#ok so like i had exams each day the last week and i just

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I just saw a skating show and one of the guys looked like bucky and now I NEED a yn × figure skating partner bucky one shot. With them working on a throw and he's all mad she can't land it then gets hurt and all the angst and comforting. Omg please I'll cry I love you! ❤️

Ok, I have to admit this was my first ask and I got so excited that this got a little away from me. I'd like to say I'm sorry for not putting much technical stuff about figure skating in it but I know really nothing, I did my best researching stuff but it's still not much. I hope you're happy how it turned out, if not let me know! I really just took it and ran with it, I really hope you like it. 🥹❤️

also, sorry it took me a little but my keyboard broke and I had to wait for the new one because writing on the phone I would've made too many mistakes.

On Thin Ice - Bucky Barnes x y/n Stark

Summary: you're paired with Bucky Barnes for an important competition but your negative feelings towards each other make everything much more difficult. Figure Skating AU.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Stark reader

Warnings: Bucky being an ass. Reader gets hurt. Angst. Language cause why not. Minimal use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 6.6K

A/N: I didn't proof read it honestly, I was just excited to publish it. I'm going to double check it sometime tomorrow and edit it later! ❤️

Masterlist

Being a Stark isn't always easy.

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re superheroes or anything, but being the daughter of Tony Stark meant that you always had to be not only on your best behavior but you had to be the best in general, no matter what you were doing.

It’s always been a lot of pressure growing up, but it's something you're used to at this point.

All your life there just wasn’t room for failure.

When you were little you hated it, sometimes even hated your dad for it, but you had to give it to him that it made you detail oriented and more driven and focused than most, so with time you came to be grateful for it.

His continuous badgering you into taking various lessons as a kid is also what led you to discover your passion: figure skating.

Skating was something that just somehow came naturally to you, and the more time you spent at the ice rink the more you fell in love with it.

You loved just spending hours going and going, to the point where the world blurred around you and you almost felt like you were flying.

After seeing how happy it made you, your father eased up a bit on you, but he still expected perfection, which you always worked hard to provide.

All you’ve always wanted was to make him proud of you. Which he was and never failed to mention, but you were still terrified of disappointing him.

All the pressure your last name came with was nothing compared to the pressure you put on yourself, you were always your hardest critic.

That is, at least, until you met Bucky Barnes.

You don't know why, maybe he just hates you and likes to humiliate you, but it seems like he always has something to say about your performances.

It all started the very first day you met, you were 18 at the ice rink your father decided to buy for you on your birthday the week before.

You were shocked to say the least when he told you, but he had always been better at showing his love rather than saying it, and don’t ever let it be said that Tony Stark didn’t love his daughter to death.

It was the same place where you skated for the first time when you were merely 5 years old, which you then changed for one closer to your home, but this one held so much more sentiment for you that the extra travel time was worth it, and it was also much bigger, the place where a lot of the important competitions happened. 

The Saturday after your birthday you finally had some free time having just finished exams week and finally being done with high school once and for all, so you planned to meet up with Natasha at the newly named ‘Stark’s snowland’.

Natasha was also a figure skater and you two have known each other since you were 8 years old, participating in almost a lot your competitions together, which usually ended with the two of you in first and second place.

Then Natasha started doing more and more couples competitions with various partners, but you were still always there to cheer for each other.

When she texted she was running late, you decided to just wait for her on the ice so you went inside, put on your skates and just got lost in your head, glad that the early hour meant nobody was around yet.

Then, after having done a few easy moves and having just finished an Axel, you heard some clapping coming from the entrance of the rink.

You stopped abruptly and looked for the source of the noise when you spotted a brunette cheering on you like he was at the Olympics standing beside a blonde that looked kind of embarrassed by his friends' antics.

"Didn’t realize I had an audience." you said, while moving towards them.

"Well, you should with the way you move out there." the brunette said, shamelessly checking you out shortly before receiving a smack behind his head, courtesy of blondie.

"Sorry about him. My name’s Steve," the blonde said while you tried hard not to laugh at the look his friend was giving him. "and this jerk here is Bucky." He pointed at his friend, who seemed to suddenly remember you were there because he turned to you with a charming smile while you introduced yourself.

"Is this your first time skating here?" Bucky asked "I’m sure I would remember a pretty face like yours." he then added, making you blush.

"I usually only come here for competitions, but-" before you could finish talking you heard the door behind them open and Natasha screaming "Stark!" making the boys turn around to look at her.

"Romanoff!" you greeted her, laughing.

Bucky turned back to you, face suddenly all serious, which confused you a lot since he was all flirty smiles until two seconds before. He mumbled something about having to go and almost ran away as fast as he could.

You looked at Steve who seemed as confused as you felt, gave you an apologetic smile and went after his friend. 

You didn’t have much more time to ponder on the sudden turn of events because Natasha was in her skates on record time and raring to go.

All you know is, for the rest of the day you felt Bucky’s eyes on you but every time you turned to him he had a stoic look on his face, and every word out of his mouth towards you was criticism on whatever you were doing.

And here we are now, 6 years later and nothing has changed.

Now 24 and having graduated college, you can be found at Stark’s almost everyday while you figure out the next phase of your life.

It’s honestly not bad, your dad wanted you to intern for him at Stark Industries during college so, after you graduated, you could start working for him full time, but that’s not what you wanted.

If you’re honest with yourself you do want to take over your father’s empire one day, just not yet.

You wanted to keep doing skating competitions, therefore all the free time that you had during college was spent skating. And so, as a compromise, your dad had you teach a few kid classes during the week when one of the teachers unexpectedly quit one day, and you happily agreed.

You did this for all the duration of college, after graduating you kept doing it and, to your father’s delight, took on even more classes to keep yourself a bit more occupied.

It was at the end of one of these classes that you were suddenly approached by Barnes today, which was very rare.

Usually both of you did your best to avoid each other, even when you started being there everyday, you wouldn’t give each other even a second glance, as far as you were concerned.

You’ve liked him when you first met him, but after months of him being nothing but an ass to you, you decided to stop trying and largely ignore him unless you were in a larger group that consisted of you, him, Steve, Natasha, Sam, another friend of theirs that you quickly became friends with, and Scott, a friend you made your first week of college.

Needless to say, you were baffled to see Bucky walk up to you and not immediately insult your behavior during the lesson that just ended, like he usually does when he gifts you with his presence. Instead he said "Hey Stark, can we talk?"

"Uhm… sure. What’s up, Barnes?" you say while starting to put down the cones you'll need for your next class.

"You know the couples competition that we’re having here in a few months?" he asks, following behind you. You think he looks nervous, which you find weird as Bucky Barnes is as confident as they come.

"Yeah, what about it?" You stop what you’re doing and turn around towards him, too curious to not give him all your attention.

"Well, I wanted to sign up, but it seems like I’m missing a partner.,," he says while rubbing his neck, almost embarrassed by what he’s asking.

"Don’t you usually team up with Nat?" you ask him.

"I do, but she’s gonna be out of town that day, and all the other girls are either paired up or not interested…" he explains, still not going to the point.

"Where are you going with this, Barnes?" You ask, crossing your arms in irritation at the time he was wasting while you still have things to do before your next class.

"Are you really going to make me ask?" he almost whines and, when you merely raise your eyebrow, a clearly amused face at his almost desperation, he finally gets to the point of his interruption. "Fine. Will you be my partner?"

Although you suspected where he was going, it's still a little shocking to hear him ask. Before you answer him though, you feel the need to tell him "You know I’ve never done pairs before, right? Not even outside of competitions."

"I know, but I also know you’re a fast learner." at your confused look, he elaborates "You’ve been training here for what, six years now? I’ve seen you learn pretty advanced moves in a crazy short amount of time for last minute competitions or even just for fun. And, whether I like it or not, you’re one of the best figure skaters I’ve ever met." he finishes.

That last sentence has you scoffing at him and starting to get annoyed at him "You don’t need to lie to me just to get me to agree just because you’re desperate for a partner."

"Why would you think I’m lying?" he says while having the audacity to look confused at your anger.

"You do nothing but criticize me all the time! The real question is, why would I ever think otherwise?"

"Just because I criticize you, doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re good!" he says it like was the most obvious thing in the world. "Please Y/N, I really need a partner, and, right now, you’re my only choice. Please." he adds at the end, just for good measure.

To be fair, Bucky had never been this polite or patient with you, and has never even called you by your first name, so it was clear that this was important to him, which is probably what led you to say yes.

He seemed happy for all of two seconds before going back to being the usual jerk, which made you instantly start to regret your decision, but you figured old habits die hard, you just had to be a little patient and he would get easier to work with the more he got used to this. 

Boy, were you wrong. 

For the next three months you met with Bucky three times a week, working out your routine and training sometimes even for hours.

It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before, but what really annoyed you to no end was finding out that Bucky’s favorite brand of training seemed to be complaining.

All he did was criticize every move you made, right or wrong, even the couples ones you were still learning.

You also found out that being so close to him for such long periods of time made you clumsier than ever, which did not at all help the situation.

All it took was for you to be near him enough to be surrounded by his cologne and suddenly you were falling more than usual, missing your cues and straight up forgetting the next steps of the routine, which only gave Bucky more fuel to add to the fire.

It also didn’t help that whenever Bucky asked you why you were so distracted you lost all your natural Stark sarcasm and could barely get out a sound, not knowing how to tell him even if you wanted to, which you definitely didn’t, that he was the problem.

But you somehow made it through it and, with a week to go before the competition, you had it down to a T.

Or almost.

"Damn it." you say, frustrated with yourself, after you almost fall again on the landing of the throw jump.

The problem with throw jumps is that Bucky has to pick you up and quite literally throw you in the air and, while he does that quite easily, being so close to him right before he throws you disorients you just enough to miss twists and fumble the landing.

A thing that you’d never tell Bucky, which at the moment is giving the most annoyed look you’ve ever seen on his stupidly pretty face.

"Seriously, Stark?!" He almost yells while skating closer to you. "Why the hell is this taking you so long to get right? You’ve done harder things than this both by yourself and with me, so what the hell is wrong with you?"

Like always, you don’t quite know how to respond to him, not even wanting to acknowledge the cause of your concentration problem.

"Let’s just try this again." You say, quieter than you normally would, and get in position.

Your back is turned to him but you can hear him sigh before you feel him move and position himself next to you. You nod at Scott who’s controlling the music, and he starts again.

Everything is going great, until, again you fumble the landing, but this time you fall on your knees. You can hear Scott shouting your name, so you hold a thumbs up to let him know you’re okay.

You can see Bucky getting closer to you with your peripheral vision, but don’t look up or even try to make a move to get up.

You can feel the tears starting to form in your eyes, not because it hurts, but because you’re so frustrated with yourself for not being able to do this.

You’re trying your hardest not to cry out of anger when you see Bucky’s hand in front of your face, a silent offer of help. The last thing you want to do right now is look at his stupid face, so you slap his hand away and get up on your own, ignoring Bucky almost altogether and putting yourself in position to start again from the top.

Bucky comes behind you, but this time you can feel him looking at you while he says, "We don’t have to go again. We can stop here for today." his voice much quieter than it's ever been before, which only fuels your anger more.

"The competition’s next week Barnes, unless you want us to make fools of ourselves, we need to do this until I get it right." You snapped, letting him see you angry for the first time since you started training.

He was a little shocked but didn’t say anything else while he got in position, signaling to Scott to start the music.

All you can think about at this point is the disappointment on your dad’s face if you don’t win the competition, or worse fall like you just did.

You’re not even focused on Bucky anymore, in fact you’re so distracted that you don’t even make it to the throw jump before you fall, except this time you can feel that something’s wrong as soon as you hit the ice.

You can feel pain shoot from your ankle through your whole body and get immediately dizzy, you could barely make out the lights on the ceiling, your eyes going in and out of focus.

You can hear yelling and, once you concentrated, you can make out Bucky's voice saying words like ‘stupid’ and ‘incompetent’, which made you wish you had just passed out so you wouldn’t have to hear him insult you.

Your mind seemed to clear a little and you realized your tears finally started falling at some point, but you didn’t have much time to ponder on that before you were being helped to your feet, Scott telling you he was taking you to the hospital and everything was going to be okay.

You realized Bucky was no longer next to you before you even realized you didn’t have skates on anymore and were barefoot, but you just assumed he was too mad at you to care about your ankle.

-

You’re sitting in a hospital bed with a stomp on your left foot when your dad walks in, worry all over his face.

"Hey junior, are you okay?" you roll your eyes at his nickname, surely you don’t expect Tony Stark to be any less sarcastic seeing you well enough, but you’ve begged him to drop the stupid nickname which he refuses to because ‘but you’re just like me, it's a compliment!’

"I’m okay dad, just have to wear this for a few days." you say, pointing to your foot on a pillow.

"Good. Wanna tell me what happened?" he asks, taking a seat beside your bed.

"Just landed wrong while practicing the routine with Barnes. Too distracted, kept fucking up landings." you tell him, not daring to look in his eyes.

"Pushing yourself too hard?"

He surprises you with this question, but you promptly answer it. "If I was, I would’ve been able to land all my moves correctly. If anything I’m not pushing myself hard enough."

You can’t look at his face just to see the disappointment at your failure, but when you feel his hand on yours you force yourself to look into his eyes, and, to your surprise, there's no hint of disappointment.

"You know, sweetheart, I do mean it when I say you’re just like me. And there is nothing more heartbreaking to me than looking at you and seeing the same self-destructive tendencies I have reflected on you." he wipes a tear you hadn’t realized was falling from your cheek and keeps going. "I hate that I passed that on to you. I should’ve been more careful with you. I thought that letting you know I was proud was enough, unlike my dad, but maybe I should’ve been more specific."

"What do you mean?" you ask, sniffling a bit.

"I’m not proud of you because you always come first in competitions, or because you get the highest grades. I’m proud of you because I know you always try your best and put all of yourself into everything you do. That’s what being a Stark is all about. Plus you’re my daughter so let’s be honest, I’d love you to death even if you were a high school dropout who deals fake drugs to college kids."

You laughed while drying your tears, grateful for your father’s inability to stay serious for too long.

You hug him and say "Thanks, dad. I needed that more than I thought."

You let go of him and tell him about the real reason you couldn’t concentrate: the long-haired asshole with eyes so blue you felt like you were flying in the sky while looking at them, and like you were drowning the second he opened his mouth to say shit about you.

Of course you didn’t put it on those exact terms, but your dad was pretty good at reading between the lines.

By the end he had a smirk that made you want to legally change your name and run away because you just know he’s never going to let you live this down.

"Well, sounds like he’s really something." that’s all he says, weirdly. You eye him suspiciously but he doesn’t add to his sentence.

