#and we all know what the first period was like

[lietogirlsss]

COULDN'T MAKE IT ANY HARDER !

joaquin torres x fem!reader

: in which you and joaquin have known eachother as teenagers. You thought he was a pain in the ass and he spent everyday proving you wrong. Now that he's Captain America's protege, you've gotten a call that he was in the hospital after falling into the Indian Ocean, you'd do anything to go back to those days again.

: this was hardkey inspired by danny's interview in a talkshow, the coincidences are WILD. For the purpose of the plot, you and joaquin grew up in Miami.

: use of petnames, swearing, blood, implied death, implied murder, police chases, sort of spicy scene.

MIAMI, 2017

"CHECK IT OUT! I'M GUNNA DO IT!"

"JOAQUIN YOU ASSHAT GET DOWN FROM THERE! WE'RE GUNNA GET CAUGHT!"

You push your sunglasses above your eyes as you whirl over your shoulder to see Joaquin and another one of your friends Javi clamber on top of a second floor balcony overlooking the pool where all eight of you had broken into instead of attending 7th period on a particularly sweltering Friday afternoon. The news forecast advised everybody to stay inside and to hydrate frequently, but then again it was Florida, so naturally it fell on deaf ears.

The entire hotel, was closed off because of a bedbug infestation reported by a couple of tourists flocking to Miami because of summer, it's been a month since they fumigated the entire hotel and all you had to do was dodge a couple security guards. Which wasn't hard at all, you and your friend Sofia who was in your AP Physics class just fluttered your eyelashes at them long enough so that the others could get in.

Sofia who was currently in the water waded towards you who was propped up on your elbows, glancing up at Joaquin and Javi in the distance with stupidly wide grins on their faces, illuminated by scattered rays of golden sunlight shining through the trees from the penthouse. "We're gunna be busted thanks to them."

"Hey, why do you look so worried? I thought you wanted to skip class with us?" You wondered, raising a quizzical brow at her.

"I did, but now I think I shoulda just sat this one out. Listen to a white man teach me a language I already know." Sofia professed, taking a swig of Bud Light. "What if we get caught, man? If my parents find out about this i'm screwed."

"No pasa nada, If your parents are gunna chew you up so are mine, alright? We're in this together." You reassure her, laughing through your nose. "Besides, school ends tomorrow, they shouldn't get their panties in such a twist." Your statement then earns you a poke in the side making you cringe and let out a cackle.

You watch as Joaquin and Javi shimmy in front of the handrails of the balcony clearly preparing themselves to jump, in Joaquin's hand was a can of PBR, the cloud like carbonation from the beer was fizzing out from a slit on the side so that he and Javi could shotgun before diving into the pool. You watch how the liquid runs down Joaquin's arm, eventually making an unattractive splattering sound on the floor below.

"WHO WANTS TO SEE ME AND JAVI SHOTGUN THIS BEER BEFORE DIVING INTO THE POOL?!?"

The rest of your friends cheered and hollered. But you scoffed, immensely unimpressed, you always thought Joaquin was incredibly full of himself and was the main reason all of you kept getting caught, sure you shouldn't be there in certain places in first place but sneaking into them would have been a hell of a lot easier without Joaquin roping in Javi to do stupid stunts with him. You scoffed once more as you turn your attention back to your phone to choose another song from your playlist; But before you could shove your earbud back into your left ear you hear Joaquin yell,

"WHAT DO YOU SAY Y/N? YOU THINK I CAN MAKE THE JUMP?"

You shoot him a disdained look, scowling from your spot by the pool. "Hopefully not, maybe then your mother would actually be proud of something you did."

Joaquin jeers playfully, even going as far as pouting at you from such a distance. "Oh come on angel! Have some faith in me!"

"Yeah Y/N! have some faith!" Javi chimes in, delighted as ever.

You shift your body in such a way that your front would be fully facing him. "I don't wanna have to explain to your mother her son nose dived onto solid concrete, I don't think I'd be able to keep a straight face."

Joaquin in return makes a face at you, half in disbelief, half in amusement whilst on the brink of laughter yet again. "Oh trust me, you'd be devastated if anything happened to this face." He replies all bold and cocksure.

You hummed. "I don't even think you can spell devastated if your life depended on it."

"¡Carajo, can too!" He riposted confidently. "How about this, every time I get a letter correct is how long we gotta kiss."

You laugh through your nose as everyone around you started hooting and hollering. "Where are we middle school? Please, if I wanted a kiss that badly I would've just stuck my face in front of a slobbering dog, even then it would be less sloppy."

Joaquin then makes a face, almost like he's just been stabbed. You roll your eyes at him for the umpteenth time. "I can't tell you how hurtful that is to me, especially since we've never even kissed before so you're basically going off on nothing here."

"And I'd like to keep it that way." You drawled as a matter of factly.

"If you two end up killing yourselves before graduation I'm actually going to burn you alive!" Another one of your friends Isabelle yelled from the edge of the pool before your other friend Mason grabs her by the waist and leaped into the pool with her. Everyone erupts in a chorus of laughter.

"What do you say Y/N? You up for it?" Joaquin hollers.

"In your-"

Your statement was short-lived when all of you hear shuffling from one of the farthest hallways almost like running. Your head snaps towards that direction just seconds before you heard the security guards yelling expletives and empty threats. All 8 of you scampered off with your shit, some leaping out of the pool, some even leaving their shoes behind. You sling your bag over your shoulder and start running towards the exit, in your peripheral you spot Joaquin and Javi climbing back onto the balcony as you follow Sofia out of there.

The guards were relentless despite their physique, being able to stay hot on your tail as you, Sofia, and Mason dart off in different directions, not before agreeing to meet up at a local mom n' pop shop a couple blocks from there that sold "naturally flavored" slushees. As you tiptoed your way through the barren outdoor bar, you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder as the blazing afternoon sun battered it's unforgiving rays onto your face which made your hair cling to your skin uncomfortably, not a gust of wind blowing past.

Then you suddenly felt a hand wrap its fingers around your arm making you whirl around in shock, only to be met by Joaquin shooting you one of his signature shrewd yet saccharine smiles, a lone finger resting atop his lips as the sun illuminated his skin like it was glittering gold. Glittering gold? What are you? a fucking poet?

You tugged your hand forcefully out of his grasp, snapping yourself out of it. "You asshole! What the fuck were you thinking?!?"

Joaquin chuckles at your face, how your narrowed eyes expressed both disdain, relief and also an intense blaze of hatred. "That's a little hurtful don't you think? Whatever happened to 'hey joaquin?' or maybe even a 'sup sexy', hmm?"

You shoot him a deranged look as you jab him in the side causing him to recoil in pain. "I thought I was caught! What the fuck man?!?"

"Do you really think a guard would hold your arm the way I did?" Joaquin wheezed out, a certain sourness to his face as he kneads his gut. "Some fucking guard, I was being gentle as hell."

You roll your eyes at his excessive dramatics. "Oh come on, I didn't hit you that hard... Did I? "

"You definitely didn't." He says, making your face crease even more. "It's just that while we were running away I fell down a flight of stairs tryna get away from the guards, landed on my side, heard a crack. They almost cuffed my ass."

Your eyes widen, shame and regret overcoming you as you realize maybe you shouldn't have punched him. "Oh shit-! Oh my god I'm so sorry... Lemme take a look-" You babble abashed, eyes zeroing on the area where Joaquin had his hand pressed against.

"Hey, no, it's alright." He insists, a coy smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. "I'm alright angel I swear-"

"The hell you are, just lemme take a look, coño." You counter. "Here, lift up your shirt, I gotta see if it's swelling-"

After all that he still manages to laugh. "Can't a girl take a guy out to dinner first? Damn."

"Shut up." You say, focused, swatting his hand away. "Let me look at it, Joaquin."

"Dawww, look at you all concerned about me." He crooned, giving you a dopey smile. "Makes me actually wish I threw myself down a flight of stairs."

You take a step back, glaring at him in disbelief. "Oh you're sick."

"I think you mispronounced 'devilishly handsome'."

You scoffed, walking away from him before he jogs up to you, facing you as he starts walking backwards. "Hey, look, it isn't funny I got it. Apology accepted? Great! thanks. I knew you'd come around, angel."

"I actually thought I hurt you, dumbass."

"Hey, you could never hurt me, not for lack of trying but definitely because you don't know how to throw a punch for your life."

"Oh my god!" You exclaim in irritation.

"Look at you all hot and bothered." Joaquin guffaws at your face. "I wasn't the one that wanted to see me strip myself shirtless out in the open like this."

You pinch the bridge of your nose. "I swear to fucking God you're gunna wish-"

"HEY I CAN HEAR SOME OF 'EM OVER HERE!"

You and Joaquin turn your heads towards the voice before glancing at each other. "You wanna hold onto that sentiment?"

"Actually, I think this argument can wait. Part 2?"

"Jesus, just can't get enough of me, can you?" Joaquin accuses, shaking his head at you in disbelief. "I hate to say it, I think you're obsessed with me."

"You wish." You say biting down a grin with everything in you whilst pushing him away, hearing his raucuous laugh as both of you ran off as fast as you could. You don't realize he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him this entire time until the both of you managed to run 3 blocks in the summer heat and he lets go of your hand to open the door to the mom n' pop store.

WASHINGTON, 2027

After hours upon hours of surgery Joaquin finally wakes up. His eyelids fluttering open as if it had been the first time in a long time, to a fancy hospital room with scattered beams of sunlight streaming in through the windows.

The last thing he recalls is him flying over Celestial Island, a misunderstanding with Sam which led to a sudden outward burst of bright orange engulfing him, and the faintest feeling of being pulled downwards from the sky. But he didn't expect you sitting on the armchair beside him with your head rested on your hand, eyes shut, and lips parted as he picks up on your soft snoring

Still incredibly lethargic, Joaquin couldn't help but grin at the sight of you. Oh, if only he had the strength to reach over to the bedside table to get his phone and take a picture. He would never let you live it down. In fact he'd probably print multiple copies of it and give them to you every Christmas.

Just as he was entertaining the thought in his mind, he sees you stir in the chair; letting out a large yawn, you blink repeatedly as your eyes try to get used to the brightness of the room.

"Wakey, wakey." Joaquin teased, causing your head to snap up at him in surprise. His voice still evidently hoarse never lacked the amusement it held whenever he was a conversation with you. "you came all this way just to visit me?"

You smiled, laughing through your nose. "I didn't have any plans for the weekend." You shrug, rubbing your eye free of the film that stuck it together. "Thought I'd drop by, see how terrible you look."

"Oh yeah? What's your verdict?" Joaquin implored.

"You look like if a sock monkey was put through a meat grinder." You say, punctuating your statement with a giggle that made Joaquin's internal organs do a somersault. "Then again you always look this chopped."

"Wow, way to kick a man while he's down." He replies, fake hurt. "I fell outta the sky a couple days ago, don't I get a day off from your... colorful opinions?"

You shook your head at him. "Nah, not when you made me your emergency contact." You shift in your position, boxing your arms over your chest as you look down at Joaquin with an almost cocksure expression. "Although I do have to say thank you, I met Captain America AND The Winter Soldier. On the same day."

Joaquin tilts his head back against the pillow, grinning at the cieling in disbelief. "See? And you're still convinced I don't do anything for you."

Your snort, chuckling loudly. "For a moment I nearly forgot I ran three red lights for you, all I could think about was how well Bucky fit in that suit-"

"-Three red lights? " Joaquin echoes suddenly, furrowing his eyebrows at you. "Damn, see this is why I made you my emergency contact, you're not afraid to break traffic rules."

"I could think of a dozen other people that you could've thought of before you chose me." You retaliated.

"Oh yeah? Do you think they had the guts to run a red light let alone three?"

"All three of your siblings maybe?" You suggest comically. "I dunno, just choose one. They'd be more than willing to run every red light possible."

"Red lights sure, but they weren't ballsy enough to break into a skate park with me at 4am on a school night just to hang out." He argued, smiling at you. "And of course there was that whole fiasco with the hotel on Hibiscus Avenue-"

"Irrelevant, we did that with a ton of friends."

"Yeah sure, let's leave out the fact that we made out twice afterwards." He rolled his eyes. "We didn't do that with 'a ton of friends'." He emphasized, almost mocking you.

