#friend doing a cool thing pls boost!
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idk if you’d be comfortable writing this but I was wondering if you could whip up an Aphrodite!reader who’s fed up with her beauty. She stops attending school and stays the full term at camp which makes Luke confused. So she tells him about how random dudes would hit on her and be creepy at her school or something. She’d prolly join him with Kronos bc she wants to feel respected for once. Would be such an angsty but filled with femme rage although totally cool if you choose not to write this~ Just wanted to share it with someone 💛
Pairing: Luke Castellan x Aphrodite!Reader
Summary: Maybe you didn't want to be beautiful anymore.
Content: pretty angsty, brief mentions of male harassment but nothing explicit or triggering, again sorry for the wait i had w block pls forgive me. also not proofread sorry yall its been a rough week.
You were only faintly aware of the noise around you.
The chatter of the city was a mere buzz in the back of your head as you marched down the street. It amazed you, really, just how unbelievably dickish mortal boys could be. This one in particular; Mike Schwartz, a five foot something jock who sat on the bench at every game. He’d been a bother in your life since you started high school. Back then, you took the endless prospects as a compliment – you truly were your mother’s daughter. It was a boost to your weak teenage confidence.
But as the years went by, the constant asking for your hand became an irritant. Especially when they couldn’t get the hint – at fourteen, turning down guys felt amazing, but when those same guys kept coming back for more, it made your eye twitch. Couldn’t they take the first no, tuck their tail between their legs and fuck off?
Apparently not.
After four years of putting up with it, you were done. Storming out of the cafeteria, grabbing all your things, hailing a cab and getting the hell outta dodge. Maybe you should’ve stopped to think — called your dad, taken a few deep breaths. But the harder you thought about it, after trying not to for so many years, you came to the conclusion that you would’ve ended up here anyway.
Here being the peak of HalfBlood Hill in the middle of September. It was only slightly unusual, because when you usually arrive at the start of summer you get to watch the crowds of arrivals setting up shop at camp. Now, however, it was fairly desolate. Less people, you knew.
It was also a split second shock when you stepped across the border and felt the drastic change in weather. From the cool breeze of the autumn air to the warm summery spring that camp was in year-round. A shift that made you pause, but you kept on down the hill anyway.
Chiron was waiting for you on the porch of the Big House, and without so much as a word, gestured for you to follow him inside. He was fairly understanding of your situation, but made you Iris Message your dad and tell him of your decision. He, too, was more glad you were safe than angry you ran off.
“We can talk about this when you feel like talking.” He’d said.
So you’d done it. Finally, you’d gotten yourself away from the hey hot stuffs and the you seeing anyone baby?s. You were back at camp, you were where you were most happy.
But you weren’t happy.
Being a year-rounder, you’d discovered, was a lot less busy than being a summer camper. You got more days off, longer breaks between activities. You found yourself spending more time in your own company; something you never really got to do before. Most of the time you were with your siblings, or your mortal friends, or you were being hounded by some frat boy and their friends.
It took a minute to get used to the loneliness, but you did. You explored camp, found places you hadn’t seen before. A cute clearing near a stream on the east side of the forest, or a Satyr sanctuary on the far end of the beach. You read more books, you trained a little harder, you perfected six new hairstyles on your little sister Elena and Annabeth from the Athena Cabin.
And yet, you were still pissed off.
“Why?”
Luke Castellan was a name everyone knew in this little corner of Long Island. One of the oldest campers, head counsellor of the rowdiest cabin, token tour guide for the new kids. Oh, and the best swordsman camp had seen in, like, three centuries. He was cute, that much you’d heard all around your cabin. But you’d never really held a solid conversation with him until you became a year-rounder. The fewer people around, the more you run into him.
You’d been practising a few neat tricks with a dagger when he spotted you. Said he was there to train himself for once and that you wouldn’t even notice he was there. You did, though. Especially when he took his shirt off twenty minutes in.
You shared a water break, he asked you why you’d transferred to being a year rounder, and you indulge him in the story. He was super nice about it too, which made you angry. Was Luke the only nice guy on the planet?
“But at least you’re happier now, right?” He’d said. You weren’t, you told him that much. He gave you this knowing look you’d never seen on him before, and asked Why?
You shrugged, “I don’t know. I love it here, I do. But I shouldn’t have to uproot my entire life and bring it here just to get some semblance of peace. I shouldn’t have to give up my education, my friends, my dad, just so I don’t have to get harassed every day. It’s not even like my mom gave me anything to help combat it, either. She just made me beautiful and told me to deal with the consequences! I mean,” You let out a weak chuckle, holding up the dagger you’d been toying with, “This was a birthday present from a friend in Cabin Six. Not even my mother, who is a warrior herself, could bother sending me a weapon. They really don’t give two shits about us, do they?”
He’d parted his lips, eyes shining with something, and looked at you through his bottom lashes, “No. They don’t.”
You and Luke grew closer after that. A lot closer. By the time summer rolled around and the rest of the campers returned, you were inseparable. Many rumours spread but you two ignored them in favour of sneaking into that clearing you’d found and talking in whispers about your hatred for the gods. Who cared if they could hear you? Let them.
It was Luke who had come up with the idea to steal the bolt. A quick job, in and out, and maybe then they’d listen to what you’d have to say. But they didn’t — they did exactly what they always did and risked the lives of two young demigods and a satyr just because they couldn’t be bothered doing it themselves. Selfish — that’s what they were. They didn’t care about anyone —
“ — but themselves!” You glared at Thalia, who stood before you atop Mount Tamalpais with her spear in your direction. “I mean, look at your dad. He didn’t care enough to stop the monsters from killing you, oh, but it’s okay because he turned you into a damn tree!”
“This isn’t the way!” Annabeth yelled from afar. Her hair was twisted in a style you’d taught her how to do that first year as a year-rounder. It broke your heart that she couldn’t see how right you and Luke were.
“Curse them, Thalia.” You said plainly, holding up your dagger. Half mortal metal, half celestial bronze. A gift from Luke. “Curse your father and his children. His brothers. Curse them all like they deserve to be cursed! They deserve to be toppled.”
You tilted your head, looking at them all. Luke and your army were heading steadily up the mountain. If you could convince them now, there wouldn’t need to be a battle.
“Where are they now, huh?” You raised both your arms, “You’re fighting for your life against a titan on a mountain and the only god who came to help out was Artemis? And that’s just because she was here already.” You scoffed out a laugh, “You should thank us, really, for taking her. Had we not, you’d be dead already.”
Annabeth watched. You were unrecognisable in that moment — your face streaked with dirt and blood, curled into a dark sneer that any of your siblings would berate you for because of the wrinkles you’d get. You didn’t seem to care all that much, though. Not when Thalia was lunging for you and attempting to pull you out of the rage you were in. Not when her spear and shield were no match for your measly dagger and you went toppling down the mountain.
The next time any of them saw you was in Manhattan — after believing you to be dead for a year and a half, it came as a shock when you emerged from the crowd of monsters. Your hair was hacked short, and one of your legs had been replaced with a bronze prosthetic. You fought with a ruthlessness none of them had seen in you before, whether it be because you were on the losing side or because Luke had given his body to the Lord of Time before you had the chance to tell him you loved him. You were still angry, and even if you hated Kronos, you didn’t hate him nearly as much as you hated the gods.
When Luke died, you were kneeled beside him. Your face was dirty, your hair was knotty, and there was a dent in your bronze leg. He lifted a hand to your face, “I’m sorry to have to say this, but…you’re sorta beautiful.”
“Sorta?”
He grinned, and then he died, and you were filled with such unbridled rage that you pushed yourself down to the ground of Manhattan and tore through Kronos’ army with fire in your eyes, not stopping until Apollo got rid of your sight and forced you to calm down. You didn’t know if you’d ever be calm, since the only person who ever understood you just died in your arms, but you dropped your dagger and stomped your way back up to Olympus like a bratty child anyway.
Zeus didn’t punish you for what you did, but he did say he’d be keeping a firm eye on you. You joined the hunters, much to your mothers disdain, and didn’t ever allow yourself to look back.
#@lia’s works#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#percy jackson#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians
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Hey! I know its a bit out of the blue but Im reaching in hopes if you could possibly help boost/share the post i pinned for my cat? We desperately need some help rn, im so sorry if I did bother you, I hope you stay safe. Pls consider answering this ask privately or maybe send me a msg. 🙏❤️
you know what
no 🙏❤
hey kids, lets play a game of spot a scam again!! (i'd copy and paste the previous one but tumblr search is worthless and apparently that ask isnt tagged in my blog for some reason or just doesnt exist anymore buT ANYWAYS!!)
okay this is literally the same story ive seen before at least three times. its word to word the same. youre not even trying
reblogs only from original posts. they have gotten "smarter" tho as this blog followed me in attempts to try to show its "real". and yet they havent reblogged from blogs they supposedly follow, only from probably the top posts from some cat tag and only from original posters
their only original post as far as i scrolled (which admittedly wasnt very far as its obvious this is a scam lol) is the donation post. unsurprisingly
ive said it before and i'll say it again - they seem to target people in similar positions that they are supposedly in, trying to pluck that sympathy cord with "your pet is sick so you are sensitive and know how this feels". also bitch if im asking help to pay my vet bills what makes you think i can help you LOL
"pls consider answering this ask privately" lmao so what people dont know youre a scammer? NEXT
a simple search even within tumblr tells you people already know about this. the account, the story and the cat. you aint fooling anymore
if unsure kids, ask a friend and google things 👍 reverse image search, for example, is your best friend!!
also kids, in case youre asking "well what bad could a one little me reblogging a post even if its a scam do if i dont donate :/" 1. im sorry what and 2. it makes them look legitimate which they are not. the more notes the more trusted the source cause tumblr is full of idiots (sorry not sorry ive been here for over 11 years i know what people are like) plus you put your friends, mutuals and followers in a risk of participating in a scam. and have your name associated with it as well. do i need to go on?
anyways hi go report this blog and always be hesitant if someone you dont know asks you for donations like this. unless its a beloved mutual on your dash, reconsider. stay safe, thanks 💜
//update 1. seeing their blog requires a login lmao and 2. they only followed me for me to notice and idk if they unfollowed afterwards immediately or already blocked me so hey cool look guys a proven scammer <33 just fyi <3
#feel free to reblog this its fine i wrote a list for a reason lmao#and yeah block and report this scammer <3#tabbybabuu#thank you for asking! <3#tagging this for archival purposes maybe this time i wont lose it lol
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repost and rate your muse's traits out of 10 in each category !
★ ⸻ COMPASSION: 9/10. he is extremely good at hiding it, both intentionally and not. but compassion is honestly one of his main driving factors, even if he himself doesn't always realise that. but it also drives his guilt complex.
★ ⸻ BITTERNESS: 5/10. very low prior to CW, unless we're talking about obie or his father. huge spike after CW. but he's also generally more interested in the future than the past.
★ ⸻ HAPPINESS: ?/10 the gap between IM2 and Av1 is probably the only time there's nothing particularly negative dragging him down. he is mercurial, and he knows how to enjoy the moment, but his happiness in life is a rollercoaster.
★ ⸻ POLITENESS: 4/10. depends on the situation. he is perfectly capable of being polite but he has the money and the privilege and the assholeness to not bother most of the time, at least not by most people's standards. he can be 100% respectful without being polite about it.
★ ⸻ MORALITY: 7/10. it varies. obviously this changed a lot in afghanistan. he has no problem killing people who are fighting him or hurting others, he has no problem using extralegal or even illegal means for the right cause. he doesn't really have a strict moral code, just whatever is best at the time that he thinks will protect the most people.
★ ⸻ CHIVALRY: 5/10. i mean no, but then tony as a knight is very much a Theme so. he can be very sweet or gentlemanly but he also can very much Not.
★ ⸻ PRIDE: 9/10, as with everything on this list, it zigzags between 10 and 0 a lot. narcissistic traits coupled with self-esteem issues, a lifetime of making mistakes and a transformational experience where he learned everything he was proud of was a lie? it's complicated.
★ ⸻ HONESTY: 4/10. can't even be honest with himself most of the time, will cheerfully lie to protect people, to push them away, to spare himself an awkward moment, to manipulate people he doesn't like..... but on the other hand he is sometimes painfully, brutally honest. context and mood dependent.
★ ⸻ BRAVERY: 10/10. learning to be braver is definitely part of that afghanistan learning curve but otherwise can't fault him on that one.
★ ⸻ RECKLESSNESS: 8/10. gets better as he gets older, and he's less reckless than he appears to be, but still. very much.
★ ⸻ AMBITION: 10/10, he wants to save the world, he wants to protect the world, he wants his company to be the best, he wants to build and create and invent more and more and more to make the future better.
★ ⸻ LOYALTY: 8/10. its hard to earn his loyalty but when it is earned he is rarely the one to break it, at least, not from his point of view. he does have a bad habit of pushing his friends away but he gets better at that and that's not disloyalty exactly, as much as stupidity.
★ ⸻ LOVE: 10/10. romantically he does not fall in love easily but when he does he falls hard. platonic or generally, he loves a lot, too much sometimes, and he can also be very bad at showing it, or showing it appropriately, there's so much love in him but it doesn't always show in ways that make sense to other people
★ ⸻ SENSE OF FAMILY: 4/10. up and down like a yoyo. in the end the only people who he 100% thinks of as family are pep, rhodey and happy, and morgan obv. unless it's a verse where julie exists which boosts the score tremendously.
