. Since Scully had to swap her breasts he took the opportunity to spoon her, wrapping his arms around all three of them.

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The Next Day.

Scully had got her sister and her mom to babysit for a few hours so she and Mulder could go to see the property that had come onto the market. As she was driving to his apartment she thought about a few things, mainly how she and Mulder seemed to be getting along and their relationship seemed to be improving. In only three days they were getting back to some sort of normality. He was even flirting with her yesterday and she was flirting back, they were enjoying each other’s company. They were becoming a family.

She arrived outside his apartment building and he was waiting for her. He looked devilishly handsome in his black slack trousers and a casual polo shirt. He saw her pulling up and waved at her, she pulled the car next to him and he got in.

“How long have you been waiting?”

“Not long.”

She pulled away from the curb and drove towards their destination.

“How long is not long?”

“I was only there for about five minutes, Scully.”

She was keeping her eyes on the road.

“Thank you for coming with me, Mulder, I appreciate it.”

“Nowhere else I would rather be.”

She turned quickly to look at his face. He was smiling at her and she smiled back.

30 minutes later

They had arrived at the house and from the outside, it was everything she could have dreamed of. It had a generous front yard that was fenced off with luscious green grass and a variety of coloured flowers. There was a drive wide enough for two, maybe three, cars and a double garage and the end. She could tell she was smiling from ear to ear but she didn’t care.

Scully parked the car and Mulder got out first. He stood by her side and, just like old times, he placed his hands on the small of her back and pushed her walking side by side to meet the estate agent.

“Hello, my name is Mandy and I’m here to show you around. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

Mandy was wearing a blue coral pantsuit which suited her figure tremendously. Her blond hair was in a high ponytail and she looked like she was in her late 30’s. If you let her, she could sell you the world.

“Mrs Scully, Mr Scully if you follow me...”

“I… We…”

Scully looked at Mulder as he was trying to say something, but he simply smiled and led her forward to follow Mandy.

She led them up the driveway up to the porch which was beautiful off-peak white with a swinging chair.

Scully was speechless. They walked into the foray, it was tall and grande with little curved corners. There was a staircase on the left leading up to the second floor, with deep-seated oak wood doors. The walls were splashed with white and gold reflecting the light through the house.

They both walked forward, following the room through to the living room. It had one corner sofa and a small sofa on one side of the room and on the other. There was a large table with open french patio doors looking out into the massive back garden.

“This would be a nice play area for the twins,” Scully said and Mulder looked at her and answered honestly.

“Yes, I think it would make a lovely playroom.” Mulder watched as the smile never faded from Scully’s face and she simply nodded in response.

Mandy led them through to the kitchen. It was not overly large but it had seen many meals and still had some left, plenty of family get-together, and children’s parties.

Mulder chuckled at the thought of Scully hosting a child's party with 10 or 15 children.

She heard him chuckle and looked at him funny and whispered, “What?”

“Oh, nothing, Scully. Promise.”

They carried on seeing the rest of the house and it was perfect for them. There were 4 bedrooms but one had a desk in it as well as having an actual office in the house. Mandy led them back downstairs now it was time to make or break Scully’s dream.

They asked Mandy how much the house was and Scully instantly had a sharp intake of breath. The house was completely out of her price range. Mulder could instantly tell Scully was upset and her dream was shattered. He placed his hand on the small of her back and whispered in her ear.

“Scully, can I talk to you a minute?”

She looked at him and nodded.

“Mandy we will be back in a minute”

“Ok, Mr Scully.”

Mulder led Scully to one side of the room out of earshot of Mandy.

“What is the matter, Scully?”

She looked as if to say ‘As if it wasn’t obvious...’

“I….”

“I can tell you love this house, Scully. With my inheritance, I can buy it for you outright, no string attached. It would be in your name only if you wish.”

“You can’t Mulder, I can’t ask this of you.”

“Scully, look at me,” and she did. “I haven’t been there for the first 6 months of the twins’ life. I want to do this for you and them.”

“That doesn’t matter, I can’t afford it so it’s just a dream”

Mulder looked away staring into a dark corner of the room thinking, she went to talk away and he grabbed her arms lightly to stop her. She stopped and looked at him questionably.

“I came up with an idea which should work for both of us”

“Which is?”

“What if we both paid half,” Scully shook her head. “Wait here me out” she looked at him and waited for him to continue. “So if we both paid half for now, and you can pay me back in insultments each month as you would with a bank but without the interest”

She looked at him and smiled. The warmth, truth, and honesty coming through his words made her heart melt, his eyes shining bright.

“Ok,”

With this agreement, he was giving her her independence yet letting him in at the same time. By the end of that day, Scully had a beautiful home signed in her name.

If anything Mulder had signed the house in her name for purely selfish reasons. The twins being closer to Scully’s mom would be good for them. But not only that, he would be closer to them. He hadn’t known them long but they were everything to him. He would also get to see Scully more often. Even after everything, his feelings for her would never change. They may be masked by anger and hurt and pain but his love and adoration for her would always simmer in the background. The trust they once had would need to be rebuilt and she was the only person that he would ever let near him. He watched her drive away as he waited for his cab knowing he would only act on his feelings for her if she wanted it. The ball was completely and utterly in her court.

#txf fanfic #TXF #The X-Files #the x files #the xfiles #whats left unsaid #msr fanfic #MSR Moments #msr #The X Files Fanfic

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spideyy-girl · 6 years

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stay. ~ Stefan Butler

Request: Can you write “What do you think you’re doing?” with Stefan Butler? probably make it angsty? Like, the oc is a bit depressed about their life and then Stefan tries to make up their mind? Thanks.

Prompt 1: “What do you think you’re doing”

Summary: Y/N hasn’t been feeling too well recently, and her boyfriend Stefan tells her why he needs her to stay.

Fandom: Black Mirror (Bandersnatch)

Warnings: complete angst from start to finish, reader feeling trapped, depression, mention of suicide. Pure fluff at the end pretty much.

Word Count: 2299 (6.5 pages)

Date: January 14th, 2019

A/N: PLEASE DON”T READ THIS IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY!!! So this came out a lot more depressing than I think it was supposed to, and I’m not sure if this is what you meant by the request, but either way, I hope you like it. I was sorta crying while writing this, so sorry in advance I guess? All I listened to while writing this was sad slowed down songs cause they are my life.

Ask or dm me to be added to the black mirror or permanent taglist! Requests open! Happy Reading!

~ Ciara xo

Y/N woke up with a start, the sudden sound of the radio blasting through the speakers of the alarm clock. She rubbed her eyes, reaching over to bang on the alarm clock before the annoying music finally turned off. Sitting up, she leaned on the headboard, not wanting to get out of bed, not wanting to move at all. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, it was the same thing every day. And just like every morning, her mother walked in, not before gently knocking on the door. See, her life had become a routine, like a loop. And there seemed like no way of escaping it.

“Y/N sweetie,” her mother cooed, walking over to her bed and sitting on the end of it, gently shaking her outstretched leg. “It’s time to get up, my love. Breakfast will be ready soon, make sure you’re dressed by then.” She smiled, still rubbing the leg. Y/N sighed.

“Yes, mother. I know,” she replied quietly, rubbing her eyes again as her mother stood up and opened the drapes, letting in the bright morning sunlight. Before leaving the room, she pressed a soft kiss on the top of Y/N’s head before closing the door for her to get changed. She sighed, closing her eyes and resting her head back and taking deep breaths.

It’s not that Y/N didn’t like her mum. In fact, she loved her more than anything in the universe. What she does hate was this, every morning the same thing, the same actions, the same sentences leaving her lips. It’s driving her mad. She got up, tossing the covers off of her body before picking out an outfit, one that she usually wore. As soon as she opens the door, the smell of eggs and bacon fill her nose. Walking downstairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a plate and filling it with the food. It was the same meal she had last Sunday, and the Sunday before, and the Sunday before…

“You look beautiful today, baby,” her mum said, taking a seat at the kitchen table and tapping the seat beside her, indicating for Y/N to sit down beside her. She smiled back at her, pushing back the chair to sit down and scooting it back in.

“You say that every day, mum,” She said, trying not to sound too harsh. She smiled wider, grabbing her daughters hand and rubbing her knuckles softly.

“Because it’s true, you know, Y/N. You look beautiful every day.” She says, her fingers moving from her hand to caress her cheekbone. She smiled back at her mum politely, grabbing her hand and kissing it in thanks.

“Well, I know where I got it from, mum,” She replies, and her mother scoffed and rolled her eyes, dismissing her with a wave of her hand, the other one still lightly squeezing her hand. She got up and checked the calendar posted on the wall as if they’d have anything different going on.

“You’ve got an appointment with Dr. Haynes today at-”

“3:00 pm, I know mumma,” She cut her off, before taking the last bite of egg. “Just like every week.” Her mother turned and smiled lightly at her, patting her shoulder before taking the dishes and putting them into the sink. As she washed them, she turned to her daughter.

“Speaking of, how’s Stefan? Heard from him lately?” She asked innocently, the question ruining Y/N’s content just as soon as it started. She looked down, playing with her fingernails, a nervous habit of hers, and shrugged.

“I don’t know, last time I heard from him was when I went to his house, over a month ago,” She replied quietly. Stefan Butler was Y/N’s best friend from a young age, and since around a year ago, her boyfriend. But after he told her about his deal with Tuckersoft for his new game he was programming, Bandersnatch, she’s barely heard from him. Last time they talked was when she got a call from his dad, suggesting she come over to try and calm him down, maybe destress him. But as soon as she had walked into the room, she was quickly asked to fuck off. So the relationship hasn’t been quite stable.

“I’m so sorry sweetie, would you like me to call up his dad? Maybe he could tell Stefan that-”

“No!” She shouted quickly, outstretching her arms as a sign to stop. “N-no thanks, mother. I’ll be fine. We’ll work things out, we always do.” She slowly put her arms back in their old position, tucked underneath each other over her chest. Mum looked at her sadly, nodding her head.

“Ok, sweetie. I’m heading out to do some errands, I’ll be back in an hour to come and drop you off at the hospital, okay?” She says, walking to the door and putting on her long coat, Y/N followed her and nodded, leaning against the stair rail, watching her. She came over and kissed her forehead before opening the door. “Bye, darling! I love you!” She says quickly before shutting the door behind her.

“Love you too, mumma,” She whispers behind the closed door, before heading back upstairs to take a shower. As she washed herself, she thought of the loop that was her life, and how to escape it. And the more she thought about it, the more she realized there was only one answer…

Stefan Butler wasn’t doing so good, he really thought he was going mental, all because of this stupid, goddamn game. It truly would be the death of him. He punched in a few more codes, hoping to tie up the loosed ends for a new pathway he was developing. As he finished, he pressed the little run button on the keyboard, praying to any god that this would finally work.

Of course, these prayers weren’t answered. As the setup screen started to appear, line by line on the screen, a high beeping sound erupted as the computer started glitching, before the screen went white again. Stefan groaned loudly, grabbing at his long, messy hair and closing his eyes shut tight, restraining himself from destroying his computer.

He ran downstairs, quickly grabbing his coat and stuffing his feet into his shoes, grabbing some money and his walkman, as well as a few records already in his jacket pockets.

“Stef- hey, where you goin’, mate?” His dad called behind him, seeming worried for him, but he could care less about what his father thinks, especially at that moment. He quickly rushed out the door, not bothering with answering his dad, and was on his way.

He didn’t quite know where his feet were taking him, he assumed that this was another one of the things his ‘friend from the future’ was making him do again. He didn’t know what to expect before he was at his destination. And, for once, the person making his decisions didn’t fuck up.