You gawk at him in disbelief. "Low. We were 18."

"Hey, at least you can say you made out with The Falcon." Joaquin laughed at you. "Not many people can say that. Now that everybody knows about me because I fell into the stupid ocean you can pull that card whenever you like."

A moments pause.

"Captain America said they had to restart your heart." You brought up, staring at the ECG monitor before sighing. "What were you tryna prove now?"

"That I could do it." He says honestly, the answer practically lunging out of his mouth. "That I could be the next Falcon."

"Except you nearly died." You tell Joaquin, he takes note of your posture, sitting stiffly in the chair as the conversation takes a turn.

"I came back." Joaquin reasoned weakly. "The man upstairs let me off on a warning, says I still got some shit I gotta finish."

"Clearly its because He didn't want anyone face-planting into pillars or pissing off any of the cherubs." You sneered, causing him to let out a huff of laughter. "Its not like you've matured much since we last met. You're still crashing into shit, leaping off shit."

"-Excuse you, that's called falling with style." Joaquin insisted as a matter of factly. "If i learned anything about watching Disney movies everyday when I was a little kid is that Buzz Lightyear would be stinkin' proud if he could see where I am right now."

You don't roll your eyes at him or scoff at him or make yet another witty remark, what you did do surprised him and even you. Your eyes suddenly appeared to be more glassier than usual, you scratch the inner corner of your eye as you frowned at him. "I thought I lost you." You say, the instability of your tone was what made Joaquin's throat tighten.

"I'm still here, I'm right here." Joaquin assured you. "You know a little tumble can't stop me."

"What if next time you don't get so lucky, huh?" You wonder quietly. "What if this is the last time you injure yourself and I don't get to see you wake up high as a fucking kite and grinning at me like I just told you I introduced you to Antman?"

He manages to laugh through his nose. "Angel, have a little faith in me, would you?"

You bristle in your spot, feeling fully awake now. "I hate the fact that you keep putting yourself in situations where you can get hurt. What if eventually my faith just won't cut it anymore? You can't fucking blame me for living in fear." You argue with him as you wept, tears coursing down your cheeks as you chased at them with your palms.

"We aren't kids in Miami anymore, you're not in the air force, you're a superhero. You've got two feet in the grave at this point and I think you're just waiting for someone with a shovel."

Joaquin eyes begun to sting. "That's not fair." He says quietly, shaking his head. "I'm trying to make a difference in the world, a real difference." You knew he was, the both of you grew up watching the Avengers fight crime in New York, then in Sokovia. Now several years later they've got someone that looks like Joaquin helping out the common man. Sure it was a huge difference but you couldn't deny how terrified you were every time you got an update from him saying he was on a new mission with Captain America.

"It wouldn't matter, not when I lose you in the process." You tell him honestly, seeing a tear escape the corner of his eye. "Look we're friends, I- I care about you."

"I care about you too." Joaquin replies, almost a little too quickly, possibly to mask the overwhelming ache in his chest when you bring up the fact that you are just friends. "Maybe a lot. Hell you're the reason I'm here right now."

You stop to glare at him. "Okay, rude."

"Remember when I told you I only enlisted in the air force because my family couldn't afford to send me off to college?"

You nod, waiting for him to continue.

"We still didn't, but the real reason why is that I wanted to impress you." Joaquin professed, looking back at you with a half-smile, like he didn't just throw you in for a loop. "I know it's stupid-"

"It is, it really is." You interrupt him mid-speech.

"Look, all I wanted is for you to think I'm great..." Joaquin admitted loudly silencing you. Though he regrets it a second later as he wets his lips, lost in thought before speaking once more. "I thought that- that if I made something of myself then maybe you didn't look at me like I was just someone you grew up with that pissed you off all the damn time."

"Why?" You wonder, your brows still furrowed.

Joaquin opens his mouth, then closes it and lets out a huff of laughter. "I dunno, maybe cuz I sort of had a big fat crush on you in highschool."

"Oh yeah, I didn't pick up on that at all." You drawled sarcastically causing Joaquin to laugh at himself in embarrassment prompting you to chuckle at his face.

"Now this is the part where you say you liked me too."

"Is it?" You wonder, drying your eyes. "Huh... too bad."

"Now this is the feeling of getting shot a hundred times." He says with realization.

"You gotta get used to it. You're The Falcon now, you can't cry if you stubbed a toe while trying to do the Michael Jackson lean."

"Hey that toe actually broke, you know."

"You're not helping yourself in this situation." You shook your head as you find yourself laughing at him again. "We really can't have one serious conversation."

If it was possible, Joaquin's smile grows wider. "Admit it, I make you laugh and you love it."

"Never in a million years." You enunciate. "And it dosent count because you're high."

"Me??? High???" He wonders almost scandalised. "Pshhh watch this, D-E-V-A-S-T-E-D."

That gets the tiniest chuckle out of you. "Well done, does somebody want a treat?"

"Nah, I want something better." He says, almost like he was alluding to something you're clearly not aware of.

You shook your head at him as it finally dawned on you. "Hell no, Joaquin."

"Come on!" He insisted as you hide your face in your hands. "You remember that day in the Hotel right?"

"I'm not kissing you, your breath smells terrible."

"Ahhh so you haven't forgotten. I knew it." Joaquin guffawed, nodding.

"How many times do I gotta say no before you actually listen to me?" You clapped back, almost challenging him.

"D'you wanna find out? Because pucker up buttercu-"

He is swiftly silenced by the sudden collision of your lips onto his, he shuts his eyes closed as you re-angle your face, deepening the kiss. You feel his cold hands cup the side of your jaw, you flinch. He grins against your lips, he's definitely noticed. In return, you gently nibble on his lower lip making him let out a low groan that made you quiver, you lean in closer as if the pair of you weren't close enough at this point, your chest and his near centimetres apart, your heartbeats melding into one.

An intense fervor flourished to life within you as he tucks a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear, the strand of hair being draped over your face on account of having to lean closer to him. Joaquin moved his hands to grip the base of your neck just as his tongue entered your mouth, you allow him in as both of you passionately duel against eachother as if there was a battle to be won. No, Joaquin had to remind himself the fighting was in the past, all he could feel, all he could touch, all he could smell was you. All there was, was you. And that was a thousand victories on its own.

"Shit- angel... you're tryna kill me." He mumbled so quietly it made you chase at his lips, effectively shutting him up.

"That enough not to make you leave?" You answered, the kiss intensifying a hundred fold. Teeth clashing together, the sound of you and Joaquin gasping for air without having to pull away, laboured breaths in between the sound of poppysmic, and the sheets shuffling.

Suddenly the door knob turns and you and Joaquin pull away instantly, it was almost comical. It was the nurse with a concerned look on her face and a clipboard in her hands. "Is everything alright in here?"

Joaquin clears his throat, glancing back at you who was slouched in the armchair, scratching the side of your mouth. "Uhhh- y-yeah, yeah everything's uhm... fine."

"You two sure?" The nurse reiterates. "His heart rate spiked up all of a sudden, gave us all quite a scare out there."

You finally spoke up. "Sorry, no, we were just... laughing at the birds... outside."

"Uh-huh, you shoulda seen them... one of them was doing the Russian folk dance." Joaquin supplements, his statement falling apart mid-sentence. He makes a subtle face at you in confusion to which you mirror.

The nurse raises a quizzical brow at the pair of you, she takes note of the flushed cheeks and the apparent yet awkward looks you had on your faces that you two failed at hiding. She glances back at the monitor, Joaquin's heartrate wasn't as rampant as before as it began decreasing by the second.

"I'll come back in a while, keep that heart rate of yours in check pretty boy."

"Isn't that kinda your job?"

"Excuse me? "

"That was outta line... that's my bad." Joaquin replies quickly, offering an apologetically cheeky smile as the nurse shuts the door behind her, muttering to herself.

You and Joaquin then look at eachother.

"You know... that's three now." He suddenly says.

"Oh, so we're keeping count? " You bounce back, sitting up.

"Yeah, so we can keep breaking that record..." Joaquin paused. "If you're interested." He suggested coyly causing you to roll your eyes at him again, trying your best not to let him see the red tint blossoming from your cheeks.

You hummed out a laugh. "Try and get outta that hospital bed first, let's see what happens."

[wosospacegirl]

should’ve called me

Summary: Y/n's on her period and having a hard time during training and Millie drives her home

Warnings: millie is the sweetest girlfriend ever

Word count: 2.3k

Masterlist

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Y/n shifted restlessly in bed, rolling over the tangled mess of pillows and blankets. Her stomach throbbed, the dull ache twisting deep in her lower abdomen, making sleep impossible.

It was 4:30 a.m., and she still had time before she needed to get up for training. Just a little more sleep–that’s all she wanted. Enough to avoid dragging a headache around all day.

But her body had other plans. It was the second day of her period…the worst day! Cramps, back pain, mood swings, and of course, blood.

She hated training during her period. The ache in her stomach made everything uncomfortable; her back always felt stiff, and even the simplest drills felt ten times harder.

People always talked about "empowering your body" during your cycle, but Y/n couldn’t bring herself to care about all that when she was the one bleeding out.

If someone asked her in an interview about playing football during her period, she'd say all the right things: "It's normal, it’s natural, we push through". But actually being the one running around the pitch while her uterus staged a full-on rebellion? No thanks.

Y/n turned onto her right side, clutching her stomach tightly. The pain dulled a little, but her back started to ache. She sighed and flopped to her left instead, tucking a pillow between her legs and closing her eyes. It didn’t fix everything, but it was better, warm and comforting, almost like when Millie hugged her.

She missed that. It had been a while since she and Millie spent proper time together. Chelsea’s schedule had been relentless lately–training, physio, media duties–and now, with the season winding down, no one had time to even breathe.

Y/n and Millie had been dating for a few months now. When Y/n first joined Chelsea, Millie had been the one to show her around.

She made sure Y/n was comfortable, helped her settle in, and made things easier. Somewhere along the way, their friendship blurred into something more–coffee orders memorized, late-night phone calls, kisses stolen in quiet corners of the training ground.

But right now, they weren’t speaking.

They’d had a fight–a stupid one–on Friday night, and Y/n had spent the whole weekend avoiding Millie. Well... Millie had tried to talk. Y/n was the one being stubborn. 

Looking back now, the whole thing felt ridiculous. Y/n had snapped when she saw Millie hugging one of the girls from the team, they’d looked too close, too comfortable. Jealousy had flared, and with her emotions already heightened, she lashed out.

Millie had just been comforting a teammate who’d had a rough training session. Y/n knew that now, but at the time... well, blaming it on PMS sounded a lot better than admitting she'd been unreasonable.

Maybe it was time to apologize. But she wasn’t going to text, she would wait until training.

..

The locker room was empty when Y/n walked in. She changed quietly, tugging on her training kit and pulling her hair into a ponytail. The sharp tug on her scalp made her wince, pain shooting down her temples.

She was pressing her hand to her stomach when the door creaked open. Erin walked in, her training jersey already damp with sweat and grass.

"Hey, Y/n!" Erin grinned. "How’s it going? How was your weekend?"

"Horrible," Y/n mumbled, sitting down to pull on her boots. "I was... kind of a bitch to Millie, and then we had a fight. And now I’ve got cramps, so... yeah."

"Oh," Erin nodded knowingly. "That’s why Millie’s been walking around like a lost puppy."

Y/n’s stomach twisted with guilt.

"Lucy asked me what happened, but I didn’t know," Erin added. "But don’t worry, baby–talk to her. I’m sure it'll be fine." She patted Y/n's back.

"Yeah," Y/n sighed. "I will."

Erin started toward the door but paused. "You coming?"

Y/n pressed her palm firmly to her stomach. "Cramps... just waiting for the medicine to kick in."

"Oh, I’m sorry," Erin said, her smile softening. "Maybe you could hit the gym instead of training today?"

"No, I need to be on the pitch," Y/n muttered. "Don’t you remember the last game? That shot I took? It went flying over the goal... It was embarrassing."

Erin grinned. "Happens to the best of us."

"Yeah," Y/n snorted, "but you’re annoyingly good at everything."

"That’s because I am the best."

Erin ducked out the door just before Y/n’s shin guard came flying her way.