★ ⸻ ATTRACTIVENESS: 10/10. cmon we know he's been top of multiple lists
★ ⸻ AGILITY: 7/10 for a regular human guy with reduced lung capacity and a heart condition, he's pretty fucking spry.
★ ⸻ SEX DRIVE: 7/10. drops from the 10+/10 prior to irn man. unsurprisingly, 3 months in a cave and a reactor in your chest cooled things a bit in that department for a while.
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ranking nine percent's to the nines album just because
this was so hard to rank omg
#7: RULEBREAKER
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first of all, sorry i didnt put the music video, is cuz this is focused on the song, the music video is distracting ok! i was surprised myself that i ranked this #7, i love rulebreaker very much and i'm sure she would be higher here if zhengting had more lines. just kidding (or not), i'm obssessed with rulebreaker, i mean it, don't get me wrong, the only reason shes last is cuz the other songs are just that good. i think rulebreaker is really special and the perfect title track for their debut
#6: GOOD THINGS
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this one also surprised me while i was making the rank! i ove good things, shes so sprecious i don't know what i would do with my life if she didnt existed! i love my nine vocalists!! my boys can sing!!!
#5: EI喔EI喔
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i think this one is c-fans favourite cuz shes the only one i can still listen to on spotify cuz i found this account that shares songs that are popular on douyin. if thats the care, i see their vision, ei oh ei oh is a great song with a refreshing summer vibe that is just so adictive and mesmerizing
#4: 离不开
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talking about songs with distracting music videos, this one is so emotional... is a shame zhengting doesnt have more lines, i'm convinced iqiyi hatewd giving my boy lines, but is whatever ig, shes a really good ballad and i love her
#3: 一起跳舞吧
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i have no words to describe my feelings for this one, shes iconic, shes exciting, shes fun, i used to put her on my alarm when i had to wake up early for therapy and it was really cool to wake up to so much good energy
#2: I NEED A DOCTOR
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best ballad in the world, queen of the iconic bridges, miss mesmerizing music video, really, i could have putted the mv here but lets not lose focus i can talk abou i need a doctor musicvideo some other time, for now lets talk about how geniously she was constructed, xukun's intro edited like that starts the song already very heavenly, then we have yanjun's beautiful voice right after????? urgh shes (i need a doctor) is historic!!! and dont even let me get started on the brigde, is just too good, sometimes i can't believe this song is real
#1: 了不起的9%
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friends and non-friends HER!!!!! as the name of the song implies, this is nine percent being extraordinary, this is nine percent being amazing, this is nine percent showing what they were here for!! i'm very addicted to justin and zhangjing's voices in here, and zhengting opening the brigde is always a promising formula. i love listening to her at the gym cuz it makes me forget that i actually hate the gym and also she never fails to give me a energy boost
[breaking news!] i think we as a society were so much better with nine percent, like, 2018-2019 was the best years of my life, you think is a coincidence? i don't think so. even if iqiyi was kinda homophobic for not giving them more songs i stilll treasure this 7 little ones with my whole being and i'm happy and proud of my 9 boys for all they accomplished since then (and if i wake up in the middle of the night wanting to scream and cry "nine percent pls come back to me" that's like, unrelated)
#mandopop#cpop#nine percent#nine percent my beloved :((#9%#cai xukun#chen linong#justin huang#fan chengcheng#lin yanjun#zhu zhengting#wang ziyi#wang linkai#you zhangjing#huang minghao#adam fan#evan lin#theo zhu#boogie#xiaogui#azorachin#lil ghost#ranking things is hard but fun maybe i'll do it again sometime with other albums i love
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The 6th chapter of the Las Nevadas series is coming up, so here’s a list of my personal predictions & hopes!
Recap: Last chapter, Quackity changed a lot. Slime managed to become his best friend, questioned his morals, and tore down many of his walls. Heartbroken after Purpled’s betrayal and Slime’s death, Quackity managed to pick himself back up after reading the message Slime (now renamed Charlie) left for him. Reminded of the good times they shared, he resolved himself to do his best to create a legacy that Charlie would be proud of. With a lighter heart, at the end of the stream Quackity fully opened Las Nevadas.
Onto the predictions!
Because it ended that way, we’re probably gonna have the casino as a major setting. Finally getting to see all the cool redstone machines and decorations would be amazing
HINTS FOR c!CHARLIE RETURN PLEASEEE I miss the little goober so much
I think a part of the stream will def be about the Dream prison break. It was foreshadowed ever since Chapter 2’s “three horsemen” opening scene, a whole year earlier. The Las Nevadas crew was so odd, just quietly observing the chaos in the background of other peoples’ streams while dressed in black cloaks. We might find out what they were up to
c!Foolish dies again out of sacrifice, or canon kills somebody for the first time. Either one would round out his character development well
Something could happen to Fundy??? His future self (in the same black cloak) warned him in a dream about joining LN a long time ago, we still don’t know exactly why
(Btw, c!Fundy recently told c!Wilbur out of nowhere that he left Las Nevadas despite saying earlier that he’s part of it. He signed a contract and enjoys living there, so I feel like he was making that up. Still, it’s a bit confusing, so I’m hoping it will be cleared up in chapter 6)
Dream will probably target Las Nevadas. In previous lore streams he’s been suspicious, questioning Sam & Foolish about Quackity since they’re friends. He also tried ego-boosting manipulation to turn Foolish against Las Nevadas which didn’t work. A big chance he shows up, and I’m hoping for a war-scenario game of wits or fight scene
Las Nevadas crew playing among us?? Pls?? Even if they don’t I need to see the bunker being used in a serious lore it’d be so good and funny (I say that but it could actually be made scary)
Quackity and Foolish are due for an important discussion. Some things need to be said
c!Quackity keeps his word and stays with his country until the very end, no matter what happens. We can all feel death flags, don’t pretend <- I say, pretending
c!Quackity lives happily ever after. I like this one more
There will be no more betrayals. (I’ve had enough of that ok)
Kinoko Kingdom people get involved in a conflict, or their place is set on fire. The memes would become real
Jschlatt mention
Idk BBH appears and does something? He wrote a sus reply to Quackity on twt about the lore, that’s literally all I’m basing this on lol
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Some more questions for you both:
- do you like night time or day time better?
- rain or sunshine?
- favorite drink?
- oooh a hard one zoo or aquarium?
- would you rather drink vegetable flavored juice or eat juice flavored vegetables?
- sleep for 20 hours a day or 2 hours a day for the rest of your life?
- rather be super strong or super fast?
- favorite marvel character (assuming you both like marvel?)
For you this time:
- favorite thing about being a cg?
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They really liked these ones, as you will see!
Night Time vs. Day Time?
Me: I like both but the night is more beautiful to me. The moon, the stars - just beautiful.
Munchkin: daytime! more play!! wish was day allll time!
Rain vs. Sunshine?
Me: Same again, I like both, but whilst I can only be in a good mood for the sun, I can be both happy and sad with the rain! I loooove the smell of rain too :)
Munchkin: sunshineeeee. no sun no fun
Favourite Drink?
Me: A good Boost Juice never fails (but so expensive 😢) but otherwise I like fizzy water.
Munchkin: choc choc milk an ap juice! 🧃
Vegetable-Flavoured Juice or Juice-Flavoured Vegetables?
Me: Juice-flavoured veggies always.
Munchkin: vegtabls yucky 🤢 (so i'd say that's the same as me)
20 Hour Sleeps or 2 Hour Sleeps?
Me: 2 hours. How am I expected to get anything done?
Munchkin: 2 hours!!! no sleeps! no bedtimes! heheh play all time! more time to colour!!!! (they really hate sleeps because they miss me a lot)
Super Strength or Super Speed?
Me: Strength. Logically, if you're super fast, you have both, because of velocity and laws of physics, but strength by itself is so cool.
Munchkin: super fast! speeeeedy heheh
Favourite Marvel Character
Me: Oooh, hard one! One thing I can say is that all of the male characters are below the women (but T'Challa is at the top of that list) Women-wise, Wanda and Natasha are probs first and second, but third and fourth would be Shuri and Okoye (I fell in LOVE in Black Panther).
Munchkin: natty wands 🥺 can i havs hug from them pls 🥺 (yes, munchkin, you can)
My special question: Favourite Cg Thing?
The love. Oh my God, I have never felt so loved. Sends me good morning texts, goodnight texts; asks me if I've eaten and scolds me if I haven't (same with drinking water); asks me about my day, my plans, what i'm doing, who i'm hanging out with (all in a non-toxic way, just with genuine curiosity). I just feel so happy when I see their name pop up on my phone, and I honestly have never felt so loved before.
And even tho they think they're annoying me, they really aren't. I'm a middle child, so the MCS (middle child syndrome) is defo there, and I'm pretty much ignored in my family unless there's chores or heavy-lifting required. To feel like somebody loves me as much as Munchkin loves me is rare, and it honestly makes me tear up whenever I think about it. I love them so much, it hurts my heart sometimes, and they assure me that they love me back too (all of my little friends do, but Munchkin is my little one).
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HELLO SHES HOT IS SHE SINGLE 💍 pls i love hearing abt dnd blorbos my dms and ask box are ALWAYS open i’ll even give u my discord if you have discord cause i love hearing abt dnd adventures!!!
god i have so so many characters but my main that i’ve played the longest:
aislinn is a non-binary fae bard/paladin, in a long-running multiverse campaign set in a distant galaxy that’s like star wars meets dnd meets percy jackson meets stranger things. they were the crown princess of their home planet and ran away when their betrothed was sent to a war-torn planet, became a bard on a pirate ship, then a bounty hunter, and then a general in the rebel army. now they’re the high general of the rebel army and the leader of the most expansive crime syndicate in the entire galaxy and they’re about to get married to the love of their life but we already know chaos is gonna hit at the wedding SO.
they’ve gone through a lot. they’re the eldest of 18 children and had a polyamorous triad for parents and (as far as we know) at the orders of one of their fathers, their ex-girlfriend tort*red and m*rdered the rest of their family except that one father and their middle brother. aislinn killed that father themselves and will also be trying to kill that brother for being an evil twat.
they also have insane stats tho like i rolled ridiculously well and they have a dex boost from some training they did:
art by my darling friend who doesn’t rly have socials, plus art by kallisdice on instagram of aislinn with their partner before they grew their hair out 💜 also yes that is a cybernetic arm powered by magic, they lost their arm fighting darth vader (told u, multiverse)
BROOOOOO THAT'S SO COOL
your stats are......... holy shit i thought ALAIRA was OP..... (i use paper and pen but here r her stats)
first of all very cool alternate setting. and MAZAL TOV ON THE WEDDING!!!! wishing u all a very beautiful ceremony w no hijinks hahaha! they sound rlly cool and omg their journey from princess to bard to bounty hunter to general of rebel army is a little bit slay !!!! also their family >:(((( my alaira has a single mum and she loves her smmm i was lying to her abt still being a wizard for ages and they recently had a heart to heart and alaira actually (almost) admitted she lied...... kinda crazy kinda heartfelt....... anyway i will happily rant abt her! i don't rlly use discord but we can chat here <333 do u watch d20 or critrole? im a big critter and less of a d20 enjoyer but still enjoying it!!!! and does aislinn have any cool magic items? i am obv dexxy but am looking into cool swords that i might want
ALSO YES SHE IS SINGLE ..... AND I THINK SHE'S BI........... (haven't decided hahaha) but we did just meet a hottie who is fighting the white dragon w them
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Also you wanna ramble?
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omg yes pls im goign to ramble about a couple of my shows caus i have love them and i love them and just yes
ook im going to start with strange world cause i love it
ethan is so adorable and i want to learn how to do his hair he's just a little dude whos a love sick puppy
he seems like the best boyfrined tbh like hes jsut ugh idk man its jus thim
and diazo would be such a cool boyfriend or friend in general
and despite being a cool calm and collected boy i know for a fact that he has random boosts of energy that makes him become childish and playfulhes just ahim hfu fgwah
i have no words i am wiped for these boys
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rottmnt is such a good show and for what>
like donnie and raph and mikey and leo are just so cool and cute and adorable
tehyre amazinf and i want to baby them and give them affection
forehead kisses all around
im creating a cuddle pile with raph on the bottom donnie next then leo and then mikey
i want to go on skating dates with Mikey, him teaching me how to do it i want to let him ramble about this interests and such with me
i want to collect plushies with raph cause i know for a fact that he collects them and names them i want to let him ramble and come to me for comfort i want to hold him close so he can let loose and feel protected and small, like he doesn't have to be on guard around me to protect me
i want to learn how to create little things with done i want to give him ideas and thoughts to think about i want to let him rable to me about his ideas and such
i want to laugh and scold leo for all of his stupid and idiotic jokes that are enough to make me laugh i want to listen to him give me ideas on what he wants to do and all the stupid things he's thought about doing
i want to listen to all of them ramble about that stupid tv show and the comics and such
i want to have cooking nights with them and have night outs with them
i want to leanr about april i want to know her hobbies and likes and dislikes
i feel we dont get enogh of her and such but i just want hold her and cuddle eiwth her and do her hair cause shes so pretty and kind
i want to be bale to just, kiss her on the cheek and hold her tight
i lvoe them if you couldnt tell :,)
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ok so bee and puppy cat is so cute and i love them both so much
especially the family that owns the cat cafe they're so adorable and cute
i want to help bee with her adventures and help puppycat with his things and curious behavior
i want to be seen as cool in his eyes so he tries to impress me
hes adorable and i want to squeeze him and hug him close like a plushie
i want to do bees fluffy curly pretty hair and see what kind of styles i could make it into
i want to work at the cat cafe with the handsome boys that own it and owkr there wbves
i want to pet the cats and hold them close and such i jsut
ohohoh and job bot i think is its name is so cool and sarcastic and for what?
i want to work for it and get cute outfits for the jobs and jsut
have a cool jhob like that! going to universes and helping with their problems
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don't get me started on toh
i squeal whenever is ee hunter on screen cause he's so cute and oblivious an di love him
hes jsut "yes let me do this so i can impress belos"
i hate belos sorry clem but he pisses me off
i want to kick him and make an oc that kills him right away when they learn what he's done and what he is going to do and acts as him for a bit before acting like he died and becomes the new emperor and shit
just because i want to squeeze him to death and not in the good way
and willow is so cute
i want to learn about plants form her shed be such a good teacher ghera
i want to play that sport that i forgot the name of that shes captain of her team in just so i can hang out with her more
shes so sweet and i want tot be able to kiss her and cuddle her and hug her
and gus would be like a little brother to me and i want to let him ramble and vent to me and help whim with shit
i just want to gvraesl i wnt him to be my sibling so bad he's so cute and adorable
but like
hunter yk?