His journey ended at the doorstep he knew all too well, yet hasn’t stepped upon in ages. He felt guilt and regret that, and knew that he was here for a reason. He knocked on the wood door, waiting for a familiar face to open it, her usual smile in his head was already brightening his dull attitude. But that face never appeared.

Confused, he knocked again, a little bit harder this time, calling her name a few seconds after to see if that could the attention of anyone who was in the house. Yet still no response. Stefan started to get worried, his palms sweating, thinking of the worse possibility that could’ve happened. He swiftly lifted the welcome matt he was standing on, trying to find a spare key to get into the house, and sure enough, there was one. He clumsily jammed it into the lock and unlocked the door, not even closing it behind him before running up the stairs, he knew something was up. He didn’t know how he knew where to find it, but he sure did.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard it. Sobs, almost silent to the human ear, coming from the end of the hallway. He rushed down the slim corridor, he knew that sound, that feeling. He opened the door, seeing just as he feared.

There, on the double bed in the middle of the room, sat his beautiful girlfriend, whom he loved so much, too much for words, crying like it was her last day in the face of the earth. She had yet to realize he was in the room with her, apparently too preoccupied with a small object in her hand. And that’s when he realized, she was crying like that, because she was planning on this being her final day. Without thinking, he walked up to her and took her in his arms.

She was taken by surprise by the sudden presence of another body pressed against her back, holding her close. But she soon recognized the feeling and leaned back into Stefan’s chest, her sobs get louder and heavier. Her eyes swollen shut from crying for what felt like hours, her head aching from the loud screams admitted from her own lips, her frame shaking from the uncontrollable wailing. She really couldn’t take it.

“Hey hey, you’re okay. It’s okay,” Stefan said, trying to stay strong, just like she always did for him. He had completely forgotten the fact that that was why he was here in the first place. He looked at the small blade in her jittery hand and gently took it out of her grasp. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked her, throwing the blade in the nearby garbage can beside the bed.

She turned her body so that she sat in his lap, her head burying itself into the crook of his neck as if to hide from her demons. She lightly shook her head, trying to make up a sentence.

“I can’t take it-” she managed to make out before breaking down again. Stefan rubbed her back, whispering into her ear to calm her down. Once her crying turned into small sniffles, she tried to explain. “It’s the same thing, over and over and over again. I’m stuck, I’m stuck in this loop, and I-I just c-can’t take it, Stefan, I’m going c-crazy,” She said, tears starting to reappear. Stefan wiped them off her cheeks, just like what she did for him, caressing her cheekbone.

“So you were just going to leave?” He asked, trying not to be mad, but he couldn’t help the feeling of it coming onto him. He knew what she was talking about, but still just couldn’t understand. “You were gonna leave me? Leave your mum? Leave your friends?” He said, his voice raising, grabbing her face to look at him. Her eyes trailed down to her hands, fidgeting with her fingernails, which were growing quite long.

“I didn’t know what else to do,” she said, in a voice quieter than a whisper, looking back up at him, hoping he wouldn’t get mad. He sighed.

“You could’ve told me! Dr. Haynes! Anyone, Y/N!” He said louder, his hands becoming rougher against the soft skin on her cheeks. She flinched slightly at the raised voice, a fresh set of tears rolling down her reddening face. She whispered apologies, already regretting what could’ve happened. “You know, there are people who love you Y/N,” he said, his voice quiet again, seeing her start to break down. “People who wouldn’t know what to do with themselves if you were to ever leave like that. People who need you to stay.”

He tried to keep his own tears back, knowing that wouldn’t help the situation much, but couldn’t help it as she looked back up at him as if he was her entire universe. Which he was. Without him, she wouldn’t be able to look at him, or anyone like that, ever again. He was her saviour.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she said. He nodded, pressing their foreheads together.

“I know, I know. Me too,” he replied, leaning forward and pressing his lips against hers. He could taste the salt of her tears still lingering on her mouth, but he could care less. He knew they both needed this. “I love you, so much.”

She smiled, hugging him tightly. They fell back onto the bed her lying on his chest. She tilted her head to look up at him, pressing a soft peck against his jaw. “I love you too, Stefan.” They stayed there until the sky got dark, but they didn’t notice, nor did they mind.

After a while of not speaking, Stefan presses a kiss to her head. “Do you want me to stay with you tonight?” He asked, looking at her. She returned the look and nodded, moving her head into his neck again.

“Mum’s working a late shift tonight, I don’t know when she’ll be back home,” Y/N said. “I don’t want her to know what happened, not yet.” Stefan nodded. He got up and changed, finding a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt he left just in case for the occasion, and then sat Y/N up and changer her too. He could tell she was still weak, and probably will be for the next few days.

When they finished changing, he turned off the lights and climbed back into the bed, throwing the covers over both of their bodies. He still felt a little awkward, sleeping over at his girlfriend’s house, in the same room, in the same bed. But after the earlier circumstances, he wouldn’t complain for any extra second he can spend with her.

#stefan butler x reader #black mirror: bandersnatch #stefan butler #send requests #prompt

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ellana-ravenwood · 6 years

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Making him work for it - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Sorry sorry sorry, I said I would write a story with Logan and Deadpool, but this mini-fic idea just kinda...came to my mind and I had to write it. The fic with Wolvy will come soon, it’s just...I had to write that first, hope you understand. Also hope you’ll like it, as usual, feedbacks are more than welcomed :

There’s references to other stories in that one, and here are said stories : The first time he saw you and “Did that miscreant hurt you mother ?”

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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It was very rare for him to be the first one to open his eyes...And yet, here you were, in his arms, still deeply asleep, while he was wide awake.

He always liked to wake up first, though it almost never happened.

Every night, you went to bed at the same time (so, very late...or very early in the morning, depends of the vision of things you have, and though you were less exhausted as you didn’t fight but “only” monitored the Batcomputer). But it always seemed like you knew when he was about to wake up, and woke up just a few seconds earlier. In any case, your eyes were more often than not already open when he stirred out of his sleep.

It was always a bit of a disappointment when he discovered you already awoken. Because then, he couldn’t see you wake up, couldn’t see the cute face you made as you opened your eyes, and the small sigh you’d make, cuddling more against him...

Yes. It happened rarely that he would be awake before you, but when it happened...Oh when it happened he surely enjoyed it very much.

It allowed him to observe you while you slept...Your face was always so angelic in your sleep, even if you were disheveled and were drooling. Even if you were too lazy the night before to take your make up off, and you looked like a damn panda.

He always thought you were just...So damn beautiful. And when you slept ? It just made him want to hold you forever and protect you above anything else.

He knew you didn’t particularly need protection but as you were in a deep slumber...Well, he’d shield you from anything really.

He promised you that years ago, that he would always be there for you.

And man did you NOT believe him at first.

The least Bruce could say is that you didn’t make things easy for him.

You really made him work for your heart.

Oh but he understood. He always understood...

And you were worth it. So worth it. Proof right now. Simply holding you in his arms while you slept filled him with such happiness...

He was so SO glad he didn’t give up, all those years ago, when it seemed like you were decided to test his patience.

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The day after you just met :

Yesterday, you held your first charity ever, using your somewhat newfound fame to do good.

A few months ago, you released your first book and to your great surprise, it was an instant hit, launching you in front of the scene...And you hated it.

Being famous really didn’t go well with your anxiety. But it did had a few advantages...Namely : being able to convince rich fucks to give money to a cause that was important to you.

And so you did.

You worked so much on creating a decent event for what you believed in (easier access to books for disadvantaged people, for people too poor to even pay for a library license, and man there were a lot of them in Gotham).

The success of said event blew your mind away. You made ten times the money you hoped to make...And it was all thanks to one guy.

As a joke, you and a few friends who were helping you getting the charity on, send an invitation to Bruce fucking Wayne, the richest man in Gotham, knowing that he was probably too busy to go to some obscure charity happening in one of the worst neighborhood in town.

And yet, by some miracle...He came (you wouldn’t know for years, but Bruce was a huge fanboy of yours. He really REALLY loved your books, which is the first reason he came). With a bunch of his extremely rich and posh friends. They all gave a lot of money for your little project and...wow.

That guy had a lot of influence.

And the media coverage that came with his presence was insanely good for it. The people you cared about, the one that Gotham City always seemed to forget...will have access to a great library in their neighborhood FOR FREE, thanks to that man.

Thanks to Bruce Wayne.

He was truly incredible.

Though...Ugh. Damn. You couldn’t believe you gave him your number.

Everything happened in the heat of the moment...He gave a huge check to your charity, you met right after the speech you were forced to give (fuck all your friends for making you do this) so you were still a bit edgy, you had a bit too many flute of shitty champagne and you just kinda...Gave him your number.

Against your best judgement.

And now, you were staring at your phone, wondering wether you should answer or not, knowing damn well who it was.

You were afraid you’d get carried away again and just...give him what he wanted. Falling for his obviously false niceness and tell him...Tell him...

Tell him sure, you’ll go out with him (if he was calling for that...but for what else would he call ? For what else would he ask your number ? He did say you were “quite a woman” and asked you for it with rosy cheeks, which was a bit weird on a man as charming and confident as him, he even said “would you be up for dinner sometimes ? Can I have your number so I can invite you ?” and...Oh my God, what if he asked for something else entirely, what if he was just drunk or something, and you were just completely crazy to think he’d even remotely be interested in you ?! SO EMBARASSING !).

Oh but this was ridiculous ! Why were you so afraid ?!

You just had to pick the phone up and say : “sorry, no thanks, I’m busy” (assuming he was calling to ask you out...But like, it was barely eleven am, the event was yesterday and in fact finished barely a few hours earlier...So why else would he call ?!).

As you were finally gathering up the courage to pick up, the ringtone stopped.

You had waited too long...But oh, he’ll call back if he’s genuinely interested ! And then you’ll tell him that you aren’t ! Because you’re really totally not interested in Bruce Wayne. Tt.

But if you were planning to reject him...then why were you so mad, disappointed and sad when, four hours later, he still didn’t call back ?!

Tt. You knew it. He wasn’t serious. He was just playi...Pa-Ching.

The alert signaling you you just received a text message startled you, and after jumping a bit in the air, you took hold of your cellphone (and damn it was just so embarrassing how much you were shaking with excitement...)

“One Text Message”.

You took a deep breath and opened it :

“Hello (Y/N), it’s Bruce. Wayne. Bruce Wayne. We met yesterday and exchanged number, remember ? I sure hope you do or this is going to be embarassing. I’m sorry I called earlier, you did tell me yesterday that today would be your writing day, and that you didn’t like to be disturbed while writing. You also mentioned hating talking through phones and I’m realizing, as I am typing that, that I am still bothering you but I was hoping a text would be less intrusive on your writing time...Ok so here’s to the heart of the subject : are you available tonight ? For dinner ? Sorry for the short notice but I have unexpected free time. I’m also sorry I just wrote you a novel right there, I must have re-wrote that message about ten times to find the right words, but I’m afraid I’m not as talented a writer as you are. It seems that even via text you are making me nervous. Hope to hear from you soon, after you’re done writing of course. Sorry again, Bruce”.

What ?

You’re making him nervous ?

...Why ?

He didn’t seem that nervous yesterday (though he was, and it was the first time a woman made him sweat with nervousness like that)...

And he remembered you said it was your writing day ?

You were so sure he barely paid attention to what you were saying, just being polite and acting like he was (something he did with everyone else in his fake friends entourage...but you, you he truly listened to).