Unfortunately, the smile didn’t last long. Another wave of pain knotted her stomach sharply. She glanced at her watch–30 minutes late already. Erin had probably told Sonia she was in the changing room, but Y/n knew she couldn’t put it off any longer.

She sucked it up and headed to the pitch.

Her teammates were already running drills; Y/n eyes quickly found Millie running, but she wasn’t in her natural spot upfront, instead she was behind the other girls. Her eyes were focused on the floor as she ran, clear sadness on her face.

Yep, Y/n needed to apologize. Fast.

But not right now, Y/n had responsibilities to fulfil first, and that meant talking to the manager.

She saw Sonia standing in the middle of the pitch, scribbling notes on her clipboard alongside her assistant coaches. Y/n considered slipping straight into training, but she knew she owed an explanation to Sonia first of why she was late.

"Hey, Y/n!" Sonia was greeted warmly when she approached. "Everything okay? Erin said you weren’t feeling well."

Y/n shifted on her feet. "Yeah... cramps."

Sonia’s expression softened. "I’m sorry–feel free to sit this one out if you need. I know how tough it gets for you."

The good thing about being in a club that cares about your health? The best doctors, physios, and support staff were always available. The downside? Everyone knew way too much about your body.

Even the manager.

“No, it’s alright– I’m sure I’ll feel better soon,” Y/n said, even though she wasn’t actually sure about it. She just didn’t want to feel like the odd one out. 

What was the point of coming to training if she wasn't going to train?

“Just want to give you a heads up that my performance will be poor though,” Y/n said with an awkward laugh, while fidgeting with the hem of her jersey.

“Don’t worry about it, do your best.” Sonia gave her an empathetic smile. “And take some water breaks, alright? Don’t overwork yourself.”

As Y/n jogged beside Millie, she kept sneaking glances at her. Y/n’s chest tightened. What if Millie wasn’t so quick to forgive her this time? What if she was tired of Y/n’s moods?

“Hey,” Y/n said softly, voice tight with nerves.

Millie turned her head, and to Y/n’s surprise, she smiled– small, but genuine. “Hey,” Millie said back.

Y/n exhaled, guilty in her voice. “I-I’m sorry for ignoring you the whole weekend and…well, for being kind of a bitch really.”

“What got you so angry, huh?” Millie’s teasing smile softened. “Spent the whole weekend thinking, what have I done to get on your nerves?”

Y/n felt even more guilty, even though Millie seemed to have forgiven her already. She always did. Millie was patient and understanding; two things Y/n was still learning.

“I got my period so…hormones,” Y/n said. “I’m sorry about that, I know it’s not an excuse.”

“Oh, are you feeling okay?” Millie asked while cleaning sweat off her forehead. “How are your cramps this time?”

“Bad, very bad,” Y/n said. “I was waiting to see if the pain would alleviate a bit with the medicine, but it didn’t work.”

The assistant coach blew the whistle twice, which meant everybody had to start running faster, so Millie and Y/n did so. Although Y/n’s cramps were getting worse and worse.

“You should’ve called me,” Millie said. “I would’ve come to your house, we would cuddle– you know medicine doesn't always work for you.”

Millie was right. Y/n had such bad cramps that not even the strongest medicine could get rid of them, but she still tried to take them and hoped for the best every time. 

“I know, I just didn’t want to make a big deal out of it,” Y/n mumbled, slightly out of breath.

“It’s a big deal if you’re in pain,” Millie said gently.

Y/n smiled sweetly at Millie as they ran laps quietly, the drill becoming too intense for them to have a conversation.

As the team ran, Millie’s eyes kept flicking toward Y/n. Every time Y/n pressed a hand to her stomach or slowed down for just a second, Millie noticed.

She shifted closer, gradually shortening the gap between them until her elbow brushed Y/n’s arm.

“You sure you’re okay?” Millie asked quietly, like she didn’t want the other to overhear, since Y/n didn't like when others knew she was in any type of pain, even her teammates.

“I’m fine,” Y/n muttered, trying to pick up her pace– but Millie stayed beside her, watching the girl carefully.

As if it were the bells of the angels themselves, the assistant coach blew the whistle, indicating the running drill was over, after an hour and a half of running, in between breaks, obviously, the girls were free to carry on with their day.

Now each player had their own schedule– the goalkeepers had their own training session, some girls had physiotherapy, others pilates, while Millie and Y/n, alongside some other players, had a gym session.

Y/n trudged in the direction of the gym, her head pounding and stomach still aching. She was halfway through peeling off her boot to change it into her sneaker when Millie pulled her shirt, catching Y/n’s attention. 

“I’m driving you home,” Millie announced, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“I’m fine,” Y/n protested.

Millie scoffed. “Yeah, sure,” Millie snorted. “Because you’re totally the type to clutch your stomach like that for fun.” 

“I’ve got gym,” Y/n mumbled.

“Not anymore.” Millie grabbed Y/n’s bag, slinging it over her shoulder like it weighed nothing. 

“C’mon,” Millie added, her voice softer now. “I’ve already talked to Sonia– we’ve got the rest of the day off.”

“I can–”

“You can barely stand up straight,” Millie interrupted, her hand finding Y/n’s elbows gently. “I saw you dragging your feet out there. And don’t even think about arguing. You’re pale and sweaty. You look like you haven’t slept well in days.

“I always look sweaty after training,” Y/n tried.

Millie arched an eyebrow. “Not like this.” Her grip on Y/n’s arm tightened slightly, trying to get the girl to stand up from the bench. “I’m serious, babe. Just let me take you home.”

Y/n wanted to argue, but honestly, she didn’t have the energy. Her stomach twisted again, and she grimaced, a frown on her face.

“See?” Millie’s face softened immediately. “I knew it– you’re miserable! With all the respect.” 

She shifted Y/n’s bag higher on her shoulder. “You’re getting on my sofa with a blanket, a hot water bottle, and we can watch whatever movie you want. Non-negotiable.”

Y/n groaned at Millie but followed her until they were in the parking lot. Millie opened the door for her, and Y/n got in as Millie began driving.

Y/n was feeling more and more pain. The sharp tugged in her lower back was getting stronger, too. They didn’t talk on their way to Millie’s house. Instead, they were in a comfortable silence.

Millie gently placed her hand on Y/n’s thigh as the girl lay her head against the windows, closing her eyes.

..

By the time they reached Millie’s house, Y/n was practically dragging herself out of the car, but Millie was at her side in an instant, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Alright, no arguments,” Millie muttered, her voice softer now. “You’re going straight to the sofa.”

“I can walk,” Y/n grumbled, even as she leaned heavily against Millie.

“Yeah, yeah,” Millie said teasingly. “You’re walking, I’m just steering.”

Once inside, Millie guided Y/n to the sofa and immediately began fussing–like Millie usually did–tossing blankets over Y/n and adjusting pillows and practically tucking her in like a kid.

“You comfy?” Millie asked, getting down on her knees in front of Y/n.

“Uhm,” Y/n mumbled, eyes half-closed.

“You’re a bad liar, baby,” Millie muttered, kissing her forehead before disappearing into the kitchen.

Y/n let her eyes fall shut, barely registering the sounds of cupboards opening and closing. Soon enough, Millie was back, pressing a heating pad to Y/n’s stomach and placing a glass of water on the table.

“Here,” Millie murmured, coaxing Y/n into sitting up just enough to hand her some more painkillers. “Take these.”

Y/n swallowed them obediently, letting her head fall back against the pillows with a groan.

“You want tea?” Millie asked. “Or soup? I can make soup–or maybe you want something sweet? Huh?”

“Millie–” Y/n’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I just wanna sleep.”

Millie chuckled softly. “Alright, alright.” She tucked the blanket higher over Y/n’s shoulders, then grabbed the remote. “But when you wake up, I’m making you eat something.”

Y/n hummed in agreement, her breathing already slowing as the heating pad eased her pain away. Millie’s presence was also comforting, making her relax.

Millie stayed close, sitting on the floor with her back against the couch. Every few minutes, she’d reach up and gently squeeze Y/n’s calf–just enough to remind her she was there.

“You’re such a good girlfriend,” Y/n mumbled sleepily.

“Yeah?” Millie grinned, giving her leg one more squeeze. “Good. Now go to sleep, grumpy.”

..

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[dresshistorynerd]

I don't know what motivated you to write out that super detailed response to the Choctaw kindness to the Irish, but I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your dedication to sharing humanitarian acts of kindness. I'm a trans guy in the US american south and I feel so alone and despised, but things like that story give me hope that someone, somewhere, will understand and give compassion. Thank you for sharing humanity.

Thank you very much for this lovely message. I'm really sorry things are looking so bleak for you. I'm not USAmerican, but I've been watching the the situation there spiral into fascism with horror. Things are not looking so good here in Europe either, in general, it's quite a dark moment in history.

I write about history because it gives perspective for times like these. Every time I read about a horrific moment in history, the horrors are not what stay with me but the endless human resilience that lead humans to endure and build something beautiful from the ashes. Human kindness, bravery and resilience - humanity - shines brightest in inhuman times. We have survived so many terrible times and we will survive this as well. One of my best friends is a trans masc German, a proof that even genocide can't erase trans people, so neither will this US administration. Knowing we are not the first people to face such times, nor to survive such times, makes me feel less alone. So maybe I can tell you some stories of trans and queer history in the US, and perhaps that'll make you feel tiny bit less alone.

The period of New World chattel slavery is one of the darkest periods in history, but Black people were able to survive even that and create vibrant cultural expressions from the ashes. People always resisted slavery. There was not a moment, when everyone gave up. In Caribbean, slaves escaped all the time and became Maroons, who found home in the insular communities of the surviving indigenous Taino people of the genocides against them. They formed mixed settlement of indigenous people and escaped slaves, where their languages and traditions were mixed together to create a new culture, that preserved two traditions under threat of annihilation. They resisted constantly the tyrannical colonial powers, waged guerilla warfare against them and assisted in slave rebellions even when the punishments for them were extreme and severe. There were maroons in US as well. They didn't have dense jungle islands where they could hide their settlements in the US South, but they had swamps they used in a similar way. In the swamp settlements the maroons also were joined by indigenous people escaping the genocidal onslaught as well as other outcasts of the colonial society. Together they survived and resisted. In US too the slaves didn't just escape to freedom, they orchestrated numerous slave rebellions from the very beginning to the bitter end.

There were also some white abolitionists too, who did the right thing. John Brown was of course one of them. He believed it was his secret duty as a Christian to wage war against US until slavery was abolished and he gladly died for it. But I want to shout out a trans masc abolitionist, Public Universal Friend. Public Universal Friend has possibly the most wild and interesting story ever. The Friend was a Quaker. Quakers have always been abolitionists, even in England before slavery was banned there. The Friend lived from 1752 to 1819 in New England, dressed mostly masculine, rejected gendered pronouns and used instead The Friend and PUF as pronouns (though some of the Friend's followers referred to the Friend with he/him), became a Quaker cult leader, made the Friend's cult followers to free their slaves and preached about gender equality, universal salvation and abolition of slavery. Basically the Friend was a cult leader for good. Truly chaotic good alignment. I write about the Friend more in my post about some cool historical queer figures.

Another story starts with a pioneering American trans man, Alan L. Hart. He was born in 1890 and presented as a boy from a very young age. His parents and grandparents accepted him as a boy. In school he was forced to present as a girl, but in college he fully presented as a man. He became the first recorded trans man to surgically transition in US in 1917-1918. He was not only pioneering as a trans man, but as a doctor as well. He was instrumental in developing x-ray screening for tuberculosis, which at the time was one of the leading causes of death. His contribution has saved thousands of lives.

He was undoubtedly a trans man (he expressed it to his doctors to gain access to medical transition and in an interview after he was outed once and in all the possible ways he could really), but still couple of decades after his death in 1980s and 90s, trans-exclusionary lesbians "reclaimed" him as a historical lesbian figure. This caused a battle in the Portland queer community. Trans people, who had of course been part of the community forever, did not take such blatant erasure lying down and protested the organizations, who insisted on misgendering Hart and touting him as a "lesbian hero". They were not alone though. After being presented with the historical facts, the Lesbian Avengers joined their trans siblings in the fight. Eventually the organizations, which had kept misgendering him relented, but some trans-exclusionary lesbians still kept bringing doubt to his very clearly expressed gender identity even afterwards.