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also im currently watching croods and i must say
the mom is so hot and cute and omg
her names ugga and shes really really petty
her hair is so cool looking and shes strong and the boss even if grug, the husband, acts like he's the boss lol
and eep is so cute too? like how come shes adorable and her hair is pretty red and her eyes are a pretty color
the only question i have is why is her hair red? ugga nor grugs hair is red vrnfekja
also guy is kinda cute too-
love belt and sandy theyre adorable and the bug killer cat
i think his names chunky but i don't know for sure
such cool colors for a killer cat :D
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kat talks: maxident
my dudes i am so in love w minho don't even talk to me about him i'll just keysmash
case 143
okay my second listen and watch but---
i definitely see the similarities with maniac??
the hallway choreo is so cool
im ??? hyunjin looks so good in the vest/waistcoat thing and the bowtie yes sir pls be my waiter or whatever
POLICE SKZ LOOK SO GOOD STOP STOP STOP
chan w the crop tops again
UGHHHH the descending lines @ seungmin
the aHH AHHAHAHAHAHA
CHJANGBINONDSJKNVDKSNVDSK
wait minho's sweater thing w the upper arm/shoulder cut hole tjing??? that shit cute man i want
seungmins winjskjgks
wtf the frame jump @ minho that was so cool
minho minho minho minho minho minho minho (the bridge)
and also 2min back to back always makes me *crumbles into dust*
polive jeongin >>>
the bit where it pauses and seungmin rewinds it actually got me so confused the first time
the final chorus is so GOOD idk what to call it????
MINHO AT THE END BRO LIKE??? SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I'LL FALL IN LOVE i say as if im not already in love
chill
the piano reminds me of yama and another artist but i cant remember who
the ?? reverb-y thing on the vocals is so nice
and the dreamy back ground vocals <3 <3
this is such a dreamy kinda song but dreamy isnt the right word. it feels like jelly and cakes and ?????
if i can figure out th syncopation i definitely want to try 'covering' it on the piano
THE SAX THE SAX IS THAT A SAX UKVFSLNVJFSNVJFSV
that song felt so short
give me your tmi
what is that sound the twang-y kinda sound?????
mmm this song bass boosted
OO I LIKE LIX'S LINES
is there some type of filter on mingo's voice
WHAT JUST HAPPENED
what just hapened what he fuck just happened im so confused i need someone to dictate this did they change tempos or did they just really really really mess around w the syncopation that was so-- ive literally replayed this ten times
HOW DID IT STILL GE TBACK ON BEAT i mean like obviously it would but im so confused how did they even come up w this rythmically i want to turn my brain inside out upside down rn
if u could see my face rn while listening to the chorus u would think--- idk what anyone would think ngl but i am SO fucking in love with the chorus that was so good that was sosososososoosos good i want it on repeat blasting in my ears 24/7 i dont want to eat or sleep i just want that
(relistneing to chorus)
the hi-hats (?) alternating between ears (w earphones on) god im so in love w these big brained idiots
god the guitar/s chefs mf kiss (bass guit. included)
minhos part UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
god its such a pwoer chorus i love it so fucking much
the final chorus outro thing idk thats not the chorus idk what to call it though oh my GOD i love
super board
its sounding heavy i love it
h-heeya??
nYOOOOO
jeongins voice sounds so good in this song
sHYOOOOM
who do they think they are hinata shoyo or smth
OOO LIX IN THE BRIDGE
go high fly high???? they're literally talking aout hq 😤😤😤
3racha
yall im so PUMPED i might not end up saying anything
the 'shut up' (did they even say shut up) is so funny bc thats how my friends/cousins say it when we joke around (like it sounds like 'shot op')
oh god chans but the pa-pa-pa bit after 'they locked and loaded' is so SHARP AND CRISP AND DISORIENTATING i love it
wHY YOU MAD BRAHHHHHHHH VBDSBVHDSJBVDSV
chans bit sorry i got so hyped
taste
oh so i've heard Things about this one
minho haha head in hands pulling hair out crumbling to pieces
hyunjin stop sotps otsptopsotpst
THE FALSETGFEBHJS oh god fuckers
thank you felix for grounding me like his voice is the only thing keeping me sane through this like---
WHOEVER IS SAYING LALALA SHUT UP I WILL SUE YOU
who?? who is singing the 'smthsmth addicted to you' line in taste bc it sounds like jeongin but its not and im confused and im so bamboozled right now bc this whole bit going from lix to that line to the high falsettos is making me go absolutely batshit
kiss u or leave u??? or hate u???? buddies mwah mwah mwah
the vocal slide
hyunjins bit w the higher harmony hahaha im ok
mr lalala u better stop
rapper minho?? was that rapper minho again
WHO THE FUCK IS SINGING THESE FALSETTOS I WANT TO STUFF MY EARS FULL OF SOUND sorry that was violent
wait did hyunjin say he wrote this song oh muy god i want to scream
cant stop
this sounds like a slice of life anime opening or a shounen anime ending HAHAHA
wait this is not where i thought it was going harmonically why did seungmin start on that note idk what i was expecting but it wasnt that
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
did someone just say beepbeep
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
the transition from the chorus to the next verse .... im so confused i am so co n fu sed
smth about the chorus gives day6 but i cant place it (melody wise)
circus (korean ver.)
obvs we've already heard this but jpn/kr vers do make a diff
why does it feel out of time im so confused i dont think it is but it sounds like it HAHAHA
why did 'the show starts now' sound SO australian like sososo much more than anything they've ever said
okay maybe bc i'm used to the jpn ver or smth but i do like that one better and i feel like it had a better energy to it??? hm
okay yeah i didnt have much to say at all HAHAHA
final thoughts: hahahahhahahahhahaa im ok
#kat talks: maxident#man broskis i just#taste can literally play on repeat i wouldnt even care i just#and i want your tmi is such a mindfuck to me i love it so much i get whiplash from it
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✨We are 30 followers away from 500✨
#you guys are so cool#but u interact so little tho :c#we want to be friends but you're so quiet#it's ok if you're shy we get it#anyway we have a really nice thing planned for our 500 celebration#Percy/Mel fans are going to love it#signal boost maybe???#if ya want#it'd be a nice thing to do pls#twoidiots talking
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My Cue To Leave
HOLY SHIT, I hit 500 followers on Monday morning!! 🎉🥳 I actually can’t believe it, I’m so so grateful to every single one of you!! I’m high key emotional about it, you have no idea! 😭 This idea has been plaguing me so I figured I’d write it for my 500 celebration fic!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers
Word Count: 6.6k
Summary: Steve is going through a dry spell and he has a huge crush on you that he can’t shake. You’re Bucky’s girlfriend and although Bucky is aware of Steve’s crush on you, he doesn’t help matters by sharing details of your sex life, tormenting poor Steve even further. Bucky suggests you help Steve out as a couple. (No real Stucky moments though - maybe in Part 2?)
Warnings: Alcohol mention, smut, threesome, fingering, oral (m receiving), vibrator mention, cursing, blasphemy, deep throating, face fucking, overstimulation, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pet names, little bit of degradation, praise kink, size kink, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), edging, orgasm denial, cockwarming, implied voyeurism? Kinda pleasure Dom Bucky? Absolute filth I’m so sorry, I got so carried away, Bucky is a HOE for his girl in a sundress
Likes, reblogs and comments are so appreciated! If I’ve missed any warnings, let me know and I can update them!
Minors, do not interact
“Holy shit Buck, that girl of yours looks good.” Steve’s voice was quiet enough that no one else would be able to hear him but Bucky, his confidence boosted slightly by the few beers the pair had shared together.
“You don’t needa tell me Steve, she knows exactly what she’s doin’, wearin’ that little sundress. Just asking to be railed later.” Bucky replied, pressing the cool rim of the bottle to his lips, his eyes not leaving your bare legs. Steve could only huff out a little laugh in response, his eyes trained on you too. You were blissfully unaware of your boyfriend and his best friend staring at you, chatting instead to your next door neighbours over the fence that separated your gardens.
“You’re a lucky man, wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off my girl if she walked ‘round lookin’ that good all the time.” Steve agreed, taking in how the cute little dress accentuated your curves. Of course, Steve was single these days, his last breakup hit him harder than he would ever care to admit, even to Bucky, so he was choosing to stay single for a while.
“Sounds like you’re ready to get back out there, man.” Bucky chuckled at Steve’s enthusiasm.
“Nah, don’t think I want anything serious yet.” Steve replied, still not really feeling like talking about why things went so badly last time around. “Gotta admit, miss the sex though.” He took another sip from the bottle in his hand, lips pressed tightly together as he swallowed.
“Shit, you haven’t got laid since things ended? That’s one hell of a dry spell, Stevie.” Your boyfriend mused, mirroring the blond’s actions and sipping from his own bottle.
“Yeah, hate the thought of hook-ups, you know? But don’t want anything serious either. So I’m just kinda stuck.” Steve explained quietly, knowing that there was no real way around his problem that didn’t involve compromising on one of those issues.
“Think you’ll just have to bite the bullet and go for it, no point spending the rest of your life celibate.” Bucky did have some sound reasoning.
“Easy for you to say, your girl looks like that. Would be impossible for you to stay celibate.” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes at his friend’s advice. Sure, it was easy for Bucky to give advice, he wasn’t the one in Steve’s shoes, seeing his best friend with a perfect life.
“She’s a real dream Stevie, you’ve no idea. I swear to God, don’t tell her I told you but she does this one thing with her mouth sometimes and holy shit, I can’t even describe it, it literally makes my knees weak.” Bucky couldn’t help how his dick twitched just thinking about it. Apparently Bucky had absolutely no boundaries when it came to sharing details of your sex life with Steve. Not that you would’ve cared anyway, you were so close with Steve and he was practically always over at your house for dinner.
“You tryin’ to torture me?” Steve laughed, trying not to think about what you could possibly do with your tongue that could make his super soldier, ladies man, best friend crumble. Besides, he shouldn’t think about you like that at all. It was wrong, you weren’t his, you were his best friend’s girl for God’s sake. Sure there were those nights that thoughts of you filled his head, thoughts that had his hand wrapped tightly around his aching cock, fucking his own fist to his filthy thoughts of you, moans spilling from his wet, parted lips. It was so wrong and almost immediately after he spilled over his own chest, he was filled with such deep shame, pushing all thoughts of you away until the next time he found himself hard and needy.
He couldn’t let himself think about how he always came harder when he thought of you, imagining your tiny hands caressing him and how pretty your little whines must sound right before you cum. No, thoughts of you were strictly for when his head was clouded with lust.
“Jus’ sayin’… Thought you’d wanna know at least one of us is getting some these days.” Bucky smiled smugly.
“Often?” Steve quizzed, not even sure that he really wanted to know the answer to that question.
“Ooooh yeah.” Bucky nodded, not sparing any more details than that. Steve’s lips, were pursed together tightly, a little pang of jealousy blooming in his chest. “Sometimes I think she’s the one with the super soldier stamina.” Bucky laughed, noticing the steely look on his best friend’s face.
“You got a good one alright,” Steve shook his head, half attempting to shake all his thoughts straight out of it.
“I sure did Stevie, I sure did.” Bucky laughed fondly, watching you with a little smile.
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The rest of your evening went as it usually did, you made dinner and the boys did all the clearing up, washing the dishes and putting them away, compliments about how good the food was were flowing from both of them. After dinner you all headed to the living room as usual to spend a few hours flicking through Netflix or scrolling on your phones before Steve would call it a night and head home. You and Bucky spooned together on the huge couch in front of the TV, with Steve sitting off to the side in one of the armchairs. Everything went as expected until Steve hauled his huge frame out of the armchair to go to the loo. The second Steve left, Bucky’s lips were all over you, latching onto your neck, his metal hand trailing up the inside of your bare thigh making you shiver. Clearly he hadn’t been too focused on the shitty comedy you had all pretended to watch, getting himself a little too worked up.
“What’s all this about?” You laughed, a little confused as to where all his excitement had come from.
“Jus’ fuckin’ need you. Now.” Bucky groaned, his voice gravelly and low against your neck, grinding his half hard cock against your ass. He’d been thinking about you all evening, dying for a chance to get you as riled up as he was.