He was sorry he bothered you ?

He even recalled the fact that you hate talking through phones ?

He...re-wrote that text ten times ?

YOU WERE MAKING HIM NERVOUS ?!

WHAT ?!

Your hands type your answer before you can think :

“Ok”.

You simply write. And you facepalm yourself as soon as you send it, already regretting that you...Pa-ching.

His next message arrives almost instantly.

As if he was eagerly waiting with his phones in his hand, eyes fixed on it (he was...and during an important Wayne Inc meeting at that).

But a busy man like him could probably not afford wasting time waiting for a text message from a random woman...It’s true. He couldn’t. And yet, he did.

“Great ! I’ll pick you up at 8 pm. Can’t wait <3. Good luck with your writing, sorry again”.

Was it customary for a man like Bruce Wayne to apologies that much ? ...

And oh...oh this was dangerous...Why were you feeling so hot and fuzzy just because you were going to have dinner with him ? Just because of that little stupid “<3″ and his so called excitation ?

Him. Bruce Wayne.

Most eligible bachelor in Gotham City.

Known womanizer, a real playboy.

Exactly what you didn’t need in your life, another man who played games and that was bound to break your heart.

You promised yourself to be careful with men, after your ex cheated on you and was just a toxic person to be around in general...So why were you going out with Bruce Wayne ?!

The man who had a different girl at his arm every time he appeared publicly ?!

You were such an idiot, it almost made you want to cry...

Oh but if only you knew that right now, in the center of town, said Bruce Wayne couldn’t focus on a very important meeting because of you.

Because he kept thinking about you.

That smile that he printed in his brain last night.

Your sassiness that was so refreshing.

The way you were so unimpressed with him and how when he introduced himself as “Bruce Wayne”, instead of the usual “shocked and then wow” reaction, you just said : “Good for you” and looked the other way.

He couldn’t focus because he kept thinking about the texts he send you.

He was sure he had bothered you during your writing (even though you barely wrote, waiting for another call from him...you didn’t even notice you kept glancing at your phone whenever you tried to write, because why would you ? You didn’t care about him, right ?!).

And he couldn’t believe he ended his last message with a “can’t wait <3″...what, was he a fifteen year old teenage boy all of a sudden ?!

God he made such a fool of himself ! By text ! A feat he thought impossible..

How was it going to be live ?

Well, it couldn’t be worst than the night before, when he first met you and kept blabbering nonsense and getting stuck on his words...

Why were you making him feel that way ?! So nervous and un-charming and as if he was a little boy meeting his idol ?!

And oh you were so oblivious to the effect you had on him. As if you were just so sure he couldn’t be interested in you (and you were).

No one ever made him feel like that. Not even Selina.

It was so...weird.

And that evening, as he went home and proceeded to go through his dressing trying to find the right clothes to wear...Alfred couldn’t believe his eyes.

He never saw his master react that way. And that day, he just knew the woman he was going to meet would change his life forever.

(Y/N) he said you were called. What a beautiful name.

************

It was a disaster.

Of course Bruce Wayne would take you to the fanciest restaurant in Gotham.

And you felt utterly uncomfortable.

You’d been only since less than half an hour in the restaurant and you already wanted to run away. Far far away.

You were incredibly underdressed (though Bruce thought you were the most beautiful woman he ever saw), you wore almost no make-up, everyone was looking at you...You were on the verge of an anxiety attack.

And of course he didn’t notice anything. He was just trying to impress you with all his damn money and...

-We can go, if you want.

His words take you by surprise, and you jump a bit, startle. You were looking at all the cutleries, panicking a bit about what’s the use of all that, when he spoke.

He was looking at you...worryingly ? Like was that worry you could discern in his eyes ? But why would he be worried about you ?

In the most un-charming way ever, you looked at him dumbly and said :

-...Ugh ?

Yeah. Great (Y/N), so eloquent. You could have facepalmed yourself if he just looked the other way...but no. His eyes were fixed on you. He continues :

-If you want, and only if you want, we can...leave. Go elsewhere.

-What ?

Oh man, it felt as if his mere presence drained all your brain cells today...

-You’re clearly...uneasy. I’m sorry I chose this place, I realize now it’s a bit too much. Classy and overly posh.

You narrow your eyes at him and say :

-Are you saying I’m not classy, or not good enough for that place ?

Bruce raises his hand in a defensive manner and shakes his head with way too much energy before saying :

-No no, no of course not ! I’m not saying this at all, I’m just...hum...I...

Why couldn’t he find his words when you were there ? Why couldn’t he just tell you that he realized he had been an ass by bringing you in a place that was clearly making you uncomfortable ? He felt like his head was going to explode...

-Well I hope so. Because it really feels like you are. You know Mr. Wayne, it’s not because I’m not as rich as you that I’m less worthy or something.

You know you’re being unfair and that you’re overreacting a bit but...you can’t help it. And maybe it’s because you like him a bit too much that you’re trying to push him like that. Acting like an asshole would shield you from any pain...

Bruce blabbers nonsense in return to your diatribe and...it’s kind of cute.

Could it be that he’s genuinely sorry or something ?

No. It’s probably all an act. Someone like Bruce Wayne can’t really care about a random girl like you. He could have anyone he wants, why would he go through the trouble of being so attentionate ?

You look at him severely, arms crossed, pondering wether you should leave or not, save yourself a world of misery right now and...he stops talking.

He takes a deep breath and says :

-I’m sorry (Y/N). It was inconsiderate of me to bring you in a place where you can’t be yourself. Or rather, where you feel like you can’t be, because let me tell you, I would love nothing more but for you to throw some sarcastic comments their way -he shows a group of extremely posh old women who look at you judgingly- And it was untactful of me to say things...like I said them. Please, forgive me.

You raise an eyebrow in surprise. You were surely not expecting this. Wow.

Your guard falls down a bit and it scares the hell out of you. You shake your head, about to say you probably should go, but he’s quicker :

-Please, give me another chance. Let’s get out of here and...do what you want.

All you can muster is a weak :

-Why ? ...

And his answer makes you feel like you’re definitely screwed :

-Because I want you to have a good time. It’s important that you do...

Oh damn. If he keeps up with his fake interest, you’re really going to fall for him...It’s really dangerous. And yet, you nod, and you take his hand and follow him out of the restaurant.

************

He’s overdressed.

But he doesn’t care, because it seems like you’re finally relaxed. It’s all he ever wanted.

You’re in a cheap and dirty diner, eating horrible food, and the conversation just flows freely between you two, even if you’re still a bit on edge.

It’s so natural though. As if you were friends since years. And for a moment, you forget your suspicions and just enjoy your time with him.

But the fun is soon cut short by your worst nightmare...Paparazzi.

And a question one of them throws yours and Bruce’s way :

-Mr. Wayne, who is the lady ? A foreign actress ? A ballet dancer ? The daughter of someone important ? Who is she ?!

Your books might be famous, but your face isn’t (at least for now). And those questions suddenly make you feel hyper aware of who you are with...

Bruce Wayne.

The man who only dated famous people. The most beautiful women from around the world. And why would he go out with you ?

Suddenly, awful goosebumps run through your body.

You can’t believe you were so damn stupid.

You can’t believe you bought his “nice guys” outlook, and the way he seemed genuinely interested in everything you were saying.

You can’t believe you fell in his trap...This was all a publicity stunt.

Of course. Taking out a nobody from the Narrows, from the poorest district in the city...It would make him look really good.

Was it a coincidence that not too long ago, some allegations about his father’s involvement in Gotham’s mafia surfaced ? And now he was pity dating a poor girl (even though the success of your book made you quite rich, you still identified as someone from the Narrows) ?

Even now, as he tries to shield you from the cameras (not doing a great job by the way), and doesnt answer them...Damn it’s so obvious !

You’re just a publicity stunt !

-I can’t believe I was such an idiot...

You murmur to yourself, and he turns to you saying :

-Excuse me ?

You stand up abruptly, and tell him :

-I’m not going to just sit there and serve your hidden agenda, “Mr. Wayne”. Go fuck yourself. Good bye.

Bruce is completely stunned by your words, and just look dumbly as you leave...The Hell just happened ? Everything was going so smoothly ? Until...Oh. The paparazzi. It must have scared you away..But what was that about a hidden agenda ?

Bruce was confused. A bit lost and...what was this pinch of pain he felt in his heart, as he saw you leave the diner angrily ?

What did he do ?

The next day, pictures of him looking absolutely clueless would riddle the papers of the city, with the caption “The woman who stood Bruce Wayne up”.

************

You ignore his calls but the least you could say is...The man was insistent. You listened to all his voice messages and...You stopped after the third one. Because the way he worded things made you want to call him back, but you knew he was just playing again.

He was just enjoying the chase. Once he’d get you, he’d go to another woman.

For two days in a row though, he kept calling you over and over again (so much so that Lucious Fox, at Wayne Inc, kinda got worried..what was going on with Mr. Wayne ? Why was he so...unfocused and glued to his phone ?) , until you snapped and finally answer :

-WHAT ?!

There’s a little silence, as if he wasn’t expecting you to answer (and he wasn’t) before he finally says :

-Oh. Hi. Hum...

Another silence. He rehearsed what he’d tell you so much but...now, yet again, he found himself speechless. Oh he longed to hear your voice...AND IT ONLY HAD BEEN TWO DAYS !

-Listen, if you’re calling for nothing, just don’t. I’m busy, I’ve got a deadline to meet so...

Your words act like an electroshock on him and he says hurriedly :

-I think there has been a misunderstanding between the two of us !

-Oh you think ? Probably yes. I thought we were going on a date, but you just used me to look good !

-So that’s what this is about. I figured that much when you bolted calling me an asshole...

-As a matter of fact, I didn’t call you an asshole. I told you to go fuck yourself.

He chuckles at the end of the line and...it makes your heart miss a beat. What a cute laugh...You shake your head. No. You can’t fall in his trap again. You’re about to tell him to go pleasure himself once more but he’s faster :

-There is the misunderstanding. May I know why you think I am...”using you” ?

You’re angry. Because he’s clearly mocking you right now, and so you tell him what you think and when you’re done, you’re a bit out of breath, beyond annoyed.

His voice sounds serious now, as he says :

-With all due respect...you’re wrong. If I wanted to “look good” I would have gone to a charity, instead of taking you out. Or I wouldn’t have followed you to that unknown diner and stayed at the fancy restaurant. There is bigger things I could have done. Most definitely. And I hope I don’t offend you by saying this. The truth is I...I genuinely wanted to spend time with you. My mistake if I made you feel...unwanted or something. I’m not always very good socially...

Eh ? That was a first, Bruce Wayne not being good socially...He continues :

-I’m sorry if it looked like I didn’t care about what you said. I really did. I really do. I’m sorry about the paparazzi and if I made you think in any way you were just...a mean for me to look good.

You’re starting to feel stupid. Because now that you’re thinking about it, it doesn’t really make sense that he would use you like this indeed...But you still can’t believe he genuinely wants to get to know you.

His next words kind of lost themselves as you’re thinking about everything. Maybe you weren’t a publicity stunt but...you still think that he’s chasing after you only because you’re not impressed with him, only because you make it look like you don’t care...

-So what do you think. Give me yet another chance ? I promise I’ll...fix things. I’m going to show you that I’m not using you. I’m going to prove to you that I...I’m...that I like you and...

-That’s ridiculous Bruce, you don’t know me. We met like, four days ago.

You can’t help but cut his speech off, as you pay attention to what he says once again. He “likes you” ? Tt. Suuuure.