Lesbian Avengers, a direct action group, has many amazing stories in their history. One of those is told in Weird Little Guy's podcast episode Fire Will Not Consume Us. The podcast is about fascists, and this particular episode tells the story of how KKK waged a war against a rural gay bar kept by a local elderly straight couple, who had lost a child to AIDS. Their gay patrons called the lady their mom. The Lesbian Avengers showed up to stand with their gay brothers against the KKK. They chanted "Fire will not burns us. We'll take it and make it our own." to burning crosses and a KKK preacher telling them they would burn in hell. They had an fire-eating act, during which they chanted that chant, they had started after Hattie Mae Cohens and Brian Mock, a lesbian and a gay man, had been murdered with a Molotov cocktail thrown into their apartment. I really recommend that episode, it's a beautiful story of solidarity and resistance.

The lesson I take from these stories, and history in general, is that survival is resistance and we survive with solidarity. Alone we are outcasts, but together we are strong. I can only imagine how lonely it must be for you right now, but you are not alone. You have never been. Behind you is a long line of trans and queer ancestors, who stood in the same ground before you. Around you are so many facing the same enemy.

[starsjulia]

not built for this // part two

a/n : thank you for all the love on the last one, you can read part one here, enjoy my lovelies! i’m also thinking about making a final and third part so if that’s something you’d like to see please do let me know, my inbox is always open!!

warnings : bullying, cyber bullying.

“Bet she only got that score ‘cause she’s autistic.”

“Yeah, isn’t she meant to be, like, thick?”

“Nah, she’s prolly just revises cus she can’t do nothing else”

Your stomach twists. You stare down at your English test, the red-inked “9” in the corner blurring in your vision. You should be happy. You were happy. Or at least you had been for the five minutes before the results were handed out to the rest of the class.

Someone snickers. “Neek.”

Your grip on your pen tightens.

“She probably sits there memorizing dictionaries or some shit—”

”—Or maybe her mum paid for her grade.”

A crumpled piece of paper hits the back of your head. You exhale sharply through your nose, forcing yourself to stay still. If you turn around, if you look at them, you know you’ll either scream or burst into tears.

You’re not going to cry in front of them.

Not again.

⸻

At break, you don’t even bother trying to sit with anyone. You go straight to the toilets, locking yourself in a cubicle, sliding down until you’re sitting on the floor.

Your phone buzzes.

Mum.

You exhale shakily before pressing call.

“Hey, love. Everything okay?”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out at first. The walls feel like they’re closing in.

“Can you pick me up?” Your voice cracks.

Leah sighs on the other end. “What happened now?”

“Mum, please.” You clench your jaw, willing yourself not to cry.

Leah hesitates. “My love i’m at training, what do you want me to do?”

Silence.

A sharp knock on the cubicle door makes you jump.

“Oi, you in there?” A voice outside sneers. “Hiding again, are we?”

Your throat tightens.

“I have to go.” You end the call before Leah can respond.

⸻

Third period is even worse.

You try your hardest to focus, really, you do. You keep your head down, do the work, but it doesn’t matter.

Halfway through the lesson, you use your timeout card to leave. You just need a second to breathe. But when you come back, something feels off.

Your bag.

You reach inside and…

Your pencil case is gone. So is a revision guide.

Instead, there’s an empty crisp packet and some scrunched-up tissue.

Your hands tremble.

“Everything okay?” the teacher asks.

No.

No, everything is not okay.

But you don’t say anything. You just clench your fists, sit down, and stare blankly at the board.

The girls behind you giggle.

⸻

By the time you get home, you feel like you’re going to burst.

You throw your bag down, heading straight for the kitchen where Leah is sorting Jamie’s school things.

“Mum, I got a nine on my English test.”

Leah turns, her expression softening. “Did you?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Leah’s smile is genuine. “That’s amazing, hun. I knew you could do it.” She pulls you into a hug. You hold on tightly.

For a moment, everything feels okay.

Then your phone buzzes. Again.

Leah frowns. “That thing’s been going off all day.”

“It’s nothing.” You shove it in your pocket.

Jamie, sitting at the kitchen table, raises a brow. “Who even texts you that much?”

“Shut up, Jamie.”

Leah folds her arms. “It’s not like—” She hesitates. “I just mean, that’s a lot of notifications.”

“It’s fine.”

Leah studies you for a second but doesn’t push.

Later, when you’re in the shower, she walks past the kitchen counter where your phone sits, screen lighting up over and over again. Her stomach tightens.

She glances up the stairs, making sure you’re still in the bathroom.

Then she picks it up.

And unlocks it.

The first thing she sees is a group chat.

She clicks on it.

Her stomach drops.

⸻

Screenshots. Photos. Messages.

Leah scrolls, her hands shaking.

“How is ur mum so hot but ur so ugly??”

“bet u can’t even make eye contact reading this lmao”

“Why doesn’t ur mum just send u to a sped school?? No one wants u here”

“Nice lanyard you weirdo”

Her breath catches in her throat.

She keeps scrolling.

Texts from unknown numbers.

More abuse. More hate.

Her pulse pounds in her ears.

She doesn’t even realize she’s crying until a tear drips onto the screen.

Then the bathroom door opens.

You walk out, hair damp, and freeze when you see her standing there, phone clutched in her hand, face pale with fury.

“(Y/N)…what the fuck is this?”

Your blood runs cold. “Mum—”

“How long has this been going on?”

Silence.

“how long?”

You swallow hard. “A while.”

“And you didn’t TELL me?”

“It doesn’t matter—”

“It really does matter!”

You look away. “I didn’t want you to worry.”

Leah stares at you, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’m calling the school.”

⸻

The meeting is tense.

Leah sits across from the headteacher and your head of year, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles turn white.

She slams the phone onto the table. “Explain this.”

The headteacher shifts uncomfortably. “Miss Williamson—”

“She told you she was being bullied. I told you. you know dam well that my daughter comes into this office almost everyday because your classrooms are unbearable for her. And you did NOTHING.”

“We were handling—”

“Handling it?!” Leah’s voice cracks. “Are you fucking joking?”

You shrink in your seat, your face burning.

The headteacher clears his throat. “Miss Williamson, we understand you’re upset, but—”

“You don’t understand SHIT.” Leah’s hands tremble. “She’s not coming back here. Ever.”

Your breath hitches. “Mum….”

“No.” Leah turns to you, eyes softening. “I should’ve done this a long time ago, love.”

You look down, blinking rapidly. “I can handle it.”

Leah exhales sharply. “You shouldn’t have to handle it.”

You bite your lip. “I know I’m not easy….”

“Don’t you ever say that.” Leah’s voice breaks. “I love you more than anything. Do you hear me?”

You sniffle. “Yeah.”

Leah pulls you into a hug.

“You’re coming home. And we’re going to figure this out, alright?”

⸻

Later that night, Beth comes over.

She doesn’t say anything at first, just pulls you into the warmest hug you’ve ever felt.

“You know you’re perfect, right?” she murmurs.

You let out a weak laugh. “Doubt it.”

Beth nudges you. “They’re just jealous.”

You roll your eyes. “Doubt that too.”

Beth squeezes your hand. “Well, I don’t.”

For the first time in forever, you believe her.

And for the first time in forever—

You feel safe.

⸻

[thejolteonmastertj]

I really need ppl to understand 99% of the reason why Rulie's portrayed the way he is in fanfics is a combination of two factors:

1.) Jojo actively encouraged the fandom to write fanfic long before she even decided to make an actual long-form comic of her own.

2.) During this time period, & for quite a while after that, the majority of what the fandom had to work off of for Rulie's personality is from this doodle page, & this description for his personality literally straight frm Jojo herself.

... 2.5.) It should also be noted Jojo hadn't played Adventure Of Link until about halfway through the Sunset arc, as evidenced by this post (we know this is Jojo's sister b/c the official LU tumblr credited her for one of the goofy Sky panels).

Now, since then the way Jojo portrays Rulie didn't change drastically overnight, the Magic Sword comic did happen beforehand for instance... but I do think the level to which Jojo plans to focus on particular traits from Rulie's original design has evolved over the course of development for the comic.

More recent (and, uh, mostly discord-exclusive, so I can't give too many details here) commentary from Jojo indeed emphasizes plans to highlight Rulie's determination above all else, quite contrary to how she used to describe his character (it hasn't changed, probably, it's just a matter of plot-driven emphasis).

Fanfic writers aren't stupid, we're literally just working with what we have-AND, Rulie himself, as a very nuanced & layered character, is going to be portrayed in wildly different manners depending on context & genre.

If you want to see more of Rulie's sassy side,

1.) Read more recent fics (Alas you will likely have to search by recently updated, as the first wave of popular fanfic tends to get enshrined forever at the top of the list when searching by kudos & comments.)

2.) Don't read angst (Sorry not sorry but angst & vent fics are going to make up the majority of works in any fandom, & in these fics a character's vulnerable side tends to get spotlighted. Don’t like don’t read.)

3.) Respectfully Ask for recs instead of barging in & just straight up telling fanfic authors what to do. That's rude.

[cheol-e-kat]

𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘆𝘂𝗔𝗜 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗿 #𝟮

*mingyuAI ad circa 1998, bot iteration 7th gen, known problems: highly possessive of primary users, large scale re-configuration required, two (2) known fatalities

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫: 0.7k

pairing: k.mg x f!reader

summary: in an alternate universe where ai bots exist, y/n's friends surprise her with an ai assistant, and she has no clue what to do with this happy, perky, chatty invader who looks and seems like the most understanding person to exist...except he isn't human

teaser summary: from owner's guide, part 38: setup "when first meeting your new mingyuAI, there will be an initial setup phase that we refer to as 'waking' - this sequence involves many parts, but think of it as a way for your new android to calibrate themselves to you and your needs. remember, you come first with mingyuAI!"

genre: sci-fi au, ai!mingyu, android!mingyu, human!reader, possessive mingyu

y/n looked at him quietly, “Can I say that I don’t want to know about other users’ preferences?” 

She really didn’t give a fuck what others thought about the process. To y/n, Mingyu had just presented himself like a product review page - she didn’t like that. She didn’t want that to be part of whatever their relationship was. 

Mingyu nodded, “I’m prompted to tell you that other users’ reviews are generally considered to be useful barometers for new users.” 

y/n was already shaking her head, “I don’t care - it sounds weird - we’re meant to be having a conversation, so we should just have that without these interjections, right?” She asked, nervously twisting the belt of her dressing gown. 

She noticed Mingyu’s small nod of agreement, “Yes, it’s always meant to be conversational, but there are certain interactions that are heavily scripted based on my coding,” again he was quiet.

And again, y/n furrowed her brow, “Can I deactivate the prompting thing?” She asked, sounding skeptical. 

Mingyu inclined his head slightly, “You can, but there are certain overrides that I can’t make on my own - the prompts are ones that I can deactivate, but I’m guessing that you’re going to continue to bristle at my factory settings, so when I show you where to download and set up the MingyuAi app, you can turn off that function under settings,” Mingyu’s countenance didn’t change - his gaze was placid and gentle.

y/n bit her lip, “It feels weird that you have factory settings when you look”— she couldn’t meet Mingyu’s gaze, “when you look perfectly human - it makes me uncomfortable to think about,” she stared and the pattern of her dressing gown, tracing a finger along the piping.

Mingyu watched her though, watched her movements and the flush that colored her cheeks, “Do I make you uncomfortable?” His voice was even. An even tone was a factory setting. Although from the brief time Mingyu had been awake, his inclination was to touch his user, especially since she was clearly exhibiting high levels of distress. 

y/n shook her head, “No, I don’t think so, at least not the way I imagined,” her voice trailed off, but she suddenly looked at Mingyu, “I don’t mean that - you don’t - there are just things that,” she halted and turned to look out the window, “there are just things that feel unfair to me and that’s what makes me uncomfortable,” y/n didn’t look back to Mingyu. 

She didn’t see Mingyu’s nod, “I think I understand, but what matters right now is whether I’m causing you any anxiety or discomfort,” he waited for any indication. 

y/n just shook her head, “Can you ask me things and if I get tired you can just ask the rest during the observational period?” 

“Yes, I can - it does prolong my current state,” he offered, hoping that y/n would ask a question that would allow him to explain. 