In fact, he doesn’t say anything more about it until he’s helped you get comfortable on your bed back home.

"You know…" he starts "little boys pull little girls’ pigtails on the playground to get their attention, because they don’t know what else to do." he says.

"Yeah, boys are stupid, so what?" you deadpan and he laughs then surprisingly says "Exactly. Maybe you’re not the only one that feels something here. Maybe there’s a stupid boy that can’t take his eyes off of you, but doesn’t know how to get your attention other than criticize you." he says, clearly happy with where he ended.

"Is this your long way of saying that you think Bucky likes me the same way I like him?" You raise an eyebrow at him.

"This is my long way of saying don’t be a stubborn Stark and try actually talking to him about this. You’d be surprised how fast stupid boys grow up just to keep the girl they want. Just ask your mother." and with that he leaves with a wink, leaving you wondering how much more immature Tony Stark could’ve been to have to grow up enough to sweep Pepper Potts off her feet.

You spend the next few days as a little ball of anxiety on your bed, not being able to do much but overthink about Bucky, only getting a break when Scott came to keep you company.

The day before the competition you've enough and convince Scott to drive you to the ice rink, knowing Bucky was probably there.

When you get there you can hear music but you don’t think much of it until you get right in front of the door and realize it was the song you and Bucky chose. Frowning, you open the door and what you see makes your jaw drop.

There they are, Bucky and Natasha, doing your routine.

You don’t know when you got closer to the rink, but you cannot take your eyes off of them, that is until you hear someone beside you say "they’re good, aren’t they?"

You turn your head to see Sam and Steve, the latter looking at you in a knowing way that almost seems apologetic of Sam’s words, the effect of which Sam doesn’t seem to notice.

You always felt like Steve could see right through you when it came to Bucky, always looking at you like he knew exactly how you felt and how much his words hurt you.

Seemingly reading all the questions swimming in your mind right now, Steve offers you some answers.

"Natasha came back early from her vacation. He brought her up to speed and she agreed to help him out. They’ve been practicing non-stop everyday since the day after you got hurt." Feeling like you have enough information, you turn back to the ice. 

You watch them work in sync, almost like they're connected by wires and one can’t move without taking the other with them.

You watch as Bucky picks up Nat effortlessly and throws her like she's made of air. You watch as she moves so gracefully that it's almost surreal. You see her land every jump perfectly.

Again. And again. And again.

Every jump, every twist, every second you watch them something inside you brokes more.

You don’t know why, Natasha has been Bucky’s partner countless times before and it never mattered to you, and you’ve only skated with him for less than four months.

Maybe it was the fact that they're using the routing you and Bucky had come up with together, maybe you feel replaced.

Maybe it was the fact that you were coming here to talk to Bucky about your feelings and now you were seeing him flying around the ice rink as close with another girl as he was with you, maybe even closer.

They finish the routine and you can hear Bucky’s laughter, you can see his smile as he tells Natasha how perfect she was, how impressed he is at how fast she picked up everything, how glad he is that she showed up when she did.

Then it hits you.

Of course he’s glad she showed up. He never wanted to do this with you, you weren’t even a second choice, it took literally every other girl he knows to be unavailable for him to even think to ask you.

Why wouldn’t he be happy to have her back? He certainly never acted like this with you. He never laughed, barely even smiled...

He didn’t choose you, he got stuck with you.

Suddenly, it’s like everything he’s ever done, everything he’s ever said to you comes crashing down on you all at once.

It’s like you can actually hear your heart breaking and there’s only one thought on your mind: He likes Natasha.

It makes sense, the first day you met he seemed into you, right up until he saw her and the second he turned around he was done with you.

Maybe he started to be an ass just to make that clear, not wanting to actually say anything. After all, he always was very nice to Nat. To everyone but you really.

And it’s not like you could blame him, Natasha’s always been better than you. Growing up she was always your only competition, it’s a fortune you ended up friends really, considering how easy it could’ve been for you to hate each other.

She’s the reason you spent so much time trying to be better, and you’d like to say it was the same for her, but you doubt it very much.

She’s always been prettier, thinner, stronger, smarter, better with boys and at making friends. She was the obvious choice.

Of course she was Bucky’s choice.

You didn’t realize you were so deep in your thoughts, or that you were still staring at them, until you feel a hand on your shoulder and hear Sam’s worried voice asking if you were okay.

You look at Steve and Sam and all you want to do is get out of here. It was already a miracle you weren’t already crying.

Without saying a word you turn around and walk away as fast as you can with the damn stump on your foot. You aren’t fast enough though, because halfway to the door you hear Bucky’s voice, much too close to you to your liking, calling your name.

For a second you think you hear something seeming happiness in his voice, but quickly dismiss the idea and try to keep going, but then you feel his hand on your wrist turning you around to face him.

His face seems to instantly fall as he looks at you and all you can think about is how sick you are of being the only one that takes his smile away.

"What’s wrong?" he asks in a weirdly soft tone, but you can’t find the voice to answer him.

You two just stare at each other until you hear someone clear their throat behind Bucky, and you look over his shoulder just as Natasha starts talking.

"Hi, Stark. Heard what happened to you." she nods towards your foot "Sorry I haven’t been to visit you, we’ve been pretty busy."

You don’t look at her while you answer, turning your eyes back to Bucky, who’s still holding your wrist, while you say "I can see that. Don’t worry, Romanoff, I’m just glad Barnes finally has a partner that’s not incompetent."

All he does is stare confusedly at you, which makes you angry enough to yank your hand away from him, turn around and walk away, ignoring the calls of your name behind you.

You miss the sadness on Bucky’s face, or the way he questions Sam and Steve about everything you said and did since the second you entered.

Bucky, on the other hand, did not miss the tears starting to fall down your cheeks as you turn away.

You decide not to go to the competition the following day. It would be the first time you voluntarily miss one of Nat’s competitions, but you don’t feel like having a replay of yesterday’s show when it’s already been on replay in your mind all night.

Your absence doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends. Nat and Steve being the only ones that understand, even though they’re not very happy about it.

Another thing that doesn’t go unnoticed by the group is how much more agitated than normal Bucky seems to be.

Even during competitions, he’s usually very calm, but today the only thing that makes him stop pacing around the room is Natasha’s sharp ‘would you sit down’ that makes him sigh and sit next to her on the bleachers where they’re waiting for their turn.

He can’t seem to keep his body still as he starts to bounce his leg up and down out of nerves, and can’t seem to stop even when the redhead gets up abruptly with an exasperated ‘for the love of god’ and goes to sit further from him and near Sam, exchanging seats with Steve, who puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, effectively bringing out of his head and making his body still with another sigh.

"You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to." Steve tells his anxious friend.

"You know I have to Steve. Otherwise Fury won't let me do other couples competitions."

"I know, but the whole reason you started doing them was for the chance to pair up with Y/N, which never even happened until now." Steve points out while frowning.

"I’m not the one that chooses the pairs, Rogers, it’s always Fury. He’s the whole reason Romanoff and I worked so hard this week just so she could do this. Plus Y/N’s never been interested in these competitions so this whole idea was just stupid to begin with. Now after I finally convince her, she gets hurt and thinks I think she’s incompetent, for some reason." Bucky hasn't been able to stop thinking about what you said yesterday.

Why would you ever think he thinks you're incompetent? He knows he's been a dick to you for years, but never has he ever said you were incompetent.

It's really just constructive criticism given in a poor way. A very poor way... Yeah, he really just has himself to blame for the way you feel about him now, he knows it.

He doesn't even really have a justification for it, either. If he's being honest with himself, he's intimidated by you.

The first time he saw you he thought you were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, you were so graceful on skates and looked like you were exactly where you belong, lost in your own little world.

Then when Natasha said your name, he realized who he was talking to: the daughter of one of the richest families in town.

He'd heard a lot about you and your family, your impressive achievements on and off the ice. He's ashamed to say he felt small all of a sudden, knowing just from hearing about you that he'd never be good enough for you.

Still, he couldn't help but be drawn to you, couldn't help but watch you as much as he could get away with, but the only way he could justify that without being seen as a creep was to criticize what you did. It made sense, right?

Bucky is pulled from his thoughts, again, by Steve’s voice.

"Well, you were basically yelling that at her when she got hurt last week." at his words Bucky's just as confused as he was yesterday when you stormed out.

"I didn’t…" then it hits him. "I wasn’t talking about her! I was talking about Scott because he wouldn’t hurry up!"

"Oh. Listen, buddy, we both know you like her. You fucked up, big time, and it’s gonna take a lot to get her to forgive you. You could start by stop being an ass to her and apologize." Bucky knows the blonde is right.

It will take a miracle just to get you to look in his direction, let alone allow him to apologize, but he has to at least try to make things right.

He stands up suddenly, startling Steve, and says, "you were there for all our rehearsals, right? You know the routine?"

Steve is confused, but answers with a slow "yeah, why?" but Bucky gives no further explanation, too busy picking up all his stuff.

When Steve puts together what his friend is hinting at, he quickly says "I didn’t mean right now!"

"No time like the present! Go change." he says, nudging Steve toward the changing rooms.

"Buck, if you go now Fury’s gonna kill you!"

"I don’t care!" he yells, basically running out the door and ignoring Natasha yelling his name, the only thing on his mind being running to you as fast as he could. 

Every thought in his head, though, is instantly forgotten as he comes to a sudden stop at the top of the stairs outside of the rink.

There, at the bottom, is you, looking just as shocked at seeing him there as he feels.

After a few moments of just looking at each other, you can’t take it anymore and decide to break the silence. "I didn’t know if I should come in. Didn’t know if Nat wanted my support after I was so rude, you know."

When he doesn’t say anything and just stares at you, you feel the need to keep going.

"What are you doing out here? Did I miss your turn? How did it go?" that seems to snap him out of it and he starts to move towards you, still not saying anything and making you even more nervous as you start regretting coming here.

When he comes face to face with you, finally, he speaks. "I was gonna come looking for you." your brows furrowed in confusion.

"why?"

"I have owed you an apology for a long time now. I’m sorry for being a dick to you for all these years… it really wasn’t about you. I just felt insecure and acted out about it, and eventually I felt so used to it I couldn’t help it..."

You were shocked to say the least, this was the last thing you were expecting tonight. "You felt insecure? Why?"

"Because you’re you!" he almost yelled, gesturing to your whole body and startling you a bit. "I mean you’re a Stark, you’re kind of a legend who lives up to the legend. You’re smart and talented and confident and beautiful. I never thought I’d be good enough for you... I still don’t."

You don't know what to say, but you aren't running for the hills so Bucky keeps talking. "I’d also like to make it clear that I’ve never called you incompetent. I was talking about Lang, that idiot took ages to get his keys to drive you to the hospital. I didn’t even realize you might’ve heard me until Steve pointed it out to me just now while we were waiting our turn and I just had to find you and tell you."

Once everything he said actually registered in your brain, the words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. "Wait, you left the competition to come find me? Natasha’s gonna kill you!"

He chuckles a little while saying, "I’d be more worried about Fury."

"Fury?" You're confused again. "Why would you be worried about Fury?"

"He’s gonna be pissed that I left. He’s the whole reason Romanoff and I trained so hard to make it here, I wanted to skip it after you got hurt, but he said if I did he wouldn’t let me do any more pairs."

"I thought this competition was important to you, that’s the whole reason I said yes. And you wanted to quit it?" You're more confused than ever.

"It was important because it was my chance to finally spend time with you." he says, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I’d rather not do our routine at all if I can’t do it with you." he adds, shrugging. 

"really?" you can’t help but smile at hearing him say ‘our routine’ "But you and Nat work much better than you and I do."

"perphabs, but I still think you’re the best there is. Even when it’s with me, a person you hate." He says the last part while looking at his feet, almost afraid of saying it aloud and perfectly aware that he’s the reason why.

"I don’t hate you." you say, almost too fast.

His eyes snap back up to yours. "You don’t? I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I’d hate me if I were you."

"Sure, I don’t always love the things you say about my skills, but you’ll never criticize me more than I criticize myself. Mostly, you’re just a distraction." you say shrugging, not fully realizing what you just confessed.

"I distract you?" he says with a smug smirk that kind of makes you want to punch him, bringing his hand to your cheek.

You groan but let him keep it there, loving the feeling of his warm hand against your skin. "Don’t get cocky with me, Barnes."

He laughs, but doesn’t say anything else waiting for you to elaborate with an expectant look.

"Fine." you sigh. "Yes, you distract me. You might be a jerk, but I can’t concentrate when I’m around you. All I can think about is the sound of your voice, and the way you smell and the color of your stupid pretty eyes... I can’t help but like you, no matter how much of an asshole you are to me, for reasons I’m sure have something to do with my father."

He laughs again at your last sentence and you swear you’d never heard a better sound. "So I guess I should be thankful for you daddy issues, huh." he says making you laugh with him.

"Yeah, you very much should be." you put your arms around his neck when his hand drops from your face and his arms wrap around your waist. 

"You distract me too, you know. Everytime you’re in the room you’re all I can see..." He sighs. "I’ll never apologize enough for all the things I said to you, but let me try. Let me take you on a date, for starters."

You pretend to think about it all of two seconds before you’re nodding with a smile, so he adds, "What about right now?"

"Slow down there, Romeo, why don’t we go cheer on our friends first." you giggle at his pout while you take his hand and lead the way inside.

When you take a seat next to Sam, just in time to hear the announcement of Natasha and Steve’s names, there's no wiping the smile off of Bucky’s face. His arm goes immediately around your shoulders to bring you closer as you greet Sam that had a knowing grin of his own.

You watch your friends go through the routine perfectly, to your joy and surprise. You really are proud of them, and you make sure to tell them when they are close enough to the edge of the ice while waiting for their score.

"Maybe after we can all go out to eat something." Steve suggests, still slightly out of breath.

"I’m sorry, punk. I have a date that I’m not missing for anything in the world." Bucky answers without taking his eyes away from you, his smile seared onto his face.

Steve chuckles at how whipped his friend already seems to be, moving closer to the judges with Nat when it was time for their scores.

Second place, not bad for a last minute thing.

As you cheer for your friends while they're given their medals, Bucky leans down and whispers in your ear "we would’ve come first."

You burst laughing and Bucky known in this exact moment that he would do anything to hear that sweet sound for the rest of his life.

You look up at him and raise your voice just enough for him to hear over all the screaming, with a smile big enough to match his "We totally would’ve."

[rapz-rites]

Hearts

Damian Wayne x Reader

You and your soulmate can feel each other's heartbeat 

A/N: for @thesuperiorrobin btw I started writing this super late at night so it might not be the best but I hope you all like this

Word Count: 1.1k+

Warning(s): Barely proofread, loophole cursewords

You jolted up from your sleep. 4 times a week, 3 if you’re lucky. Like clockwork. Your soulmate's heart beats so fast, so hard, it wakes you up. You would think he was having a heart attack. 