“Bucky, Steve is still here.” Your laughter quickly turned into a needy moan at the feeling of your boyfriend’s teeth sinking into your neck, metal fingers stalling against you. He had expected to reach the apex of your thighs and find a pair of pretty lace panties but when his fingers came in contact with bare skin instead, his lips pulled into a smile against your sensitive neck.
“No panties baby? Fuck, pretty sundress and nothing on underneath? It’s like you were plannin’ a fun evening.” Bucky teased, index finger dragging heavily over your exposed sex, spreading the wetness that had already begun to gather.
“Buck, Steve will be back any minute.” You squirmed, loving the feeling of his cock hardening against you, knowing it will be torture to have to go back to innocently spooning with his huge cock throbbing against you.
“Let him fuckin’ watch baby, I don’t care.” Bucky taunted, flesh hand coming up to wrap around your neck. A little groan escaped your lips at his words, making him raise an eyebrow. “Oh wait baby, you don’t like that, do you? You want Stevie to watch us?” Your eyes rolled back in your head as Bucky teased your clit with one finger, your head held back by his hand on your throat. “Answer me toots, you want Steve to watch us?”
You could only nod slowly, unsure if your answer would make Bucky upset but the little grind of his hips against your ass made you relax, knowing he was clearly enjoying it too.
“Naughty little bitch. You know, I don’t think Steve would handle just watching. Think he’s got a bit of a crush on you, toots. Was telling him earlier ‘bout that thing you do with your mouth, thought he was gonna beg me to let him feel it too.” His finger on your clit pressed a little more insistently, wetness beginning to cover your thighs. Sex with Bucky was always amazing but this was something else. “You wanna fuck Steve baby? Think he needs it bad. I won’t be upset if you do angel, I’ll be right there with you.” Bucky’s voice was a little softer and more sincere, his hand shifting from your neck to cup your breasts through your dress.
Everything was both too much and not enough all at once. The filthy grind of Bucky’s cock, the genuine offer of being shared between Bucky and Steve, the featherlight touches to your clit, all promising the best night of your life but not giving you enough to make it feel real yet. Your senses were completely overwhelmed with Bucky, his cologne and touches driving you wild, his filthy voice in your ear making you tremble against his barely moving fingers, still teasing your pussy.
“Need you to use your words baby doll, you wanna fuck Stevie, just this once?” Bucky asked quietly, resting his flesh fingers on your chin and pulling your head up so you were looking up at him. You could see how blown out his pupils were, how genuinely excited he was to share his best girl with his best friend for the night.
“You want this too, right?” You questioned softly, needing the confirmation before you could go any further.
“I do toots, don’t see why we can’t all have a little fun. God knows Steve needs it too.” Bucky chuckled lovingly at your concern, pulling you into a gentle kiss. The kiss was such a contrast from the filthy thoughts running through your head, making you clench your thighs together around his unrelenting metal prosthetic.
“Okay, if Steve is in, I’m in.” You breathed against Bucky’s lips, tearing a tiny moan from his throat.
“I love you, so much you know that?” Bucky all but groaned against your lips, pouring all his need into a kiss that had your head swimming.
“I love you too baby.” You whispered back, finding yourself rutting against his metal fingers that he had stopped moving, desperately needing his touch.
“God, so needy, aren’t you?” Bucky laughed quietly, spreading your legs a little wider so he could dip a finger into your slick hole. You let out a high pitched whine, trying to press yourself down harder to take more of him.
“Holy shit guys! Oh my god, I guess this is my cue to leave!” Steve gasped from the doorway once he realised what he had walked in on. He turned around, practically running for his coat, mumbling something about how you should have told him he’d overstayed his welcome, almost half way out the door before you and Bucky were able to catch up to him.
“Dude, sorry, we didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Bucky apologised frantically, chasing after his best friend.
“No really, it’s okay, I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow, yeah?” Steve asked, reaching for the door handle, not able to hide the blush that spread across his cheeks.
“Stevie, stay. Please?” You asked softly, pressing your hand to the door over his shoulder so he wouldn’t be able to open it. You hadn’t given much thought to the practicality of this idea up until now, feeling absolutely tiny with Steve in front of you and Bucky behind you.
“It’s okay honestly, you guys have a fun night.” Steve laughed as lightheartedly as possible, trying his best to ignore the lump in his throat. Surely you weren’t suggesting what he thought you were suggesting? No, that could only be wishful thinking.
“We’ve talked about it Steve. If you wanna end your dry spell, we’re happy to help.” Bucky added, feeling like he needed to be absolutely clear about your intentions. You could see Steve’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat, cogs in his brain whirring a million miles an hour.
“You’re sure?” He asked after a second, looking mostly at you. After all, he’d seen all of Bucky before, it wouldn’t be a big deal seeing it again but it was different with you.
“Yeah Steve, whatever you’re comfortable with.” You nodded, offering a little half smile, calming his nerves more than you could ever know.
“Well… Yeah I guess that sounds…” He began, not really knowing how best to finish that sentence. You chuckled a little, reaching behind you to give Bucky’s flesh hand a quick squeeze before letting go and stepping forward, pressing your lips gently to Steve’s.
Kissing him was so different to kissing Bucky. Steve’s lips were fuller and softer, much more tentative than your boyfriend’s. Steve’s hands moved to cup your face, deepening the kiss after the initial shock wore off, tongue darting out experimentally against yours. His fingers shifted to your hair and you could sense how hungry he had become, need taking over as he pulled you flush against him, making you feel even smaller than before if that was possible. Before you knew it, his tongue was rolling against yours, fingers tangled in your hair like he just couldn’t get enough.
Eventually you pulled back, eyes fluttering open and connecting with Steve’s, his pupils blown so wide.
“You two have fun?” Bucky asked softly, taking a step closer to you, connecting his lips with the skin where your shoulder met your neck. You could feel how he was still completely hard from earlier, your little show with Steve probably didn’t help either.
“Loads of fun baby.” You half moaned as Bucky’s lips formed a seal, sucking a dark hickey into your skin. Steve looked wrecked already, reaching down to attach his lips to the exact same spot on the other side of your neck. Having both their mouths on you at once was absolutely incredible, two sets of teeth worrying your skin, two tongues flicking against the dark bruises they created.
“Don’t be scared to mark her Stevie, gotta make sure she remembers this.” Bucky hummed, barely taking the time to pull his lips from you. You let out a little moan, thighs clenching together to try to relieve the growing ache until Steve reached a hand between your knees.
“Keep ‘em separated honey.” He whispered, making you almost whimper at the use of such a sweet pet name falling from his mouth after it had made you feel so sinful.
“Bet she’s soaked by now, wanna check for me Stevie?” Bucky purred, watching Steve’s face excitedly.
“That okay honey, mind if I check for Bucky?” Steve quizzed and you nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as his hand trailed higher. “God, you’ve covered your thighs babydoll, makin’ such a mess for us.” He hadn’t even reached where you needed him most yet and he could already feel how wet you were. After what felt like a lifetime, he ran a finger slowly against you, starting at your clit and finishing at your practically dripping hole, teasing lightly around your entrance. The hallway was painfully quiet except for the wet sounds your slick made against Steve’s finger and the breathy sighs Bucky’s lips were pulling from you. “Jesus Buck, she’s soakin’ and we’ve hardly even touched her.” Came Steve’s appreciative hum as he began to dip his finger into you, just up to the first knuckle.
“Ah, more Stevie please.” Your little plea had his cock twitching in his pants, painfully aware that this was already so much better than he could ever have imagined.
“Since you asked so nicely honey.” Steve smiled, pushing gently until your body accepted all of his finger, absolutely obsessed with how easily he was able to glide into you.
“That feel better, hm? Like feeling full of Steve’s finger?” Bucky quizzed, gripping your breasts through your dress, thumbs running over your nipples.
“Need another Steve, gimme two.” You whined, rocking against a single finger just wasn’t enough.
“Don’t be greedy toots, we have plenty of time, don’t we Steve?” Bucky smirked, knowing it would be absolute torture for you to get a little taste of pleasure and then have it ripped away.
“Bucky’s right, we’ve got all night and right now, I’m just dying to feel that thing Bucky says you do with your mouth.” Steve hummed, pulling his finger out of you and sucking it into his mouth.
“Living room toots, go make Stevie comfortable, yeah?” Bucky smiled quietly in your ear before he headed off in the direction of your bedroom. You were practically dizzy with want, distraught that you weren’t going to be touched for who knows how long but truth be told, you were dying to see what Steve was packing. Your mind had wandered there more times than you would care to admit over the years you had been friends so you couldn’t help but feel excited about getting to find out if your suspicions about his size were correct.
You took Steve by the hand, leading him to the living room and pushing him back down into the armchair, settling at his feet on your knees.
“You look so pretty like this honey, on your knees in that cute little dress. Know how worked up you are. Promise I’ll take care of you soon yeah? Buck and I will look after you.” Steve’s voice was almost a whisper as your hands moved to undo his belt and pull his pants and underwear off. His cock was absolutely perfect, almost as perfect as Bucky’s. They were pretty much the same size but you guessed Steve was probably a little longer and Bucky a little thicker. His tip was slick with precum already, shaft slightly curved, veins standing proud against his skin. You mouth watered imaging how he must taste, your tongue darting out along your bottom lip while you stroked him leisurely with one hand, watching his eyes squeeze shut and a needy moan fall from his mouth.
After teasing him a little, you leaned over, taking his tip in your mouth, tongue flicking to gather the bead of precum, earning you another little sigh from Steve. You couldn’t help how eager you were, sinking down lower to take more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head, making Steve grip the arms of the chair.
“Little slut couldn’t even wait for me? You want Steve’s dick that bad toots?” Bucky chastised, absolutely loving the sight of you sucking his best friend off.
“She’s bein’ such a good girl Buck, takes it so well.” Steve choked out, feeling your hand wrap around the base of his throbbing cock to stroke what you hadn’t taken in your mouth yet.
“Wanna test how good she really is? Have an idea.” Bucky smiled, raising an eyebrow at Steve. Steve’s face dropped when he glanced over and saw the hitatchi wand in his best friend’s hand.
“Fuck yes, like the sound of this already.” He breathed, pulling your hair out of the way so he could look down at you while you worked your mouth against him. The way you looked up at him with his cock still in your mouth could’ve made him cum then and there if he wasn’t careful.
“Okay toots, here’s how this is gonna go. You’re gonna keep playing with Steve. I’m gonna turn this on and use it on you. When you get close, you’re gonna tell me.” Bucky knelt down on his knees beside you, making sure you were looking at him while he gave his instructions. He wasn’t quite sure if you nodded or if you were simply bobbing your head for Steve’s pleasure but either way, he knew you had heard him, pressing the ‘on’ button on the wand before running it up your thigh and under your dress, making sure it was pressed against your clit. The vibrations were good but not enough, making you press yourself down harder on the cool tip of the wand.
“Ah ah ah, no, focus on Steve, this isn’t about you.” Bucky chastised. Steve had been watching you intently since he first heard the gentle hum of the toy starting up, knowing your face would be an absolute picture. You took one look up at Steve, doing your best to ignore the throbbing between your legs and took as much of him in your mouth as you could, feeling him hit the back of your throat. Steve’s groan echoed through the room, hips bucking against your mouth.
“Such a good girl. So proud of you.” Bucky cooed, stroking the back of your head, pushing you down just a little harder before pressing the button on the wand that turned it up a speed. The moan that was ripped from your throat made Steve almost tremble, the vibrations travelling up his cock deliciously. The toy moved through your slick folds, making your legs shake before Bucky returned it to its spot over your clit, rubbing it gently from side to side. Your orgasm built quickly and you reached out to Bucky, gripping his thigh to warn him you were close.
“Good girl.” He purred in your ear, pulling the toy away right before you were able to fall over the edge into blinding pleasure. You whimpered a little but started to fuck Steve with your mouth as quickly as you could, hoping it would either provide a distraction or please Bucky enough to make him return the toy and let you cum.
“Shit honey, wet little mouth feels amazing.” Steve all but cried, hips bucking off the chair to meet your mouth. Satisfied that your orgasm had been torn away from you, Bucky returned the toy between your legs, rubbing it in a circular motion this time. The change in sensation on your already sensitive bud was almost too much. Your pussy clenched around nothing, wetness almost certainly dripping from your core onto the carpet beneath you at this point but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
“Do that thing baby c’mon, know Stevie will love it.” Bucky beamed, excited to see Steve’s reaction. Eager to please both men, you pushed Steve down almost to the base of his cock before you gagged around him, Steve hissing at the sudden tightness of your throat constricting around him.
“Bucky, I can’t.” You whined, pulling off Steve, a string of saliva connecting the tip of Steve’s cock to your lips. Bucky gripped your face with his metal hand, his flesh one pressing the wand even harder against you.
“You can and you will. Come on toots, you can do it.” He soothed, guiding your head back down over his friend’s cock. As you sucked on him, getting ready for a second attempt, you felt your orgasm build again. You almost thought about not telling Bucky but you behaved, giving him enough warning to pull the wand away in time.
“So pretty like this, look so pretty for me. Feels fuckin’ incredible. Your mouth was made for this honey.” Steve praised, stroking your hollowed out cheek with his thumb, giving you the confidence to try again. You took him slower this time, the ache between your legs not fuelling you just as much given that the vibrator had been taken away. You managed to force your head down to his base, your nose nestled in his neatly trimmed hair, sucking in deep breaths through your nose. Once you were confident you weren’t going to set off your gag reflex, you flattened your tongue out as much as possible, the tip lapping gently at the super soldier’s balls, his whole cock buried down your throat.