She glanced back, “What does that mean? Your ‘current state,’” she clarified.

Mingyu couldn’t smile, he couldn’t show happiness that y/n seemed to question everything, “It means without all the input data from you, I can’t fully react to you,” he paused, once again, bound by his scripting. 

y/n looked at him questioningly, “React how?”

Mingyu nodded again, it was annoying to only be able to nod, “It means my interactions are limited - I can’t smile or frown or change the intonation of my voice - my physical interactions are limited as well, like how you had to pointedly ask me to follow you, once I know what areas of your home are available to me, then I can follow you more naturally,” he hoped that it was enough for y/n to understand that she was getting the most stilted version of Mingyu at the moment. 

y/n sighed, “You’re welcome in the whole house, and outside too,” she shrugged. 

Mingyu nodded, “You don’t have to give me that level of access to your space like your bedroom, bathroom, and any other spaces can be excluded,” he watched as y/n flopped back onto the bean bag.

“What’s the point - I’m sure I’ll just be annoyed with you hovering outside certain rooms,” she glanced at Mingyu, her gaze had softened considerably. 

a/n: oh y/n...should she be listening to other users' preferences?? who knows...(me - i know)

♡ kat

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[hyuniemyunie]

Instincts

experiencing..instincts! group edition!

sfw

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(ФωФ): gn!reader, all romantic, except tails.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･

Behaviors: Silver fidgets a lot—his fingers twitch, his ears flick, and he sniffs things out of curiosity. He also has a tendency to hoard small objects he finds interesting, like a hedgehog stashing food.

Sounds: Soft little snuffling noises when he’s investigating something. When distressed, he makes a low, almost whining hum.

Mating Instincts: Silver is a nest-builder when in love. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it at first—he just starts organizing things in a way that makes a shared space feel comfortable and safe. He’s also extremely loyal—once he bonds with someone, it’s for life.

Silver hadn’t realized what he was doing until you pointed it out.

"Silver," you started, holding up a pile of blankets, pillows, and even some of your hoodies, "are you... nesting?"

He blinked, looking at the small fort he had unknowingly created in your living room. The blankets were carefully arranged, your clothes mixed in, and—oh, Chaos, he had done it again.

His ears flattened, and he let out a nervous little chitter. "Uh… maybe?"

You laughed, plopping into the pile. It was ridiculously comfortable. "This is adorable."

Silver hesitated, then sat beside you, fidgeting. "I—I guess I just feel better when things are… ours, y’know?"

Your heart melted. You leaned into him, and he made a soft little happy chuff.

"Then I guess we better make it extra cozy," you teased, pulling another blanket over the two of you. Silver practically purred.

Behaviors: Shadow is extremely quiet when he moves, almost like a predator stalking prey. He has a habit of going still and staring intently at things before acting, like a hunter calculating a strike. He also hates being touched unexpectedly—he'll jolt like a startled animal.

Sounds: When agitated, he makes low, almost growling sounds in his throat. It’s more subconscious than intentional. When comfortable, he lets out very soft clicking noises, almost like the hedgehog equivalent of a cat’s purring.

Mating Instincts: Hedgehogs court aggressively in the wild, with males chasing females for extended periods. Shadow isn’t that direct, but when interested in someone, he becomes relentless in keeping them near, challenging them (in battles, in conversation, in little ways). He’s not overly affectionate, but he guards fiercely, sticking close even in silence.

Shadow wasn’t good at expressing things.

But his instincts? They spoke for him.

You noticed it one night when you were walking together. He was silent as always, but his ears twitched constantly, flicking toward any sound that seemed off.

A car door slammed in the distance. He tensed, stepping slightly in front of you.

A group of people laughed loudly nearby. His hand brushed yours, as if making sure you were still close.

And then, when you stopped to sit on a ledge, he did something unexpected. He clicked.

It was a low, rhythmic sound—a subconscious noise, almost like a cat’s purr, but hedgehog-like.

"You’re comfortable," you realized aloud.

Shadow blinked, looking mildly offended at being called out. "…Hmph."

But when you rested against his shoulder, he let out another quiet click-click, leaning into you just enough to let you know—

You were safe.

Behaviors: Knuckles is deeply territorial. He doesn’t like people touching his things, and when stressed, he digs—whether it’s actual burrowing or just his fingers scratching at surfaces. He also huffs up when he feels threatened, standing taller and puffing out his chest.

Sounds: Low grumbles and deep, clicking sounds in his throat. If he’s truly angry, he makes a sharp, guttural bark, a warning.

Mating Instincts: Echidnas have strong nesting instincts, and Knuckles is no different. If he’s in love, he starts building something—making a safe place for his mate, reinforcing things, claiming space for them. He gets very protective, always staying close and glaring at anyone who gets too near.

Knuckles didn’t always realize when he was being territorial.

It wasn’t just about Angel Island. It was about you.

The first time you noticed was when someone got a little too close. Knuckles didn’t growl, didn’t shove them away—he simply stood taller, his chest puffing up slightly, eyes narrowed.

The second time, it was when you went off alone. You came back to find Knuckles pacing, his fingers scratching lightly at his palms—a telltale sign of stress.

"Where’d you go?" His voice was casual, but his ears were tilted forward, tense.

"Just a walk," you assured him. "I’m fine."

He exhaled hard. Then, without warning, he reached out—gripping your wrist, then your hand, then your forearm. Almost like he was making sure you were real.

Echidnas were territorial creatures. And right now?

Knuckles’ territory wasn’t just Angel Island.

It was you.

Behaviors: Bats use echolocation, and Rouge clicks her tongue when navigating dark areas or when she’s deep in thought. She also has a habit of hanging upside down when she’s truly relaxed, even sleeping that way.

Sounds: A mix of trills and soft chirps when amused or flirty. When she’s pissed, her voice gets lower, almost like a growl, but with a sharp edge—like a bat making a warning sound.

Mating Instincts: Bats are playful courters, and Rouge is no exception. She teases, flirts, and makes direct moves to gauge reactions. However, once she chooses someone, she sticks close—very close. Bats are social, and she thrives on being around her mate, touching them frequently (sometimes just to fluster them).

Rouge was relaxed in a way most people never saw. She hung upside down from a low-hanging beam, arms crossed, watching you with a lazy smirk.

"You’re staring," she teased.

You laughed. "You’re literally hanging upside down, Rouge."

She clicked her tongue—a playful, echolocating sound—before stretching her wings and flipping down gracefully, landing right in front of you. "And?"

"And it’s adorable," you admitted.

Rouge’s eyes gleamed. "Oh, honey, you’re so lucky I like you."

Then she leaned in, nuzzling your cheek in a way that was more animalistic than flirtatious. A bat’s way of scent-marking.

Your face burned. "Did you just—"

She grinned. "Maybe."

Rouge was always a flirt, but this? This felt different.

Like she wasn’t just playing around.

Like she had claimed you.

Behaviors: Sonic is incredibly twitchy and alert, like a real hedgehog. His ears flick toward sounds before his brain even registers them. He also has an odd habit of curling up when sleeping, tucking into himself almost like he's in a protective ball.

Sounds: He makes a lot of subtle chitters and snorts when comfortable. When annoyed or startled, he lets out sharp little huffs, like an irritated hedgehog.

Mating Instincts: Hedgehogs are solitary and very picky about mates, and Sonic is the same. He’s not one for settling down easily, and he needs someone who can keep up with his need for freedom. But once he chooses someone, he gets possessive in quiet ways—running his fingers along their arm, brushing against them frequently, staying very close even if he pretends it’s casual.

Sonic didn't like staying in one place for long.

But tonight—tonight was different.

You had fallen asleep outside, resting against a tree, and instead of speeding off, Sonic had stuck around. Guarding you.

Every little sound made his ears flick—crickets, rustling leaves, the distant hum of the city. He was still, unnaturally still for someone who was always in motion.

Then, you shifted in your sleep, unconsciously curling closer to him. His breath hitched. Instinct kicked in. He curled around you, arms resting lightly over your form, shielding you from the wind.

Hedgehogs were solitary by nature, but right now? Being curled up with you felt… right.

And so, for the first time in forever, Sonic stayed put.

Behaviors: Foxes are incredibly curious, and Tails is the same. He has a habit of tilting his head when thinking, just like a fox analyzing something. He also curls his tails around himself when he sleeps, using them for warmth.

Sounds: Yips, chatters, and soft whines. When truly excited, he makes little churring noises.

Instincts: Foxes are social and stick close to their chosen people. Tails is the same—if he considers you family, he follows you everywhere. He also has burrowing instincts, meaning he builds cozy, enclosed spaces where he feels safest.

Tails had a habit—one he didn’t even realize until you pointed it out. Every time you visited his workshop, he had a space just for you.

At first, it was subtle. A chair near his desk. A blanket draped over it. Then, a small storage box—filled with things you had left behind.

But today? Today you stepped inside and found an actual little corner set up, complete with a makeshift den.

A pile of cushions, a cozy blanket nest, and even a small table with snacks.

"Tails," you called, amused. "Are you… burrowing?"

He turned, ears perking. "Huh?"

You gestured at the den.

His twin tails flicked behind him. "Oh! I, uh…" He scratched his head. "Foxes burrow, y’know? I guess I just—thought you’d like it."

Your chest warmed.

You flopped into the nest, letting out a contented sigh. "You’re the best, Tails."

He beamed, his tails wagging just a little.

Maybe he was burrowing—but it wasn’t just for himself.

Behaviors: Amy’s movements are sudden and high-energy, just like a wild hedgehog startled into action. She has sharp reflexes and can go from sitting still to sprinting in a heartbeat. She also headbutts people playfully, something hedgehogs do when interacting.

Sounds: Quick little snorts when laughing, soft chittering noises when she’s really focused on something. When mad? A sharp huff.

Mating Instincts: Hedgehogs chase their mates, and Amy definitely has that energy. But once she truly falls in love, she calms down and becomes incredibly devoted. She has nesting instincts and starts making spaces feel like home when she’s serious about someone.

You had noticed something about Amy.

She wasn’t just physical with affection—she was instinctual about it.

It started small. A quick tap of her forehead against your shoulder when she was excited. A gentle nudge when she wanted attention.

Then one day, you were both sitting on the couch when, out of nowhere—

BOP.

Amy headbutted you.

Not hard—but enough to make you stare.

She pulled back, blinking. "What?"

"You just—headbutted me."

Amy grinned. "Yeah! Hedgehogs do that when they’re comfy with someone." She nudged you again—softer this time. "Means I like you."

Your heart fluttered, and you bumped your head against hers in return.

Amy beamed. "See? Now you’re learning."

And just like that, you had officially been claimed by a hedgehog.

[curtis-brothers-hug]

I don’t think Ponyboy actually qualifies as an “unreliable narrator.” An unreliable narrator is a narrator who fundamentally doesn’t perceive and therefore convey reality accurately. Classic examples include Fight Club or American Psycho. Ponyboy being an unreliable narrator would be if he spent the whole book making the reader believe that he killed Bob, and only at the end do we learn that Johnny did.

Ponyboy is able to perceive reality as well as anyone, and when he’s not, he’s honest about that being his own flawed point of view. When he talks about the period when he thinks he killed Bob instead of Johnny, the reader knows that’s not what really happened.

His observations are accurate. When he describes Darry as being harsh with him, or Soda as being his emotional support, or Steve being obnoxious to him, that really is how they behave. And when it’s not, he perceives that too, even if he doesn’t entirely notice what he’s perceiving. He mentions Darry caring for him and tickling him, he just doesn’t know how to assimilate that knowledge at the beginning.

It’s only his conclusions and his assumptions about another person’s motivations that aren’t always correct. But that doesn’t make him an unreliable narrator. It simply makes him non-omniscient. It makes him a first person narrator who is a fully fleshed out character with his own perspective, and like all of us, his perspective is limited. Like all of us, he’s not a mind reader and he doesn’t have an inside track into the minds and lives of the people he knows.

I would argue that he’s more perceptive than the average person, which is what makes him a good writer. He’s very thoughtful and introspective and in some ways exceptionally mature for his age, in no small part due to him having to grow up too fast. The fact that he was able to figure out Darry’s actual motivations and feelings by the end is something that most fourteen year olds couldn’t do at all. I think if his brothers and friends read his theme, they would be floored at how much Pony is able to perceive about them.