Bruce take a deep breath a bit away from the phone, but you can still heart it. He continues :

-Yes I know. But I want to know more about you. And even if we met four days ago indeed, I...I’m...I don’t know how to say it. And that’s the thing. I’ve never been speechless with women. I always knew what to say to have them.

-Wooow, definitely convincing me right there Bruce. “To have them”. What a gentleman.

-That’s not what I meant I...my point is with you...I don’t...You’re giving me a headache.

-Wow, easy on the compliments tiger !

-No but it is a compliment (Y/N) ! It’s a good kind of headache !

-If you keep going Bruce, I’ll give you a not so good kind of kick in the nuts.

-Here ! This ! Exactly that ! This is why I like you ! This is why you give me a headache ! Because I have to be myself with you, I can’t be fake because you call my bluff instantly and...it’s great. It’s great to be me. I...Hum...

There’s a silent, that you do not break because...you’re kind of curious what he’ll say. The thing about him being himself with you hit you more than you thought it would. He says :

-You...You couldn’t kick me in the nuts anyway.

You’re a bit taken aback by that, like, what ? He was doing so well...But you can’t say anything as he continues :

-Or you could but...For that we’d need to go on another date.

Oh. Smooth motherfucker. You catch yourself smiling slightly at how he turned the table around...But you don’t answer. Let him marinate a little bit. It works as he says :

-I mean, if you want to. I would understand if you’re not interested. And I’m sorry I’m holding you on the phone so much even though you hate talking through it and...I mean yes, if you want, we could go out again. Where you want. I can wear something to hide who I am.

-I thought I made you feel like you could be yourself.

-Yes, no, I meant, to hide my identity so we’re left alone !

Oh. He knows you’re the one playing with him right now, making him work to get this date, stumbling on his words and trying so damn hard to say the right things...It’s the first time in his life he has to convince a woman to go out with him. He blabbers some more when you finally decide to end his suffering by saying :

-Well, I mean, I’m really busy (it’s not true) so...I guess I’ll tell you when I’m free ?

-Oh. Yes, yes of course ! Anything you want ! I mean I’m busy too but...I’m sure we can figure something out. What are you doing next Saturday ?

-I just told you I’ll tell you when I’m free, Bruce.

-Oh, right. Yes. Ok. Hum...You can text me or...call me. This is my personal number so, you’ll always have me and not my secretary and...yes. Ok.

You don’t answer, and he says :

-So...Waiting for you ?

You hung up.

You don’t feel proud to toy with him a bit like that but...you can’t help but think that Bruce Wayne needs to be tossed around a bit. He sounds like a man who always has his ways, so it’s quite satisfactory to be the one in charge on that matter.

If he truly wants to be with you, which you highly doubt, he’ll endure it.

In your head, you start to foment a plan to truly test his commitment. To make sure he’s serious and not just fooling around and such.

And so your testing starts...And it starts with you not giving him any news for a week and a half. When you finally do, it’s with a short text that reads :

”Gotham piers. 9 pm (busy before). Tomorrow. You in ?”

And his incredibly quick reply :

“Yes, perfect. I’ll be there.”

************

Bruce had been waiting for days for you to contact him. He was starting to think he should just call you again when he received your cold text...Damn you.

If it was any other women, someone he didn’t really care about, he wouldn’t even reply. A few girls in the past, tried to make him wait...only to discover that he was already pass them.

He was Bruce Wayne. He was getting girls only for his playboy cover. He had no time to waste with players. And yet...yet with you.

He’s the one that fell in your trap. But he couldn’t blame you.

He wasn’t the greatest detective in the World for nothing. He knew why you were doing what you were doing. You didn’t trust him.

Why would you ? You didn’t know him and he had a terrible reputation with women. The simple fact that he would forget one just because she made him wait was enough for you to be wary of him.

But with you...he really wasn’t playing. He was ready to put some effort in wooing you. And he didn’t understand why !

At first, he thought it was because you barely registered who he was, at your charity. He thought it was because it seemed like you didn’t care, and his competition side took it as a challenge...

But he quickly realized it was much more than that. You were just...irresistible. You attracted him in every way.

Your wittiness, the way you didn’t hesitate to tell what you think (no one ever left him alone in a restaurant, telling him to go fuck himself...), your smile, and when you let your guard down and genuinely talked with him...

In the diner, before the paparazzi came, you and him had such an interesting conversation...you were talking so passionately about books, and about how you wanted to make Gotham a better city to live in for everyone...He was captivated.

And so...he’d let you play with him, to the risk of having his heart broken.

************

You were at the piers, and when he arrived you definitely appreciated the way his (perfectly chiseled) jaws dropped.

You did really try to look good tonight. Sexy.

You were a very insecure woman, and hid most of your anxiety behind a wall of sarcasms and wit...but there were the occasional times where you’d stand strong for a cause.

Defend the defenseless. Talk back to your boss. ...Genuinely make an effort to look great for your “date” with Bruce Wayne.

You wanted to show him what he could miss, if he wasn’t being serious. And by the look he gave you (though he tried to hide it, what a gentleman), the fire he had in his eyes when they lingered on your bare legs...

It almost annoyed you though, this look...up until his eyes crossed yours and he ignored your cleavage and such, and just bore into your eyes.

Just look at your face, and he seemed so fascinated...

You didn’t understand why he would look at you like that.

That night, you spend a great evening on the piers, eating a hot dog and talking. And he seemed genuinely interested in you. He barely looked again at your legs or cleavage (it was so hard for him not to, but he wanted to show you he didn’t want you just for that), and just...listened and talk freely with you.

It was really nice.

And dangerous. This had to be an act...and damn Bruce Wayne was a good actor.

Years later, you’d realize how much he actually gave in just to woo you...Like the fact that every time he went on a date with you, he’d leave Gotham in the hands of his cousin, Kate Kane aka Batwoman.

Like, for him to give up, even just for one night, being Batman...It was huge.

But on the spot, you didn’t realize that, and you were still suspicious.

************

It was always such a lottery when he brought you gift.

He made a list about the “do” and “do not”.

No flowers, you disliked them and thought it was morbid to give something that was dying to someone, just to show your affection.

No chocolate, you hated chocolate (at least, so you said).

Books were always good.

Clothes...depended on your mood. He had yet to learn how to read you on that one...

Nothing too expensive, no helping in your personal life (you hated handouts).

Yes to practical things. He bought you a pair of socks when he noticed yours had a hole in them...seemed like you really appreciated it.

No gift at each dates, only sometimes.

************

Sometimes, he didn’t really know if you liked him or not.

More than once you hinted at the fact that there were other guys interested in you (and he didn’t doubt that, you were so great !).

It always made him incredibly jealous, a feeling he never felt before...Was it what you wanted ? For him to be jealous ?

The truth though, was that you were just trying to shield yourself. Because what if he kept his options open too ? It’d break your heart to know he was flirting with other women...

************

Sometimes, Bruce felt like he should just give up...You’d warm up to him, you’d kiss him back when he’d dare to kiss you goodnight...and then you’d ignore him for days again, saying “no, busy” every time he asked you out, wether it was for lunch or dinner or anything.

But Alfred told him something that made him think. He just said : “Some people are hard to crack. They got hurt so much that they have a defense mechanism, and it’s difficult to know exactly how their system work...I’d say most people think that of you, Master Bruce, but you wouldn’t believe me”.

And maybe that was it...Maybe you were just trying to defend yourself because you got hurt in the past ?

************

It was difficult to know what you wanted...Or rather, wether you wanted him or not. Your mood were so changing.

Sometimes it seemed like you finally trusted him, sometimes it felt like it was the opposite, as if you thought he was acting...

You’d tell him things like “I always feel so at easy when I’m with you” and other “I couldn’t wait to see you”, but if he told you such things, if he told you how much he liked you...You’d walk backward and be suspicious and annoyed and just wouldnt believe him.

A few times you asked him “why me ?”, and his answers always seemed to trouble you.

-Because you make me feel like I can be myself. Because you’re intelligent. Beautiful. Interesting. Funny. Witty. Because your smile is infectious. Because your laugh is hilarious. Because your taste in movie is great, and because you can dance and aren’t afraid to do so even if it’s in the middle of the street. Because because because...

You just didn’t seem to believe you, and Bruce just didn’t know how to prove you meant the World to him...But he was determined to chase after you, forever if he had to.

************

One day, you asked him, in the middle of the day, if he was free.

He wasn’t, but it was so rare for you to ask for him in such a way that he made himself free...He met you at the piers.

Your first barrier broke that day, as you talked about your cheating abusive ex.

He didn’t know why all of a sudden you decided to talk about it (you had cross path with him in the streets, and he had been awful...that’s why), but it made him understand you better.

And to show you he could be trusted with such informations, he talked to you about his parents. He never talked about his parents with anyone before...Of course, there was no reasons for you to trust him on that.

As far as you were concerned, he was saying that to every girl so they’d take pity in him but...You did believe him, because there was something in his broken voice that felt more than real.

That was a first step for him to your heart.

************

You were always on edge, the first few months.

Always ready to drop him. At the first sign of him just playing with you, you’d leave...but things were getting more serious and serious every day and...it scared you.

After you talked to him about your ex, you don’t give him any news for two weeks straight. Because...he knows too much.

You just can’t let a “man like that” enter your life.

A...Man like that...Like what exactly ? Bruce showed nothing to you but devotion and interest and...but...if it was all an act ?

You’d never come back from that broken heart, if it was an act. So you kept being evasive, and played hard to get.

During those two weeks without news from you, his mind was plagued with your face. He couldn’t focus, and he realized for the first time that...He...He was in love with you.

That was the only explanation as to why he reacted that way.

He loved you. And it was bad. Because for the first time, he started thinking about his night activities, and how you’d fit in that...Would you accept it ?

Oh. OH !

He realized that he wasn’t worried about letting you come into his world. About telling you he was Batman. But about...you rejecting him because of this.

You not understanding even though you always seemed to understand him so much. And it terrified him, because it would mean a life without you and...he slowly realized how screwed he was.

During those two weeks, he couldn’t think of much else but you...and it was almost fatal to him. During a mission, he wasn’t focused enough, and nearly died...

Alfred took things into his own hands.

***********

Two weeks. Two weeks without talking to him. It was like torture...But you realized that it was kind of good.

Like a sevrage, as if he was your drug.

And he...kind of was.

He was the only one with whom you didn’t mind talking on the phone, the only one you exchanged stupid text up until late at night (you still laughed a lot about that time you asked him : “If a zombie bite a vampire, what would happen ? Would the vampire turn into a zombie, even if he’s already dead ? OR would the zombie, drinking the vampire’s blood, turn into a vampire ? Or both ? Or nothing would happen ?”, and he very seriously answered, “scientifically” ...damn he was so great. And if only you knew he answered your text while being a night vigilante).

But you had to take some distance. Because it was...it was the first time you felt that way. You were pretty sure you were in love with him already and...it terrified you.

You kissed him already, but you guys never went further, as you thought if he could wait it would mean a lot. And he never pushed you or anything...

But you were terrified that...once you’d sleep with him, it would be over. He would go to the next girl, who probably wouldn’t resist as much as you.

You guys were seeing each others in secret and just...if he didn’t love you back, it would be the end of you. It sounded very melodramatic but it was the truth.

He was older, richer, better in every way, could have whoever he wanted (quite literally)...So why would he want you, out of everyone ?

And so you took some distance with him, to breath, to think about your next step...

A knock on your door distracted you. You opened and...

-Alfred ?

-Hello Lady (Y/N), may I come in ?

-Hum, yes. Yes sure. Come in.

