#will do uty soon. trust

[lagtrained]

THE SAGA CONTINUES

stp chapters as deltarune ost tracks (both one and two)

chapter 2s

damsel - ferris wheel (damsel gets one of my fav tracks bc she is silly)

prisoner - empty town (just a vibe)

tower - elegant entrance (any of queens tracks could go with her but i think this one fits best)

beast - digital roots (eerie and creepy)

witch - the circus (untrustworthy but not a lot of reason why ykyk)

adversary - chaos king (chaotic and only involves violence)

nightmare - gallery (FUCKING HAUNTING ASS TRACK)

stranger - ANOTHER HIM (ggggggaster.......)

spectre - dialtone (again just a vibe but i feel like it fits)

razor - THE WORLD REVOLVING (chaos incarnate it fits. big shot was also possible but i feel like thats too much)

chapter 3s

fury - vs susie (rage.)

apotheosis - knock you down !! (ur fighting a giant woman what more can i say)

eye of the needle - giga size

wraith - deal gone wrong

thorn - lost girl (☹️)

den - cliffs (again eerie and creepy)

moment of clarity - darkness falls (dr lore wise it fits very well becau-)

burned grey - basement (not confident at all lol but it works i think.)

drowned grey - imminent death

wild - THE HOLY (got the opera singer and everything)

arms race/mad - BIG SHOT (THIS ONE IS JUST FUNNY but also it gives the most "what the everloving fuck am i looking at" energy in the entire ost)

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 1.5 - Bad Dreams Are for the Birds

[POV ALICE]

“My fellow TAs hate me, and the Watcher is punishing me with a UTI,” Miko whines as she drags herself into their dorm room. 

Alice cuts off her voice reader as soon as her friend comes in. She isn’t ashamed around Miko, but it’s hard enough to focus on what anyone is saying without a computerized voice reading her all the latest TV gossip.

“They don’t hate you,” she replies, continuing to scroll the red carpet pictures from the Starlight Accolades. 

Was Judith Ward seriously wearing a red bustier? 

“They called me a bitch.”

“I call you a bitch.”

“You call me a bitch with affection,” Miko replies as she toes off her shoes and perches gingerly on the side of her bed. “That’s different.”

The solemn note in her voice makes Alice put down her phone. “Miko, you are not a bitch.”

“I agreed with everyone’s plan to clean up the storage closet, and then I snuck in early this morning and did all myself anyway.”

Ouch. “Okay, so you’re not chill—”

“Hey!”

“But that doesn’t mean you’re a bitch,” Alice assures her. “Although it is very extra. Why the hell would you get up early? And why do all the work yourself?”

“I…” Miko balks.

“Trust other sims exactly 0%?” Alice giggles when she rolls her eyes. “I’m not judging. I’m just saying that if you give someone a chance, they might surprise you.”

“How are you the one saying that? When we met freshman year, I was crying the supply closet, and you gave me a whole ass speech about how sims are shit.” She glances down at Alice’s phone and then narrows her eyes. Her twang becomes more pronounced as she grows more agitated. “And who are you messaging? Is it Jeffery? Because if it’s that motherfucker, I swear I’ll—”

“No,” Alice bites out, her voice sharper than she intended.

Miko startles, “Shit, I’m sorry; I know you worked real hard to get out of that relationship, and you’re never going back. I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s fine,” Alice lies because it isn’t. It won’t ever be. But she can’t say that because then everyone will worry that she’ll screw up again. “How about I get some snacks, and we can stay in tonight?”

“I guess,” Miko hesitates. “Didn’t you want to get pictures of your creepy death cult?”

The students gathering behind Pepper’s Pub are definitely not a death cult. They’re just eccentric undergrads in robes, making them the perfect subjects for an exhibition on Britechester’s Secret Society.

“My death cult can wait,” Alice declares as she jumps up and grabs her wallet. “They’re not anywhere near as important as your injured vajay!” She squeals and tries to block when Miko tosses a ball of yarn at her. 

“Don’t strain yourself!” Alice cackles as she slips out the door. As soon as it shuts, her phone starts buzzing with a message from Vlad. 

She should find it pretentious that he used his full name as his username. He’s also actively scowling in his profile picture, which only works because he’s objectively attractive and probably knows it. Ugh.

But he writes like a Simlish Literature textbook, which sounds kind of nice coming out of her voice reader. And maybe it's just her imagination, but he seems to like arguing with her.

She smiles when she sees his response to her teasing about Jenny and the Duke: 

It’s three paragraphs long.