[mangionebabymama]

What are we thinking yall (finding out you’re pregnant again with ex bbd lu) his parents would be shook cuz aren’t you the one who wanted that break up really bad🗣🗣😭

Whew, lawd. This would be intense.

So you’d be feeling off for a few weeks—exhausted, nauseous, and way too emotional over small things. You chalk it up to stress, but when your period is late, something in your gut would tell you to check and take a test. And when those pink lines appeared, your heart would drop.

There, at that moment, you’d turn your phone over and see a text message from him. But you wouldn’t be able to face him. Instead, you’d ignore his texts, let his calls go to voicemail, make excuses when he asks to come see the baby. You would tell yourself you just need time, a few days to process this before you drop the weight of it onto him. But this wouldn’t last long, as on the second day of avoiding him, he’d come to your house, knocking on the door, asking impatiently why you’re ignoring him all this time.

You’d finally muster up the courage to open the door and face him, and that’s when he’d see you—and notice that you’ve been crying. You’d just tell him straight up. You’re pregnant, but that’s not all.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. You aren’t together, and you aren’t a family. It’s already enough responsibility with one baby, an the thought of having to raise two young babies as a single mother? It’d change everything. You’d have to tell his parents, and they’re probably going to look at you like you’re reckless, a major disappointment, a hypocrite even, especially when it wasn’t the easiest for them to take the news lightly when you found out you were pregnant the very first time. In fact, there were just a little hesitant about your relationship in the very beginning, and here, you were gonna prove them wrong right there.

But then, he’d just grab you and hold you in his arms for a few moments, letting you sob and sob into his chest until he’d bring you back to earth, telling you to remember to breathe in and breathe out. He’d put his hands on your face, his thumbs brushing your tears away, asking you to look at him, pleading, “C’mon, baby, just look at me.”

You’d force your eyes to look up at him, and he’d ask what you’d want to do in regarding your pregnancy. Truthfully, you wouldn’t know, as it’s all still brand new with wrapping your head around things. There, he’d just reassure you that everything would be okay, and that you wouldn’t be alone in this—and he’d know that because he’d make sure that you aren’t alone, because in the end, it’s you and him. And no matter what you’d decide, he’d stand by you as a forever promise.

[watermelonlicker]

ok so i have a half-assed half-high barely coherent theory formulating in my brain and i’m gonna shoot my shot and not make sense but maybe y’all can articulate what i’m saying better than i can so HERE IT IS!

i finally watched aotv in full (i couldn’t finish it after babygate started to rear its nightmarish head bcos i have so much trauma from that time period) but if louis is the observer… then the reupload of aotv is interesting bcos in the intro he says some very key things:

in the first minutes he reflects on “the memories, the relationship” and says relationship SINGULAR as if there was one relationship that defined the band (sure he could’ve meant the relationship of the band but i don’t think so bcos he didn’t show an image of all the members) in fact he showed this image 👇🏻

of him with his arm around harry and zayn standing next to them (i feel zayn is so important to the shit that’s coming somehow beyond the fact he chose to leave the band like are we getting a collab or something bcos again why tf did the observer post zouis???)

ANYWAYS, so imo he wasn’t talking about his relationship with the band and if he was talking about eleanor he would’ve showed her. he didn’t.

WE KNOW thee relationship ™ that defined him is his relationship with harry. larry is probably the biggest fandom ship of all time and is a ship that’s still being talked about today. larry is the relationship that lead to his closeting and the terrible shit they had to endure.

after that he said when zayn left the band it obviously felt like the beginning of the end but he chose to show this shot of him looking at harry when talking about it??

like zayn leaving the band was the end yes but maybe in his mind zayn leaving was the beginning of his path to freedom with harry? (we know how that turned out)

AFTER THAT he chose to show this shot of harry 👇🏻

when reflecting on how maybe this (in reference to the band) isn’t gonna last forever and he follows that reflection up with another shot of harry 👇🏻

when he asks “have we become the band we didn’t want to be?” he says with that how they were starting to feel a disconnect so like with the zouis pic from the observer, and how louis is setting up the narrative in the beginning of aotv, you can answer the question: yes. they became the band they didn’t want to be. they were heavily manufactured, heavily pr’d/closeted, and were literally being drained of their souls.

zayn leaving the band freed the boys AND it also got the fandom on board with the reality that not everything was roses and management was a problem. i remember at the time before the fandom split into larries/antis/solos, it was mainly larries (not all but mainly) who were vocal about management. after zayn it became clear not all was what it seemed and it became clear we were being lied to for 5 years.

we know after the hiatus, the syco closet followed them so if louis is the observer maybe he wants us to rewatch this doc bcos it’s a watered down version of his story and he wants us to observe it again and connect the dots when we get the real story? (idk)

he also chose these shots of him and harry 👇🏻 (so many shots of harry when he’s talking about the band and yet harry makes no actual appearance in this doc? we know why zayn didn’t they weren’t speaking but what reason did harry have not to appear? exactly. and don’t give me that shit about love on tour….)

SO louis said the hiatus hit him like a ton of bricks and how he was not prepared for the change. i feel this is a nod to how they had to process and navigate their lives, but he still wouldn’t be free for 5 more years. also note how he glossed over WHY it was such a struggle for him to release his first album. all the blacklisting, media execs literally wanting his head on a pitchfork, none of it was mentioned and if i wasn’t deep in fandom lore i would be confused as hell why it was such a journey. and like i’ve said before— so much of what we’ve seen of harry has been the guise of freedom so long as it put money in the azoffs pockets it was never true freedom.

not yet.

now if the observer is ushering in the lt3 era what if true freedom is about to happen and that’s the point of this refresher? fitf is over. louis broke his 4 year cycle + he didn’t tweet anything on the 28th. so why would he re-release something from an old era? it’s not like everyone was clamoring to watch the doc again?

i feel with liam’s death, it being 15 years since 1d formed, 10 years since they went on hiatus, so many old fans returning, so many new fans joining, something is different, almost cosmic, and something feels like it’s finally about to bring a revelation….

(side note—can i just say i think the bit where he’s talking about being promised to be on the 2nd verse of whatever song and harry was given the verse instead—i dont think that was him shading harry at all. i think that was lou painting a subtle, but clear picture of how they tried to pit him against harry and break them up. we know from the olly murs receipt that harry refused to end things with louis so the next objective would be to get louis to be the one to end it. manipulation tatic 101. do i think louis felt resentment towards harry? nope! i feel like what he was expressing were his feelings of worthlessness designed in him by syco. again it’s all between the lines, they talked about how arrogant and fun louis was in school prior to the band but when he’s in the band he feels irrelevant and doesn’t know himself? syco wanted to break him down at every turn but they couldn’t completely. louis found a way to turn the negatives they threw at him into positive. he had the least singing lines? ok well he’s gonna have the most writing credits instead. everything they threw at him they could not defeat him again queer resilience)

now, speaking on the throw away babygate portion of the doc, watching it kind of put into perspective to me what MIGHT be coming. the bits where he was crying was ironic as hell. he wasn’t crying bcos he felt like a father, he’s not. he was crying bcos of how goddamn insidious it is that he’s still putting this kid through this. if you watch that kids body language my gf literally said the kid acts like he doesn’t fucking know him? (he doesn’t. who is this man??? was all over his face.) like i will always believe louis is a good person and i believe he takes NO JOY out of babygate. it’s horrible.

but how does lou get out of babygate? well i see only one narrative: the one he presented in the doc. it was like an over arching theme that bad shit just keeps happening to louis and louis was asking when tf will he have a moment without stress? the bad shit was equated with all the loss in his life. i’m WONDERING if how babygate will finally end is it will be revealed that briana’s lied all this time (the fact she’s being papp’d for the first time in 5 years someone said?! is random like why is she fulfilling obligations after 5 years of silence?) like there has to be a reason why we’re feeling so much weird shit. people have to be reminded of her when it finally blows up and if the narrative to the public is louis finds out he was never really a father, that briana lied to him for money, louis will have another loss on his hands. it’s murky and i feel how solos will react to that could go either way but like… there is no way of babygate ending cleanly, but it’s the only way louis can get out of it and not be hated by the general public and look like the victim to the world (when that’s the irony of the truths in these lies like he was a victim in the first place) does this shit even make sense ??

idk but we’ll fucking see. i’m so seated.

[covid-safer-hotties]

Lockdowns were very difficult for a lot of people! Nobody reasonable is saying that they were universally fun or easy or chill. They were not. The issue is that disproportionate emphasis is being put on the negative lockdown experiences at the expense of very important discussion/understanding of past and current experiences of being isolated for years to avoid having covid and/or while having long covid. Lockdown was shitty for a lot of people, but that shouldn't be used against people currently isolating with very little support because they still have to. Don't speak over disabled people still isolating, because that's just a gross thing to do. Come on.

(Thanks for all the work you do Nadica, it is very helpful)

A bunch of people had a really middling experience for what is objectively in almost every case a short period of time and that's a societal trauma, but watching my society, my community, my friends, my relations, and my lover close ranks to tell me I'm a know-nothing hypochondriac while people continue to die and be disabled by preventable illness is just a personal problem, even though very similar things have happened to just about everyone else I know. It's clear some people just don't consider the covid cautious to really be a part of society sometimes. In a lot of ways, it makes me think about how anytime you want to discuss Palestine with normies or the media, they first demand that you rebuke Hamas. Anytime someone brings up lockdown suicides, they expect you to kowtow before the shrine of respectability. It should also be noted that (while there is some variability) suicide rates actually went down or remained steady in most places across the world and they didn't start coming up until "reopening" occurred for most of the west in 2021, and that was a record breaking year for the US, especially as needed stimulus stopped flowing and food prices kept trending up. Call me nasty or vindictive or inappropriate or whatever, but I think a lot of lockdown suicides fall under a genuine "with or from" scenario that won't ever be easy to make clear, and while it's a very serious topic we can't dismiss the fact that suicidal ideation in many groups went down because of rent and the cost of some other basic needs being forgotten or taken care of during 2020. We got as close as we've ever come to socialism in the US in 2020 and people wanna act like it was a horror movie.

[yuttikkele]

S2E1 Amok Time: AKA we finally get to learn more about the vulcans because spock's on his period. or he's going through heat. whichever terminology makes this synopsis funnier to you.

alright here we go. the episode i have been recommended to watch the most. could it possibly be gayer than "when i feel friendship for you, i'm ashamed." ?

OH MY GOSH. MOODY MUCH, SPOCK? Yelling, throwing the bowl at the wall, storming out of the room. Well, at least he didn’t overreact guys.

DID THE OPENING THEME CHANGE?? It’s gotten more EPIC. and VOCAL-LY. DEFOREST KELLEY MENTION

Theodore Sturgeon and Joseph Pevney, do you know what you’ve done?

The brattiness of Spock is transferring over to Jim. The repeat of “In all the years that I’ve known you” was despicable.

Spock pulling the “I am fine” card is so awful bro EVERYONE knows you’re not fine.

*spock gets called off of the bridge* Ooooo. Mr. Spock’s in troubleeeee.

Spock looks like an adult that has to go to the doctor alone for the first time.

WHY DID SULU LOOK SO WORRIED WHEN CHEKOV SAID HE WAS GONNA GET SPACE SICK BAHAHAHA

Well chekov I’m sorry to say I think we might be changing course again.

Why did Spock even wait this long to try and get to Vulcan

“No use to ask him, Jim, he won’t talk.” Watch him talk.

DOES SPOCK HAVE A DAUGHTER??? (yutti note. That was not his daughter that was younger T’Pring)

“It has to do with biology.” WOAH. REALLY SPOCK? I HAD NO IDEA! IT'S LIKE THIS WHOLE TIME WE'VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT YOUR BIOLOGY. /sarcasm

Well look at that. He talked.

I think this is supposed to be a comedic scene or something but the unfitting doom and gloom music over it somehow makes it even FUNNIER. Like the biology of Vulcans is REALLY scary guys… you better watch out..

The way Vulcans chose their mates ISN’T logical? Well color me surprised I wasn’t expecting that. (yutti note. it's not logical but they've set up traditions that make it logical. they done loopholed it into being logical)

Jim is really considering this. This Vulcan biology. He’s thinking hard about it.