“Oh Jesus, fuck.” Steve grunted, dying to fuck your mouth but holding back for your sake.
“Good girl, such a good girl, I knew you’d be able to do it. So cute with your mouth stuffed full of cock. Look at the mess you’ve made of Stevie, huh? Pretty mouth making him crumble. Can’t blame him, feels fuckin’ amazing when you do that. You gonna keep going? Pretty sure he’s close doll, swallow everything he gives you now won’t you?” Bucky’s words were absolutely filthy before he placed the wand back between your drenched folds once more. Your tongue flicked against Steve’s balls and Bucky turned the wand up a speed. You almost came then and there, overwhelmed by the fact you had missed out on two orgasms already, deciding greedily you weren’t going to warn Bucky about this one. Your hips stuttered against the toy, ready to just take the pleasure and fall over the edge before Bucky pulled it away from you at the very last second.
“Stupid slut, you were about to cum weren’t you? You weren’t gonna tell me.” Bucky hissed, eyes dark and angry. You pulled off Steve, shaking your head vigorously, eyes teary and body trembling from so many spoiled peaks.
“Oh honey, you’ve been naughty. Come here, gotta be punished.” Steve was still the softer of the two, making you worry a little that it was him that had come up with a punishment, rather than Bucky. “Warm my cock for me. If the little slut wants to cum Bucky, what do you say we teach her that you need to be careful what you wish for.” Steve gripped your face in one of his huge hands. “How many speeds are on that thing?”
“Seven.” Bucky answered, eyes glowing with excitement, knowing exactly where this was heading.
“We’ve never made it past four. Oh god, I can’t handle the seventh.” You almost cried, tears threatening to spill over your waterline.
“Sure you can, you wanted to cum remember? Now you’re gonna have to.” Steve’s voice was eerily sweet and gentle, making it even worse.
“Traffic light system toots, gimme a colour.” Bucky whispered softly before letting you go any further.
“Green.” You nodded after a little consideration before moving to hover over Steve as he requested. His legs were spread wide as he positioned you exactly how he wanted you, your back pressed to his chest, your legs draped over the top of his so he could hold them apart.
“Gonna warm my cock for me honey? Gotta feel how your pussy clenches and drips when you cum. Bet it’s fuckin’ amazing.” His face was pressed to your neck, hands roaming your clothed body, making you feel so small against his huge frame. He reached between your thighs, gripping his aching cock to position it at your entrance, helping you slide down onto him. “Such a tight fuckin’ squeeze honey, oh god.” Steve was practically a mumbling mess, sloppy kisses pressed to your neck as he filled you up, eyes squeezed shut, every inch of him seated inside you. You could only whimper, knowing your loving boyfriend was watching, dying to be touched but enjoying the sight in front of him too much to really care. You squirmed against Steve, his huge arms holding you in place.
“Such a good girl takin’ all of Stevie like that, aren’t you toots?” Bucky teased, switching the wand on and upping it to the second setting, trailing the tip up the inside of your right thigh, giving a quick swipe over your clit then down your left thigh, leaving a trail of slick in its wake. The contact with your clit had you mewling, shifting your hips only to be reminded of how full you were. Your walls fluttered around Steve, making him groan sinfully, his short fingernails digging into your hips to resist the urge to pound into you and never stop.
“Look at you both, so fuckin’ needy. Don’t even know who’s enjoyin’ it more.” Bucky’s eyes were wild with excitement, running the wand back up the same path it had just taken, flicking it up a setting when it reached your sensitive nub. He didn’t hold it there for long, just enough to make you cry out, head falling back, exposing your throat to Steve.
“Ready for some real fun?” Bucky asked and Steve nodded in response, eyelids heavy, imagining what Bucky could possibly be about to do and the response your body could have. Bucky flicked the speed up two more settings and you whined before the cool silicone could even touch your skin. The vibrations were so intense as he circled around your needy pussy, rubbing everything but your clit. Before touching your clit, Bucky flicked it up once more, a single eyebrow raised at how powerful the sixth setting felt before pressing it directly to your clit.
“Oh- oh my god, no Bucky please, can’t take it.” You whimpered, eyes brimming with tears once more at the overwhelming sensations shooting through your entire body. You could feel your walls spasming against Steve, your thighs trying to close of their own accord but Steve’s huge hands on your knees kept them spread.
“You wanted this, remember? Thought you could cum without permission? Now I’m gonna make you, and Steve’s gonna get to feel how tight your pretty cunt can get.” Bucky’s words made you weaker, if that was even possible. You unwillingly started to rut against the firm head of the toy pressed relentlessly to your abused pussy, your body eager for release but your head telling you it was too much. Steve’s groans couldn’t be ignored either, every little shift of your hips or squeeze of your pussy drawing another deep rumble from his throat. You were so so close, held on edge only by the fear of how intense your orgasm would be when you finally surrendered to it. You could feel how wet you were, your pussy leaking, dripping your sweet nectar down over Steve’s balls.
“C’mon angel, give in.” Steve encouraged, grinding his hips against you, not that it was even possible to get his cock any deeper inside you than it already was, nudging against that sweet spot inside you perfectly.
“Can’t Steve, I can’t.” You sobbed, tears spilling down your cheeks.
“Fuckin’ make her Buck.” Steve grunted his voice losing its softness, clearly tortured by how badly he needed to feel you.
“Oh, gladly.” Bucky whispered with a fire burning in his eyes, upping the wand to the highest setting, rolling it against your swollen bud. That was all it took to send you head first into the most intense orgasm of your life, screaming your way through your release. Your head flew back, hips grinding mercilessly as you rode out your never ending high.
“Oh fuck yes, that’s it honey, squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight, holy fuck this pussy is gonna be the death of me. Feels so fuckin’ good, better than I ever coulda’ dreamed.” Steve coached you through your high, Bucky groaning obscenely at the sight of his best girl soaking his best friend, evidence of your orgasm gushing from your pussy.
“That’s it toots, don’t stop now, ride it out for me, such a good girl.” Bucky whispered, rolling the head of the toy against you when he thought your orgasm was beginning to die down. You yelped from the oversensitivity, body almost completely limp and trembling in Steve’s strong embrace. After a few more seconds Bucky pulled the toy away, turning it off and discarding it on the carpet to give you a deep, needy kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, your pussy still clenching violently through the aftershocks around Steve’s cock.
“Did so fuckin’ well for us baby, thank you.” He whispered sincerely, ignoring Steve for a minute to take care of you. You could only nod weakly, that fucked out look in your eye driving him wild.
“Want you and Steve to finish.” You whispered, Bucky glancing over your shoulder at Steve.
“No honey don’t worry about us, you’ve been amazing already.” Steve smiled softly, kissing your shoulders gently.
“Please? Wanna make you both cum too.” You pleaded, drawing Bucky’s attention back to you.
“You sure toots?” Your boyfriend asked and you nodded. He gave you the most loving kiss, making sure you knew just how much he truly appreciated you in that moment.
“You’re nothing short of perfect, you know that?” Steve chuckled, lips connecting once more with the delicate skin behind your ear. You couldn’t help but smile, sucking in deep breaths to steady yourself, letting both huge men absolutely dote on you.
“Bedroom, baby?” Bucky asked quietly after a few minutes of them both indulging you in seemingly endless affection. You nodded happily, easing yourself up and off Steve’s rock hard member, legs stiff from being held open for so long, excited to get to lie down for a while. Your legs were wobbly, Bucky’s strong hands reaching forward to grab you, scared they would give out from under you.
“Hey, it’s okay, I got you.” He mumbled, scooping you up, heart melting at how you buried your head against his chest, craving his familiar touch. “Think Stevie is gonna have to go first honey, don’t think he can last much longer.” Bucky whispered quietly as you made your way to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed. You pulled your dress up over your head, leaving you completely naked, earning a gasp from Steve.
“God, you’re just perfect.” He hummed, pulling his shirt off while Bucky undressed himself, leaving all of you completely naked. Steve took his time, slotting himself between your thighs, pressing you into the mattress with his fervent kisses, lips latching onto any exposed skin he could access. You could tell how badly he needed this after being tortured earlier, being nestled inside you but not able to fuck you how he wanted to. His eyes were almost glassy as his lips connected with yours, cock hard and rubbing deliciously along your soaked slit.
“You need it Stevie?” You whispered softly, feeling the bed dip as Bucky joined you, cock fisted tightly in his flesh hand. Steve could only groan in response, rutting against your soaked lips but not allowing himself to push inside just yet. “Then take it.” Your voice was barely audible over Steve’s needy gasp, your hand wrapping around him and guiding him to line up with your entrance. His hips moved entirely of their own accord, his huge cock stretching you out once more. He was filling you so full you were sure you could feel him in your tummy.
“So fuckin’ incredible.” He gasped, pulling out before thrusting back in, drawing wet noises from your pussy and breathy moans from all three of you. “Shit, honey, gonna fill you up.” His cock nudged beautifully against that sweet spot inside of you, making you arch your back against his body, loving the rhythm he was setting.
“How long have you wanted this Stevie, huh? How long have you thought about fuckin’ my girl?” Bucky looked stunning, leaning back on his metal arm, flesh one tugging his painfully hard, leaking cock. His abs rippled with each tight stroke, not yet chasing his high but certainly encouraging it.
“Too fuckin’ long Buck, shit, she’s better than I could’ve dreamed. So fuckin’ tight. Won’t be able to look at you in a pretty sundress again without thinkin’ bout you drippin’ down your thighs for me, Princess.” Steve was absolutely losing himself in his pleasure, grunts slipping freely from his lips when your walls fluttered around him.
“Fuck Steve I’m so close.” You managed to whine, fingers slipping between your bodies to rub your clit in harsh circles.
“Gonna make my girl cum Stevie? You’ll get to feel her milking your cock, God it’s amazing.” Bucky’s little taunts were enough to send you over the edge, keening against Steve as your orgasm took over. The hand that wasn’t working your clit gripped at Steve’s ass, pushing him as deep inside you as possible. Almost as soon as your high took over, Steve’s hips began to stutter, cum pumping into your tightening body. Steve practically roared as he came, pressing into that sweet spot inside you, making you see stars.
“So good honey, so fuckin’ good. Holy shit, little pussy is so greedy isn’t it? Wants as much cum as I can give you.” Steve groaned, rutting out the last of his high against you before pulling out, his seed dripping out of you. Bucky almost lost all coherent thought at the sight of Steve’s spend dripping from your body.
“Got one more in you toots?” He asked quietly, lining up at your entrance, swapping places with Steve. “Oh fuck, think it actually feels even better fuckin’ you after Steve, you’re still fuckin’ clenchin’ baby. You’re just eager for more cum, is that it?” You could only whimper at his words, pressing your hips up to try to push him inside you. He chuckled lowly, gripping his cock, pressing to your cum- covered hole and sliding in effortlessly. He could only bite his lip, trying not to cry out at how good it felt to fuck you with your hole already full of Steve’s cum.
“Feel so good Buck, god I love your cock.” You whined, keen to help him establish a good rhythm.
“Know you do babydoll, you take it so well. This pussy is a dream you know that? Think ‘bout nothin’ else. And now you’ve got Stevie hooked too.” The wet sounds coming from where your bodies joined were nothing short of obscene, his strokes were so long, pulling almost entirely out of you before slamming back in. Steve watched excitedly, getting to just experience what went on behind closed doors in your house. Your chemistry was so evident, your bodies knowing exactly how to please the other. Your eyes were squeezed shut, focusing on containing your third orgasm until Bucky was ready. You could tell from his groans that he wasn’t far away, the extra slick added by Steve’s load dragging him closer to his own peak every with every thrust.
“Bucky, can’t hold it. Needa cum.” You gasped, he had been nailing your sweet spot with every single thrust, your pussy fluttering around him, ready to milk every last drop of cum from him. Bucky reached up, taking your face in one of his hands, making you open your eyes.
“Cum for me toots but don’t look away. Wanna see those pretty eyes.” He cooed, speeding his thrusts just a little to that pace he knew had you crumbling every time. Your fingers clawed at his back, your lips screwed up into a perfect ‘o’ shape, curses and whimpers of Bucky’s name flowing from you before he stilled, shooting another load inside you.
“Fuck, that’s it, milk my cock toots, such a good girl, love you so much.” He whispered, the look of complete pleasure on your face only fuelling him to cum harder. By the time Bucky had pulled out, you had already began to laugh quietly to yourself.
“What’s so funny?” Steve quizzed, Bucky flopped back on the bed looking spent, chest glittering with a thin sheen of sweat, metal hand running through his hair.
“That was good.” You chuckled, drawing a little smile from Bucky and Steve.
“Yeah it was, wasn’t it.” Bucky sounded so relaxed, still half coming down from his mind blowing high.
“Absolutely no complaints here.” Steve agreed, just glad that things weren’t awkward now that the lust had worn off.
“Same time next week?” Bucky suggested. You and Steve both glanced over at each other before simultaneously lifting pillows, whacking the squealing super soldier.