You don’t know why, but you’re instantly worried...Why would Alfred come to see you ? Was Bruce alright ? Oh you wished he didn’t send his butler to break up with you (even though you weren’t really dating).

-I am here because of...Mr. Wayne.

************

Bruce was brooding in his cave when he received a text from you.

He felt his heart flutter as he saw your name appear on the screen, and opened the text eagerly.

“Are you free right now ? I need to see you.”

“Need”. You said “need”. It made him too damn happy, it was almost ridiculous...He quickly answered that yes, he was free, and you told him to join you at the piers.

************

You surprise him by kissing him fully on the lips, even slipping your tongue in his mouth, as he came to you.

With hazy eyes, he pulls away as you let go of him and just says :

-Wow...

And he wasn’t done with his surprise.

There, you told him you were sorry about making him wait for two weeks, but that you had to think.

You thought a lot, really.

About you and him.

And you came to that conclusion...”It’s better to feel pain, than never feel at all”, therefor, you were ready to genuinely give it a shot.

To not be just on edge about him being your boyfriend or not. To not awkwardly answer : “oh he’s a good friend of mine” whenever your friends would ask wether or not you were dating Bruce Wayne.

You were ready to truly be with him. Though you weren’t ready yet to go full out and be open in front of the media...

He kissed you with so much passion that night, that you were sure you took the right decision. And of course, he told you that he was waiting for that since so long that...Yes. Yes he was ready too to actually date you.

Bruce would never know what changed your mind, what made you stop playing hard to get, and finally give yourself to him (in every sense of the term, as a few days after your declaration, you were waking up in his arms, in his bed, with absolutely no clothes on your back).

He would never know, and he never really tried to know, too afraid that his questions would push you back into your shell...But if only he knew.

************

-Do you...want some tea ?

-No thank you, Lady (Y/N).

You were trying not to freak out. He said it was about Bruce...What about him ? Was he really here to break up with you ?

-I am here, as I said, on behalf of Master Bruce.

-Imma stop you right there. Tell him that if he wants to break-up, even if we’re not technically together, he should come himself and...

-What ? No no, he doesn’t want to...That’s quite the contrary ! To be perfectly honest, I’m not actually here on behalf of him. I’m here...I took the initiative because...I wanted to ask what were your intention with him ?

-My..My intentions ?

-Yes, are you serious or are you just toying with him ? Because he went through so much already, if you’re just toying, please stop.

This hit you like a tsunami.

You ? Playing with him ? But...it was the opposite ! Right ?

-He is very fond of you, Lady (Y/N). Enough to cancel important meetings at his company to go see you to get ice cream and whatnot.

You never thought about it...How he always seem to find time for you even if you knew he was extremely busy...

-And I must ask...are you fond of him too ? Or are you just planning on breaking his heart ?

You’re taken aback by all this. Way more than you should be.

Because...you didn’t do anything wrong, did you ? You simply gave him a taste of his own medicine right ?

...Did you really though ? He did have a reputation of being a womanizer but...was it the truth ?

You always thought, even before you knew him, that there were more to Bruce Wayne than he was leading on on TV...but he really was a playboy right ?

Maybe he was...but he never been with you.

And suddenly, you have a flashback of every single time you saw him.

How the first time you met him,he seemed so flustered and nervous while he was always so confident when you saw him on TV. Though at the time it just felt like he was mocking you, you could see now that he was just...Crushing on you already ?

On your first date, as soon as he saw you were uncomfortable, he let you take the lead and made sure you were relaxed...and he called you back, even when you told him to “fuck himself”...

He always seemed to remember things about you.

No peanut, you were allergic to it. Strawberries were your favorite fruit, but in general, you liked salty things more than sugary stuffs. You didn’t really have a sweet tooth. Books over flowers, every time. No chocolate, it made you want to throw up cause you hated it...You disliked phones...

Yes.

Whenever you told him something, he remembered.

Because...Because he cared.

He told you how it was difficult to remember everyone’s names at galas and such (later, you’d discover that he used Wayne tech in his bow tie...facial recognition haha), and yet he could recall things you told him weeks ago...

No matter how dry and cold you were to him, he kept coming back. Not because he liked the chase but because...

-He’s really, REALLY fond of you.

Alfred insisted, raising an eyebrow...And just like that, your mind was made.

You just needed that little push. Someone out of your little “game” between you and Bruce to...know.

To know he wasn’t actually playing. You were the only one doing so.

He was genuinely interested in you, for reasons you didn’t understand. He was...He was...He was fond of you.

This was the first time you hugged Alfred, and definitely not the last.

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Bruce never knew what convinced you he was serious. And he didn’t really care to be honest...He was way too happy you did “surrender”.

Too happy you gave him your heart, finally.

Too happy you realized that he was ready to give his entire being to you, and to see you were willing to do so too...

Too happy. You always made him too happy. And damn he was glad he didn’t give up, glad he stayed even when you were being a bitch to him (and it was only fair, as he would be quite an ass to you in the future as well, being a man with a lot of issue...but you’d never give up either).

And here, laying in his bed with you in his arms, he never regretted that long chase after you. Never.

For now, you’re opening one eye, then the other, and make that cute “waking up” face he loves so much...

-Hey Broosh...

-Hey my love.

You smile hazily, still a bit dazed and tired. And he can’t help but holding you a bit tighter, submerged by a wave of love for you.

In those kind of moments, he understood why you made it so difficult for him to catch your heart. It made everything even more worth it...

And as you snuggle against him, he can’t help but sappily think he’s the happiest man on Earth, and he’s oh so glad he caught the most beautiful and amazing creature in the World.

You.

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Just a really shitty thing that was supposed to be a mini-fic but isn’t...I feel like it’s too long and stupid. And it doesn’t make sense ? Like it’s unnatural ? I don’t know I just had a random spurt of inspiration and wrote everything without planing stuffs (as usual) and didn’t re-read and just wrote words after words without thinking so...yeah, might be very crappy.

As usual, feedbacks are very VERY welcomed.

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phoenixisstrange · 5 years

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The Best Day Forever: Chapter 2

The sound of the news 12 anchorwoman echoes in my head. “This weekend is going to be a hot one. Anyone planning on traveling west towards the coast should take care to leave a little bit early because of heavy delays along all major highways.” I drift in and out of consciousness and finally give up. I check my phone at around 8:30 after staring at the ceiling from the couch for 3 hours, I barely slept a wink. My mind was wired I couldn’t figure out if I was going batshit or if I was actually trapped in a temporal loop. I mean, that would be cool because then that would mean that time loops do exist BUT not cool because of the fact that I would be caught in one by myself. My phone buzzes to life with a message from Iz, “what are you talking about? wine night didn’t happen hunny”. I’m wigged. “Must’ve dreamt it! Ladies night soon hunnies.” I reply.

“OK Phoenix… This is the sitch, yesterday was FRIDAY. You accidentally skipped work and today is SATURDAY. Wine night was just a dream because you have been missing Cree and Iz lately…” I am rambling to myself in the dark. Yes, that will spare my sanity. I get ready since sleep isn’t happening and go outside at around 9. Once again, the forest is roaring with life and so is the mother next door… “BRANDY STOP MOVING AND PUT YOUR DAMN FLIP FLOP ON. WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE”…. I need to leave. I go to the store, I begin piling snacks and random food items into my cart. It’s been a while since I’ve been food shopping so this is OK.

“Ice cream and wine. Check.” I say to myself. Drink myself out of the loop. Yeah, that’ll work. So I’m at the store and I see this really cute girl staring intently at a box of Gushers. For a second, it’s as if my world isn’t imploding on itself and I’m just at the store looking at a beautiful girl I’d like to know. She’s small, got long, silky chocolate brown hair that falls around her face perfectly. We make eye contact she flips her hair gives me and my wine bottles a look and smirks at me. “The bigger the bottle the bigger the problem huh?” she jokes. “No bottle will solve this problem but at least it’ll make me forget about it.” She chuckles and walks away. I buy my wine bottles and go home to forget what day it is.

Listen, I won’t lie, I like to party. I love day drinking. But cracking open a fresh bottle of wine the size of a bowling pin at 10 am by myself after realizing I may never live to see tomorrow is new for me. I can’t say I hate it. I sit on the couch. The News 12 anchor-bitch is still blabbering about the family cookout that is supposed to take place tomorrow, too bad. I drunkenly type away on my laptop scouring darkest corners of the internet to find out anything about time loops that exist outside of science fiction. Turns out, not many people who find themselves in my situation take to Reddit to write about it... I take notes from the Twilight Zone subreddit because at this point I’m desperate for answers. My quest for information bears no fruit. I did learn that a time loop is different from a causal loop, which would occur because of a previous event. My situation however, is anomalous and is unrelated to anything as far as I know. I’ve started a fresh note on my laptop titled “The Best Day Forever! :))”, this is where I dump everything I know about the situation. So far, I know that this loop resets but I don’t know the interval or the trigger. Everything that I interact with seems to stay the same with the exception of people, they don’t remember our interactions. The coffee I made the first go around was still in the pot when I went for coffee round 2. People and things outside of my control reset as if they’re characters in a video game who have a script and a path. I begin thinking, dangerous thinking.

“Why is this happening? Why to me?” I ask aloud as if someone is going to answer me. At this point, I wouldn’t be shocked if I got an answer from some omniscient voice.

“What is the point of all of this?” I ask out loud again. Then I begin to think of everything I had done leading up to the moment I woke up on the morning of July 23rd the first time. My memory is extremely fogged, almost non-existent. I’m struggling to produce even the vaguest memory of anything that happened before Saturday. Was it raining yesterday? Did I even leave my house yesterday? I don't know. Come to think of it I don't remember much of anything before Saturday. I don’t know how I got this house, I don't know who Iz and Cree are except that we’re friends and have wine nights. I don’t know Carter…But I do. It’s as if these memories were fabricated. I remember the facts, I, Phoenix own this house in this Pacific Northwestern town and I am a Barista at a local coffee shop. I moved to this town after graduating in hopes to pursue my dream of opening my own shop and building a house in the forest. Anything beyond that is smudged. I can make out the memory if I hyper-focus. But even then it’s just the blueprint of a life, there are no details. I’m spiraling, existential crisis mode has initiated and now I’m just stressed out and drunk at 1 in the afternoon. I need air. I step outside and check my phone. The time is exactly 1:27 pm and a blue Subaru drives down my road with a big old husky hanging out the window living his best life. I start down the road towards the forest.

#writing #My writing #short story #storytelling #fiction #science fiction #phoenix #phoenixwrites #time travel #dreams #dream journal #wip

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sweetcatmintea · 6 years

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Brb

Here’s another short story for you guys! (It’s very short because I was sick and wanted something a little easier)

The text format is important to the story so I made fake screenshots. They’re a bit long so they continue under the cut. There’s also a purely typed version beneath that for people who have difficulty with images. I loved this idea, but I don’t think I stuck the landing <.<;; Anyways, I hope you enjoy! (Feedback is appreciated!)

(Also, this was partially inspired by conversations with @inkovert)

Words: 732

Typed version:

Recipient: Best Fren

Today 9:37pm

Sent: Heeyy! We haven’t seen each other in forever T-T We gotta remedy that!

Received: I know, I know! We should catch a movie or smth Are you free this weekend? Or do you have another essay

Sent: Nope! Last essay was done yesterday~ I’m freeeeee :D I think the weekend would work for me ^u^ ^u^

Received: Good to hear Sweet!

Sent: Soooo How was your day? You had that super strict prof. hey?