(First chapters are so hard, omfg. Now, to continue luring them into a false sense of security while I quietly work on the secret society that is definitely not a creepy death cult...)

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[the-great-papyru]

ask box trick-or-treating

for halloween, i’ll be writing undertale drabbles for anyone who asks! if you want one just write a short prompt and i’ll get to it as soon as i can!

a handful of rules (please read before requesting anything, i’d hate to deny a request):

only undertale fics (this does not include deltarune, sorry).

no fics focused on romantic ships (i can’t write romance for beans).

non-anons get priority but beside that it’s just based on what catches my attention. (because of this, flowey fics will prooobably get written first.)

i’ll “open” the ask box (change the name) from whenever i go to sleep on the 30th to whenever i wake up on the 1st, so that should hopefully leave enough time for everyone to get requests in!

no crossovers (i’m not in too many fandoms and i don’t trust in my ability to write most characters).

no aus beside uty (i don’t know enough about most aus to do them justice).

no double asking, please!

might add additional rules later.

happy halloween!

[alemonyoyo]

No Country for Young Humans - Chapter 8.5

I am officially back at school, attending my final year of high school! I will be busy, chapters will come out very infrequently!

To tide you over, since I am exhausted, have this short little bit of actual PLOT!!! (IK not just North Star fluff, dw, that will come soon).

Also, I'm drifting a little from the UTY fandom (yeah, uh oh) but I definitely DON'T wanna abandon this fic!

Worse comes to worse, I'll finish it swiftly, and do my best to still make that entertaining. This is the longest fic I think I've ever wrote, most of my other stuff is oneshots!

Sorry about all that, hopefully you can enjoy this very short snippet of what's to come (maybe heh).

Missed the previous chapters? Check out the Masterlist!

Words: 552

Tags: GN Reader, Jealousy, Plot?

Summary: We shift to a new perspective as things unfold behind the scene.

Chapter 8.5 - A New Perspective:

There was a piercing sound in the air. It was faint, but persistent. Her ears, sharp as a dagger, picked up its sound all too well. As she fumbled with the equipment splayed out on the desk beneath her, she found her patience waning thin, the sound piercing into her skull, stabbing like the thick spears of the Royal Guard.

How could she let it get this far? How could she have been so stupid? She should have killed them right then and there when they walked into the Wild East, yet the look on his face; it healed all of her wounds, though only for a moment. She entertained this idea only to keep him happy, but it had been too long now to turn back.

Ceroba walked over to the vials of serum, each a pungent blue in colour, painfully standing out amongst the backdrop of muted greys. She had to do this. For Kanako. It was the only way to keep her alive.

Going through with this though, she thought, would ruin everything for him.

She had never felt so happy for him, the moment they admitted their feelings for him. That flustered look on their face, all bashful yet trusting in her company. They *trusted* her. Star trusted her. And she was going to throw that all away.

Finally, Starlo was going to feel the love she had always wanted him to experience, taken away from the years of torment she knew she put him through. She was happy then, and he was miserable. Now it was like night and day as she wallowed in a sea of misery. But he would be happy. He would finally be happy.

Ceroba clenched her fists tightly, walking over to the large, old TV. No- She can’t let this sway her. Surely Star would be happier knowing her child was safe and out of harm's way. Surely Star would be happier knowing she was happy? Surely she meant more to him? She pressed the small round button on the TV, knowing the tape was already loaded in the slot when she had last watched it. A sobering reminder of why she had to do this.

It wasn’t just for Kanako. It wasn’t just for Chujin. But for the fate of the world.

Well, that is what she told herself as she waited for the video to play, though she was only met with static. Ceroba smacked a pawed hand on the TV, growing impatient and frustrated as she sobbed out. This was too much! Too hard of a choice! Why was this her choice to make? Why couldn’t she have both? Why did they have to be human?

She ceased her abuse of the TV, instead pressing the eject button, waiting for the tape to shift out of the slot. She waited, the still ringing sound of the machines around her whirring in an annoying fashion. She heard the mechanics in the TV shift, the slot opening and pushing out the thick, heavy air. There was no tape, nothing at all.

She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, reaching panicked hands into the slot, trying to slip down into the small slit. Empty.

Someone had taken Chujins tape which could only mean-

Someone knew.