#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes smut#Steve Rogers imagine#stucky x reader#stucky x you#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x you#fatws#marvel#marvel imagine#sebastian stan#steve rogers#stucky#marvel writer#chris evans#Steve Rogers x you#Steve Rogers x reader#bucky x steve#Bucky x Steve x reader#Steve x Bucky x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#steve rogers x y/n#marvel fluff#marvel fic#marvel fanfiction#this is SO FILTHY sometimes I wonder where my head goes when I write this stuff#believe it or not I used to sing in my church choir lol what went wrong 🙃#I got so carried away but wow this was addictive I’m simping for Steve these days which is unusual for me
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Happy back-to-school y’all
I’ve attended and worked at a couple of super liberal universities. I avoid the gender studies departments for obvious reasons and I still had a lecture in which the female prof gave a brief overview of TERFs and proclaimed her hatred of JKR. Being openly critical of gender ideology, the porn industry, kinks, and ‘sex work’ are the kind of things that can ruin your future in academia. Not to mention the fact that any speech or actions that could be labelled transphobic (ie. defining woman as adult human female) can get you a suspension according to many universities anti-hate-speech policies.
So, here’s a list of small and smallish (small in terms of overt TERFery, some may require more effort than others) radical feminist actions you can take as a university student:
(this is a liberal arts perspective so if you’re a stem gal this may not apply. but also if you’re in stem maybe you can actually acknowledge that women are oppressed as a sex class without getting kicked out of school. idk)
(Note for TRAs hate reading this: One of the core actions of radical feminism is creating female networks. This is not so that we can brainwash people into being anti-trans. This is because female solidarity is necessary for creating class consciousness and overturning patriarchy. It is harder to subjugate the female sex when we stand together.)
Take classes with female profs. Multiple sections of a class? Pick the one taught by a woman. Have to chose an elective? Only look at electives offered by women. When classes have low numbers they get cancelled. When classes are super popular, universities are forced to consider promoting the faculty that teach them
Make relationships with these female profs. Go to office hours. Chat after class. Ask them about their research. Building female networks is sooooo important!
Actually fill in your end of year course feedback forms. Profs often need these when applying for tenure or applying for a job at another university so it is very important (especially with young and/or new profs) that you fill out these forms and give specific examples of how great these women are. Go off about what you love about them! Give her a brilliant review because you know the idiot boy in that class who won’t shut up even though he knows nothing is going to give her only negative feedback because he thinks any woman who leaves the house is a feminazi b*tch.
(note: obviously don’t go praising any prof - female or male - who is blatantly racist, homophobic, etc.)
(Also if you have shitty male profs write down all the horrible things they have done and said and put it in these forms because once a shitty man gets tenure they are virtually untouchable)
(also also, leave a good review on rate my profs or whatever other thing students use to figure out if they want to take classes. idc if you copy paste your feedback from the formal review. rave about the class to your friends. do what you can to get good enrolment for that prof for reasons above.)
Participate in class. Talk over the male students. Say what you mean and mean it. Call out the boys when they say dumb shit
Write about women. If you have the option to make a text written by a woman your primary text in an essay, do it. Pick the female-centred option if you’re writing an exam-essay with multiple prompts. (Profs often look at what works on their syllabus are being written about/engaged with as a marker of whether to keep those texts the next time they teach the class. If there are badass women on your syllabus, write about them to keep them on the syllabus) Use female-written secondary sources whenever possible.
(pro tip: many women in academia are more than happy to talk to you about their papers. expand your female networks by reaching out to article authors through email and asking them about their cool shit)
Get your essays published! Many departments have undergrad journals you can publish in. This will ensure more people read about the women you write about and will demonstrate to the department that people like learning about women
Consider trying to publish your undergrad essay with a legit peer-reviewed journal. If you can do it, your use of female-written secondary sources boosts the reputations of the women who wrote those secondary sources. Also this helps generally to increase scholarship about women’s writing!
Present your papers at conferences! Many schools have their own undergraduate/departmental conferences that you can present at. Push yourself by submitting to outside conferences. Bring attention to women’s works by presenting your papers. Take a space at a conference that would otherwise be reserved for mediocre men
Talk to your profs and/or your department and/or your university about mandating the inclusion of female works in classes if this isn’t something they do already
Sit next to other women in your classes. Talk to them. Make friends. Form study groups. Proofread each other’s essays. Give each other knowing looks when the boys are being dumb. Just interact with other women! Build those female networks!
Be generous with your compliments. A female classmate and I were talking to a prof after class and the classmate told me (out of the blue) that I always have such interesting things to say. I think about that whenever I’m lacking confidence about my academic skills. Compliment the women in your classes for speaking up, for sharing their opinions, for challenging your classmates/profs, for doing cool presentations, etc.
Talk to other women about sexist things going on on campus. Make everyone aware of the sexist profs. Complain about how there are many more tenured men than tenured women. Go on rate my professor and be explicit about how the sexist profs are sexist
Be active on campus and in societies. If a society has an all male executive or is male-dominated, any women who join that society make it less intimidating for more women to join. Run for executive positions! Bring in more women!
(Pro tip: Many societies’ elections are super gameable. You can be eligible to vote in a society election sometimes just by being a student at that university — even without having done anything with the society before. Other societies might just require that you’ve taken a class in a particular department or attended a society event. (Check the society’s governing documents.) Use those female networks you’ve been building. If you can bring three or four random people to vote for you, that might be enough for you to win. Societies have trouble meeting quorum (the minimum number of people in attendance to do votes) so it is really super achievable to rig an election with a few friends. And don’t feel bad about this. The system is rigged against women so you have every right to exploit loopholes!)
(Also feel free to go vote “non-confidence”/“re-open election” if only shitty men are running. Too often people see that only candidates they don’t like are running and so they give up. But you can actually stop them getting elected)
Your campus may have a LGBTQIA+alphabetsoup society. That society definitely needs more L and B women representation. It may be tedious to argue with the nb straight dudes who insist that it’s fine to use “q***r” in the society’s posters and that attraction has nothing to do with genitals, but just imagine what could happen if we could make these sorts of societies actually safe spaces for same-sex attracted women and advocated for our concerns
Attend random societies’ election meetings. Get women elected and peace out. (or actually get involved but I’m trying to emphasize the lowest commitment option with this one)
Write for the campus newspaper. Write about what women are doing - women’s sports, cool society activities, whatever. Review female movies, books, tv shows, local theatre productions. Write about sexism on campus. We need more female by-lines and more stories about women
Get involved with your campus’s sexual assault & r*pe hotline/sexual assault survivor’s centre/whatever similar organization your campus has if you can. This is hard work and definitely not for everyone (pls take care of yourself first, especially if you are a survivor)
(If your campus doesn’t have an organization for supporting survivor’s of sexualized violence, start one! This is probably going to be a lot of hard work though, so don’t do it alone)
Talk to your student council about providing free menstrual hygiene products on campus if your campus doesn’t already do this. If your campus provides free condoms (which they probs do), use that as leverage (ie. ‘sex is optional, menstruation is not. so why do we have free condoms and no free pads?’)
If you’re an older student, get involved with younger students (orientation week and such activities are good for this). Show the freshman that you can be a successful and well-liked woman without shaving your legs, wearing heels, wearing make-up, etc. Mentor these young women. Offer to go for coffee or proofread essays.
Come to class looking like a human being. Be visibly make-up less, unshaven, unfeminine, etc. to show off the many different ways of being a woman
Talk to the custodial staff and learn their names. (I know there are men who work in this profession, but it is dominated by low-income women) Say hi in the hallways, ask them about their lives, show them they’re appreciated
Be explicit with your language. When you are talking about sex-based oppression, say it. Don’t say ‘sex worker’ when you mean survivor of human trafficking. This tip is obviously a bit tricky in terms of overt TERFyness, so use your best judgement
That’s all from me for now! Feel free to add your suggestions and remember that feminism is about action
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thh characters with a crush on you
warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major
oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much
a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)
also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*
edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY
spoilers under the cut!!
★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★
makoto naegi
when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous
nervous around you, that is
y’all saw how he was with sayaka
if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it
he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes
he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says
you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents
he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually
let’s hope his luck comes through 😁
byakuya togami
now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐
he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you
but it was hard not to
the way you preferred to get to the point
the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him
he's ruthless
anyways
you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources
he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself
and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐
he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials
he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you
but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well
yeah they on his ass LMFAOO
kyoko kirigiri
kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious
she’ll probably just hang around you more
she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly
“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”
hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways
she finds you respectable
if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor
when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO
she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk
take her hand
pls
toko fukawa
y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick
yeah so 😁😁😁😁
no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾♀️ tendencies
she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast
but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya
i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational
the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again
if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids
you’ll most likely put two and two together
unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways
if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao
she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)
expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift
and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol
calls u a baka 😍😍
aoi asahina
i know y’all all see how she is with sakura
yeah.
aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them
she values you and your friendship very much
bring her donuts
just trust me bring her donuts
she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time
and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it
uh oh looks like we goin for a swim
sakura ogami
similar to kyoko, she’s very calm
despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl
she cares for you and your well-being very much
will indeed go on x games mode for you
the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken
kith her
naow
im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔
leon kuwata
flirtatious ass mf
and he’s lightskin
so this just cannot go well
y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder
yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO
he’s very confident
he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️
but
you feel.. different than usual ??
those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win
but you
he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time
he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance
he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all
he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you
he doesn't tell you in a grand way
probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin
he's chillin
mondo owada
you know
for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader
or just for being in a biker gang period
mondo’s a huge softie lol
yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends
so mfs need to be nice to you
or they gettin whooped
when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO
he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go
“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”
real smooth mondo i think you got em good job
please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny
he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it
but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾
also mondo would call his s/o doll
that is all
chihiro fujisaki
my fav dude in a dress <3
chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there
he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are
he cares about you v much
the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar
and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings
he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you
he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you
not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO
sweet lil boy
i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot
and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”
sobbing i miss him
kiyotaka ishimaru
okay here’s the thing
if taka were to like someone
i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)
or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO
so imma write a lil bit for both
in the case that he was even stricter:
he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place
of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well
if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY
but in the case he let up:
he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students
if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself
if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj
either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands
sayaka maizono
she will tell you
idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol
she’d make sure she’s sincere
she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything
ok bc
while i do think she’d tell you
i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel
like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile
and naturally, you're like :o
and of course you come to support her
and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out
for real this time
she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO
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i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾
fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁
and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*
bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever
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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍
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midnight rendezvous (b.w x y/n)
requested: yes! by @weasleyswizardwheezes1
[i love you arms your writing so uh anything w bill weasley. either smut, angst, fluff, etc. is fine, but could it be on the longer side. please and thank you, no pressure btw :)]
send in your own request here
summary: where you and bill have a penchant for meeting in the night
part two here
🃛 masterlist
cw/tw: angst, smut AND fluff babes
fem!reader, bill's kind of a dick for a part. sexual tension to the MAX doll. age difference (~6-7 years?) reader IS 18! jic anyone was worried.
also i imply reader is short-ish? but in my mind bill is like 6’3-6’5 so he’s massive and like most people would be shorter than him
word count: 5.25k
(so i heard u say ‘on the longer side’ and interpreted it as ‘i want a short novel’. hope this satisfies u doll, there'll be one or two?? more parts coming!!)
a/n: requested by @weasleyswizardwheezes1 . hope you like it! pls leave a comment, like or reblog to help boost if you did xx
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Being the best friend of the Weasley twins definitely had its perks. Spending summers at the Burrow, having a second family that was closer to you than your own, friendly banter that came along with the family.
However, there was an unexpected drawback that came with this.
A drawback by the name of Bill Weasley.
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Although in the same year as the twins, you were a year older than Fred and George, meaning you had always felt a little more mature than the two pranksters.
Thus, you felt like you noticed things that the two of them never really noticed. Girls having crushes on them, boys being envious of them, the ways rumours would fly around about the three of you.
The main thing, however, that you felt the two of them didn't notice, was the way Bill treated you.
It wasn't that he'd always been like this. The first few years you'd known the man, he was very nice to you – familial and brotherly, much like the rest of the family had been to you.
However, sometime in fifth year, things changed.
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You arrived at the Burrow with the twins for Christmas, ready to be welcomed by the family you'd come to call your own, but was left feeling hurt, weirdly hollow.
Every Weasley had welcomed you with open arms, except Bill. Harry, the only other non-Weasley around, was embraced heartily by the curse-breaker, but you were given a sharp nod, and nothing more.
Confused, you shook it off, moving to sit next to George, his arm wrapped around your waist as you snuggled into him. Fred landed on your other side, passing you a mug of hot cocoa as he landed a kiss on the top of your head, arm enveloping your shoulders with a tight squeeze.
Surrounded by the younger Weasleys as you watched Ginny, Ron and Harry play a game of Exploding Snap, you felt an intense gaze on you, looking up to see the four oldest Weasleys sat around the dining table, watching all of you.
You caught Bill's eyes, sending him a familiar smile, but was ignored as the man took a sip of his coffee, turning to look out the window instead.
Your hurt was short-lived as Fred leaned into whisper a soft quip into your ear, letting out a laugh, turning to relay the same quip to George.
The rest of the trip went similarly – every time you attempted to catch Bill's eye, to hold a proper conversation, he'd ignore you, or brush you off, pretending that he had something else to do.
The day all of you left the Burrow to go back to Hogwarts, Bill had even left the group before you could say goodbye to him, and you could only be left wondering, what did you do?
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Now that you've graduated, you were relishing in the last summer you could spend in the Burrow as a teenager without the pressure of work hovering over you.
Determined to have the best time you possibly could with your 'family', your days were consumed by pranks with the twins, quidditch with the family, and helping Molly bake.
Yet, you still felt empty; a hole in the warm pit created by familial love, a hole marked with the name 'Bill Weasley'.
The cursebreaker was still actively avoiding you, for no known reason, and you stopped seeking out why a year ago. Instead, you sought to live your life with one less brother, one less family member to love.