You don’t know what your soulmate does that gets his heart beating so fast in the middle of the night. You found this whole heartbeat soulmate thing so stupid. Of all the things you and your soulmate had to share, a heartbeat, seriously?

On everyone’s 10th birthday, they start “sharing” their soulmate's heartbeat. It's not really sharing though, so you didn't understand why they explained it that way. Probably to romanticize it. 

You couldn’t go back to sleep until about 4am. But that didn’t matter because your alarm went off 2 hours later. You hated your life. Not only did you get no sleep because of your stupid soulmate but you had to get ready for school, a school filled with pompous a-holes. Luckily it was your last year and you only had a few more months left until you graduated.

~

You walk into class late, everyone looking up at you. Luckily for you, your teacher is nice enough to let it slide. 

“Hey” you said to the boy you usually sat by. His name was Damian, Damian Wayne. Yup. As in Billionaire “playboy” Bruce Wayne.

“What now L/N?” He asked. He looked up at you with an annoyed expression. Damn. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. 

“Do you think you could help me with number 5?” You looked at him with pleading eyes. “Pretty please.”

“Sure.” And he did. You didn’t really need help, you just wanted to bother and talk to Damian. 

The two of you were close acquaintances but not friends. He was you favorite pompous rich a-hole and you were one the most tolerable people at GA to Damian

After this class you were done. You were transferring books to and from your backpack when your best friend, Lienne, pulled up next to you. 

“What are you doing after school? Do you want to have a sleep-” If you didn’t stop her now it would turn into an investigation.

“I’m working at the clinic after school, but I can come over after and we can have a sleepover all you want,” you smiled at her.

“Ok. See you after work. Oh, and bring those chips I like please,” she says walking away. You chuckled at her.

You worked at a pet shop clinic. You loved it. You weren’t a people person, you were a pet person. I loved cats, dogs, and hamsters. Any domestic house pet you could get your hands on, you loved it. They were so much easier to deal with than people. 

You were peacefully playing with a hamster while it was quiet in the store. Suddenly 2 men rush in. You put the hamster back in its cage and turned to the 2 men. They both looked like they were freaking out.

“We need your help! Like it's an emergency,” the tall one said. He had jet black hair and a white streak at the front. Then the second one spoke up.

“It’s our brother's cat,” the other one said. He was shorter, maybe 5’10/11. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He handed you an adorable little tuxedo cat. You couldn’t help but awe at it.

“Sure, what happened? Our vet is currently busy, but I can check him out and get him to see him as soon as possible.” you walked them into an exam room in the clinic. As you were assessing the cat, your boss walked in. 

“What's going on here?” He asked. You explained what happened and gave your assessment of the cat to your boss. He complimented you on your good work and took over. You were happy until you felt a strain on your heart. Something was wrong with your soulmate. It felt like he was having a panic attack or something. You went to the front of the store to sit down. You were trying to steady your heartbeat to cancel his out. But of course as you sat down, someone walked in. It was none other than Damian Wayne.

“Where’s Alfred? Where’s my cat?” he asked. You walked up to him to get his attention. You were holding onto his arm while he was looking around frantically.

“Your cat? Is he a tuxedo cat?” He immediately looked down at you. “You’ve seen Alfred? Where is he?”

“Your brothers brought him in,” you explained to him calmly. You were already trying to calm your soulmate’s heartbeat and now you have to calm a frantic billionaire son. He was spouting nonsense you didnt want to listen to while you ushered him to a chair.

“Listen Wayne,” you said, shutting him up. “Your brothers brought him in. I assessed him and the vet is now with him. He's going to be fine”

You could tell your words helped, but he was still anxious. It was kinda cute that he cared this much for a cat. One time you saw him roll his eyes at a school assembly about suicide. But he was still breathing heavily. At this point your heartbeat was calm but you could still feel your soulmate’s fast heart.

You took Damian’s hand and put it over your heart, and you did the same to him. That's when you felt it. People who already met their soulmates said once you know it's this indescribable, thrilling feeling. They were right. It was like time stopped and nothing else mattered. Your hearts synced and that's all you both felt. You both stared into each other’s eyes. You opened your mouth to speak but was interrupted. 

“Are we interrupting something?” The tall brother asked. You quickly moved back from Damian, putting your hands at your side.

“Yes”

“No”

You both spoke in unison. You looked at him, but he was glaring at his brothers.

“So what did Dr. Goldwin say?” you asked, smiling before it got awkward.

~

“OMG OMG OMG!” Lienne squealed, jumping around her room. “YOUR SOULMATE IS DAMIAN WAYNE.”

You weren’t surprised at her reaction when you told her. She always had a knack for the dramatics. As she was jumping around, spouting how beautiful your wedding was going to be, you got a text from your “future husband”.

Damian ���️: Hello Y/N

                    Let’s go out on a date Saturday

                    Send me your address and I'll pick you up at 2pm

Y/N : I’d love to go out with you 😉

You’ll tell Lienne once she calms down. She's going to freak.

So… what do you think???

I’m working on request so plz don’t think I forgot abt those.

[jungle-angel]

My Heart Belongs To You: Part 2 (Doctor!Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Doctor Floyd are expecting your first child together and end up getting into some shenanigans after work hours, but it leads to a hell of a discovery

Warnings: Parenthood, pregnancy etc.

Notes: This one is also for @bradleybeachbabe Dahilng I know you're going through it right now but I hope this'll cheer you up

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts

You sat on the counter at the nurses' station in your dark navy blue scrubs, fanning yourself with the papers; relieved that your shift was over for the day, but pissed that even with the air conditioning going, you were still hotter than hell. You felt your little one kicking up a storm in your belly, rolling around and parking their little butt right where it shouldn't have been parked in the first place.

"Oh you've gotta be kidding little guy," you groaned.

"Yours too?" your friend Rachel chuckled.

"I literally have not stopped peeing since I got here, Rache" you answered. "I felt bad having to step out on Mrs. Cohen like that."

"Don't worry about it," Rachel told you. "She said to me that she's had six kids and it never gets any easier."

You laughed a little as Laverne reached behind her chair and handed you your metal flask. "Honey go on now and go get some ice from the machine," she told you. "I don't want ya'll croakin here before you have that baby."

"Oh thanks Laverne," Rachel laughed.

"You too you little imp," Laverne told her. "Go on now, GIT!!!"

You and Rachel both waddled your way over to the ice machine, the tiny balled chunks of ice clinking into your flasks before you both filled them with water.

You turned to see Bob and Jake making their way down the corridor, pulling their surgical masks off their faces and laughing with each other. You felt Bob's arms wrap right around you, slightly encumbered by your ever growing bump.

"How'd it go?" you asked him.

"Farley's gonna be fine," Bob answered. "Fire chief says he's putting him on desk duty for a little while but he should be ok in a few weeks."

You hummed happily, kissing your husband who was just as tired as you were.

"Oh hey, by the way Bob," Jake said, his arms still around your best friend. "Word on the street is that we, the staff of St. Mary's Medical Center, are the proud recipients of some new sonogram equipment."

"Seriously?"

Jake nodded.

You and Bob gave each other a look, one that the Daggers knew all too well. "Any chance Ice will let us try it out?" Bob asked.

"Already asked, he said we have the go ahead," Jake answered.

You, Bob, Jake and Rachel excitedly headed to the room and sure enough there it was. Bob closed the door as you laid down on the exam bed and dimmed the lights so that he could see.

"Bob you gonna do the honors?" Jake asked.

"I'd be insulted if you didn't let me," Bob answered.

You rolled your eyes. "There's no way I'd let you touch my belly either, Bagman," you chuckled as Bob began applying the cool gel to your skin.

A few clicks of the computer keyboard and up popped the image that you and Bob had been waiting to see, the little baby resting comfortably inside you. Bob moved the probe all around, his jaw falling open when he heart the rapid little heartbeat on the audio. A huge, broad smile appeared on his face when he saw your baby's little legs kicking.

"Alright, lets see if we can see anything else here," Bob muttered.

He pressed the probe in just a little bit as you, Rachel and Jake watched. "C'mon, spread those little legs for me," Bob mumbled.

"That's how we got ourselves into this in the first place," you chuckled.

Bob kept pressing the probe against your belly when at last he had found what he was looking for. His eyes went wide, his jaw falling almost the whole way open. "NO WAY!!!" he blurted out. "OH MY GOD!!!"

"What what is it?" you asked.

"Look, there.....right there," Bob said excitedly.

There it was, right in front of you as Bob traced it with his finger. You clamped a hand over your mouth to keep from shrieking.

Bob couldn't contain himself, every last shred of composure going straight out the door with him as he ran excitedly into the halls. "HOUSTON WE HAVE WEINER!!!!!" he shouted.

You sat up as a snorting laugh escaped you, wiping the remaining gel from your belly as Jake printed the pictures. "Is he ok?" Laverne asked, sticking her head in the door.

"I dunno Laverne," you answered. "I think Doctor Floyd has officially lost his marbles."

Bob's indiscernible hollers were heard halfway down the halls. Every now and again one of the other doctors or nurses came by to congratulate you and Bob before he came skidding back. You both collected your things and jumped in the truck with the air conditioning going at full blast for the ride home.

"I can't believe we're having a boy," Bob said excitedly. "I'm gonna have to call Mom and Dad and see if they can send all of my baby stuff."

"You sure?" you asked him.

"Sentimental value sweetpea," Bob said, gripping your hand. "Meemaw held onto all my stuffies, my books, blankies, all that stuff. I'm hoping little man will love it."

"He will," you said, kissing the back of his hand. "I know he will."

And sure enough you were right. Tiny little August Robert Floyd, made his appearance on July 4th, delivered right at home by your husband in your shared bedroom. You're overwhelmed with awe and joy at the sight of your husband with your tiny little baby in his arms, rocking him to sleep and helping you when Auggie needs to feed. Bob is so attentive with such a small little baby that it makes you secretly want another one, even though you know you'll have to wait at least two years for your body to recover.

But in that time, you and Bob live for Auggie, your precious little gift who carries both you and Bob within him.

[milaisreading]

PART 2

Couples:

Yandere!MSBY 4 x Kageyama Twin!Reader

Side couple:

Komori Motoya x Kageyama Twin!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, non-con(not too much), obsessive and possessive behavior, general yandere tendencies. This is my first time writing explicit content like this, sorry if it's boring:/

PS: Send in requests if u have any...

Part 1:

"So how have you been? Everything going ok with Komori-san?" Tobio's voice sounded through (Y/n)'s apartment as she cooked her dinner.

"Yeah! Everything has been great with us, tho the distance is really killing me, but we phone each other every day." (Y/n) answered back, waiting for Tobio to speak up again.

"Well, you did pick pretty far away cities, Shizuoka and Osaka I mean. But as long as you find time to call each other, it should be fine." (Y/n) smiled bitterly, nodding her head Kageyama's words

"Yeah, but enough about my love life, what about you? With how many fangirls and those fansites you have, you must have someone in mind." She teased, already imagining her brother blushing at her words.

"You know I am not interested in that, at least not now. Volleyball is more fun."

"You should honestly think of marrying it at this point." (Y/n) joked, not surprised by his answer.

"Shut it! But anyways, I need to go now. You will be off to Shizuoka this weekend?" Tobio wondered as (Y/n) went to pick up her phone and turn off the speaker.

"Well I was planning to, but Motoya told me he will come. Something about getting away from Shizuoka and all." The med student answered, recalling the conversation she had with the pro athlete a few days a

"Well at least you won't have to travel after the exam then. By the way, did Hinata text you at all in the past 2 weeks? Since the game with Komori-san's team, it's been radio silent from him."

"Hmm? Now that you mention it, I didn't hear anything from him either. Could that loss bumped him out so much?"

"Who knows. He can be off at times, but I am sure he will come around. Anyways, I got to go now. Hoshiumi-san wanted to take Hirugami-san and I out for a drink."

"Have fun! Give them greetings from me!"

With that, they ended the call and (Y/n) went back to making her noodles so that she can return back to studying as soon as possible. Groaning, the med student went through her phone, trying to find the last few notes she needed to revise.

"Just this one more exam and then I will have some time for myself..."

She yawned, looking at the clock on her wall, groaning.

"I will barely catch any sleep these days..." (Y/n) groaned as she put the phone away and went to eat her dinner, her mind going from her exam to the orange haired volleyball player.

'He really has been acting off... ever since graduation to be honest...'

She thought in worry.

With Hinata...

The man tossed and turned in his bed. He was supposed to go to sleep hours ago, but he just couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of (Y/n) and Komori flooded his mind, and he just ends up angry.

"Stupid Komori...is it his height that makes him attractive? His looks are average at best.. or his money? If (Y/n) was in need of financial support, she could have called me-"

Hinata's rambling was cut off by his phone ringing, so he quickly went to answer it.

"Sakusa? Why are you up so late?" The orange haired man wondered.

"I was talking with my aunt over some family meet up later this month, and she let the information about Motoya visiting Osaka slip out... do you know where I am going?"

Sakusa said sternly, clear annoyance lacing his voice as he mentioned his cousin.

"Do...do you think it's the right time?" Hinata wondering, his eyes going wide as he remembered the plan.

"Another time we won't have. We need to break them up... Aunt told me that he plans on proposing to (Y/n) soon."

Hinata's eyes widened and he clenched his fists.

"Ok...did you think of a plan to break them up?"

"Yeah, I will handle that."

"Good, I can't wait till that pest is gone."

"You and I both."

Sakusa sighed from the other side.

With Atsumu...

Atsumu groaned as he kept on stroking his cock as he went through the pictures he saved of (Y/n). The pictures were nothing special, just some from the beach he found on her Ig, but those were enough to rile him up. The image of the young woman underneath him, panting, crying and begging for release kept playing inside his head.

'(Y/n)... please...'

Groaning, the faux blonde as he came all over his hand. Panting, he got up from his bed and went to clean himself up. Once he was done he went back to his bedroom, sighing sadly as the images he had were just pure fantasies, the kind he wanted to be true.

Huffing, he sat down on his bed and scrolled through (Y/n)'s social media, smiling when he saw a new story was posted.

But, that smile faded away as soon as he saw that it was a picture of her books and a cup of coffee.

'Why is she up so late? It's nearly 1 in the morning. Shouldn't that useless boyfriend of hers make sure she is sleeping?!'

"Stupid! I knew that guy was no good! Why did she pick this prick of all?"

Atsumu's stare hardened as he thought of the brown haired libero. Back when he met Komori at the training camp, he thought of him as a possible friend. But now...now that he was with the girl of his dreams, there was no way for him to have that position.