***

“母？”

[greengirllover]

Do you have any tips for first time sexual experiences😭 I’m really scared but I met someone and wanna do it soon (sry if that’s inappropriate to ask but I kind of look up to your blog)

best advice i can give u is to make sure u fully trust the other person it can be a super intense experience but it can be fun and safe, pee afterwards to avoid a UTI they are NOT fun, use protection and all that fun stuff and be communicative with the other person it shouldn’t be painful it shouldn’t be scary and u shouldn’t feel any pressure to do or not do anything, have fun and be safe 🫶

[pjsandapony]

This is a true story, maybe it could help someone somewhere..

There are a few people involved in my story who are still on their own paths of healing, and we are all connected in different ways so parts of the story are intentionally vague. I don’t know how one goes about telling stories that involve others, but I’m going to do my best to be respectful.

My husband and I had three children very close together, each two years apart from 2012 to 2016. We were loving being parents and had experienced no major hiccups aside from some job changes during those four years. But the year of 2017 just after our third baby was born, just ended up being a full breakdown for us on so many levels, work betrayals and relational betrayals and pain upon pain. Almost month over month it felt like a crisis was happening. That spring, when our third baby was just a few months old, I started having hallucinations triggered by a couple different things. A combination of the MTHFR gene mutation and a UTI. I was exhausted and struggling to take care of myself as well as I needed to. After three babies back-to-back and nursing all of them, my body was really depleted nutritionally and I didn’t know the depth of it. It ended up that I became fully convinced I was dying and got to a point where I was terrified to go to sleep at night and so mostly stopped sleeping except for a few hours during the day when I could hear the reassuring sounds of people and movement. I had severe postpartum anxiety and didn’t know that either until later. I was completely manic and hearing and seeing things that weren’t there. It took a full year to eventually begin to trust my senses again, just out of fear, although the hallucinations stopped as soon as I got on the right supplement regimen.

Fast forward about 4 years, our third child was now 5 and life was beginning to feel smooth. We were renting a quiet house in the country, and enjoying all of the phases of a growing family.

In this house, we also had a precious relative living with us. There were some struggles that this person was having that my husband and I weren’t sure how to handle. One night, after one particularly challenging round of conversations, I got into bed and pulled the sheets up over my head. My husband was sitting in the corner working on his computer. Then I audibly heard a man’s voice ask “are you ok?” I pulled the sheets down and asked him if he had just asked me that. My husband said no, he hadn’t said anything at all. Internally I answered the voice back and said “yes I’m just tired” and then asked in my mind, “who spoke to me?”

Several nights later it was storming quite loudly outside and, as my oldest son was never fond of heavy storms, had come into our room to sleep. All of the sudden he popped his head up and said “did you say something?” I said “no I didn’t, what did you hear?” He said, “someone said, ‘the Son.’” He was so frightened and shaking and climbed into our bed for the rest of the night.

A week or two later I asked him some questions. I asked him if the voice sounded friendly or scary and he said friendly. And I asked him if it was a male or female voice. He said male. It became clear to me that the Father answered my question through our son, because He knew I would not trust my own experience, due to the health situation we went through years before. He knew I would question if I was hallucinating again.

In mercy, He confirmed the care of His Son through another person, my own son. I say all of this to encourage you, towards belief that God cares about your inner world and your responses to the events of your life.

[sturnioloshacker]

If you don’t mind me asking, are you a virgin? If not, i’m kinda scared to lose my v card, do you have any tips or anything?? xxxx

i’m not a virgin because i stupidly lost my v card while drunk (still regretting that decision btw)

first tip, don’t do it while you’re drunk. second tip is to make sure the person you’re going to do it with is someone you know, love, respect and trust.

third tip is to relax your mind and body - sex is better when you’re relaxed! fourth tip is to clean up and pee as soon as you finish. always pee after so you don’t get any uti’s or std’s or pregnant.

hope these help my love and good luck 💕

[sionlineindia]

Everything About ‘Pan Card Agent Kaise Bane?’

Do you want to know about ‘Pan Card agent kaise bane?’ Then this discussion is for you. As per the statistics available from the Government of India, almost 51 Crore Indians have PAN cards. Again, almost 33 crore Indians have linked PAN with Adhaar. This means a major part of Indians are yet to get PAN number.

If you survey a bit with people in your neighbourhood, you will find many of them don’t have the PAN yet. People are unable to register or apply for obtaining Pan Card as they are not aware of the entire process as well as the documentation. Pan card agents are the individuals who are authorized to help out these people across the country for facilitating the application process. Now, you can help people apply for PAN. But for that you need to get PAN card agency first. This also brings an income opportunity.

What is a Pan Card?