Received: Nah, that was yesterday I had the hippie one today It was good tho. He forgot that we had like 20 readings assigned and when on this long speel about how mochas are an affront to nature lolz

Sent: Speel?

Received: Shuddup. I’m not an English major. You got my point >:T

Sent: Yeah yeah, whatever excuse you want ;p What’s his problem with mocha’s?? They’re so good :o (I want one now <.<;;)

Received: Idk, something about you have coffee /or/ hot chocolate, you shouldn’t have both at once (imagine that shruggy emoticon. I don’t have him saved) Tbh I fell asleep a little their

*there

Sent: eue

Received: shuddup

Sent: ;) Uni feels. Hows your cat?? The new one (I forgot his name orz orz) Photo plz?

Received: !!! She’s so good yo (If good means is a tiny demon bent on destroying my home but gets away with it because she’s cute <u<;;;;;) Her name is king!!

No photos, my phone is full >~<

Sent: Aww! She’s perfect!!!

Dude, again?

Received: Look,,, life be like that sometimes

Sent: gosh

Received: XP

There she goes again She’s makin a racket

How’s so much chaos stored in such a tiny package??

Sent: She’s probably grumpy you were at uni allll day instead of with her

Received: Q-Q I need to do the study tho

Sent: She is unaffected by your mortal delemnas

Dilemnas?

Dilemmas

There we go

Received: eue

Sent: shuddup

I can take her off your hands for you >;3

Received: Nuuuu! She’s my goblin >:(

Sent: Hahaha

Received: You’re terrible

Sent: I know ;p

Received: I’ve had such a long day and you just make fun of me TTnTT I want my money back (;p)

Sent: Aww :( What happened?

Received: Nothing much, honest, it’s just been a Day

Sent: Ah yeah,

Received: Woke up late, (I need a new alarm or smth), roommate left the milk out last night so I have no milk, tripped over King tryin to leave so I had to spend ten minutes trying to apologise @-@

Uni was ok but when I was walking back I kept hearing things so I had to pause my music a bunch and the battery died ughhhh

Sent: Dude, that sucks Your roommate is the worst >:( I’m sure King knows it was an accident!

Received: It’s not too bad, just a notsogreat day. Thanks tho. Ikr. She’s out tonight thank satan. If I had to listen to one more murderer docco while I’m tryin to sleep, they’d have to update it with my name =_=

It’s probably why she’s knocking so much stuff over. Sighh it’s a good thing all my stuff is cheap I guess

Sent: Hahaha yeah yeah, you’re so scary :p I’ll help you hide the body, the courts would understand :3

She’s redecorating for free!

Received: One sec, that was a loud one. She’s probably bin diving. I gotta sort this out

Sent: Noo! Let her unleash her chaotic potential!!

Today 10:02 pm

Sent: That must be one big mess. I don’t envy you :T

Today 10:15 pm

Sent: Bro?

Today 10:30 pm

Sent: I’m guessing you lost your phone (again) or fell asleep … No worries! Text me when you can ^u^

Received: I’m back.

Sent: Yayy!! Did you sort out King?

Received: Yes. What is your address again?

Sent: ? Don’t you have it already?

Received: No. I checked.

Sent: Ohhh,, did your phone eat my contact again? I swear, the universe is against our Very Good friendship >:T Don’t worry, I’ll meet you @ the train station like usual :3

Received: I don’t have it. I want to meet at your house.

Sent: I mean, yeah ok, but..You good?

Received: Yes.

Sent: Ok, but, you sure?? You kinda sound… Idk

Received: I am fine :). I don’t have your address to meet up and see a movie.

Sent: Ok, I don’t want to press it or anything, and I totally get that you might not want to talk about it but, well, you didn’t do the @ joke and you sound kinda… sad? so if you decide you’re not ok and you wanna vent a little, feel free to hit me up, k? :)

Received: Ok. What’s your address?

Sent: I’ll send it, two secs

#short story #original story #creepy #Sunday storytime #writing #writblr #stand alone #ask to tag #my story

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shytiff · 3 years

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Mar 2022

1 - woke up late. seared chicken breasts that i bought from hypermart. ate chicken tauge and rice for lunch and chicken cheese sandwich and banana for dinner.

2 - morning shift at the triage. muesli for breakfast. a patient’s family got mad at me for not examining the patient lol. worked on Prof’s PPT and finally sent it at like 1-.30-ish pm

3 - picked up blanket laundry using nessa’s bike. ate two banana chocolate sandwich and felt sooo full. a safe afternoon shift, themed neurology lmao. got to eat my packed food of chicken, tauge and rice. got to pray isya too so all there’s left to do is shower. except i have to do some revision for Prof’s PPT.

4 - woke up at 5 am due to some weird dreams. prayed subuh. read eruri fic and tried to sleep again at 6.30- ish. woke up at 11. rheza fkui 2016 interviewed me for some start up competition. washed tri’s scrub. ate some muesli. sent the revision of Prof’s PPT. lazed and then slept again. its evening. ate 1 egg and cheese sandwich and 1 ceres sandwich. talked a bit with renata about resistance workout. purchased gift for fianti. night shift with the best team ever lol

5 - i find it difficult to nap in a short time limit huft so i didnt get to sleep. immediately packed my stuff, changed my clothes, packed muesli in my mcd tumblr and i arrived at the usual bus place at 07.05. surprisingly it only took ~2 ish hours to reach rest area. napped a bit at home. woke up hungry and ate mom’s tuna and egg sandwich. off to puri to meet up with friends (nila amel ratna maul) at seirockya. turns out maul picked up the bill for us ehehe yayy free ramen. at that point i felt suuuper full at the end of the meal. prayed, and we went to masterpiece karaoke 6 mins away (315k for 2 hrs). we alternated between dance-y songs and soft ballad-y songs lol. goyang dombret made me feel tired. sholat maghrib and waited for emir at nila’s place. felt sleeepy at bed. its the first time in a long time i feel sleepy immediately after entering bed

6 - woke up 11-ish. put myself together and ate. slept. played my phone. suddenly its evening. its difficult to sleep at night bcs of that evening and morning nap. finished reading The Companion. wept at the 2nd to last ch lmao. basically what i did today was just sleeping ahaha ;_; didnt even do borang

7 - left the house 5.10. talked lots with mom abs business etc etc and suddenly we arrived. thankfully there was no traffic along the highway. mom made sausage spaghetti for bfast yay. ate that and went to MCU. my vocal cord felt tired lol. went back to mess at 12, cooked sausage, egg and kangkung for lunch. back at the mcu at 14.30 and explained some mcu results. shopped online a bit today. listened to liqo while laying down and i end up fallng asleep and waking up close to 20.00 pm lolll. ate egg and cheese sandwich and its probably the best tasting sandwich ive ever made lol. drank protein and tried to sleep again but end up sleeping at 12 ish again, always, hufttt

8 - woke up at 8. i remember waking up when my alarm woke and i was not too sleepy but i end up sleeping again. i need to pull myself together. ate the last portion of muesli and granola. watched rob and zoe press junket on youtube lol, today’s shift theme is surgery lol. got 2 appendicitis patient, one was for OK cito that day at 22. met dr Enny and dr Gin Gin.

9 - woke up at 9-10ish. mustered the courage to go out and buy egg and some other stuff. fried chicken and rice for lunch. im not motivated to do anything. arirang for dinner. binged some jerome-hitomi youtube vids. night shift at the triage with detri. quite safe

10 - got to lay down a bit at 5 am. kak yustin told the morning shift peeps about an accident that turned out to be a murder case. i walked a bit to palm hills, ate nasi uduk (and saw kak labib lol) and chatted with ibu nya, walked back, bought veggies. showered. sleep and woke up 13.30. ate 2 piece of oatchoco accompanied by chocolate milk. rly rly shouldve did laundry and ran at the evening but i ended up closing my eyes again. suddenly its close to maghrib. boiled carrots and green beans and fried fish nugget. felt full. and i ate some black thunder after. read some eruri fics and dj lol.still cant bring myself to do anything. typing this at 22.45 and i havent washed my hair and did the TWO things on my to do list today: hair wash and laundry. huftttt

11 - woke up late. finally managed to do some laundry. went to hypermart and bought some snacks. i somehow felt rly refreshed after going out, so much that i tidied up my table and opened up my laptop. also set up with snacks and matcha latte. did borang while watching belle. its a meh movie, with a rly nice animation and songs. tried to sleep early but always end up sleeping late

12 - morning shift. hurriedly cooked sausage for bento. its a nice vibe at the beginning of the shift until patients gradually come in. jajan cakwe. drank leftover matcha latte after shift. was in a nice mindset that dat, after shift. but im sleepy. wanted to run but ended up doing a bike ride for a bit. its fucking tiring lmaoo. cooked chicken (wrong chicken lol) for evening food. i basically tidied up nicely after isya and was settled in bed at 8 pm, but i read eruri fic, went pass my sleepy phase, and ended up not being able to sleep, eating 3 pieces of bread and sleeping at 1 astagaaaaa

13 - woke up at 9-ish. ‘prepare’ webinar (acls by dr radit) by iluni. bought ayam geprek master and yall it tasted nice but its been a while since i had that much oil in one time lol. will have it for lunch and dinner lol. started reading Monster by Naoki Urasawa and it boggles my mind. went in it blind and im surprised to find the MC was a neurosurgeon lol. afternoon shift. 2 code blues back to back on the beds that was across of each other. 1 code blue followed by the other within minutes. well, talk about applying the webinar knowledge.. slept at like 1 bcs of manga lol

14 - somehow i could wake up for subuh prayer. tried to sleep again but cant, so i read manga again. nap again. cooked chicken fillet and sauteed veggies. ate it with leftover ayam geprek sambal yay some actual taste lol. its not that my food taste bad x))) its just softly tinted with flavor. triage for the night shift with kak jess kak rezha.

15 - first time actually napping during shift. thankfully, i woke up when pak satpam said “dok ada pasien”. but surprisingly naps make you feel sleepy after shift, compared with no sleep at all. slept and woke up at 12. originally planned to go to cafe but i feel like i cant go to cafe when i just woke (i have to leave at 1ish to maximize hangout time lol) so maybe 2mrw. ate some bread to fill my belly a bit. heated up fillet and veggies for meal about 3 hrs later. binge read Monster again and i finally finished it. its amazing and mind boggling and the ending is ughhhhh. opened my laptop a bit and filled some borang. cant bring myself to think and work on ppt

16 - Went to Jannor and got my usual order. Unfortunately it was a bit rowdy that day, the patrons, lol. Some progress but less than usual if im on a cafe. Went to hypermart to buy kimchi but turns out online was cheaper so online it is. Had dinner at the nasgor place near indomaret. Bought kwetiaw special. Declined the drink lol so much that the seller insist i had a drink and said it was free lmaooo

17 - MCU today. muesli and some mini danish for breakfast. ate somay for the afternoon, with some more danish lol. bought sate padang for dinner. ordered a hotel lolll first time booking a hotel for my own self

18 - Afternoon shift. A bit more chaos than usual in the second quarter lol. did some more ppt work at night. called with ara and ical. tri joined and we end up talking about that murder case found in IGD. Talked and did PPT until my head hurts. its probably masuk angin.

19 - woke up. did laundry. showered. end up doing ppt work at jannor anyway after zuhur lol. redeemed my 30 points for 7500 and tried vol. II kopi susu. as i thought, the original one is more delicious lol. vol II is more bitter. i think i dont rly like vanilla flavored coffee bcs i dont really taste the vanilla. did some more ppt in mess and sent the first draft to Prof. tried to nap before night shift but couldnt. busiest triage this month huffff. never rly had relaxed downtime until like 3.30 am. theres some moment to breathe here and there.