"I wanted to so desperately see him cry that night. Show him and (Y/n) who the better one is...better player and better boyfriend, but..." Atsumu sighed as he rubbed his face, feeling like crying.

"But the whole time (Y/n) kept distracting me. That smile and her cheers, wonder how it would feel like to have her cheer on me, wear my jersey-"

Atsumu stopped his monolog as a message popped up. Quickly opening it, he saw that it was Bokuto.

'Komori is coming to Osaka tomorrow. We need to break them up this weekend. Sakusa said he is planning to propose.'

The message set an already frustrated Atsumu on fire. There was no way he will let that Komori put a ring on her pretty little finger.

"Besides, he can't afford what (Y/n) really deserves, unlike the rest of us. And Komori (Y/n) just sounds wrong."

The next day...

"I honestly don't know if I will pass this one, but the most important part is that it's over!" (Y/n) cheered as she walked out of the building.

"I am sure you will pass. When will the results be?" Miwa asked from the other side of the phone.

"In like...5 days or so. Unless the professor starts grading them today."

The med student yawned, already dreaming of her soft bed.

"Sleepy? Are you off home?" Miwa asked, worried for the youngest sibling.

"Yeah. Motoya will arrive in Osaka later tonight, so that gives me some time to rest."

"Alright. I have to go now since a client arrived. Have fun you two, but not too much~" The older woman teased, causing (Y/n) to blush a little as she said her goodbyes.

'She can be too much at times.' (Y/n) groaned. All of a sudden, the young woman felt someone grab ther shoulder, causing her to jump away and turn around.

"Easy there (Y/n), it's just us!" Sighing in relief, (Y/n) noticed the familiar golden and black eye.

"Bokuto-san, Sakusa-san, what a surprise! What are you two doing here?" (Y/n) asked, smiling as the two athletes took off their masks.

"We were just walking by after practice! Do you live here somewhere?" Sakusa asked flatly, already knowing all the information.

"Oh no, my university is in this location tho! How are you two? Has practice been going well?" (Y/n) asked while smiling, causing Bokuto to blush a little, meanwhile Sakusa hid his by putting his mask back on.

'Adorable...my (Y/n) is so adorable.' The black haired thought as Bokuto spoke up.

"It's been great. Today we were let go a little sooner than usually. The coach and captain were a little easier today, after all the hard training before."

"Yeah, they got a lot stricter after our match with Komori's team." Sakusa explained, getting more annoyed at his cousin than he already was. (Y/n) blinked for a moment, and then remembered what he was talking about.

"Sorry to hear that you two, but you guys were still amazing. I guess it depends on the luck you have that day."  She answered back, trying to lighten up their moods. Which seemed to work, as Bokuto stopped pouting, sending her a grin soon after. Sakusa seemed to lose his annoyed demeanor, but his eyes stayed as passive as possible, so she wasn't sure about him.

"Really?! Did you see that service ace I delivered at the beginning?! Worked on it for a while." Bokuto boasted.

"Yeah! That was pretty cool! I am happy that you hard work paid off. Hope the next time you performed it, it will be the winning points."

Bokuto grinned at the praise and continued talking to the younger. Sakusa clenched his fists are the sight, envying how easy the conversation between the two was. How familiar they are to each other. It's not like Sakusa didn't talk to her before, she visited his place often with Komori, but he always had a hard time talking to her.

"Hey uhmm... the two of us, Atsumu and Hinata are free tonight, want to go out for dinner?"

The black haired boy's question surprised not only (Y/n), but Bokuto as well.

"Well that sounds nice Sakusa-san, but Motoya will come over tonight, so I really can't. And I don't think it's that much of a smart idea, I don't want to piss some of your fangirls off."

(Y/n) shuddered, remembering how some of the girls from her class came into her, after pictures of her and Atsumu talking surfaced on social media.

Sakusa and Bokuto ignored the part with Motoya, as they were more concerned over the 2nd part.

"Say...none of the fans caused you any trouble?"

"Ahh...all I can really say is that Atsumu-san's fans love him a little too much." Was all she said, which made alarm bells go off in both of them.

"But nothing to worry about! I already handled it! Anyways, I need to go now, gotta rest a little till Motoya arrives! Bye!" (Y/n) said, walking off quickly, trying to avoid any form of questioning from either of the two.

"What are you doing?" Bokuto wondered, his gaze switching from (Y/n) retreating form to Sakusa's, who was dialing a number on his phone.

"I will call my dear cousin over for a drink... the plan is going in action tonight."

"Alright! Let me go and call Hinata then." The Fukurodani alumni grinned, excited about tonight.

"You are meeting up with Sakusa-san? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" (Y/n) asked the brown haired libero over the phone.

"Sorry, it came out of the blue, I will try not to stay for too long with him... you are not mad?" Komori asked from the other side, gulping as he thought of her reaction.

"Why would I be mad, Sakusa-san is your family after all. Just, tell me sooner next time." She asked softly. There was really no reason for her to be annoyed, aside from him not informing her sooner.

"Sorry, I really am. But I have something for you, which might make it up for my mistake." Komori said sheepishly, causing (Y/n) to grow curious.

"What would that be?"

"You'll see! But I need to hang up now, sorry."

"Ok, have a safe trip! And have fun."

Turning off her phone, (Y/n) sighed and went to her living room, opting to watch a movie or two till Komori arrives.

A few hours had passed and (Y/n) was beginning to get nervous, not only was Komori supposed to arrive at her place an hour ago, but he also wasn't answering his phone.

"Should I call Motoya again? I have been calling him for the past 20 minutes and nothing... Maybe Sakusa-san will answer me." (Y/n) muttered nervously as she dialed the athlete's number.

She didn't have to wait for too long, as he answered his phone quickly.

"Hello? (Y/n)?"

"Sakusa-san! Thank God you answered, is Motoya with you? Why isn't he answering his phone?"

'I probably come off as controlling, but fuck it!' She gulped, waiting for an answer from the man.

"Motoya? Why would he be with me? I am out with Hinata."

(Y/n)'s heart dropped at those words.

'There... But why would he say?'

"Hello? (Y/n), you still on your phone?" Sakusa's voice interrupted her thoughts and she quickly answered him.

"Uhmm...I... Motoya isn't with you 100%? He said you two would meet up for a drink."

"No, we never agreed to that. I have practice tomorrow, so that's out of question-"

"I need to go. Bye, sorry for interrupting you two." (Y/n) didn't let Sakusa finish as she hung up and went to call Komori again, her heart racing and alarm bells ringing.

"Come on...answer please....Motoya..." She desperately begged, thinking of the worst possible scenario.

'He wouldn't... Motoya wouldn't cheat. There is no way, but why else would he lie?'

"Why aren't you answering?!" (Y/n) screamed as she threw her phone on the couch, tears escaping her eyes.

"Please...let this be all a prank, I swear I won't be mad. Please-"

A notification popped up on her phone, and (Y/n) quickly ran to her phone, thinking this might be Komori. Unlocking her phone, (Y/n) read the name of a private Ig account, which sent her a few pictures. With a heavy heart, she opened the message, only, to her horror find pictures of Komori sleeping next to a unfamiliar girl. The sight of the woman smiling next to a seemingly naked Komori made her heart break and she quickly turned of her phone.

Shaking and sobbing, she plopped on the couch and started crying harder, the pathetic feelings of sadness and betrayal taking over her body.

"Motoya...why?"

"Should we go now?" Hinata asked as Sakusa finished his call with Atsumu.

"Yeah, the woman sent those photos to (Y/n) and already left. With how much Motoya drank, it will be a wonder if he remembers anything." Hinata nodded his head as they walked of to Sakusa's car.

"All the better for us, (Y/n) will just think that he is lying and trying to pretend nothing happened."

Sakusa silently nodded his head, grinning like a madman that this years old nightmare is coming to an end.

'Finally she will be mine...tonight is the night.' The black haired man hummed as him and Hinata walked off to the meeting spot.

A few hours passed by and (Y/n) was sound asleep in her bed, all the crying drained her, and she just wanted to shut off everyone. So much so that she didn't even answer her brother or sister's calls. The silent apartment was soon disrupted by the sound of the entrance door being opened, and two figures walked inside.

"Shouldn't we wait for Hinata and Atsumu?" Bokuto whispered as Sakusa nodded his head.

"I really could care less where those two idiots are right now. Besides, we should go and prepre our little princess." The Itachiyama alumni muttered as he walked to (Y/n)'s bedroom, his whole body shaking in excitement along with Bokuto's.

"Finally, I have been dreaming of this moment for so long." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa slowly opened the bedroom door. Breath hitching up, Bokuto walked inside and up to (Y/n)'s bed. The man gulped as he looked at her sleeping face, her puffy, red cheeks and pout causing his cock to harden.

Groaning, Sakusa slowly removed her covers, enjoying the sight of her vulnerable figure. Bokuto let out a a sigh as he sat on the bed and caressed (Y/n)'s hair.

"I can't wait for those two." Sakusa finally said as he hovered over the woman, and slowly grabbed onto her pajama pants, pulling them down.

"Finally." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa pulled off her pants, licking his lips when he saw her panties. Quickly unbottoning her pajama shirt, he was more than pleased to see her bare boobs.

"Naughty girl~" Bokuto giggled as Sakusa started kissing up (Y/n)'s leg, her soft skin turning him more and more on.

'And that bastard Motoya kept all of this to himself?! And with how he is, he probably didn't please her to the fullest.'

Bokuto was meanwhile kneading (Y/n)'s nipples, watching in pleasure as the woman started groaning and moaning, her eyes slowly opening, looking at her surrounding in confusion.

"Looks like my little slut is finally up? Look Omi!"

"Wh-what th?!-" (Y/n) shrieked as she realized what was going on, desperately trying to wiggle her body out of this. But all of this was to no avail as their grips on her body tightened.

"Shh baby, we will take great care of you. Just be compliant."

"Get off of me! What the hell?!" (Y/n) glared up at Bokuto as she tried to push him off. This pissed the white/black haired man off, causing him to grab her arms and pin them down, sending the woman a warning growl.

"Don't make it so unnecessarily hard, baby. We know you want this, you are all wet just from our touch." Sakusa cooed as he inserted a finger inside, enjoying the surprised expression and her attempts to hide her moan.

"Don't hold back baby, I want to hear all of the noises." The black haired man laughed, insisting a 2nd and 3rd finger shortly after.

"Stopp~" (Y/n) moaned out as Bokuto played with one of her nipples and sucked the other, moaning at how soft she felt.

"Good girl, just lay back and enjoy it." Sakusa smirked as he pumped his fingers faster and faster, enjoying how hee moans were getting louder and louder.

"You smell so nice... I have been waiting for so long. We all have." Bokuto muttered in between of kissing her neck, leaving a bite mark or two in the process.

"Wha-what are you t-talking about~" (Y/n) panted as she felt her climax approach her.

"We all have had our eyes set on you since high school, and it really enraged me...us to see you with my cousin of all people. But you will soon learn not to mess with us, baby~" Sakusa chuckled as the younger came onto his finger, enjoying the moan she let out.

"So sensitive... Atsumu and Hinata will sure enjoy this." Bokuto teased as he wiped her tears away, kissing her cheek right after.

"Please...please don't go any further... Sakusa, Motoya will be-"

(Y/n) flinched as both men glared and let out low growls.

"Still thinking of that pest? While two of the most sought after athletes in the country are about to give you the night of your life?" Sakusa said as her got up, signaling to Bokuto to change positions. (Y/n) was about to use the moment her hands were free to get up, but Sakusa stopped her.

"You are not going anywhere. The fun is just starting." Sakusa said as (Y/n) watched in horror as Bokuto started taking off his pants. Then suddenly, the younger heard her bedroom door open, and a familiar voice fill up the room.

"Hey! Why didn't ya wait for us?!" Atsumu growled as Hinata whined at the betrayal. The black haired man rolled his eyes along with Bokuto.

"Next time don't take so long. Now wait till Omi and I are finished."

"Not fair! I know (Y/n) longer than any of you, I should do it first!"

"Deal with it, Hinata." Sakusa said, looking down at (Y/n)'s teary eyes, the sight causing him to grow harder than he already was.

The next day, (Y/n) woke up feeling sick and body aching from all the bruises and bite marks the 4 left on her body. But besides that, a weird form of relief washed over her body as she noted that neither of the men were with her. Perhaps, she thought, they left or something. But, just as she started hoping that, her door opened and revealed Hinata's smiling figure. (Y/n) cringed at how normal he was acting, as if he and his friends didn't force themselves on her last night.

"You are awake! Just in time too, Omi made us breakfast." Hinata said cheerfully as he approached her bed, causing the woman to flinch away as he touched her shoulder.

"Huh? Was I that rough with my marking last night? Sorry baby, I will be gentler next time." (Y/n) looked at the grinning man in horror as he said that.

"N-next time?"

"Of course, did you think this was a one time thing?" Gulping, she felt Hinata grab the back of her head and rest his forehead against hers.

"We all are in love with you for years, and if you thought we would leave after we got a taste of how sweet you are...you are dead wrong." Hinata said, the crazy and lovesick look in his eyes made her realize in just how much trouble she was in.

"Besides...of you don't want Komori's career to end in a cheating scandal, you will play the role of the obedient little kitten." Atsumu said from the doorway. (Y/n) moved to look at him in shock as Hinata started kissing her neck, moaning at the pleasant smell.

"How do you-"

"How do we know? Easy, we set him up. You should have seen how much we had to make him drink to convince him that woman was you." Her eyes widened as Atsumu chuckled and walked up to her bed, patting her head and kissing the top of it.

"Remember, your body and soul belong to us from now on, so better not look at any other man, or else these pictures of Komori are going into the public."

(Y/n) felt tears start rolling down her cheeks as Atsumu showed her those again. She knew there was no way out, if only she knew sooner how crazy these 4 were...maybe she would have been more careful. Maybe she would have stayed in Tokyo or even in Miyagi to study,but with the way they were, (Y/n) doubted this distance would have prevented any of this. Atsumu chuckled at the hopeless look the younger had on her face and leaned in to lick some of the tears away.

'Finally I have you hopeless and desperate, just like I always wanted it.'

@kei-tsuki21 @thebrunetteavenger @sicklyinlove @kittykatiekat @torriblack97 @locogvrl @omi-kunslysol @yuushs

[moonydustx]

Rainy Sunday

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Summary: A busy schedule, no time for meetings and a misunderstanding. What can jealousy cause in your relationship?

Warnings: A little bit of sadness/angst, verbal argument, smut, a little bit of cuteness at the end.