Before you get to know more about ‘Pan Card agent kaise bane?’ you must have an idea about what a Pan Card means. Pan Card stands for Permanent Account Number Card. It is an identification number consisting of a 10-digit alphanumerical number allocated to all taxpayers in India. This electronic system helps to provide all information for a company or person related to tax that is documented against a single Pan number. This actually works as a primary key of information storage and that is shared all over the country. This is the reason why two tax-payers cannot have the same Pan number.

The Importance of PAN card

Pan Card is a crucial document for each taxpayer as it is essential to track financial inflow as well as the outflow of money along with other financial transactions. It is generally used for the below cases mentioned:

Proof of identity

Proof of address

Registering a business

Mandatory for tax filing

Tracking financial transactions

Eligibility to open as well as operate bank accounts

Purchase of vehicles

Purchase of shares and securities

Gas connection

Phone connection

Mutual fund etc.

What is the requirement for being a Pan Card agent?

 It is one of the crucial topics covered in the whole discussion that should be understood thoroughly to know ‘Pan Card agent kaise bane?’ Following is a brief list of the requirements that are necessary for getting yourself registered as a UTI PSA agent to become an authorized Pan Card agent:

Pass certificate for 12th exam

Age should be above 18 years

Citizenship of India

Valid birth certificate along with address proof

Must have basic knowledge of the internet and computer.

As soon as an individual gets eligible for becoming a Pan Card agent, he/she can fill out a simple form from a reputed Pan Card Agency provider like SiOnline. If you are interested in PAN agency, SiOnline will bring you the best possible service and customers support.

End Note

Hopefully, the above discussion is helpful to those who take an interest in ‘Pan Card agent kaise bane?’ SiOnline is a trusted provider of Pan Card Agency which offers quality services to the applicants for all their needs.

For more details, visit https://www.sionline.co.in/pancard-agent-registration-become-uti-psa-free

[lolaskmeanything]

I’m gonna be so honest, writing on my phone makes me want to smash my phone into pieces but since I live you fake people I’m gonna do it anyway. Probably will be short and sweet but a post is a post right?

Nothibg has really happened except I might be pregnant. I took two test yesterday that were negative, but idk if I trust them considering the first time my hormone levels were low. Fun fact, hcg which is a pregnancy hormone is highest in the morning when you wake up. I’m for sure not but something in me is testing my intelegence. I also think I have a uti but I have no insurance and can’t sign up until like august lmao. Hate it but oh well I’ve dealt before I’ll do it again. I have ny break soon I might just chug like 2 water bottles and sit in the toilet. How lame of me.

Sorry this post is so boring I feel like the other posts had so much substance but life has just been boring lately. I don’t wanna harp on stuoid shit that’ll just make me upset I don’t see the point.

I’m going to text my BIL and see if he’ll come over this weekend and help me with finances because I NEED to move out desperately. I hate living at home and I hate telling people I live at home. I need to get ny finances in order so I can get this shit going.

I’m babbling and again I hate typing on my phone so I’m gonna end this. Talk to my lovers later

[reidsnose]

happy campers

overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together

genre: fluff

a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)

masterlist

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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.

"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.

they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.

before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.

he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.

his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.

"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.

"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.

"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.

but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.

their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.

"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.

they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.

you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.

you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.

the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.

after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.

"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"

"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."

"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.

"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.

"yeah i know. goodnight pen."

"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."

you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."

you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.

you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.

"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.

"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"

"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.

"morgan keeps farting."

you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.

you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.

"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.

spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.

you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.

"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.

"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"

"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."

"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.

you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.

he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.

about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.

he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.

spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.

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[2024skin]

I do think amplifying lesbian history and lesbian feminism is incredibly influential for trans men because it shows them what you said about living outside of the male gaze AND it shows them that they can be GNC and still be loved and accepted by women. So many young girls get so alienated from their peers when they aren't feminine enough, especially in today's "pro trans" environment (I was told I might be happier living as trans several times before I came out as trans). It feels Wrong to be GNC. It feels like there's no place in womanhood for you. But GNC lesbians have always made a space for themselves.

This could be a double-edged sword unfortunately -> if we only amplify visibility for lesbians, then impressionable young people may feel that being GNC is a sign of being a lesbian, and the trend of people identifying as lesbians while being attracted to men could easily increase. Lesbians have provided an amazing framework for embracing GNC and seperatist livelihoods without rejecting womanhood, and nonlesbians should expand on this and showcase what it can look like to be GNC and a woman.