I wanna know who thought, “Aw yeah, we need a whole episode dedicated to talking about Spock’s sex life.” that resulted in this episode existing.

what is this whole thing with nurse chapel and spock

“By tradition the male is accompanied by his closest friend.” D’awwww

DANG THAT WOMAN IS GORGEOUS (t'pring)

EVERYONE SIDE EYEING AND LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE THOSE STANTWT MEMES WHEN SPOCK SAYS “my wife” BAHAHAHAHA

“Hot as Vulcan” yeah now I know what that phrase means too, McCoy (I have never heard that phrase before)

Arranged marriage at the ripe age of 7 years old? Ok I guess. whatever you say

*POINTS AT SCREEN* OH OH OH THAT’S THE HAND SIGN!!! 🖖🖖

T'Pau: “How do you pledge their behavior?” Spock: “With my life.” Kirk: *looks over at McCoy*. KIRK DO NOT CAUSE SPOCK TO DIE.

“What is it what happened?” Kirk says just like I do at football games.

That one Vulcan background guy (Stonn) is so funny why does he keep looking around like HE doesn’t know what’s going on.

I wanna know WHY she chose Kirk. Did she not want the other guy (stonn) no more? Is she just doing this for fun? Did she feel threatened by Kirk, so she wants Spock to kill him? “Oh? You like him so much? Kill him so I have your full loyalty." type beat?

Spock is managing to talk trying to protect Jim :00

Sorry to interrupt the mating ritual, but Spock’s hitting an insanely devious pose rn

Oh of course Kirk immediately gets a boob window

They're bleeding. His bibis are bleeding.

NO SPOCK. SPOCK’S MORTIFIED. SPOCK IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT, IT’S VULCAN BIOLOGY.

spock were you jealous of ston just then??

Oh miss girl T’Pring had this ALL worked out. Not in Spock’s favor obviously. But a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do.

Did Spock just tell Stonn that having T’Pring isn’t as marvelous as it seems? With T’Pring right there?? BRO.

SPOCK WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE JIM awwww

MCCOY YOU GENIUS. I would’ve been saying bye bye to Kirk then and there. all "guess we'll have to find a new captain" and everything. good thing he's a doctor.

“When I thought I had killed the captain, I had lost all interest in T’Pring.” Gaywad.

ohhh ok so, Spock told Stonn having isn't as good as wanting not because he dislikes t'pring or dislikes having her, but because he got over his vulcan heat or whatever and no longer was drawn to her. ok that makes more sense. still a little bit of a diss to her but whatever. really can't possibly be worse than having to live married to a man who's never there

Ooo a new end credits too!!

ok. gonna be honest. my thoughts? i don't feel like this was entirely incredibly that gay. it was gay, but I don't think it was gayer than "when i feel friendship for you, i'm ashamed." and i might get yelled at for this deduction and told about how it is oh so gay and i might be like "oh i didn't notice that, that is very gay!" but i think one thing stays the same: there's just nothing gayer than yearning.

HOWEVER. upon a rewatch (because i decided to rewatch it without taking notes cause i felt like that was distracting me from the show), i realized something. now let me get this straight. spock went into heat. he very clearly stated that he must mate or die. he came out of heat not having mated or died but instead after fighting jim and thinking him to be dead. so, i feel it is not out of the question to think this implies either he was so shocked by killing kirk, the person he cared for most, that it snapped him out of his heat, OR his body registered that fight as sex. both equally gay options.

additionally, we already know jim is basically the most important person is spock's life, but this episode sorta puts it into perspective. spock says this whole quote about how "having is not so pleasing a thing, after all, as wanting." after he thinks he's killed jim, spock wants jim way more than he wants t'pring. which already in of itself shows how much he likes jim. but what more? when he finds out jim is alive, he's ecstatic. he no longer wants jim. he has him. and as we can tell by this being the happiest we've seen spock, it is a very pleasing thing to him. that is the most romantic part of this episode.

[faghubby]

PLEASE, MAKE ME A SLUT

"HEY, PAULY" Brad laughed as he closed my gym locker.

"OH YEAH PAULIE" Greg laughed as he stepped up behind me grabbing my ads.

"Knock it off" I said meekly.

"You don't mean that" Brad told me lifting my chin with his hand making me look him in the eye.

"Brad told us how you helped him out the other day" Dave chimed in. Tears started to form in my eyes.

"He's scared" Greg teased. He yanked my underwear down.

"Come on you need a shower" Greg told me. I had already taken one but they led me across the locker room into the showers. The showers where just a big room with 10 showers on each wall. No curtains. But there was two shower heads around the corner a bit so if you weren't in the showers you wouldn't see.

Brad pushed me against the wall. He looked down his cock stiffing I knew what he wanted I had gave him a hand job last week after he caught me checking him out while we where in the locker room alone. But now there where three of them, and a dozen more just out of the showers getting changed.

"Do you suck cock faggot" Greg asked. I reached out and grabbed both Brad and Greg's cocks and started to jerk them off.

"Holy shit he is doing it" Dave said surprised.

"I told you, but I think this bitch will do more, won't you?" Brad said. They pushed me to my knees and held my arms Dave held his cock to my lips. I looked up at him. Tears flowing but the water from the shower hid them. I parted my lips and took the mushroom head in my mouth.

"You're ours now Bitch" Greg laughed. As Dave moaned. I didn't know what I was doing I just ran my tounge over his cock. I couldn't take more then 2 inches of his cock. He wasn't huge. I didn't have much to go by. Bigger then me but other then porn I had never seen a hard cock before. We heard the coach yelling to get a move on. They turned off the showers but held me there. I continued to suck Dave off. Having forgotten about jerking the other two off completely. We heard everyone else leave and the bell rang,

It was last period on a Friday no one was coming looking for us. Suddenly Dave tensed and filled my mouth with cum. I had tasted mine but this was different. My mouth already full of cock. I gagged on his seman. Coughing and spitting him out.

"We need to get going" Brad said.

"I need to get off" Greg said his cock still hard in my hand I quickly started to jerk him off. Dave and Brad went to get dressed.

"That's it now kiss my balls" Greg told me. I leaned in and kissed his balls. Licking them. He came shooting his load all over my face before he went to get dressed as well. I quickly rinsed off and got dressed. Brad had waited for me.

"You take the bus right" he asked I just nodded looking at the clock knowing I had missed it.

"Come on I will give you a lift home" he told me.

Brad had a camaro his parents had gotten him. I jumped in and he spun the tires leaving the school.

"There is a party tonight, down by the old boat launch" he told me. He pulled into my driveway. "You going to invite me in?" He asked.

"Not supposed" I starred.

"It's polite to invite a man in when he gives you a ride home" he told me getting out of the car.

"Brad, I. I mean that was my first" I stuttered.

"No worries I am sure you will become very skilled at it" he said as I unlocked the door he pushed himself and me inside.

"You be quite pretty if you wore a little makeup" he told me pushing me to the floor, he dropped his pants and pulled out his cock.

"Well get sucking Faggot" he ordered. My hands shaking I took his cock and kissed the tip. I licked it up and down before I sucked on the head. He was a bit bigger then Dave and I could jerk his cock as I sucked the head.

"Yeah that's it" he moaned. "We are going to pass you around like Tracy last year" he told me. Tracy had been top of the class, a nerd never paid much attention to anyone, till Brad started flirting with her one day. A few weeks later it was rumored she had been had by the whole football team. She left school the end of the year. Brad played with my hair as I sucked him off. He came partially in my mouth the rest all over me.

"Standup" Brad told me. I stood he pulled a butt plug out of his pocket. "Drop your pants and bend over" he told me. I wanted to tell him no, but did as he said instead. He squeezed a small tube of lube all over the plug and then pushed it against my hole. It felt huge as it slid in and then popped into place.

"Damn you are a fucking slut you don't even try and say no" Brad said smacking my ass.

"Should shave this as well, don't know any bitches with a hairy ass" he told me then went to leave. "Should I pick you up later, or can you find your own way to the party?" He asked.

"I can find my own way" I said barely above a whisper. As soon as the door closed I dropped my pants and jerked off. As soon as I came I felt so ashamed of what I had done. I removed the plug and took another shower. For a little while I thought about going to the party. My mom would probably led me her car. But then decided not to go.

The next day around 2, Brad's Camero roared into the driveway. I was outside doing yard work. The passage door opened and Brad's little sister Emily got out. She walked straight up to me.

"Brad is very disappointed you didn't come to the party last night" she told me.

"Yeah well my mom, wouldn't let me" I mumbled.

"Well Brad says you are going out with us tonight. I will be your date" she informed me. I was stunned Emily was gorgeous.

"Don't worry it's just a cover, I know you prefer my brother" she said kissing me on the cheek. Before she turned to leave. I didn't even see my mom come out on the porch till Emily smiled and waved at her.

"We will pick you up at 7" she called out. They drove off.

"Wow she is pretty" My mom gushed glad to see I had a personal life.

"Mom" I said surprised. I knew she suspected I was gay.

"She is Brad's sister" I told her.

"Wilson? The cute football player?" My mother teased. I blushed. My mother led me inside she wanted details.

"I don't know he wants me to be more femine" I confessed to my mother.

"Do you want to be more feminine?" My mom asked a little surprised I think. I blushed I wasn't sure. "Would you like to try something" she took my hand and led me to her room. She sat me at her vanity.

"Now if you don't like it we can just wash it off" she told me as she applied went thru her makeup. After 15 minutes or so I was staring at higher cheekbones, softer skin, brighter eyes. I was amazed.

"What do you think?" She asked

"Maybe a bit to much, but I do like it" I told her.

"I can't go though" I told her.

"Nonsense" my mother told me. I found myself after dinner getting ready to go out. I remembered what he had said about shaving my ass. And I did. Trimming the rest of my body hair as well.

Mom helped me do just a bit of makeup to go out. It was very subtle.

Mom was gushing when Emily ran the bell.

Hello I am Emily" she said introducing herself to my mother.

"She knows" I told Emily she just smiled.

"You look very pretty" Emily told me. Leading me out to the car and Brad. Emily and I jumped in the backseat. There was a guy I didn't know in the front. Brad drove to the lake we parked. I could see and hear a fire and music on the other side of the lake. Emily and the guy got out and jumped into a parked pickup and drove away. Brad got out and joined me in the back seat.

"nervous?" Brad smiled. "I am going to fuck you" he informed me. I was visionably shaking. Might be easier outside. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car. He bent me over the trunk and yanked down my pants.

"These aren't very sexy" he teased pulling down my boxers briefs. I couldn't help but moan as he spread lube over my hole.

"Where is your toy?" He asked as he held his hard cock against my hole. "No bother this will just hurt more" he said as he forced the tip in. I bucked and wimpered it hurt so bad.

"Shh little one it's okay you will learn to beg for cock" Brad told me as he started to fuck my ass. The pain became bare able but still hurt so much.

"Since you didn't come out last night you are going to have to take all who want you" he told me. He fucked me hard and fast then pulled out and came all over my ass.

Lets get back to the party, he said smacking my ass. He drove me to the otherside of the lake. My ass hurt and I was walking slowly.

"Hey bitch" Greg said pulling me into the woods.

"Did Brad hurt you? " He laughed pulling out his cock. I went to suck his cock. "No, tell me you want to be fucked like the slut you are" he told me.

"But it hurts" I said Greg just smiled.

"Beg me" Greg told me.

"Please fuck my ass" I said dropping my pants.

"That's a good faggot" Greg stuffed his cock into my already used hole. He was worse then Brad smacking my ass as he fucked me with hard thrusts. "I am going to fill your ass up" he told me as he pumped his load into my ass.

"The little cunt came " Dave laughed appearing out of the dark with another guy named Nick, shoved his cock into my mouth, as Dave took Greg's spot. I heard other people around laughing as I was split roasted.

"Always knew he was a slut" I heard.

"Look at him suck cock","should dress him up in panties."

"Are you offering yours"

I spent the rest of the night wearing someone's black thong. As I sucked anyone's cock that wished it.

It was almost day break when Brad drove me home. Without a word I sucked Brad's cock as he drove.

"Thank you Brad, you where right I want to be your slut" I told him.