A/N: It's not a perfect work and maybe in the future there will be some changes, but I needed to write/publish to take heart and come back for good to my fics.

This is a +18 work. Read for your own risk.

The end of the year was approaching, which made your schedule and Pedro's schedule faster than usual. Final exams, end of year parties, recordings. But it was running out and you would have the holiday season just for the two of you.

What you didn't expect was that Pedro decided to come home at the last minute, coincidentally on the same day that you had scheduled to go out with a close friend who was in town.

You sent a few messages letting Pedro know, but he didn't seem interested in going to dinner with you. Okay, you would understand that. The night ended up going by faster than you expected and it was approaching eleven o'clock when Chad dropped you off at Pedro's door.

You entered the house and noticed that all the lights were off except the one in the library. Pedro seemed to be engrossed in a book in a language you didn't understand.

"Good night love" you hummed heading towards him. Pedro stood up and hugged you in a cold way, without a kiss, without anything "Is everything ok?"

"Everything's great" he limited himself to replying, returning to the place he was sitting and giving his full attention to the book.

You sat in front of him and waited for him to take action, bring up something. Anything. You were already getting restless.

"Do I bother you here? Anything I can go home"

"No, it's fine" he replied dejectedly again and stood up, leaving the room.

You followed him and saw Pedro go into the kitchen. He was looking at the fridge without any interest, as if to make it clear that he was interested in anything but you.

"Okay, why are you all grumpy around the house?" you charged and Pedro kept ignoring you purposely "Pedro!"

"I'm listening," he said coldly, rummaging through the fridge.

"Why are you treating me this way?"

"Like how? Like you ruined the night I planned for us in exchange for dinner?" Pedro turned around, facing you.

That wasn't the Pedro you knew, it was easy to tell he was upset, but so were you. How about a planned night? How would you ruin that? Pedro and you had been together long enough to know what each other's stress point was and being ignored was yours, even more for no reason.

"Did I ruin it?"

"You were the one who chose to go out on the only day of the week that we would have to ourselves" he kept aloof, just evaluating your every move "It's not like I didn't warn you"

"Yeah, an hour before everything, it's not like I've had enough time to plan," you countered, hesitating whether to approach him or not.

"Everything's been like this lately. Dinners, college, whole afternoons of studying with Chad while I'm recording. We barely have time alone!"

"Oh now I get it" your voice rose a few tones, which he didn't seem to expect "I should give up everything and anything in my life, my friends to follow you in your artist life. What about my future? "

"Maybe, I don't know" Pedro shrugged, changing his tone as well.

"Great, perfect! I give up trying to have a life for myself and then maybe in what, maybe five years, you'll get tired of my face and change me for a younger one, a perfect model for you" by that time you've practically screamed.

"That's not what I meant" he tried to get closer and you quickly walked away.

"You can have your night perfectly planned" you turned around and walked into the living room, picking up the bag you had brought.

"Mi vida, let's talk" Pedro asked following you.

He was already bitterly regretting bringing it up and seeing your eyes turn red and watery didn't make it any better.

"Babe, what does this mean?" his tone came out almost as a whisper as he saw you approach the door "I know I was an idiot and I understand if you don't want to look me in the face, but stay here tonight. It's dangerous to go out at this hour alone"

"I'm just making room for your perfect Sunday. Tomorrow we'll talk" you had to use all the strength you had to get out of that house without looking back.

You walked to the nearest avenue and ordered the first taxi you saw. When you got home, you cried all the tears you had, until your lungs ran out of air. You could hear your cell phone vibrate countless times and as much as you tried to ignore it, it was impossible.

Pedro: Where are you?

Pedro: I ran the whole neighborhood looking for you, I couldn't find you.

Pedro: Mi vida, please tell me you're okay.

Pedro: I'm in front of your house, I don't want to disturb you, just tell me it's okay and I'll leave.

You: I took a taxi. I am home.

You: Sorry I made you worried.

Pedro: No need to apologize. In fact, I do.

Pedro: When you want to talk…

You: I love you so much. But I didn't expect to hear what I heard today. I just need some time for myself.

Pedro: Okay.

Pedro: I love you more.

After that, you chose not to respond further that day.

The Twilight Saga was part of his favorite movie collection, but he never expected to become as similar as Bella in New Moon. Disheveled hair, pajamas and dark circles. You were too used to having Pedro in your life.

As if the fight wasn't enough, that week you would complete another year of dating, which for you was the last straw. The fight was relived looping in your mind and on second thought, that was just your ego talking.

It was Sunday again and it was raining again. You took a taxi and stopped in front of Pedro's house. The rain was running cold down your body and despite hunting through every pocket and bag, the copy of the key you had seemed to be gone. You quickly grabbed your cell phone and dialed the number you had already memorized.

"Hi" despite the simple word, he sounded relieved to hear your voice.

"Hi Pedro, I wanted to talk to you. Are you home now?" you spoke loudly, trying to cover the noise of the rain "If you want talk"

"Of course I want to" he replied immediately "Can I come to your house?"

"Actually I'm here in front of your house. I ended up forgetting my keys" you replied and didn't hear him say anything else on the other end of the line.

It only took a few seconds for you to hear the door click open. Pedro quickly made room for you to enter and then closed the door behind him. Okay, you weren't in your best shape, but the messy hair, slightly haggard face and stubble indicated that Pedro wasn't on his best days either.

"I know I didn't tell you I was coming" you started and your hands didn't stop restless, Pedro knew you were nervous "And I know I disappeared for a week. I was just insecure, upset…"

"Love, listen to me…" he tried to interrupt you.

"I love you and I've missed you so much this week I'd rather ignore everything we said to each other. That was one of the first fights we ever had and it was so silly" you could feel the tears rolling down your eyes as you spoke.

Pedro's hands quickly moved to the side of your face. He quickly brushed the tears from your face and approached, joining his lips to yours slowly, as if testing you. You placed your body to his, giving space for him to deepen the kiss. Pedro's hands soon left your face and one of them got tangled in your hair and the other was tied to your waist. The woody scent of his perfume along with the mint flavor on his lips made it too difficult for you to think.

"I missed you so much" Pedro whispered as he pulled away to breathe "I was stupid, I'm sorry"

"Pedro…" you stole another quick kiss from him "Please, we can talk later"

"Sure?"

"I just need feel you, please"

Pedro again took your lips again and this time there was no calm or tears, Pedro seemed to want to devour you. His hands went down to your thighs and pulled them, picking you up in his lap. Pedro clumsily walked around the house, while you clung to his lips. It didn't take long for you to feel the softness of the mattress under your body.

"I love you so much" he whispered as he lay on top of you.

His lips went down your neck and then he took off your sweatshirt, flinging it somewhere in the room and it didn't take long for the rest of your clothes to find the same path.

"That seems unfair" you pointed at him, who was still wearing all his clothes.

"Unfair?" he laughed cynically, taking off his shirt and pants and coming back on top of you, one of his hands slowly descended to your folds, slowly running a finger "I barely touched you and you're already wet and I'm unfair?" his lips latch onto one of your nipples.

"Pedro, please" you wiggled against his soft touch on your private part and his fingers pressed into your clit "I need more please"

"Righ here?" his two entered you slowly, entering and leaving slowly. His lips were lost between your breasts and your neck, his husky voice made you even more excited "Babe, I promise to take my time with you, fuck you all over the house, but please can I have you now?"

"I like it when you beg," you whispered back, grumbling as you felt his fingers leave you and go to his lips, savoring every inch.

"Por favor mi vida, can I make you feel good? Please" you pulled him by the neck and it didn't take long to feel every inch of him enter you.

It didn't take long for your moans to begin to echo even louder as Pedro thrust harder. You used what little strength you had compared to him and turned him around, getting on top. You sat up slowly, drawing a groan from Pedro, as you were sure his handprint would be on your ass the next day. You could feel the sweat running down your body at the same time you could feel your belly burning with the near relief. Pedro could feel your legs trembling, while your moans got even louder.

"Mi diosa" his hands were caught in your hair and your waist, supporting your body and assuming the movements. The little cry you gave as your legs pressed against him made it very clear that you liked it.

"Please, just like this" you said through the loud noise of his body hitting you.

"I got you babe. Be my good girl and come to me. Come on baby, let me feel you one more time"

You felt your body lose strength as soon as the orgasm hit you and then you felt Pedro fill you as he moaned against your neck. You let your body lie on top of his while you both caught your breath.

"I'm sorry" his husky voice was the first to break the silence. You made mention of getting off him, but Pedro didn't let "I was an idiot, a clueless. I let my silly jealousy speak louder"

"Pedro, no need to apologize"

"Yes, I do" you lifted your head just to look him in the eyes "I was upset with all this rush we've been going through and seeing you coming home happy with Chad, I let jealousy take over me and this is not I"

"Do you know that there is no reason to be jealous?"

"I know" he left the sentence in the air for a while, while his hands caressed your back "And I know it was ridiculous what I said about you studying. I'm the proudest guy in the world to see you get what you love"

"Pedro…"

"And I'm not done yet" he interrupted you again, giving you a quick kiss on your lips "I don't want you to stop your life to live mine, I'll never change you, I love you the way you are. And if you still love me, you'll be the one in white at the altar"

"Is this a proposal?"

"Not yet" he laughed along with you "But it might be closer than you think"

"Saying that is also unfair" you put both arms under his chest "We can make this work, can't we? My studies, your public life"

"We can and even if we had everything against us, I don't care. I choose you"

"And I you" you replied with a wide smile, just like him "You know I'm going to charge you a marriage proposal now, don't you?"

"Yeah, it's round 2 time for you to forget about it"

•••••

Translation:

Mi vida - My life

Mi diosa - My goddess

Por favor - Please

[spunchthegoblin]

Review of each IB class as an international baccalaureate diploma haver (IB is just AP but more european)

HL English - One of the less stressful classes. I like reading and writing, I remember finishing assignments earlier than expected. I got a 5

Oral exam - Did this in junior year, I did it on V for Vendetta (the movie) and Small Gods by Terry Pratchett because I was smoking fucking crack apparently

Paper - I barely remember this one, I think I did it on Ajax. Easy

Exams - Easy shit. I even had time to draw on the back

HL History - Having a good teacher helped. Not caring about WW1 did not help. I got a 5

Paper - Actual garbage. Worst thing I've ever written. Wrote it in junior year then had to edit it a year later and it was so bad

Exams - More stressful than the english ones, my hand fucking hurt, still had time to draw on the back because I'm the goat

SL Biology - Yayy :3 aminals and cell :3 slime :3 (I got a 5)

Paper - did it on slime mold hehe. Make sure you have your plan together early on in this assignment in case you need to order materials

Exams - If you make up enough things about science you might accidentally stumble into the right answer!

SL Math - I'm one of those sick fucks who like math. If you're a normal person then I'd consider getting a tutor to lessen the stress. I got a 5

Paper - finished this in like 2 days easy

Exam - Literally fuck my entire life

HL Theatre - If you're willing to embarrass yourself, lie, cheat, and steal, then this is an easy HL class. I got a 5

Papers - there's no exam for this class, only papers and recorded performances. The directors notebook was fun (didn't require any acting, I could draw pretty pictures). The research project was ok, make sure that your subject has more than one source describing it (I did mine on Kabuki theater so pretty easy). The group project... I don't want to think about that. The solo project was almost fun I got to writhe on the floor like a worm.

SL Spanish - literal dante's inferno type journey. I got a 4

Oral exam - on GOD don't be autistic

Exams - If I had a gun I'd kill myself

Extended Essay - don't forget to have fun and be yourself :) I got a D. If I could pass with that dogshit essay then SO CAN YOU!!

CAS - If you're bad at lying on IB assignments at this point I don't know how to help you. I actually don't know if they grade this? I'm not checking

CAS project - Make sure to do this completely last minute ok? :3

CAS presentation? - The thing you record all your CAS stuff on. People say that the Service part was the most difficult but that was easy for me since my town has a lot of volunteer opportunities, yours does too if you look hard enough. I had trouble on the Active because I do not go outside.

Ok I think that's everything but just make sure that you get deeply invested into a new video game two weeks before the exam this step is crucial also make sure you get into a college that only accepts 45 of your IB credits even though you got 55 LITERALLY KILL YOURSELF WESTERN WASHINGTON SUCK MY BALLS

[aarcanechaoss]

The one who asked about the kenji request🌱

TW - Gromming and non-con touching

( it's ok if its too uncomfortsble to write :)

So Kenji meets tgis friend at the library..a little bit older like 18.The ADA is supportive cayse he doesb't have much same age friends except for kyoka.Espcially ones wjo share his interests on agriculture.The guys a college student.At first everythings fine...but then he starts asking kenji wierd questions(kenji doesn't really understand that their perverted).Kenji gets a little moody one day cause the day before he and his friend 'practiced kissing' - he convinces kenji thats what close friends do with each other.Ranpo and Dazai realkzes something up and follows kenji to the library.They see the dude being wierd with him(perverse undertones) and they notice kenji's uncomfortable exterior.They proceed to drag him to the agency where the other members beat him uo before sending him to the police.Kenji gets embarassed and ashmaned cause he's never felt weak.The rest of thr ADA comfort him.They get hotpot after!

Masterlist

I hope I do this justice - poor Kenji

Warnings: ANGST, Grooming of Minor

There was a fine line between what Kenji knew was right and wrong some days.

He knew his job was good, he knew saving people was the right thing to do and he knew that city life was bigger than the country life.

Wrong was harder to pick. Not that he really understood it, but people had called him naive multiple times and he was certain he could still barter a sheep for the library books he often borrowed- always about horticulture and agriculture (yes, he did in fact know what those words meant).

On one particular trip he met Sota, a boy Atsushi's age who had gushed over one particular book he'd been in the middle of bartering for (the librarian was used to his antics by this point and had just kept a tab directed to Fukuzawa for it now- plus the boy bought her flowers whenever they had bloomed, it was sweet).

Sota and Kenji got along like a house on fire the second they started talking. Apparently he too was getting used to the city life and had just started a university degree in agricultural science- having passed his entrance exam with flying colours.

Kenji had been so excited for his new friend he'd told the detective agency all about it and they had just grinned and told him they were happy he'd made a friend.

Then it got... weird. Their library meetups moved further and further away from the nice librarian lady towards a more secluded area. Kenji vaguely remembers Yosano telling him to stay away from dark corners but he... trusted Sota.

He shouldn't have.

Friend's ask personal questions- nothing wrong with that.

"Did he rest well? Was he dressed all cute just for him? Did he enjoy when Sota put his hands on him?"

"Yes. No. I always dress like this. That's what friends do right?"

That wasn't the end of it... no.

Sota seemed so sad this one particular day and Kenji hated seeing his friends sad so he vowed to do whatever to make him happy.