20 - ate mie rebus, showered, got some cash at the atm, off to jakarta. soo sleepy that i keep on entering and exiting consciousness lol. woke up at serang (panickedly asked the bapak beside me where we were), woke up at the highway, and then suddenly its kb. jeruk. the kind bapak reminded my that kb jeruk is near. thankyou kind bapak :D took gojek to N hotel to leave my tote bag. walked to KFC. ordered super besar 4 and cream soup. cant manage to finish the fries. already fulllll. the cream soup is the nice liquid i need to stomach the burger and wings. hung out there to wait for the check in time. opened my laptop until the point when i cant handle the sleepiness anymore. checked in (apparently you dont need to literally wait for 14 sharp to checkin). short nap. a bit of ppt work. Prof requested a bit of change to the topic’s focus. oh welp. off to claypot. ate claypot ayam telur mentah and its rly nice for my wacked gums and growing molars. arrived at GI, prayed maghrib and waited for the movie. there was a BTS x Coway gallery and lounge! its a shame there’s no standee of jjk characters lol. its my first time trying out 4dx and its FUCCKIN AWESOME especially on the last fight of yuuta vs geto. arrived and done showering at the hotel at like 10. i shouldve just slept immediately but i play with my phone..... ;_; and suddenly its 11/12 pm. had difficulty sleeping bcs there were A LOT of mosquitoes, so much that my face was bitten in multiple spots and i got awoken like twice or thrice.

21 - morning finally arrived. arrived at harmoni at about 6.45 and arrived in kalideres in a quick and breezy 25-30 mins. went to pkm kalideres for my teeth complaints. the dr gave rujukan and some meds. picked up by mom. ate nasi tim. finished the ppt (its so hard to find the will to) and sent it. 1 hr nap and its evening. went to hangout with clara at her house. we ate pecel lele and had quarter life crisis. picked up by emir at 7 pm. slept at 11-12ish.

22 - woke up a bit late to go to hermina. got number 70 in queue. ate my Subway sandwich while waiting. huh, it makes you feel full. but turns out even with bpjs i still have to book the doctor first so i cant go that day. so i went back and slept again lol. and then i had to go back to cilegon. dad and mom drove me. ate spaghetti along the way. the afternoon shift was a bit chaotic during maghrib times huft. ate mom’s muffin. and then its finally over. had some thooots about life priorities during the staring-at-the-ceiling time before sleeping

23 - woke up. ate oven-baked chicken katsu (fried ones taste so much more better lol), kimchi and rice. ate muesli just before shift. today’s afternoon shift is much more bearable than the previous day. ate mom’s muffin again for dinner. drank protein and talked with renata about our future after iship huuhu. crisis is basically everywhere.

24 - prayed subuh and slept again. ate muesli. went to BNI with mendel for rekening insentif. tried soto damkar (28 + 6K rice). it tasted nice and fulfilling and my stomach just loves soupy warm meal. evening nap. ate katsu + rice + kimchi and katsu + fries + kewpie for dinner lmao. kewpie just taste superior and so fucking good i dont know why. sent email to request for efin. filled this tumblr. BORANG HEYYY

25 - i think i basically did nothing today. night shift today at the triage.

26 - slept at like 1 am. woke up at 5.30 for morning shift. felt sooo sleepy. renata cooked seaweed soup and fried noodlezzz so i get to eat them after shift. tri renata and i went to maurice. tried salted caramel and tiramisu ice cream, and cadbury cheese cake. the texture of the cheese is a bit weird but it improved when put to the freezer.

27 - morning shift again with the same team of nurses (the kind ones uyey). the flow of patient was not a lot (thankfully!!) that i even get to listen to songs with pak jul lol and got like 2 hrs of absolutely nothing to do. nessa is already back and she bought bakmi acang!! yay. its deliciouss. didnt go to the cafe eventually lol

28 - cooked the last 2 katsu in the oven. ate them with kewpie (kewpie is so fucking delicious) and packed one of them for later on the shift. did laundry after stalling for like 1 or 2 days lol. evening shift with kak rezha and kak andri. there was quite a lot of patients, that eventually eased out at the last 2 hrs. i rly need to sleep immediatelyy but i ended up reading more fanfic LOLLL

29 - woke up at 4.30-ish. ate indomie and tidied my stuff. off to damkar at 6.30 by gojek (since maxims were all far away). arrived at rest area at 8 am. turns out mom already registered me so all i had to do is come and register at the policlinic. got called at 930 ish. the doctor noticed that i went to hermina when it was newly opened lol (mom said when i was about 3). he said i got impacted molars on the left bottom. so i had to get x-rayed first. did the panoramic xray and mom picked me up. ate nasgor. did some borang. relaxing at my room is always the besttt.

30 - woke up at 7 ish. ate mom’s nasgor. originally planned to take my radiography first but i guess it would have to wait since im already running late. took TJ to galnas and met up with fianti. saw 2 exhibitions. took TJ to sarinah from gambir 2. saw the rooftop and the mall. took gocar to kokas. ate fishnco (platter and caesar salad). felt so fulllll. played at amazing town. we finished at about 15.30. fi went home and i figured my way to ashta. took TJ (turns out there’s a small bus so there’s TJ even though there’s no obvious stop). but i took the wrong way (left from kokas). i should’ve went right. eventually got to patra jasa halte and then took the blok M one to bundaran senayan. walked ~12 mins to ashta. met up with regen. saw an exhibition and turns out the artist was there lol. regen said “when they said ‘culture’ it was our cue to leave”. sat at ashta marketplace. regen irun gave me a nanami cake omgggggg. talked a bit. and we moved to bakerman. bought some to bring home and tried nutella croffle with ice cream there. talked a bit, others did some borang. and then it was time to go home bcs mom picked me up

31 - woke up. prayed. slept again. woke up at 11-ish. lazed and played with my phone 2-3 hrs. there was a looming thought in me to, like, open your laptopp. but i didnt. ate at like 3-ish pm. ate some of the bakerman croissant. opened the package clara sent me, its a cute laptop sleeve. relaxed again. a bit of nap again loll. and then suddenly its 6 pm. prayed maghrib and then i would have to go back to CLG (the car is used 2mrw since dad’s going to the office).

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khh-writings · 7 years

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Trapped

Who: Boo

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Hii! Happy Christmas/Holidays everyone! I bring you a new Bloo one today because yes, I’m obssesed with this guy here. I don’t know how I came up with this idea, but here it is, some fluffly angsty af scenario. Hope you like it and, as always, sorry for any mistake I made. Love you all <3.

Your phone screen lighted up. You had received a message. It was 4 AM and you were at home. As always, your sleeping habits were strange, and you used to stay awake until really late. You picked your phone distracted, as you kept your eyes on the TV. “Shall we see each other?” That message didn’t surprise you at all. You used to receive the same exact message twice or three nights a week. You honestly didn’t feel to see him that night. However, you simply answered with a “yeah”. 15 minutes later, he knocked on your door. You turned the TV off and opened the door. You saw him right there, with his smile that could melt ice and a smell of smoke and alcohol. He didn’t even say hi. His arms suddenly wrapped you, and almost without noticing when happened, his tongue was playing with yours. Still holding you, he managed to close your door with his leg and guide you to your room. He knew the way perfectly, even without any light. Seconds later, he pushed you softly, and you fell on your bed. "You look really sexy in your pajamas, did you know?" "I know, you say that quite a lot." He wasn’t able to see much of you, a half moon being the only thing illuminating your room… But he knew. He knew everything about your pajamas, your body, your face… He knew exactly what gesture would you do. He knew what to do to make you moan or scream as he pleased and whenever he pleased. You smiled, your mood totally changed.

You opened your eyes, slowly. The sun entered your room, illuminating everything, especially him. Daniel was totally asleep, a peaceful expression on his face. You touched his moon tattoo, half distracted with your thinking. Yes, he knew everything physical about you. However, he didn’t know what were your favourite food, colour or movie. He didn’t care about those things. At first, you didn’t care, either. You both had met at a party. Mkit Rain had had a concert that night in a club, and they were celebrating after it. You had attended the show, as you were a fan of them. However, you could have never imagined what would happen. Almost without realising, you were on your way home, with your rapper crush. You hadn’t expected much… Just one-night stand. You gave him your phone number and it would have ended there… If it wasn’t for that night that you happened to be still awake at almost 5 AM, and he texted you. Then that weird situation started to become a routine. He texting you drunk late at night. You not being able to say no because you are trapped. Him coming. You waking up before him and either going to work or pretending to be asleep when he woke up. You looked at him, confused as always. You didn’t want to be his fuck girl, but somehow you couldn’t say no to him. It was as if he had some kind of aura that attracted you and trapped you, not letting you escape nevermore. He moved slighty. You closed your eyes and turned your back fast. Then you waited, as usual. Soon after that, he woke up. You heard as he got up and got dressed, in complete silence. In a couple of minutes, he would be gone, and you could get back to your normal life. Everything as usual. However, that time something different happened. You heard him approaching your side of the bed. You heard him kneel. You almost got nervous, not knowing was he was going to do, but you managed to control yourself. Then you felt a soft kiss on your forehead. Seconds later you heard your door closing. The smell of smoke stayed there for a bit, reminding you that he wasn’t a dream. That kiss was something new.

3 AM "Shall we see each other?" "Don’t feel like it" "Why?" "Tired. Going to sleep" "Ok" You looked at your phone. You were tired, but mentally. "Sleep well" "Ty" You had come to a really difficult decision. You would never be able to separate from him if you kept seeing him everywhere. You deserved better, no matter how good he made you feel, how his smile made your heart flutter, how he made you react when he touched you. No. You definitely deserved something else. That was why you rejected him the next couple of days. It was really difficult, he had never text you for so many consecutive days. It made you have hopes and you definitely couldn’t. You had stopped listening to his songs, you had unfollowed him on every social media, you deleted some pics of him you had on your phone. You did everything you had to, but block him on kakao. You didn’t know if it was because you didn’t want to totally lose him or because you were expecting his reaction: either start ignoring you or asking for an explanation. And still, when he texted you at 6 PM… It didn’t put your heart at ease, it made you totally angry. "If you don’t want to see me anymore you can just say it" Well, he could text an afternoon to reprimand you for your behaviour but not for a simple "hi" or "let’s have a coffee" like fucking normal people do. "Okay, don’t want to see you anymore" "Why? Don’t feel like it?" "Yeah, don’t feel like it" Idiot. "And there isn’t any good reason? Are u simply tired of how do I fuck?" Ok, that was enough. You exploded. "Yes, I’m tired. I’m tired of being you fuck girl" "You’re not" Oh, really? "Then why do you just call at night, when you are drunk after partying and haven’t got any other girl? You can tell where do I have every mole on my skin and recognise every pajamas I own, but you can’t say my favourite colour, food or movie. Jesus. Would u even remember my name if it wasn’t because you have my contact saved on your phone? Yes. I’m tired."

5 minutes, 10 minutes. No answer.

Really, fucking idiot. "Don’t talk to me anymore, don’t come here ever again." Read. No answer.

You spent the next half an hour crying, sitting on your couch. It was over, it was finally over. You had tell him everything about how you felt, and he hadn’t even answered. He didn’t deserve you. You knew. And still… Why did it feel so empty?

Someone knocked on your door. Your heart started racing as crazy. You didn’t had to open to know who was it, you knew it perfectly. "I told you not to come here ever again. Go away." "Please open the door, let’s talk." "I’m surprised you remembered my address without being drunk, or are you drunk right now?"