Tossing and turning, you found yourself particularly restless one night. Not wanting to wake Fred, who was sleeping soundly in bed next to you, you got up, tiptoeing down to the kitchen to have a nice cool sip of water.
You'd taken to sleeping in the twins' room since the first holiday you were at the Burrow. Molly was against the idea at first of course, but was incapable of stopping the pranksters who managed to sneak you in night after night, insistent on having 'sleepovers' with you.
After the third night, Molly gave up, only giving you three a strict 'no funny business!' warning, before trudging back off to bed.
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The dim lamplight from the kitchen illuminated just about enough for you to see your surroundings, having been around the Weasleys' long enough to know which boards to avoid so as to not have them creak and wake the family up.
However, what you hadn't taken into account was a body on the ground, hitting your foot into a blanketed torso, making you elicit a shriek, the unknown body on the ground letting out a muffled groan.
"What the fuck?"
You muttered a quick 'Lumos', pointing your wand at the person under the quilt, only for the fabric to be thrown aside, revealing a tousled Bill Weasley, sleep clouding his narrowed eyes as he massaged his abdominal with one hand, ruffling his hair with the other.
"Oh."
Realising that the man on the floor was, in fact, a Weasley, and not some thief who'd stolen into the house in the middle of the night, you dismissed the charm, lowering your wand and shifting awkwardly on your feet.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were there."
Throwing a curt apology at Bill, you moved off towards the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the cupboard above and wordlessly filling it up, intent on finishing your business as quickly as possible before heading back up to the twins.
"Pour me a cup?"
The deep voice startled you for a moment. At some point Bill had gotten up from his mound of pillows and now found himself stood behind you, his hand holding out a mug that had a 'B' painted on it, gesturing at the water jug you were holding.
Nodding curtly, you poured him his water, Bill thanking you before moving to lean against a counter, watching you from behind the rim of his mug.
"'m surprised you're down here."
Furrowing your brows, you looked up at the man in confusion.
"What'd you mean?"
He shrugged, downing the rest of his water before placing the mug down on the counter with a tad bit more strength than he needed. He stretched for a moment, arms pulled over his head to pull the sleep out of his eyes, shirt moving up with the movement to show off a slither of his toned stomach.
"You're always around the twins, never see you without 'em. Expected you to be, in their beds or something I don't know."
A protest spluttered from your throat, choking slightly on the water that you'd been drinking.
"I–what?"
The man lifted an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.
"Am I wrong? You've been in and out both their beds since you were firsties. I mean, it's not hard to guess what you're doing in there with 'em."
You huffed at the implications of Bill's words, putting your mug down with much of the same vigour as he had just now.
"First off, I'm an adult, and I can do what I please."
You were fuming, steam practically coming out your ears, and hearing the muttered 'clearly been an adult for a while' from Bill's lips didn't help.
"Second, even if I was sleeping with your brothers, which I am not, I don't understand why it'd be any of your business. It's not like we're friends or anything."
An odd, emotionless laugh came from Bill's lips, pushing off the counter to come stand over you. His tall stature forced you to stumble backwards, pressed against the wooden cabinets as he glared down at you.
"First off," Bill's deep voice was modulated up an octave, mocking your previous rebuttal.
"I am not saying your life is part of my concern. I'm concerned for my brothers."
A hand landed next to your head, pushing against the cabinet harshly.
"But second, you're practically a Weasley. It's my duty to look after you guys."
You laughed indignantly, looking away from the intense man to focus on his arm instead, as if studying the tattoos that covered his tanned frame.
"I'm sorry. It's your duty to look after me?"
You pushed him off of you, moving away with a huff, grabbing the two abandoned mugs to wash them with far too much tenacity, water splashing everywhere.
"Yes, that's what I said. I've known you since you were eleven – of course I have to watch over you. You're like family."
You rolled your eyes, giving up the facade of placidity as you left the mugs clattering in the sink, whipping around to face Bill.
"I'm like family? That's rich, William, truly rich."
Now it was your turn to advance towards the man, causing him to back up as your anger fueled you with energy, stomping dangerously close to his feet.
"If how you treat me is how you treat your family, I pity Molly for having you as a son."
Incoherent words left Bill's mouth in an attempt to argue further with you, but you didn't listen. Turning on your heel, you left the man in the kitchen, no longer concerning yourself with which steps to avoid as you stomped back to the twins' room, leaving Bill accompanied only by the dim light from the lamp, and the creaks coming from the floorboards.
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After that infuriating night, it was no longer a 'hidden' fact that something was off between you and Bill.
While it had seemed that Bill used to be the one avidly avoiding you, the tables had quickly turned – you were now the prey ardently avoiding any encounters with your predator.
Any time Bill came into the room, you'd either leave, or place yourself as far away as humanly possible. During meals, you'd move yourself to sit next to Ginny, as opposed to in between the twins as you'd been sat for years, just so you no longer sat across from Bill. Even during quidditch, one of your favourite things to do with the whole family, you opted to sit out and stay in the twins' room or help Molly with the dishes, just to make sure you never had to interact with Bill.
Honestly, you weren't quite certain why the conversation with Bill had ticked you off so much. Maybe it was because he accused you of sleeping with your best friends, as if that was all you were good for. Maybe, it was because he had no right to insert himself in your life like that, to pretend like he cared about you in the first place.
It was clear he no longer wanted to be a part of your life when you were sixteen. You had no desire to welcome the curse-breaker back into your life now.
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Three days after the midnight meeting with Bill, you found yourself restless again, unable to sleep.
George shifted slightly as you moved out of his bed, turning to cuddle with your now abandoned pillow as you slipped out of his grasp.
You decided to go for a quick midnight broom ride, hoping that the adrenaline rush and energy that you'd burn while flying would tire you out so you could finally fall asleep. A lot of the time you'd spent avoiding Bill turned into naps, which meant you were increasingly unable to fall asleep at night, disrupting your sleep schedule massively.
Cursing Bill under your breath, you creeped down the stairs, hoping that he wouldn't be down there again. You didn't want to have to deal with the eldest Weasley again.
Thanking your lucky stars, you landed on the final step, noting that the first floor was empty. Hoping that the door wouldn't creak when you opened it, you ran towards the small shed out back, grabbing a random broom from it and got ready to fly.
"Y/N?"
You were already mounted on the broom and ready to kick off as that dreaded baritone resounded from the door.
You should have known you weren't that lucky.
Yelling a quick "Nope!", you kicked off and flew out towards the countryside, only looking behind you to see Bill standing in his sleeping pants, hands gesturing out at you in exasperation.
"Now how's that for some good ol' avoidance?"
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Though you'd initially planned on flying only for a little bit, seeing Bill at the door really put a damper on your plans, making you decide to fly to a nearby watering hole the Weasleys used to bring you to.
Illuminated by the moonlight, you descended upon the grassy area, smiling at the way the water rippled in the soft night breeze.
Tranquility was what the scene spelt.
In a moment motivated by something you'd come to dub as 'Weasley Whims', i.e the reason the twins had gotten the three of you in trouble constantly, you decided to strip down to your underwear to take a dip in the cool water, abandoning your clothes and wand on a mossy rock nearby.
Taking a running leap, you threw yourself into the water, feeling, for the first time in three days, free. A laugh rippled the waters as you broke through the surface, swimming back over to the edge, only for the laugh to be stolen away as you noticed a shadowed figure land next to your broom.
Bill Weasley was here to ruin your night, yet again.
You let out a strangled scream of frustration as the man alighted from his broom, feet and torso bared to the moonlight.
Clearly, he, like you, had not bothered to dress properly for the impromptu flight.
"Why are you following me."
Your question held no semblance of curiosity, only frustration as you demanded an answer from the man. His answer did not come, only moving towards the water to kneel in front of it, looking down at you.
"Why are you running away from me?"
Wisps of his ginger hair fell forward, covering bits of his handsome face as the rest was carelessly thrown up into a short ponytail, clearly done to prevent his hair from falling into his face during the flight, a precaution that you'd forgotten to take.
"I could ask you the same. Only, it must be a bit harder to hide from someone when they're already hiding from you in the first place, hmm?"
You turned away from the man, diving back down into the depths of the watering hole to kick yourself over to the other side, wanting to do nothing more than swim away from the ginger, or maybe, have him leave you alone and fly back to the burrow, alone.
But of course, fate never let you have your way.
You turned around only to see the man had sat himself down cross-legged, body illuminated by the moonlight as it highlighted the tattoos decorating his forearm, the several scars that littered his chest a sharp white juxtaposing his tanned skin.
"I never ran away from you."
Your head fell back as you tread the water lightly, looking up instead to admire the stars that embellished the night sky, recalling fondly the astronomy classes you'd taken in the past two years as you focused on constellation after constellation, intent on ignoring the man in front of you, hoping your disregard would drive him away.
"Y/N, I'm talking to you."
The words drew a monotone chuckle from you, your eyes snapping to meet Bill's.
"Well that's a first."
Bill moved to stand up, and your heart jumped for a moment. Maybe he would finally leave you alone.
But yet again, luck never did seem to favour Y/N Y/L/N.
Instead of moving further away as you'd thought he would, Bill moved closer, stepping into the shallow of the watering hole, the water soaking the bottom of his pants.
Your eyes darted at the ripple of his abs with every movement, swallowing as your eyes darted to look anywhere else you could. You were not about to find this man attractive.
You could see him coming towards you in your peripherals, and moved back to face him, his pecs the only part of his torso above the water.
"You haven't spoken to me for almost two years, and now you've just got so much to say to me, huh?
Bill looked down into the water, nibbling on his lip as he looked back into your eyes, almost sheepish as he tried to answer.
"I–"
"You know how much that hurt?"
You swam closer towards him, your feet finding ground as you stood next to him, your shoulders bared to the world as you were no longer submerged.
"You were like family to me for almost five years, and then one day. You just fucking stopped. Stopped talking to me. Stopped joking around with me. For a while, you didn't even look at me!"
Your hands came up out of the water, gesturing wildly as you basically screamed at the man, Bill flinching slightly as the water splashed into his face, looking back down at the water again.
Ashamed.
"D'you know how fucked up that was? I had no clue what happened, why one of the people I considered family, one of my favourite people in the world, just fucking despised me all of a sudden."
Bill looked up at you in surprise at your words.
"And you know the worst fucking part?"
Your voice suddenly fell to a hush, almost a whisper as a tear welled in your eye, prompting you to shut them as your head tilted down, urging your breath to slow down.
"The worst part, the worst part was that I thought it was my fault, that it was something I'd done to drive you away. I blamed myself for ages, didn't know what I said, didn't know why you hated me."
"Didn't know why you'd never like me back."
The last part was said in a true whisper, barely audible despite the silent night.
Yet Bill still heard it, and his breath hitched in his throat, eyes searching your face as a tear escaped you, rolling down your cheek.
Unable to restrain himself, Bill's hand darted forward out, cooled by the waters you two found yourself in, a blatant contrast to the warm tear as the pad of his thumb wiped it away.
You flinched away from Bill, feeling vulnerable for the first time that night, coming to the sudden realisation that you were clad only in your underwear, your unintended confession drawing heat to your cheeks as you moved away from the man.
"I, I was afraid."
Bill's own confession halted your movements, making you turn back around to look up at him, confused.
"I–, how do I say this. I was ashamed of myself."
It was now Bill's turn to feel vulnerable, his unease making him shift in the water, the water rippling around the two of you at his movements.
"That winter when you came back here, when you turned sixteen, I started seeing you as more than family. I– I found you attractive, and I felt disgusted with myself."
You huffed, disbelieving of the words you were hearing.
"I'm being serious Y/N. You just, grew up over those few months, and just came back different, somehow. I felt like a predator, I was twenty-three! You were still a kid, and I, I just didn't know what to do anymore."
"I wasn't a kid!"
"Of course you were! You were still in school, I'd been working for five years, I couldn't live with myself feeling like that. I didn't know what to do, so I just, distanced myself. Hoped that the feelings would go away eventually, then I'd just, go back to being normal."
Your eyes scanned the ginger's face, searching for a speck of a lie, a pinch of deception but only found uncertainty, attraction and lust dusting the man's face.
"But you never stopped..."
Your breath stopped for a moment as your eyes met.
"Are you being serious?"
His breath fanned your face as both of you instinctively moved closer towards each other, more of your body exposed to the world as you came further out of the water.
"As serious as I could be Y/N."
Your breath was taken away as Bill leaned in, ghosting his lips over yours, strands of ginger hair falling to tickle your face.
"Can I kiss you?"
A breathless whisper fell from Bill's lips, prompting you to nod in assent, the man falling to capture your lips before you even finished the move.
Sparks flew in that moment, the man's lips gliding over yours as he stole your breath away. You pulled apart after a second, before your lips fell back together again, insatiable in your desire to taste each other.
Bill's tongue teased you, mouth falling open for his teeth to graze at your lower lip, making you gasp such that your lips fell open in the same way, his hand moving to cup your jaw. Taking advantage of your momentary shock, the ginger slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring every nook and cranny of you as you moaned into his lips, pressing your chest against his.
The water waded around you as Bill's left hand moved down your body, fitting snugly under your ass as he muttered a soft 'jump', which you obliged.
Your legs wrapped around the man's hips, Bill walking the two of you onto the soft grass, muttering a charm against your lips before placing you down.
Instead of feeling prickly blades of grass on your skin, a soft blanket had appeared, making you smile, pulling away from the man.