Sota asked for a kiss.

But one kiss didn't mean anything right? It was just a kiss, and friends do it all the time... right? Sota said they do.

The ADA knew something was wrong the day Kenji walked into work with a frown. Kenji never frowned- Kenji was happy and sweet and... the boy was shifting in his seat, checking the time. He was going to meet up with Sota again today and to return the book he'd borrowed last week.

Dazai and Ranpo shot each other a glance- an unspoken conversation as they both got up and followed the teen out.

Something was wrong and they needed to figure out what.

So they followed him all the way to the library, watched him tuck the books from his work locker into a bag and stroll all the way there- happy enough but not as he could be.

A boy stood outside, waving to Kenji with a bright grin- unease settled between the two men as Kenji's friend wrapped an arm over his shoulders.

It was nothing surely... friends do that all the time. Dazai does it to his coworkers every day...

They gave it a few minutes before heading inside- spotting the librarian looking through the books Kenji would have just handed her. It was Ranpo's suggestion to ask her where the two boys went.

Happily she pointed to the back corner, said the older boy liked company but preferred how quiet it was back there. A pit grew in their stomachs, and they bolted.

Rounding the corner with speed Dazai barely noted how Ranpo had messaged the others telling them to hurry to the library- if both Dazai and Ranpo had the same gut feeling then the situation was bad.

And it was.

The older boy had Kenji perched in his lap, lips pressed to Kenji's and his hand- Dazai wasted no time pulling Kenji away.

Poor boy was just confused when Dazai gripped him tighter and watched as Sota paled.

Ranpo rounded the corner next- surprise, surprise somehow Atsushi and Yosano had appeared at the speed of light.

Next thing Kenji knew he was being dragged back to the office with Ranpo (and Kyoka who knows where she came from) who was handing him a lollypop.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No Kenji of course not." Ranpo had replied, though halfheartedly as he searched his phone contacts for- ah there it was. "Minoura- come to the ADA office- hmm? Yeah, I am asking- no I haven't overtaken a case... Kenji?"

"Yes Ranpo?"

"What's the guy's name?"

"Sota Adachi... why?"

"Sota Adachi is being brought in for grooming a minor... considering I watched him get handsy with my fourteen-year-old co-worker yes I'm sure- and be warned Yosano and Dazai are angry."

"Everything will be okay Kenji." Kyoka held his hand firmly as they stepped into the office.

Kenji had never seen Fukuzawa so angry before- not at him of course but at Sota who was cowering away in the back corner of a cell- he had swelling around his eye and was cradling his jaw. Fukuzawa had shooed everyone out of the cell area and even with the door shut could they hear his yelling.

Kenji was worried, was what Sota did wrong? Was he not supposed to do things to make his friend feel better?

"Kenji?" Yosano crouched beside him. "Are you alright?"

"I think so." The boy said though he frowned. "Is Sota-"

"What he did to you was wrong and we are so sorry we didn't see it earlier."

"What did he do wrong? Don't friend's kiss all the time?" Yosano shook her head.

"Not like he did."

"Oh."

Kenji didn't pay much attention the rest of the day. He answered Minoura's questions and tucked himself close to Kyoka's side when she asked if she could hug him and stayed that way until the workday was over- he didn't want to go home.

It was Kunikida's idea to go out for a group dinner and Kenji would never say no to that even as he settled himself between Yosano and Kyoka- Dazai and Ranpo sitting either side of them. Hot Pot was certainly one way to make his day brighter!

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi Cas,

So I just found out that you're a teacher and I have been struggling with school quite a lot lately so i could really use some advice.

Let me give u some background context, before COVID I used to be a straight A student, in like all subjects except maths ( i used to get Bs , which was kinda ok).

But during covid, I like stopped studying as hard as I used to which has a very bad effect on my academics now that I've returned to school.

My studying capacity has really reduced and i really really struggled to maintain a good GPA in these previous academic years. ( i passed my mind sem exam by 2%) And now I'm going to start a new academic session (bcoz the next 2 academic sessions r literally one of the most important years of my education) and I need to get my shit together, I did some self reflection and have realised that I waste a lot of time on my phone & laptop and even when I'm not using them i just waste a lot of time but just lying in bed and doing nothing.

I just finished a semester with a very stressful period of exams and have some free time on my hands (like 15 days ig), and I really want to use this time fruitfully.

So as a teacher, what do you suggest I do?

p.s- thank you so much for listening to all our problems and giving advice, you're like a guardian angel and i really appreciate what you're doing. ♥️♥️

Hi hon!

First, I think it's amazing that you're reflecting and wanting to do better, especially at your age. It's difficult to make those realizations, you know?

Also, I want you to know that you are absolutely not alone. SO many people are struggling after covid.

I think the biggest things to put in place, especially as school gets tougher (which is natural as you get older) are strong study habits, organization, and time management. You can't always control the difficulty of classes, but you CAN control how you deal with that.

So, over the next few weeks, I'd suggest taking some time to first, get yourself organized. If you don't already have one, come up with a system that works to keep all your books, notes, assignments, etc in order. And then STICK to it.

Next, practice some different ways of time management. Do you work better with lists or a planner? Alarms on your phone? Rewarding yourself after every twenty minutes of work with a Tumblr break, or just getting the whole assignment done at once? Reflect on how you manage your time best and make sure those systems are put in place before classes start. Then, STICK to them.

Last, reflect on your study habits. What's the best way for you to study? Do you prefer to read information? Rewrite it in notes? Say it aloud? Make flashcards? Some other way? If you're not sure, try each one. Knowing the best way to study for YOU will help you later when you have tests so you're not wasting time making flashcards if you really benefit more by reading.

Once you figure all this out, make sure to stick to it. Even when it sucks. Because if you do, you won't get as overwhelmed when things start to get tougher. I'll be honest with you, I literally started using a time management strategy I hadn't used since high school just the other day because I had so many things going on and it was SO helpful!

Remember, you've got this! I believe in you!

(Also I am naming you student anon in case you want to write again!)

[fuckingarataswespeak]

Let me tell you about my morning

Ok so a few facts to start off with:

I really like maths (I'm not a whiz but I really enjoy it)

My phone never dies, I always make sure it is charged

I just graduated secondary school (highschool) and in ireland you have to sit tests at the end of school called your leaving cert which is your entire grade that gets you into a college

I did an alternative leaving cert course these last two years called the leaving cert applied (LCA) which is like a practical (and easy af tbh) version of the leaving cert, which does have exams at the end of the school, but is mostly consisted of projects throughout the year which gets you your credits

Because I really like maths, I was losing my mind in the LCA maths class, as it was literally so so so easy I wanted to explode, so my year head and course coordinater told me that i could take off certain LCA classes in order to do maths with the mainstream leaving cert

I was asked if I wanted to sit the mainstream leaving cert maths exam and I said yeah, since I had basically spent a year teaching myself the course (i only got to got to a couple of the maths classes a week so i mostly just studied for fun in my free time) but then I was told something along the lines of "no actually you cant sit the maths exam because blah blah blah stupid ass reason" literally like 2 days before exams started

The maths exam is split into 2, Paper 1 and Paper 2, each done on different dates.

Ok NOW we get into how my morning started off like.

I had no exams today so I was sleeping in like a normal person on a free day. I wake up to hearing sharp knocking on my front door. I am not clothed, as it was a warm night so i go "nah, fuck this" and go back to sleep.

The knocking happens again, and my brother goes down to answer the door. I hear someone talking to them and saying to wake me up in an urgent voice, so I spring out of bed and throw some clothes on.

I go downstairs to see 2 teachers from my school outside my house going "ABBY QUICK GET IN THE CAR YOU CAN SIT THE MATHS PAPER 2 EXAM!!!! IT STARTED AT 9:30 BUT IF YOU GET THERE BEFORE 10 YOU CAN STILL TAKE IT" (it was like 9:50-ish at this point)

One of the teachers was my school chaplain (Ms X) and the other was the one that helps organize the exams (Ms Y), both very lovely ladies. Ms Y goes "ABBY I RAN A RED TO GET HERE, I'VE NEVER RUN A RED IN MY WHOLE LIFE", and then ms X added "Yeah and she screamed FUCK while she did it"

So i grab my bag and hop in the car and

my god we

ZOOMED

there.

This woman who seemed like normally a very sensible driver broke SO MANY LAWS to get me there.

She ran 3 red lights. She wasn't "pushing the yellows". These were fully red lights she went through, at definitely speed limit breaking speeds.

Ms X jokingly asked if I wanted her to pray and i was like FUCK IT yeah sure and so we all started praying that my exam would go well and that we wouldnt be pulled over by the guardaí, or alternatively, die on the way there.

When we got the the school my vice principal was waiting for me and he opened the car door and i was told to leave my bag and we ran up the stairs together, and i got in just in time.

When i got out, made my way home and checked my phone after I charged it, I saw almost my entire family as well a bunch of staff members had been texting and ringing me to wake up for the exam

Anyways, as for how the exam actually went? It wasn't bad! I definitely did the very best I could've, considering i hadn't taken my adhd meds, I hadn't studied for like over a week for it, hadn't had breakfast and nearly lost my life on the way over

Anyways that was one of the most intense and fun mornings of my life



[raedroid]

Never Too Young To Die

Chapter 1: Family on Vacation

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Moorpark College is the home of the Raiders and the bridge to the future where many students attend to be the best they can be in Moorpark California, a small but lively town in the state. Among these students is a fierce and stubborn but determined and kind hearted young man, currently studying during his second semester of his first year. Spring has begun and he, along with everyone else is preparing for not only final exams, but also sport competitions, musical performances, theatre shows, art showcases and much more.

“Alright Lance! Let’s do that routine now ok?” Trevor asked. Trevor was Lances instructor and had helped shaped him into the gymnast he is today. Lance stood out from the second he joined the college as he was one of the few male students who joined gymnastics, something most boys at school picked on him for. But his training was paying off and he has become more physically active and healthy than he was before.

As he practiced his routine on the trampoline, he noticed his two biggest concerns and their names were Barrett and Liam, two competitive wrestlers who loved teasing him more than anything. He completes his routine easily, ready to showcase it the next day.

“Good job man! I say that’s enough for the day!” His coach smiled at his student and Lance felt confident about his abilities. As he went to wipe off his sweat, he saw a young man standing outside the window. He was holding a device and waving excitedly at him and Lance simply shook his head amused. That was his best friend Cliff Gyro. He may seem awkward and talkative, but you can’t deny his enthusiasm, loyalty and especially his intelligence. As he left to head off to one of his classes, he saw Barrett and Liam blocking his way.

“Why don’t you try something more manly Lance? We need some new members on the team. It’ll be better than being stuck with annoying ladies.” Barrett joked. Lance was annoyed instantly but he wasn’t threatened.

“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. But if you judge me again, the wrestlers are gonna be needing even more players.” Lance warned, going under their arms and walking off. Barrett was ready to strike him but Liam held him back.

“Don’t man. Just let him embarrass himself.” Liam suggested. Lance heard and even though he doesn’t show it, he does felt uncomfortable by the amount of tormenting by those two. But it turns out that was the least of his problems.

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Lance got out of the building with his gym bag and backpack, finished with his exam after weeks of worrying. He saw Cliff waiting by their bicycles and fist bumped him.

“That’s the last one man and we’re home free!” Cliff cheered and they rode their bikes down the track to the dormitory nearby.

“Thanks again man! That watch thing worked like a charm!” Lance complimented. He was gifted a watch where Cliff was able to send messages to him from his computer. Even though they both were good students, sometimes life gets in the way of studying so they worked out a system together with their watches to give each other answers and Cliff was the true mastermind behind the idea.

“I keep telling you Lance! My inventions are for real! They work!” Cliff exclaimed.

“Speaking of inventions, what’s that new thing you got up at the dorm? It smells like gasoline.” Lance asked.

“Glad you asked! I’ll show you! It’s almost done!” Cliff answered excitedly. They took the path down to the closet dormitory at the campus. They had a room big enough for two of them. Cliff’s half was clean and neat, everything organized perfectly and full of electronic and digital equipment. Lances side however was more cluttered and disoriented, posters of athletes and comic books on the wall. They both had posters of their favourite bands on the wall such as Kiss, Motley Crüe, and unapologetically ABBA. They were hard rock lovers and secret disco fans. Cliff ran over to his side of the room and pulled out a large gun from under his bed and plopped it on his desk.

“This is the Pyroblaster. I combined with explosive laser, slang and some petrol. One shot out of this baby and it could blow up the whole room!” He explained as he started polishing it.

“Mind if I test it out?” Lance asked jokingly, going to grab it but Cliff snatched it away.

“No crazyhead! You’re begging to kill yourself if you do you goof!” Cliff answered, putting his contraption away. “But you can have my bubblegum bugging device instead.” He added and Lance smirked at his friend

“Actually I think we’re done with those gadgets for a little while. Cause we don’t need these anymore!” Lance shouted excitedly, ripping their class schedules off their board and they high-fived instantly. “You gonna be there for my routine?”

“Of course man! Don’t listen to those pricks. They’re just jealous they’re not as daring as you.” He encouraged, receiving a slight blush from him.

“Aw Cliff you spoil me.”

“You know, all for one and one for all? Ever since we were kids man.” They both fist bumped again before Lance looked at a package near Cliffs computer.

“What’s this?”

“Oh your dad sent it to you. And your sister. He’s still out there trouble shooting for companies?”

“What else? I don’t have a flying clue what he’s doing lately and it’s kinda getting on my nerves. I don’t know if it affects Sapphire though or not.” Cliff looked at him sympathetically. He knew that Lance and his father had a rocky relationship and did his best to support him. “But he did said he’ll be here for my routine so that’s a good sign right?”

“Yeah that’s awesome man! He’s gonna see you at the Gymnastics Meet!”

“Yeah I guess so.” Cliff gave him a huge hug and Lance looked over at a photo of his father Drew, mother Gabrielle and older twin sister Sapphire, 10 years ago. His relationship with his father was rocky after he started leaving to work after their mother had passed away and Lance only wanted to see him once again to watch him win. One could only hope.

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Deep in the Diablo Canyon, Drew brought his soldiers through the facility. This was the location of Velvets current attack and where her troops were waiting on him.

“Alright men. Let’s hurry. I got an appointment after this.” Drew ordered. His men included Carruthers, mysterious and dangerous, and Ronan, goofy but an intelligent strategist. “Please it’s for my son.”

“You never talk about them. So what’s our plan here pal?” Carruthers remarked.

“Gonna flush out Ragnar. He’s bound to be down here.” Drew explained

“Don’t see how this is a problem to the city.”