Yes, you wanted to hurt him, hurt him as much as you could.

"Your favourite colour/ your favourite movie/ and your favourite food."

"What?" It couldn’t be. "Those are your favourite colour, movie and food. And I know more about you, open the door, please." "Why should I?" "Please." You gave up. You opened the door and he came in, closing it behind him. You sat on your couch, far from him, not inviting him to do so. "Don’t cry… Please." "Stop asking for things. You have no right." "Y/N please." "Daniel, please." You answered exhausted. He remained silent for a minute, looking at you without tearing his eyes away from you. You didn’t looked at him, but couldn’t help but ask. "How did you know those things?" "Come on, your house, pajamas, clothes… You have a lot of merchan. You are usually watching that movie when I come over and you post on Instagram what you eat almost all the time… "Stalker." You smiled slightly, he also did. "You know? I know more things about you." "Oh, really? Like what?" "Like that I’m the only one who can ease your nightmares at night by hugging you. I know that some days, when I don’t come over, you go to work without even sleeping. I know that you hate crowded places and can’t stand idiots, that ’s why you don’t party that much. I know that you pout when you don’t like nor don’t want something, but you don't even realise… "Okay, now I look that you feel some kind of human appreciation towards me. That makes me feel a lot better." He looked at you, suspicious, but now, you were totally honest. You didn’t need to hide anything anymore. "I’m serious, but this doesn’t change the fact that I’m your fuck girl and I don’t want to be it anymore." "You are not, I told you." "I don’t believe you." "Y/N I don’t text you only when I’m drunk and after partying. And I swear I haven’t touched another girl since I met you." You looked at him. Now it was you who looked at him. You couldn't believe it. Your stupid heart started to beat strongly again. You didn’t say a word. "And you know what?" He continued. He approached you slowly, as if he feared your reaction. But he finally sat by your side. What?" "I know that my heart reacts exactly like yours, that I do know every mole on your body because I love counting them while I touch them and the sun makes your skin shine. I know every piece of clothes you have, not just pajamas because yes, I’m your fucking stalker. And I know I get drunk before coming because if I was sober, I would never dare to come here and stain you with my fucked up life. You were without words. Now the tears ran through your face again. "And fuck it, I know that today I should have let you escape from me, but I’m too selfish to lose you. So… if u still feel something for me, please, don’t lock me away." "Why?" "Because I’m trapped." "So do I."

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Big Apple 3

Part 1 Part 2 (1 + 2 were a slooow start on this one I know ...)

Madge woke to the voices of her neighbors carrying through the apartment wall. Her head hurt. She needed to pee and she was dehydrated. She cracked her eyes open and immediately regretted it. The sunlight through the window seemed obscenely bright. Too much margarita.

She should’ve taken a water bottle last night. Instead she had limited herself to what fit in the tiny cute purse, which was by far the best accessory for the club-worthy dress. The bar had been so crowded she hadn’t gotten enough water. She scrunched her eyes closed and pulled the blanket over her head.

She’d had some water though. She remembered Thom’s friend Gale handing her a glass. Unless he’d roofied it! she thought. Suddenly she was wide awake. But no, that didn’t make sense. He was gay. And she was alone, in her own bed, wearing normal pajamas and not feeling at all abused - except for the hangover. Grumpy, she peered out from the blanket enough to grab her phone from next to the bed. Luckily she’d remembered to plug it in.

Shit. It was after noon already. She blearily stared at her phone until she could make sense of the icons on the screen.

Her feeds showed a bunch of pictures from the night before, thanks mostly to Thom. She had a couple new friend requests and a few requests accepted. In the accepted category were Rue Jones, Beetee Mortara, and Venia Curlew. In the friend request category were Cashmere Coulson and Gale Hawthorne. Madge didn’t really remember much about Cashmere, but she was “friends” with Thom, Venia, and Beetee. The only mutual “friend” with Gale was Thom. No surprise there. But she wasn’t sure that Thom befriending his exes transferred to her.

She looked at his public pics. She remembered him being around a lot the night before. She thought back and recalled lots of chatting and laughing with Thom’s friends, including Gale, but was that really reason enough to friend him? She decided to wait until later to deal with the friend requests. She scrolled mindlessly through her news feed for a bit before she switched apps to check her texts.

There were two new notifications: one from Thom and one from an unknown number. Weird. She opened Thom’s first. Just the usual back and forth about making it home safely and some vague messages from him about the night before. At the moment, she really didn’t care. Then she opened the other. 212-867-5309 2:28am thanks for a fun nite did you get home OK? 212-867-5309 2:42am Thom says you texted him so I guess you’re off the hook. Goodnight princess 212-867-5309 11:02am um this is Gale btw Madge stared. Princess? Oh shit. What had she told him? Or had Thom? Almost automatically Madge went about changing the name of the contact to his name instead of the number. But she was distracted thinking about him calling her princess. Thom knew about her 3 misguided years of princess pageant competitions and the state “Little Miss Princess” crown she’d won when she was nine, before the cancer changed things. Thom had heard far more than anyone should have to after her mom’s relapse. But that was years ago, and even though she knew it amused him, she didn’t think he’d have brought it up. Plus, she’d been surrounded by beautiful people in the entertainment industry last night. Pageant stories would have gone over much better than cancer lab stories.

Madge closed her eyes and it came back to her. Someone - it was Cashmere, Madge thought - had been talking about stage moms. And Madge had a few stories about stage moms. So she had divulged that little history. It was not exactly her deepest darkest secret but it wasn’t exactly the first impression she wanted to make on these new people either. But now she remembered. Gale had been there, he’d called her princess then too. An image of him from the night before crystallized in her mind, his face bright with laughter, magnetic eyes that took her breath away. Shit, she blushed just to remember.

Maybe if she was lucky, they would all have collective amnesia about last night. Or she’d just never talk to him again. Or anyone else who’d been in earshot. Shit.

She put down the phone and decided to finally roll her butt out of bed. After getting cleaned up and eating some cereal, she shlepped a bag of laundry down to the laundry room only to find that of course, all the machines were taken. There was a guy in one of the chairs reading a book, and a basket of filthy looking laundry next to him, so Madge just gave up and went back upstairs. She lazed around for the afternoon and managed to claim an empty laundry machine after dinner. She settled down with her current book - Lab Girl, a book her dad had sent with her. He’d probably picked it based on the title. She’d just rotated the first load and started the second when her phone pinged. Thom 9:40pm What’s happening Madge 9:41pm Laundry Thom 9:42pm Laundromat? Madge 9:42pm In bldg basement Thom 9:44pm Nice! That’s better at least Madge 9:45pm Last night was fun. I’m glad you talked me into it. How r u? Thom 9:45pm <link> It linked to a YouTube clip of Kevin Sorbo, in Hercules, screaming “disappointed!” Madge laughed at the virally-misinterpreted homage to Kevin Kline. If you chose to believe Sorbo’s version of events, which Madge did.

Madge 9:46pm Teehee Feeling misunderstood? Thom 9:48 pm my lot in life. But woman, the thing about today is that we both went home alone last night and now it’s a miserable day and I had to wake up to the vocal stylings of Annie and Finn going at it next door. Again. And I wouldn’t have even gotten out of bed but I had a stupid matinee which I hate.

Madge 9:48pm Sorry :-/ So how’d it go? Did you get any sleep last night? Thom 9:49pm I got some and I’m home now so crashing soon. You’re totally missing the point I don’t need sleep a need a fuck I’m such a mess listen to me blathering What did you think of Gale you two talked a lot Madge 9:50pm Yeah he seemed nice Thom 9:51pm He’s hot right Madge 9:53pm Totally hot, last night was like a beautiful person parade I can’t believe you let me tell stage mom stories Thom 9:55pm You know I love those stories They’re really not as embarrassing as you think Madge 9:56pm Maybe in your world I have enough trouble as it is fighting pretty blonde girl syndrome at work Thom 9:56pm Lucky for you it was my world last night then RIGHT? Screw them. Leave that work shit at work You do you

Madge 9:57pm Yeah yeah So ... What about that Cinna guy he seemed into you Thom 9:59pm I thought so but I dunno I need to stop worry about everything so much RIGHT Did I tell you I have 2 casting calls this week my anxiety is through the roof

Madge 10:02pm You told me but I forgot. What are they for again?

Thom 10:07pm Commercials. It’s stupid but the money is insane. If you can sell.

Madge 10:09pm Totally. I hoep they go well. If you need any help learning crazy drug names you know where to go ;-)

Thom 10:10pm Haha, that would be awesome. Watch out you might get wrangled into running lines with me again

Madge 10:12pm That was so much fun you know I’d do it again in the heartbeat. Especially if we can stay up late and eat ice cream. :)

Thom 10:14pm I’m so glad you moved here Maddie, we’re gonna have so much fun

Madge 10:15pm So much :)

Monday came and Madge went back to her weekday routine. She had finished all the paperwork and trainings at the research center, and she was finally being assigned an experiment. She wouldn’t lead it herself, as new as she was, but she was excited to finally get back in a lab, working with a couple of phd researchers who had developed the protocols. She still had at least a week or two of practicing the new methods before she began actual experiments, but it still felt like progress. She also heard from her friend Delly who wanted to know all about her exciting life in NYC - an idea the pictures from Saturday only seemed to confirm. She grilled Madge on all the people she’d met and things she’d done and claimed she had to live vicariously through Madge because grad school was so hard. Madge encouraged Delly to come for a weekend sometime.

Thursday night she joined some women from the lab at a happy hour. They went to a basement bar close to the research center, and drank cocktails that the others called “cheap” which apparently they applied to anything under ten dollars. On the upside, the coworkers were pretty friendly and she heard about lots of different subcultures in the city. One told her about contra dancing. Another was into board games … she’d even been to a board game convention the year before. One was a runner, was training for a marathon, and loved trivia nights. It was fun, learning a bit about them. By the time she said goodbye, it was almost 8 o’clock. She looked at her phone to confirm how to get to the subway, and saw a new text notification. Once Madge was on her train heading home, she opened up her phone again and replied.

Gale 6:48pm hi

Madge 8:01pm Hi How are you? Gale 8:04pm alright you? Madge 8:05pm Ok Gale 8:07pm going out this wkend? Madge 8:09pm IDK maybe OMW home from happy hour

Gale 8:10pm you should use a safety text Madge 8:15pm What’s that? Gale 8:18pm pick a string of emojis that means you’re home safe. Then you always send it after a night out. Then we know you’re really safe and it’s not some psycho who kidnapped you or stole your phone or something Madge 8:22pm Ohhkay

Madge 8:24pm How worried should I be about these psychos? Gale 8:24pm lol don’t worry too much. But you should delete that conversation just to be safe. 😉 Madge 8:25pm So do you have safety emojis? Gale 8:29pm of course Madge 8:34pm And? What are they? Gale 8:41pm um no comment Madge 8:44pm Come on! How will I know you’re home safe and not kidnapped by psychos :P (home btw)

Gale 8:47pm well don’t judge me but it’s🖕⛄️🐸

Madge 8:48pm Lol Nice one. Is there a story behind that? Gale 8:50pm it seemed good at the time what about you? Madge 8:56pm I’m looking … TBH I am not that big an emoji user I can’t really believe the options now that I’m looking. Maybe I should use 🙈🙊 Gale 8:56pm lol that’s terrible

Madge 9:07pm ok 👣🍿🎵

Gale 9:09pm 👍

#gadge #my fanfic #gadge fanfic #nyc-verse #kids these days all they do is text

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