"Don't worry you will be used by as many as you can imagine" Brad told me as he came in my mouth

[livielll]

rivals.

stingyshima!!!!!

HAIKYUU -tsukishima kei- X FEMREADER

rival, that's what they said, wasn't it? show offs, tease, and could never get along. rivals were a constant companion now, following you around. and you saw them right now, him. staring, right at you.

"what do you want." you mumbled a little too high for him to hear as you sat down on your seat and pulled out your books then placed them neatly in the drawers.

"nothing, have you studied for the upcoming test?" he asked, adjusting his glasses with a middle and ring finger.

out of every word and sentence he decided to ask that first?

"no, it's still in like, 1 week?"

"well, alright then. just asking, since you got your ass beaten by ME last test" he said cockily.

"what, so your trying to make sure i havent studied yet?" you returned the exact same tone.

"no, just asking, whatever."

It was lunch time, finally. the last 2 periods were torturing hell for you. a seat was available in the middle so you told your friends you guys could eat there.

you then saw tsukishima eating with some people, a guy that kind of looked like an orange, a guy with greenish hair, also known as yamaguchi. you knew since he was in your class too, and another guy sipping on milk. you barely find tsukishima eating with anyone except yamaguchi in lunch time usually.

but you shrugged it off cause "no one cares" you thought.

"you're so slow!!" they, your friends said as they ran towards your house. you quickly snapped out of your thought and began walking faster.

tsukishima and yamaguchi appeared in the corner of your eye, walking to a nearby shop. and that, made you walk faster. "I'm coming!!"

multiple hours have passed ever since you and your friends actually studied. for some reason you guys ended up watching a movie instead of studying, and you enjoyed it cause you didn't wanna study at all. but your mind kept going to the scores you'll get.

"what if i get a lower score than that stupid tsukishima?"

so you excused yourself to actually study and got up. "aw..oh right, we were supposed to study." reina, one of them said that led to almost the whole group laugh.

you opened the door that was connected to the walls of your bedroom and sighed deeply. you really did NOT wanna study. you always got these lazy feelings one week before the exam, but you reluctantly pulled out your notebook and began to write down the notes and studied.

groaning, you went down to see your friends still there, now studying. they looked pretty serious, and by their expressions, you can tell some of them cried due to stress. you chuckled at the sighting and joined them.

-time skip, brought to you by alienkawa-

It's now finally the exam day. you entered school with a big grin, knowing you'll ace this test and pass tsukishima's score. you talked a bit with your friends while adjusting your lockers and went to class. the sight was beautiful, the windows open, exposing the bright sky with birds chirping around.

but it soon got ruined by tsukishima towering over you. "move." he demanded, and you were about to argue but stepped aside cause you didn't wanna waste a single volcabulary and a vibrate from your voice box talking to him.

you saw him go to a blonde short girl, talking. you felt kind of jealous but pushed those feelings away cause who were you to care? you sat down and studied again to beat saltyshima.

he came back to class soon after, you looked up at him and furrowed your eyebrows and huffed. "hey" was all he said, before he took a seat and placed it right in front of you. "what?" you asked, the frustration obviously shown in the tone you gave him. you literally just wanted to study peacefully with no one bickering you.

"nothing, just wanted to see you study." he replied with a genuine smile you never ever saw. you ignored him and continued studying, thinking that he wasn't worth your time. but while you were studying, you knew he kept staring at you.

well, not glaring, but he kept looking at you. you could tell there was a difference with his usual cocky stare. he was staring at you with some, affection. you felt. so you lifted your head up. "what? am i that pretty to be stared at?" you said, narrowing your eyes.

"maybe." he replied and stood up, returned the seat and walked to his original desk. leaving you with your mouth slightly agape. and you couldn't help, but feel little butterflies flying in your stomach.

during the test, you kept grinning cause you could solve all of them easily. you took a glance at tsukishima but he was already staring at you. so you kept staring, treating it as a stare contest. he then rolled his eyes and focused on his test instead, and that made your day better.

at the end, when you were finished you saw tsukishima do something. he was chilling around, probably because he was done. but this particular movement caught your eye. he stopped spinning his pen, randomly picked up his eraser and started erasing an answer and wrote it with another one.

you raised your eyebrow in confusion, you were watching him for a while, and he kept spinning his pen but why did he randomly do that?

the bell soon rang and you shrugged it off. "he probably just realized his answer was wrong." you thought and happily went to your friends.

- time skip, brought to you by tsukis glasses -

"everybody sit down or else i wont share the exam results!" the teacher yelled while slamming the board eraser (i dont know what the name is help) to the table aggressively.

you sat down and waited, with absolutely no patience. you drummed your fingers on the flat surface of the table. waiting.

the teacher shared the results, and when it came to you, she smiled and said congrats.

your mouth went open in happiness. you got a 100! now, tsukishima COULDN'T top you. well, that's if he didn't get a 100.

you ran to him while the class was talking about their grades and asked about his score.

"how much did you get?" you said excitingly.

"98." he replied, looking up at you. he didn't seem so sad about it, or bothered at all. so that bothered you. you wanted him to feel bothered.

"ha! i passed you!" you said while skipping to your chair back happily, you finally passed him.

his eyes follow your figure, a small smile appearing on his lips as you skipped away. and he was glad that you were happy.

"tch."

pls tell me yall understand what he did 💔

m.list

[toasttt11]

tooth

October 13, 2012

Allison softy waved at her Dad as she was getting back on the ice skating around as she waited for the last period of her hockey game to start.

This was only her second season of actually playing hockey games and having a full seasons. She’s been playing hockey since she could walk but this is her second season with a real team and playing games.

Jim watched his six year old just skate circles around the other players, he knew she was better then everyone on the ice but what he really like was that she didn’t just try to score every time she had the puck even though she could but she was setting up her teammates for goals.

Jim immediately stood up seeing her getting whacked with a top of a stick through the cage on her helmet and she immediately dropped to the ice.

Jim was quickly walking down the stairs of the bleachers not liking how she was holding her mouth as she took her helmet off.

Jim quickly walked around towards the tunnel the kids walk through to get on the ice and got there just as Allison was getting off the ice.

Allison’s bright blue eyes looked sad as she looked up at her Dad. Allison waddled on her skates right to her Dad hugging his leg.

Jim gently kneeled down setting his hands on her arms making her glance up, “Let me see Allie.”

Allison slowly opened her mouth and he realized she lost her front tooth and now she didn’t have either of her top front teeth, she had just lost her first tooth a few days ago and her tooth she lost today wasn’t even that wobbly yet.

“I look silly.” Allison frowned as she spoke and her voice sounded different with no front teeth, “And i sound weird too.”

“You look better than any of the boys looked with no front teeth.” Jim playfully told her knowing it would cheer her up and he was right as she her giggled softly.

“Does it hurt at all?” Jim asked her looking at her in concern.

“No.” Allison shook her head softly, “I kept it” Allison held up hand with her tooth in her hand making Jim snort and shake his head fondly.

“Can we go home now?” Allison asked her Dad.

“Yeah Alls we can go home.” Jim stood back up and Allison held onto his hand as they walked to the locker room and she changed back into her clothes and Jim carried her bag as they walked out of the rink and got into the car.

Allison and Jim walked inside the house and Allison quickly walked across the room to her Mom and clung to Ellen’s side.

Ellen looked concerned as she hugged Allison back, Out of all her children Allison is the least clingy and this was very out of character for her.

“Wanna show Mom your teeth?” Jim asked his daughter seeing the questioning look from his wife.

Luke, Jack and Quinn were all sitting on the couch and looked over. They all had games at a different rink from Allison today so Ellen took the boys and Jim took Allison.

Allison slowly smiled letting Ellen see her missing tooth, “My tooth got whacked out.” Allison told her Mom holding up her tooth for Ellen to see.

Ellen blinked slowly glancing between the gap in Allison’s teeth and the tooth in Allison’s little hand.

“Ooo let me see!” Jack looked excited and immediately got up walking over looking at the tooth in his baby sister’s hand.

“Nice job Covey! You’re the first Hughes loose a tooth from hockey.” Jack gave her a proud look giving her a high five.

“Jack.” Quinn dropped his face in to his hands exasperated and looking way older than thirteen because of his actions as Ellen just shook her head at her son.

“You wouldn’t even look good with a missing tooth.” Allison sassed making Luke cackle and almost fall off the couch as Jim snorted at her sass and Quinn turned away chuckling to himself.

“Rude.” Jack pouted dramatically crossing his arms giving Allison a sassy look about to say something back.

“Alright no more sass you too.” Ellen rubbed Allison’s back giving them both a look, “Any pain Allie?” Ellen asked her looking at her worried.

Quinn got up and walked over scanning his eyes over his baby sister making sure he saw she was okay with his own eyes.

“No it felt the same as the other day.” Allison softly told her Mom and gave Quinn a grin seeing his worried look and he let out a breath nodding.

“Good. Well i think someone needs muffins.” Ellen grinned mischievously down at Allison watching her perk up.

“Cinnamon!” Allison’s couldn’t say cinnamon very well with no front teeth but Ellen knew what she was saying.

Quinn and both Jack awed at the way she said cinnamon with no front teeth but once Allison turned away knowing she would hate to see them cooing over her.

Allison’s favorite food in the entire world is Ellen’s cinnamon chip muffins, Allison would only ever eat cinnamon chip muffins if she could, she has definitely tried too. Ellen pretty much makes a batch at least once a week and the boys are lucky if Allison will share one.

Allison sat at the barstools at island as her Mom started making her muffins.

Luke padded into the kitchen sitting down next to his baby sister handing her Mr. Goose.

Allison beamed taking her goose stuffed animal from Luke, “Thank you Moosey.” Allison could not pronounce her T’s with no teeth right now but Luke completely understood what she was saying.

“Course Goosey.” Luke just smiled back as she leaned her head on his shoulder and they watched their Mom make Allison’s muffins.

“Oh and Allie.” Ellen called out as she put the muffins in to the oven, Allison looked up at her Mom.

“You aren’t playing without a mouth guard anymore.” Ellen told her firmly, they would go and buy a mouth guard for her tomorrow.

She has tried to get all of her kids to wear them but after all of their first times wearing them none of them wanted to wear them. She hopped one day she would have all four of kids wearing mouth guards.

And Allison never played any hockey ever again without wearing a mouth guard.

[l0vl0e]

my Hogwarts dr timetable * •

and also a more detailed perspective on what i’ve tweaked to fit my desired reality.

dear readers,

i present to you my blood, sweat and tears ( formally known as my third year time table) which i fought in battle to create… ( on notion.)

this shit blurry but deal with it.

This little gem took a lot of hard work and effort - however i underestimated how helpful it would be in the long run!

So let’s get into the nitty gritty shall we:

i decided to break down the classes into core and optionals ( in third year you can pick your optionals)

core subjects - each core subject takes up two slots a week in your timetable, here are all the core subjects:

potions, charms, astrology, transfiguration, history of magic and DADA. (i know canonically herbology is a core subject but for the life of me i CANNOT do that as a subject, sorry neville x)

Each subject is allocated two slots a week as i need my free periods, i do not have it in me to do a full day of school, who do you think i am?

Furthermore, optional subjects are timetabled three slots a week.

Here i chose art ( as in my cr and so many other realities i’m an artistic baddie ) ghoul studies and divination.

I could’ve chosen ancient runes, care of magical creatures, herbology, arithmancy, muggle studies, (and i personally added in music and modern foreign languages too)

This leads to ATLEAST one free period a day - thursdays i get three (lucky me.)

Fourth year onwards you have mandatory library study between 4:00 - 5:00 where you study with your house.

If you are on the quidditch team (i am not) practices are slotted in to your personal timetable, and first years do mandatory flight classes to get used to their brooms.

I aimed for breakfast, lunch and dinner to be long and spaced out - so students have more freedom to nip to the hall for when they fancy. ( in the mornings i also want to sleep in, i need my beauty rest)

On weekends, students can freely enter hogsmede without permission, and break and lunch are available (however optional) to attend.

I scripted a late class after dinner as i felt like it (lol) and also because i want to create a cozy vibe - late night astronomy classes are so so appealing to me.

I think that covers it! i would really recommend creating your own timetable —> it was very motivating and fun!

anyways, have a lovely rest of your day… go shift!

love from,

Hattie