“Well would you like to drink contaminated water?” They reached a wall and Ronan laid out an explosive, breaking a hole to help them get through. They trenched through the new pathway for a long time, Drew leading the way, until he heard a thud behind him only to see Ronan knocked out and Carruthers standing smugly behind him.

“I grew I’ve got a new problem huh?” Drew pulled out his gun and tried to shoot him down but he escaped in the nick of time. Ronan was bleeding to death in front of him and Drew had to flee, otherwise he would be next. He ran through the passageways, searching for the exit but once he saw the room of stairways and boilers, he knew he was lost.

“There he is! Get him.” A voice called out. He turned and saw Rayla with two henchmen. They grabbed and dragged him across to another room and saw Velvet inside, hiding in the darkness.

“Alright boys. No need to get nasty.” He ordered. The two men forced him into a chair and Rayla went to stand by his side. “Now Stargrove, it’s been a long time since I saw you. I believe you stole something precious from me. A program disk. Care to explain?” He asked

“Come on this is stupid. Is that anyway to treat an old friend like.”

“It’s stupid to even think we were friends. But we can end things peacefully for once if you want to see your precious kids again.” He threatened.

“What are you talking about. My kids don’t have any idea of what I do. You’re threatening to kill him aren’t you?”

“Oh I’m not threatening darling. I’m promising to kill them unless you give me what I want. You don’t want them to get into the wrong hands, like your wife. And I’m sure my darling Rayla here would have fun with that.”

“Fine. I’ve got it with me. Give me a second.” He goes to his pocket before pulling out a dagger and stabbing the hand of one of his henchmen and bolting out of the room.

“GET HIM!” They bellowed. Rayla ran straight to her target along with her henchmen. Drew managed to kill each of them one by one but Rayla dodged each one and parkour was her strategy to catch up to him, showing no signs of slowing down until she shot him in the shoulder and kicked him in the back and threw him down a flight of stairs, landing on glass shards.

“Listen Stargrove, you should’ve given us the disk. You earned your chance and you blew it.” Rayla laughed menacingly, watching as Drew started bleeding from the cuts and gun wound he received.

“Please! I’ve lost too much blood to your partners game!” Drew exclaimed, not noticing Velvet walking down the stairs.

“Oh Dumbgrove you’re about to lose a whole lot more! Don’t worry. I’ll let him handle it.” Rayla replied. Drew turned around and saw Velvet holding up a rifle and shot him repeatedly as Rayla moved away, watching with a smirk as he laid down bleeding to death. Velvet laughed maniacally as he was killed right before his eyes.

“Free at last!” He screamed in joy. But as he did, a slight tear rolled down his face. Rayla noticed and ran over to wipe it.

“Are you alright? This isn’t like you?” She asked sympathetically.

“Yeah. He just done a lot in the past.” Rayla embraced her lover and Velvet stroked her hair gently. “I’m honestly surprised you didn’t take the kill.” He remarked

“Eh. I figured you deserved this one. Considering your history with him.” Rayla answered

“You’re so good babe.” Velvet responded and kisses her as they walked up the stairs together, leaving behind their past but unintentionally starting someone else’s future.

[tea-plantz]

Hello lovelies! I’m so sorry for my lack of fanfics these last weeks, but I assure you that once it’s summer and all of my final exams are over, I’ll be able to post a lot more!

So I just decided to post this little Marcy drabble, before I continue working on some of my longer requests<3

(I have some reallyyy old requests that I haven’t finished yet, but I’ll get to them I promise)

She/her for the reader

~Marcy Wu x fem!reader

Romantic movies~

I were sitting on my couch with my girlfriend, Marcy. We had been planning a sleepover for such a long time now, and the day had finally come!

“Hey Mar-mar?” I turned to look at her.

“Yeah, N/n?” She responded, looking up at me.

“Could you head over to the kitchen and fetch us some popcorn, while I pick out a movie?” I asked her as I slightly tilted my head to the right.

“Yeah of course! You know what type of movies I like~” Marcy giggling as she pecked my cheek, before standing up and making her way to the kitchen.

I giggled slightly to myself as I watched her walk away. God, she was just so cute sometimes, I sighed lovingly, before remembering that I actually had to find something for us to watch.

After a little bit of a scavenger hunt, I finally found the remote behind a couple of pillows at the very edge of the sofa. I clicked the on button as the TV lights sprung to life, before I started searching for a movie. Maybe ‘Lord of the Rings’? No, we watched that last time. How about ‘The Shining’? No, Marcy is kind of a scaredy-cat, haha. I continued to search a bit more, my eyes skimming through the different covers, as I heard Marcy roaming around in the kitchen, until one particular movie finally caught my attention. ‘From up on poppy hill’, a studio Ghibli movie, and… a romantic movie. I blushed slightly at the thought as I smiled. This is perfect! Marcy loves Ghibli movies and this is a chance for us to have a romantic couple moment! I said to myself with a determinant look on my face. We. Will. Cuddle.

“Hey Y/n!” Marcy suddenly said as she returned with a big bowl of popcorn.

“Marcy!” I said, startled, as I hadn’t herd her coming. “I um.. I picked out a movie!” I said with a nervous smile as Marcy turned to face the TV.

“A love movie?” She looked at me with a small blush covering her features.

“Y-yeah, we can pick out something different if you don’t wanna watch it, I just thought that-“

“Hey hey, it’s ok!” The back haired girl giggled a bit as she calmed me down with a sweet smile.

“I absolutely love that movie and I would love to watch it with you” she said as she looked away from my eyes, slightly smiling.

I sat there in silence as I looked at her, before I captured her in a big bear hug.

“Awwwh sweetie! You really wanna watch a love film with me? Your too cute~” I smirked as I laughed.

Marcy burrowed her face into my chest with a whine, clearly embarrassed, as I laughed even more.

In the end, me and my girlfriend ended up hugging each other close under one of my moms big and fluffy blankets on the couch. Marcy even rested her head on my shoulder as she gave me random fun-facts about the movie from time to time. Tonight couldn’t have been more perfect.

I felt like this little scenario actually turned out really cute! Sorry it’s so short though, but I really need more sleep 🥲

[silverisafukintrainwreck]

i'm bored and sleep deprived, so here i decided to share my danganronpa kins (as in relating to the characters) and why i even kin them! except they get more personal with each one. (i'll get into a bit of a rant for both of these so- be warned and stay safe reading cause dark humor about my trauma is my coping mechanism!)

1: ibuki! i swear she is literally just me. before i even knew what danganronpa was my friends would tell me i reminded them of her. absolutely her entire personality. i can't even begin to explain because iit's literally. everything. i am ibuki's sillyism fr

2: gundham! because i, too, have created a fictional reality and alter ego for myself that i get so engrossed with that i forget it's not. real. and i like to be very dramatic and extra about said alter ego and fantasies.

3: nagisa! ok to be honest my biggest red flag when it comes to this fandom is that i watched udg when i was like twelve and related a little bit too fucking much with the WOH. each of them in some ways, but the only one that still holds up to this day is nagisa. being a younger sibling of someone who is very academically smart when you're completely uninterested in that type of intelligence is a nightmare. the school i currently am enrolled in has an entrance exam. my sister passed one year before me, scoring second place. when i took the exam, i passed first place. not like i had a choice. i needed to be equal or better than her. i was better. but it still wasn't. enough.

4: celeste! picking up from gundham's "living in a fantsay" part, we have actually fulling embracing said fantasy and personality due to absolutely despising normalcy and being boring. this, along with a very important part of her character which i'll explain more in the last kin.

5: mikan! i have already made a post or another about kinning mikan, but here goes again. again on the topic of the not being boring thing, being ignored completely is my biggest fear. i literally rather have people hate my guts and insult me and lash out than them leaving me. i got caught up in a few bad relationships due to this. speaking of which, the smallest crumbles of affection or praise get me head over heels for people. lovebombing works like a charm on me!

6: the character who i hate relating to the most, kokichi. he used to be of my least favorite characters in the franchise. i couldn't figure out for the life of me why. recently i finally did. he remind me of ALL the worst parts about myself. it's probably self-explanatory what exactly i'm talking about, but it goes so deep that i can't even bring myself to talk about it in a silly tumblr post!

wow. that went a LOT deeper than i expected :D i think i'll shut up for a week after this

[mindful-of-ideas]

Preference: Dead Poets Society

- Studying With the Poets

Characters: Charlie, Neil, Todd, Meeks, Knox, Pitts, Cameron

A/N: This is the first time I’m writing preferences so I hope you like it and I’m open to any feedback! I tried to keep this strictly friendship but you might see stuff that could pretty well turn into flirting if you want it to (:

Charlie:

Charlie is the kind of person who needs a loud environment to be able to study. Otherwise, he will find his own distractions. That’s why you were surprised when he agreed to study alone with you. When it’s only the two of you, he mostly fidgets with pens or paper instead. Which you really don’t mind except when he steals your pens. You could have a pen on your ear or one holding your hair and he would snatch it without notice pretending he absolutely needed that one. One time he even took the pen from your hand as you were about to write with it.

“I was using that…”

“Sorry, here!” he said giving you another pen from his breast pocket.

“Will I ever see my own pen again?”

“Maybe…”

To keep him from getting bored you ask him loads of questions and he’s always happy to answer. And he’s actually really good at explaining. He will put it in the simplest terms and make really far-fetched links between things but it does help in understanding and memorizing the subject. When he doesn’t understand something and you don’t either, you will think about it out loud, debate it, bounce ideas off of each other, and most often you get to a satisfying answer.

You’re also the first public to all his presentations. And god knows he needs help with those.

“What… what was the subject,” you asked once he was done.

“The industrialization of England in the 1800s.”

“So not the last King of France?”

“How did you even get that?!”

“You’re the one who brought it up!”

That also means you’re the first one to hear the poems he writes.

Neil:

He’s the one to ask you to study with him and very quickly it becomes a weekly thing. You always study together on the same day at the same time. Still, he always asks you first and makes sure you want to be there. If you ever say no, he doesn’t pressure you or question your decision.

“How about today, Y/N?”

“Yeah, today’s fine, sorry about last week.”

“Don’t worry. Still, I hope everything is okay.”

Because he genuinely cares about how you’re feeling.

This boy is a disaster when it comes to science and math. So he’s always asking you questions, even if you’re not the best either. He prefers asking you over Cameron or Meeks because he likes the way you explain it. While he struggles with those subjects, he’s good at literature and Latin.

At some point, Todd got really sick and couldn’t help him learn his lines, so he asks you instead.

“I’m sorry, Todd must be better than me at this.”

“It’s okay, you’re really good actually. Don’t worry about it,” he answered flashing you the biggest smile.

Turns out you’re not half bad and you actually enjoy doing that with Neil.

“How come you can remember all those lines, but not the 20 first elements of the periodic table?” you asked when you were revising for an exam.

“Maybe there should be a play about it.”

“Presenting ‘The Elements of the Periodic Table’, featuring Neill Perry as number 8, oxygen, and Y/N L/N as number 19, potassium!”

He chuckled.

“That would make an ok play I guess,” he finally said.

Todd:

You asked him many times to join you when he’s studying but he always refused politely. So one day you decided to just sit right on from of him, take out your textbooks and wait for him to say something… and he never said anything. So you studied with him in silence for a while, not sure if you were making him uncomfortable (hopefully not), until you had a question.

“I’m not sure I understand what Mr. Keating wants us to do for the analysis?” you asked out loud.

“I… it’s… it’s not too com-complicated,” he finally said, “I can show you what I’ve done for my poem.”

“Yeah, that could help.”

And just like that, a silent agreement passed between the two of you. You would study together, mostly in silence, but would always be there for each other whenever you needed help.

“And that’s how you can figure out how many moles of acid you have left. Does that make sense?” you said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, yeah I think I get it now,” he answered lowering his head and smiling.

“What are you smiling for?”

Seeing he wasn’t answering you went on.

“Now please explain to me this,” you said pointing at some Latin from today’s class.

“Sure,” he said pulling his chair closer.

And he’s super good at explaining things.

He would also let you read the poems he’s written.

“That might be my favourite so far!”

“You always say that.”

“Is this the one you’re going to read tonight?”

“I- I don’t think I’ll read.”

“Can I read it for you then? I’ll tell everyone you wrote it obviously.”

“I’m not sure, Y/N.”

“No pressure, you can say no. I was just offering,” you said, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

Meeks:

He is good in basically every subject so he can help with anything. He was actually the one to come up to you and ask if you wanted to study with him.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

“I was wondering if you might want to study with me sometime?”

“Sure!”

“It’s just I saw the face you made after we got back the physics exam and I figure… maybe I could help… not that I think you’re not good or that…”

“You’re okay, I could really use the help honestly.”

He tries so hard to not make it seem like things come easily to him so that you don’t feel like you’re ‘slowing him down’. He answers all your questions and takes the time to make sure you understand. He’s not the best at explaining but he does it differently than your teachers do, and that’s what helps you the most.

He also is the most patient of all the poets and puts up with everything you do.

“You realize you’re under the table. Table which you could use to write your homework on,” he said, not even bothering to look at you.

“The world is calmer down here,” you answered.

“The world is…”

Not even a second later he is sitting by your side.

“Yeah, I get what you mean… it’s like we’re under a wave. You did forget about the normal force, however.”

“Goddammit!”

Knox:

When you two are studying alone, no one actually believes work is getting done. It always seems like you’re doing anything but studying. But you are getting work done. You could be blasting music so loud that no one else except you two could concentrate. Or you could go on bike rides while quizzing each other the whole time.

But mostly you just gossip while doing homework. You gossip so much. No one gets how you can talk and study at the same time. You can even study different subjects yet still understand what’s happening.

“Ok, but is Chris okay with that?”

“Yeah, she is, that’s the best part! Did you get x=3π for number 4?”

“3π + 2nπ, so when are you going, next week? ‘Rosam’ is accusative right?”

“Yes. No, the one after. When are you going to find someone for yourself, we could make this a double date?”

You blush.

He’s also the mastermind behind every mnemonic trick you’ve ever used. Some of them only make sense to you two and Meeks hates absolutely all of them.

“So, you know the greatest integer function?” he started.

“Yeah…”

“Overstreet, don’t” shouted Meeks from across the room.

“No, go on,” you said.

“So, when it’s regular you have these parameters we call ‘a’ and ‘b’, right?”

“Yeah…”

“So if you’re confused about which one does what, just remember that you can only hit your foot on the step height so that’s your ‘a’!”

“How is that…”

“Because when you hit your toes on something you go ‘ahhhh’!”

“That’s brilliant,” you said smiling at him.

Pitts:

You started studying together by accident. One night, all of the poets were studying together when one by one they left, leaving the two of you alone. At first, it was awkward. You would basically sit in silence and occasionally would ask each other questions. But slowly he warms up to you and you start getting more comfortable. As you spend more time together, you start sitting side by side instead of in front of each other.