"Quite the romantic, Mr Weasley. Know how to treat a girl right don't you?"
A deep chuckle sounded from the man who hovered above you on his hands and knees, biting his lower lip at the sight of you.
"Only the best for my girl."
Your heart leapt at Bill’s words; were you his now?
Not wanting to dwell on it, to overthink this moment of passion, you pulled his lips back down onto yours.
His girl.
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The moon hung high in the night sky as both your hands explored each other, frantic, as if it was your last day on Earth and you only had here and now to envelop yourselves in each other.
The pure animalistic need that pulsed through the two of you allowed no time for foreplay, fingers hooking into the soaking fabrics that clung to both of you.
“Can I?”
Bill fingered the waistband of your underwear, thumb brushing your hip bone with motions feather light, wildly disparate from the way his lips devoured yours hungrily.
One act designed to ruin you, the other almost afraid he’d break you.
“Yes, I need you.”
You deigned to show him just how much by hooking your own fingers into his waistband, soaked pajama pants pulled away to reveal his boxers, clinging to his muscular frame.
Bill responded by undressing you with much of the same vigour, moving to pull your underwear down to your ankles, his pants in very much the same state, gazing down at your soaked private with lust clouding his vision.
“Next time,” he breathed out onto your glistening lips, “I’ll make you cum with just my tongue.”
Your breath hitched at his words, no, his promise, of a next time as Bill made his way back up your body, peppering kisses on your exposed skin, his hard-on grinding against your leg as he moved up.
The cursebreaker’s deft hands unhooked your bra expertly, sucking in a breath as your pert nipples were revealed to him.
“Beautiful.” He mumbled, almost as if he was speaking to himself.
Bill moved to unclothe himself fully, before you stopped his movements, his hands already pulling at the waistband around his hips.
“May, may I?”
He nodded as you sat up, eyes glazed as he studied your body, memorising the way your breasts glistened in the moonlight. He would make it his mission to mark them, to show anyone who came near you that you were no one’s, but his.
You hooked your fingers into his boxers, pulling them down to his thighs at an almost agonising pace as every part of Bill was unveiled to you, standing proudly in the light.
“Are you... a virgin?”
The man above you asked as it dawned upon him. He was really about to have the girl he’d been craving for.
“No, I’m not.”
His jaw clenched at your admission, the thought of someone else’s hands on you ticking him off, before pushing it away.
It didn’t matter. You were with him now.
He nodded, coming back down to kiss you as one hand braced him by your head, the other reaching down to pump himself slowly.
Your hands wrapped around his neck, eyes falling closed as you immerse yourself in him.
Bill’s knee nudged your thighs apart, moving himself so he was lined up against you, hand brushing his cock up and down your lips, causing both of you to shudder.
His head dipped into you, your tight heat causing him to hiss, pausing for a moment to savour the feeling before pushing himself in fully, stopping only once he’d bottomed out.
“Are y’okay?”
You bit your lower lip as Bill moved away from you to scan your face for discomfort or pain. His girth, while not quite painful was definitely bordering on pain, your walls stretching as he filled you entirely.
“Yes, just, one second.”
Your hands gripped his neck, lacing your fingers through the tresses of his hair as you adjusted around him. As the pain receded, you nodded, a silent signal for the man to move.
He carefully pulled out of you, then pushed back in slowly, hands landing by your head to brace himself, testing the waters whilst both of you moaned at the feeling.
“Faster.”
Bill obliged, moving to thrust in and out of you at increasing speeds with each movement. His hips snapped against yours at a speed that could only be described as vicious, eliciting sounds that defiled the tranquil nature you were surrounded by.
You were breathless as the man thrusted in and out of you, his movements only capable of drawing pants and whimpers from your mouth, the activity rendering you a simpleton who knew only two words - ‘Bill’ and ‘please’.
Your climax soon drew close, a coil tightening with his every sound and every move, your body notifying the man above you by the clench of your walls around him, the motion drawing him closer to his own orgasm.
“Are you close baby?”
A nod was all you managed as you threw your head back, Bill’s tip brushing against your g-spot edging you even closer to your precipice.
One of Bill’s hands moved down your body, landing on the bundle of nerves above where the two of you met, rubbing figure eights onto you, making you let out a gasp of surprise as the older man helped you move closer to your orgasm.
His movements didn’t falter as your moans grew louder, seeming instead encouraged by the promise of your climax, your moans growing loud and unabashed.
Each pant of his name made the man groan in return, moving both his fingers and his hips so ferociously that your breasts bounced with each thrust, your back sure to be red and chafed in the morning from the friction against the blanket.
But you didn’t care - the only thoughts you were capable of manifesting was how good it felt to have Bill inside you, how this was the one thing you’d ever needed to feel full, how he never stopped in his stimulation, the way his mouth felt on your nipples - sucking on the skin of your breasts, a reminder that would last of this fleeting night.
As Bill stimulated you with his cock, his fingers, his mouth, you couldn’t hold it in any longer - and you could tell Bill was reaching his breaking point as well - you let out a moan that would awaken the sleeping birds in the tree nearby, a scream of “Bill” that would leave the twins wondering why your voice was hoarse in the morning left you, legs trembling as you released around the man.
Yet he still never relented.
As you rode out your orgasm, your cunt throbbing, Bill never faltered in his actions, hips thrusting into you as he bit into your neck softly, intent on marking you for all to see as his cock twitched inside of you.
With a moan that you could only describe as sinful, yet angelic, a sound that would haunt your dreams and bless your nightmares, teeth grazing your sensitive skin, Bill came into you. Hot stripes of white liquid coating your walls while his thrusts slowed to a stop.
Getting up on trembling hands, Bill hovered above you, exiting you in a slow movement that had you whimpering at the sudden emptiness, your eyes still shut from your post-orgasmic bliss.
Lips pressed onto your forehead, as if Bill was savouring something he didn’t want to lose.
Something you didn’t want to lose either.
⚔︎
The flight back to the Burrow was silent, the two of you side by side as you flew through the wilderness of Ottery St. Catchpole.
When you landed, you looked out onto the nature around you, Bill landing almost immediately after you.
In the distance, you could see the sun readying to rise in the East, colours bleeding into the sky that had been pitch dark save for the spattered stars hours ago.
“Did you regret that?”
The man standing beside you asked after a moment of silence, not daring to meet your eyes as he appeared vulnerable, afraid, feigning an interest in the rising sun.
His muscular arm was what you were faced with as you turned towards him, his tall stature casting a shadow over you. You eyed the red marks you’d left on him, the little reminders scattered on his shoulders and back.
“No. Did you?”
The cursebreaker turned to face you, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched you, scanning your face for the umpteenth time that night.
“Of course not.”
You crossed your arms over your chest, drawing Bill’s gaze down towards them, a small smile telling you he was admiring the slowly darkening marks he’d left on you.
“Then why’d you assume I would’ve?”
He caught his lower lip between his teeth, gnawing on it absentmindedly as he shrugged.
“I dunno. Just assumed you wouldn’t have wanted that with an older man or somethin’, I s’just worried, s’all.”
You inhaled deeply, letting out a long sigh as you reached out towards the man, cupping a hand on either side of his chiseled jaw, making him look into your eyes.
“Bill, that was my decision to make. If I didn’t want to have sex with you, I wouldn’t’ve done it. It’s not your place to decide for me whether I wanted it.”
You leaned in to capture his lips in yours; this time deepening the kiss on your terms, slipping your tongue into his mouth and savouring his taste.
Cinnamon, with a hint of mint and tobacco.
You pulled away, tracing your lips to the sweet spot under his ear, sucking softly before turning to whisper in his ear.
“I wanted it, and I’ve wanted you for longer than you could have known.”
part two out now x
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday
Monday�� Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends
Word count: 5,326
(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)
You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”
You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.
He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.
Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”
You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”
“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”
There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.
“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”
“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”
Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.
He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”
You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”
“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”
“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.
“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”
Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”
“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”
“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”
“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”
“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.
You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.
“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”
Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today.
“I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”
“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”
You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.
“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”
“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”
He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.
“Shit, sorry.”
“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”
“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”
You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”
He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”
“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”
“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.
“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”
You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.
“Yikes.”
“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”
“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”
You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.
You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.
You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.
Sammy <3
(Y/n) where the hell are you?
Adrian <3
Do you guys think she ditched us?
I knew she was ignoring us
Sammy <3
Who ignores their friends?
Annie <3
(Y/n) apparently.
She has more important things to do ig
Oh my god
Do you guys think she skipped school?
Adrian <3
I wouldn’t put it past her
Maybe she finally gave up
(Y/n)
I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today
I would never ignore you
Sammy <3
Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..
(Y/n)
I’m not ditching you!
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment
I’ll make it up to you guys
Adrian <3
How?
You’ve already skipped out on us enough already
Annie <3
Oh ik!
She can write our final research paper for us Dri!
I haven’t started it yet lmao
Adrian <3
Saaaame lmaoooo
Sammy <3
Guys, what about me???
Adrian <3
Idk, figure it out yourself
Sammy <3
Rude!
Uhhh
Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history
(Y/n)
Alright, I can do that for you guys
Sam can you pls send me the rubric?
Annie <3
Thanks love ;)
(Y/n)
No problem, I like doing things for friends
My dad’s coming, I gotta go
Talk to you guys later
Adrian <3
Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!
(Y/n)
: ) <3
You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.
“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.
“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”
“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”
“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”
“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”
“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”
“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”
“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”
“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”
“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.
“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.
“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”
He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.
Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.
“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”
“I’m alright.”
“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”
“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”
She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”
You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”
You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.
“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”
“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”
“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”
“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”
She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”
You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”
You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion.
“Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”
“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.
“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”
She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.
“So?”
“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”
He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”
“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”
“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”
“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”
“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”
“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.
In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.
Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?
Hales : )
(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school
I need to talk to you before practice starts
It’s an emergency
(Y/n)
What’s going on?
Hales : )
I’ll explain after school.
Can’t talk about it over text
(Y/n)
Alright, see ya then ig
You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-
You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.
“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”
“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”
“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”
Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.
Unknown
I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.
If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.
You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.
Cut all ties now. You have two days.
Do not try me.
“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”
She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”
“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”
“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”
“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”
She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”
“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”
She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”
You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”
She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.
You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”
The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.
“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”
“It’s none of your business, Zara.”
“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.
“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.
“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.
“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”
“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.
“You just keep telling yourself that.”
“I’m serious.”
“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”
You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”
“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.
Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”
“I am and I hate it.”
Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.
Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.
You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.
“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.
“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”
She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”
“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”
She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”
She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.
“(Y/n)-”
“I know what you’re gonna say.”
She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”
You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”
She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”
You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”
“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”
“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”
“You really wanna bet?”
You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”
She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.
You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.
You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”
She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”
“Make me~”
She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”
She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”
“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.
“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”
She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”
She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-
“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”
You sighed, “right.”
The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.
You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”
“Yeah…”
You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.
You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.
“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”
“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”
He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”
You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”
“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”
You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.
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Dr strange headcannons pls
Lee
Ler-leaning switch
Pretty decently ticklish but he tends to hide it
If it's a loved one or a close friend trying to wreck him, he wont really put it as first priority to escape as much, the complete opposite going for other people
Stephen tends to get a little annoyed when he's tickled while reading or heavily focused on something ( He definitely doesnt mind when he's not busy though hueHUEEHUEUE- )
On a scale of one to ten, he's a split 6.5
Usually he grits his teeth or covers his face with his arm to stop himself from giggling himself silly
Usually its ends with the dam breaking and his face going red from holding it in
His laugh is really boy-ish and a little more on the low side most of the time, but it sometimes falters to a more high-pitched giggle when he's taken by surprise
Teases arent really effective on him
When Stephen is aware he's about to get wrecked, he tries to play it cool while silently begging the cloak "man you gotta help me fly me out or something".
Instantly pin him down because he's going to flail like hell to try to escape
Worst spots are the back of his neck, that-one-area-where-the-ribs-and-underarms-meet, and his sides
Raspberries are murderous holy-
He let's a laugh-screech out everytime and flails so much
His hands are an absolute no-no spot, Strange's hands are sensitive but more in an uncomfortable way
Main lers are Christine, occassionally Wong when he's being a sarcastic donkey, and of course the cloak
Ler
Snarky-ass ler, I tell ya
Personally I think the ler role fits him more, still adorable as a lee though
Constantly throwing out teases about the most obvious things, and most of the time it works
"This must tickle, right? What do you mean it doesnt? You're laughing :^)"
Usually only tickles people as retaliation, which isnt common, but also not rare
Will occassionally use his magic to pin or at least catch the lee off-guard
He'll check on the person if they go a little too red in the face and maybe will stop
Unless hes feeling a little relentless
Probably will try to get the lee to say something that will give him an ego boost to jokingly brag about later on
"Say that I'm the Greatest Wizard in the Multiverse and I'll let you go."
"YOU HAHARDLY AMOUNT TOHO GIHILDEROY LOHOHOCKHART"
offended gasp
Either completely deadpan or smirking when he's tickling someone and both are equally scary
Kinda just digs his fingers in to tickle someone instead of fluttering ( though really carefully )
Will use gentle tickles if it's a spot that's horribly sensitive like their neck or ears
I feel like it's illegal to not mention his awesome facial hair 💅
Like lil beard scribbles hhhhhhhh
Mainly tickles Christine and people who are close
#Lee!Dr strange#Lee!Stephen Strange#ticklish!dr strange#ticklish!stephen strange#but like#bro i love this man#Squigg headcannons
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