“Fu…” you started saying.

“Y/N, don’t,” he said giving you a disapproving look.

“But the science won’t science!”

He burst out laughing.

“What is it, you don’t understand?” he asked.

“The science… just all of it… I’m so dumb.”

“Alright, look at me,” he said turning to face you, “wait, I need to lower myself, I want to see your eyes… ok that won’t work, get up.”

You complied, curious to see where this was going.

“Still too tall,” he continued, “here get on the chair.”

Once again, you complied.

“That’s it, now we’re eye to eye. Y/N L/N, you are not dumb. Now come down, I’ll do the problem with you.”

He gave you his hand and you jumped down smiling. This is one of the few moments where you can see his goofier side and you’re not complaining. He always makes sure you feel confident and happy before continuing his explanation. 

That’s about the only time he looks you in the eyes. When he reassures you and wants to make sure you understand what he’s saying. Otherwise, he’s often doodling while explaining stuff, so your notes are covered in flowers and mushrooms and stars.

Cameron:

This boy writes down EVERYTHING during class. So whenever you missed something you just go and ask him to see his notes. And he’s always happy to help you out. Even if he writes everything down, it doesn’t mean he understood everything, so he often relies on you to explain it.

“What does that mean?” he asked pointing at something in his notebook.

“What does it even say? Cameron, you’ve got the worse handwriting!”

“There is a parallel to be drawn between magic in Julius Caesar and religion in Ancient Rome,” he said grumpily, “that’s what I wrote.”

“Oh,” you said chuckling, “I think it’s simply that the way magic is presented in the play is similar to what the Romans thought of magic. At least in the beginning of Rome and the empire. Didn’t Shakespeare actually use like an Ancient source about that?”

“The main source for historical details was Plutarch’s Parallel Lives,” he said reading from his notes, “your right!”

He is also really stubborn. He wants to understand things by himself and find a way of studying that will work perfectly for him. He won’t go to the next problem until he solved this one even if it takes him hours.

“We could just ask Meeks,” you said.

“Absolutely not!” he answered, “Meeks won’t be there at the exam, we need to understand on our own.”

[lonelostwriter]

Took My Wallet (A Stobotnik Fic Pt1)

I wrote a series of Stobotnik One shots that at this point flow into a story so uh here you go.

For basic context this is an AU where Stone and Eggman are childhood friends!

Stone talks in Blue

Eggman in Red

♡ "What's the softest way to say,

That you took away my friend, 

My buddy?"♡

After graduation Stone had said something the Ivo honestly should have expected. And yet it still caused the now no longer high school student to process.

"Ivo. I'm a guy." 

No not that. That's not the right thing!!!! But it is funny. Not the point! Anyway. 

"Yeah. I've been thinking about going to college. And I got accepted! It's pretty far out though. Like 15 hours by car? But it's got a pretty great curriculum and has what I want to major in!" 

Baffled.  Ivo stands there for a moment. Others chatting loudly and their parents congratulating them, some just enjoying the other's presence. And some rough housing like normal. 15 hours. That meant that they-

I mean. He would live. Would just be really bumming to know he wouldn't be able to see the other often, if ever during the next couple years. 

"But hey. I promise to write to ya. Ok?" Ivo stops, before chuckling. 

"Alright. Good luck then, Stone."

"You too, Ivo. Now c'mon! The night isn't over yet. And I'm not gone for another week! So let's make the most of it." 

And that was true.  

Though the week went by faster than Ivo would ever like to admit. But. They promised each other to write.

Weekly.

Every week, same time, letters would be mailed. And if they missed a day that was made up by being sent later. 

A specific letter that always stuck out to the young Robotnik was this one in particular. At least certain lines.

'I miss talking to you in person.  Everyone else seems so much less intelligent without you around. It's kind of infuriating. '

Which was a fair assessment. No one could truly match his intelligence.  But the other one.

'Exams are coming up so I probably won't be able to write to you as often as I'd like. Sorry Doctor. I promise to make it up to you. I love you <3' 

Doctor. I love you. Odd choice words considering. The last one was certainly new within their messages. Ivo leans back into his chair, spinning around in it. 

What he wasn't expecting was for the letters to stop altogether. The first 3 weeks he brushed under the rug. By the time 4, 5, and 6 went by he found himself worried. Stone couldn't have forgotten,  right? Surely everything was… ok.

It wasn't like their Junior year. It wasn't. Stone was fine. Maybe the letters just got lost in the mail. Incompetence was common within mailing. 

Still. He couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Weeks turned into months. And before he realized it. 4 years had gone by. 4 years, 5 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, and 14 hours. 

Why had he still been counting, anyhow? What was the point? Stone hadn't sent him a trace to know if he was alive or not. So why keep counting? Every second that ticked by, every minute, hour, day, week- he was still waiting. This was silly. Even when he pondered his orb something would nag at him.

Why did Stone leave?

[maddieladner1999]

Bad idea right? Chapter 5

This chapter continues right after the last. The boys finally have sex and celebrate Ricky passing his exams and getting into college with EJ!

After EJ went back to school the normal texting resumed. They didn’t FaceTime at first to focus on their studying for midterms but they started their scheduled FaceTimes again after the exams. Ricky passed with all As. EJ did too. They decided to celebrate. Ricky figured since EJ visited him last he would go see him. He decided to spend the weekend with him. He left after school on Friday the week after midterms.

Once Ricky arrived he went straight to EJ’s dorm after texting him he was here and EJ telling him he was in his dorm. Ricky does a quick knock. EJ answers.

EJ: it’s only been like a month. Missed me?

Ricky: texting isn’t enough. I needed to see your face. I figured in person was better. We’ll get back to FaceTime next week

EJ: good. (EJ pushes Ricky to the bed)

Ricky: that was fast

EJ: we didn’t exactly get to do this the last few times we saw each other in person. We’re alone. It’s the perfect opportunity

Ricky: carry on them sweetheart

EJ and Ricky don’t just do blowjobs this time. They go for it. EJ finds his condoms in his drawer and starts with his fingers. After Ricky is wide enough he goes inside. It’s been so long since he had any kind of pleasure he unfolds within minutes. Ricky immediately repays the favor. After sex, the boys order some food and eat on the floor again. They watch glee and try not to sing as it’s getting late.

EJ: as much as I love watching this with you on FaceTime in person is by far way better

Ricky: oh yeah? Why’s that?

EJ: because you’re reactions aren’t a second off because technology and I get to do things like this (EJ places his hand on Ricky’s thigh)

Ricky: if we’re going to the random hand placing thing my hands are inching to play with that hair of yours. Which by the way looks extremity sexy already from the sex.

EJ: go ahead. I love it when you play with my hair.

Ricky attacks EJ’s hair with his hands with such force EJ immediately goes to his lap.

EJ: so much for putting my hand on your thigh. It’s a little hard to do now.

Ricky: it’s alright sweetheart. We’ll take turns.

They focus on the show again until they fall asleep. When they wake up the next day, they are spooning. Ricky being the little spoon is a surprise given it wasn’t the position they were in last night. And the computer was off so Ricky must have turned it off because EJ knows he didn’t. Ricky wakes up a few minutes later with the cutest bed head he’s ever seen

EJ: nice hair

Ricky: same to you.

EJ: did you turn the computer off last night?

Ricky: yeah after you fell asleep. I couldn’t watch our show without you.

EJ: I’ve seen it before I wouldn’t be too mad.

Ricky: still. We watch it together. Wasn’t messing with that.

EJ: you’re the best you know that?

Ricky: of course I am.

EJ: so I guess we get the day and most of tomorrow?

Ricky: yep! You wanna keep watching glee or do we have plans today?

EJ: well I wasn’t expecting you until 2 days ago so no plans made but we can come up with something on the fly. And we’ll do that today and watch glee tomorrow

Ricky: sounds good. I’m gonna shower first if that’s ok

EJ: that’s fine. You brought clothes or are you wearing mine?

Ricky: I brought some but if that’s an invitation I will gladly accept.

EJ: well I would love to see you in my clothes so yes it is.

Ricky: pick me out an outfit?

EJ: already on it baby.

Ricky: be back in a few.

The bathroom is luckily all EJ’s since he’s an RA, so Ricky just goes on in. He didn’t bring any soap since he planned on smelling like EJ. He hopes the scent can come home with him. He makes a mental note of what brands EJ uses to buy some for himself. Just to smell. He’s done pretty quickly and comes out the bathroom to find EJ shirtless looking through his clothes

Ricky: still looking for the perfect outfit for me?

EJ: No actually I’m looking for my hoodie to give you while it’s still cool enough for one.

Ricky: you should’ve brought it to sectionals or hell even when you came home for winter break

EJ: I know but I didn’t think of it then.

Ricky: it’s ok. Maybe I’ll loan you mine instead.

EJ: no I want to see you in MY hoodie

Ricky: so assertive.

EJ: you look good in my clothes and it’s always nice to see you on FaceTime but you’re never wearing anything of mine. Now you will be able too

Ricky: that’s adorable. So what am I wearing today?

EJ: it’s laying on the bed. (Pulls something out of the drawer) found it. Here.

Ricky: (catches the hoodie) is it cold today?

EJ: yeah. Wouldn’t need to give it to you now if it wasn’t.

Ricky: right. Well thanks. You gonna shower?

EJ: yeah going now be back in a few baby

EJ showers pretty quick and is dressed even quicker. They’re soon off in EJ’s car on their way wherever they decide to go. They stop for breakfast at the nearby McDonald’s before heading to a roller skating rink. The decide it’s be fun since they both had never done it before. May even be funny. After renting some roller skates they laced up and got in the rink. It was easier than they thought.

Ricky: you’re kinda good at this

EJ: you’re not so bad yourself.

After a few hours the boys were tired and decided to head back. They grabbed some Taco Bell on the way and ate in the car. After laying on the floor from tiredness, the boys decided to watch some more glee. They did just that until they went to sleep again. EJ turning it off this time before kissing Ricky on his forehead goodnight.

The next day Ricky wakes up first. He doesn’t even move because EJ’s grip is so tight he can’t. Once EJ wakes up the grip gets looser and Ricky sits up.

EJ: you good?

Ricky: yeah just a small bed need a stretch

EJ: right. Well you showering first or can I?

Ricky: go ahead.

EJ takes a longer shower today doing some overthinking. Ricky seems to be far away. He hopes he’s not doing the running away thing again. He hasn’t had Ricky very long but he isn’t ready to lose him yet. He thought they were doing good. Now he’s not so sure.

—————-

While EJ is in the shower, Ricky gets a text from Gina.

Gina: hey study buddy how did you do on your exams?

Ricky: good. I got all A’s!

Gina: that’s great. You with EJ?

Ricky: yeah coming home later why what’s up?

Gina: oh nothing just saw you leave on Friday so fast thought maybe you were off to visit him. I wasn’t trying to be weird I just wanted to know how you did on your tests as your tutor.

Ricky: I figured as much. Is that all?

Gina: yep. You have fun now. See you at rehearsal tomorrow

The wildcats were putting on a production of tinker bell this year and as soon as tickets came out last week, Ricky is 100% certain that EJ bought the first one. Soon EJ was exiting the bathroom and getting dressed. Ricky gets up to take his turn but is stopped by EJ

EJ: hey you seemed far away earlier everything ok?

Ricky: yes of course. I was just thinking about how I have to leave you later and got a little upset about it

EJ: so we’re cool?

Ricky: yes we’re cool. I hate when you leave. I hate leaving you.

EJ: I’m always a text away

Ricky: I know but it’s not the same. I can’t play with your hair or wake up in your arms.

EJ: well once you finish school this semester and hopefully get in here you can join me and never leave me side with the exception of class and work and extracurricular activities

Ricky: well I guess it’s a good thing I got my acceptance letter in

EJ: you did? Why didn’t you tell me?

Ricky: I got it in Thursday. I wanted to surprise you.

EJ: is that why you came? Other than missing my face

Ricky: yeah that and passing my midterms. Gina is one hell of a tutor.

EJ: I know. She’s so smart. I’m glad you could stay friends.

Ricky: just because we didn’t work our doesn’t mean we couldn’t be friends

EJ: I know but still.

Ricky: alright I’m gonna go shower now. Get the laptop ready.

EJ: no we’re going to celebrate with a nice lunch.

Ricky: did we sleep through breakfast?

EJ: kinda. And I meant brunch so it’s kinda both.

Ricky: sounds good.

After Ricky’s shower, he gets dressed (in EJ’s clothes again obviously) and they hit the road to this nice restaurant serving brunch. They’re too young for mimosas but they still have a good time with the food. They have a water toast to celebrate. Ricky can’t wait for the school year to be over so he can see EJ everyday. EJ is thinking the same thing.

Ricky goes home after a few more episodes of glee. They’re halfway through season 3 now and he’s gonna miss watching it next to EJ and playing with that beautiful head of hair. They don’t watch as many episodes in FaceTime as they did this weekend. They might get though 2 sometimes 3. They get back to their regular routine until it’s time for nationals which is luckily one week before opening night which means he gets to see EJ 2 weekends in a row. He’s never been more excited.

[unknowncallers-world]

Feelings can just go away. She said she had them. And no matter what I happened I don’t think they really went away for her. We don’t talk as much which is understandable. We talk everyday but still. I haven’t seen her for almost 2 weeks. Ofc with all the shit last week. And the fact I have exams every night this week makes it hard. And she’s been tired and sleeping hella early. Idk tho. Idk what’s been going on in her life. I mean I do but not a lot. We don’t send each other posts anymore but she likes most of mine including all my gym ones. I’m single. Not with her. Not with anyone. But I don’t act single. I act like I’m with her. Like I’m waiting. Not that I’m trying for that. Because I really need space rn. I’m having a hard time resounding to my friends and her sometimes. I don’t consider anybody a priority. I only respond to my friends/coresidents and attendings here in Philly. I’ve really made good friends here and idk besides having to respond for work, we can just banter and talk about shit. Not that I can’t do that with my other friends or even her, the relationship with people here was just built different. Like they know my work situations. And well the truth is, maybe I am waiting. I really like her. The times of the day we do talk, is still like she gets me. Not that it will go away. And I’ve had these moments where I’m like no it’s supposed to be this way. Look at the shit I kept saying about me and Taylor. But with her. The connection. The chemistry. Who she is. Her personality. The way it’s so easy with her. I’m not saying that can’t be other people. Cause it can be. But I want it to be her. And rn with where I’m at in life and the peace I’m at. Still tryna figure it out, I’m ok with that. Ofc that can be an excuse but idc. I’m doing me. So fuck off