All of this would do wonders for young GNC women, but then there are still girls who aren't particularly non-conforming, but reject their ties to womanhood as a trauma response to male violence and specifically sexual violence. Many little girls grow up thinking that to be a woman is to be molested. I can't tell you how many different girls I have seen get trapped in that line of thinking. We need to be Louder about female anatomy, what it's good for besides sex and childbirth. We need to fight back fiercely against abstinence-based sex education in schools, and we need to push schools that Do have some sort of comprehensive sex ed to spend more time on female anatomy (my sex Ed in middle school was all about STDs, UTIs, and the anatomy of a penis). How can we expect girls to accept something that they barely understand? And above all, girls should be able to understand their bodies without people bringing up male pleasure.

Personally, I think a lot of these suggestions are antithetical to religious values. In a country where "in God we trust" is legally required to be displayed in every classroom, we will be hard pressed to find comprehensive sex education geared towards girls any time soon. My approach to this has been small and subtle. Stickering things like "vulva is not a dirty word" around public parks and such. Nothing too vulgar, and not in places frequented by toddlers, but little things that might encourage girls old enough to read to learn about their bodies and consider who, and why, would consider their anatomy to be inappropriate. It's certainly no stand-in for good sex education, but I like to think I'm setting up young girls to know that there are people out there who do not view their bodies as inherently sexual.

I didn't detransition because enough people ridiculed me or pointed out logical flaws in my worldview.

Hate didn't give me any insight. I questioned my transition only after I recognized myself in my foremothers who lived before patriarchy, recognized myself in lesbian history, in things that made it possible for me to see how a woman who didn't exist for men could be a woman.

Trying to identify out of womanhood isn't a decision driven by lack of logical thought. It's a decision that follows from the inability to imagine womanhood untouched by patriarchy. That is very understandable in this place and time. We can't imagine something we don't encounter.

What can we do to help each other imagine?

[13uswntimagines]

Your Ass Is Out of This World (Kelley x Reader)

Request: alex or kelley or sonnett x reader where they've been dating for a few years R is an astronaut for NASA and she gets to go to space

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog​ cause without her, none of this would have happened. 

Kelley wasn’t quite sure how she had ended up standing next to a dive bar sipping a lukewarm beer on a Friday night. In her defense, Ali and Ashlyn had convinced her it would be fun and had promised to pay for the Uber rides both ways. It had been fun for a while, dancing with them to some old 70s songs on the light-up dance floor, but half an hour ago they had disappeared off into a hallway somewhere, and she had no intention of third-wheeling (she knew she should have convinced Alex to join them). But she also wasn’t going to leave without them, because she wasn’t convinced either of them were sober enough to take any kind of transportation safely (someone needed to be there to make sure they didn’t puke in someone’s car).

So here she was, standing by the bar waiting for her friends’ sexcapades to be over, nursing her drink. The clink of a glass settling in front of her caught her attention. She blinked at the bartender. “I didn’t order another one,” 

The man’s lips ticked up and he shrugged. “Lady on the end paid for it. Said you looked sad,” 

Kelley looked up, following the man’s eyes towards a woman standing a few seats down the bar from her. She was also standing alone but was dressed as though for a different event altogether. Kelley had embraced the 70s theme of the bar slightly, wearing a jumpsuit and a scarf around her head, but this woman had just thrown a white NASA shirt--like the one Kelley got for her little cousin at Target-- over a pair of black jeans. As she bobbed her head to the music she met Kelley’s eyes and smiled. 

Kelley took that as her invitation to approach. Kelley’s eyes traced her form, lingering on the white material. She didn’t know those came in adult sizes...

“You must be a star, I can't stop orbiting around you” Kelley smiled charmingly as she approached you, setting her beer on the bar beside you and settling in the seat to the left of yours. 

“I do believe I was the one to buy you the drink…” you said, your lips twitching as you tried to keep a serious expression. “Shouldn’t I be the one throwing pickup lines here?”

“You bought me the drink, so I get to be the one to woo you. I’m Kelley, are you from Mars? 'cuz I wanna explore you with curiosity.” Kelley said, wiggling her eyebrows at you, enjoying the light blush coloring your cheeks. 

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “that was terrible. I mean really good but absolutely awful.”

“At least I got you to smile, but you still haven’t told me your name.” Kelley laughed, taking a sip of her beer. She was prepared to lay on the horrible pick up lines for your entertainment. 

“I’m Y/n,” you said, putting down your drink and holding out your hand, “pleasure.”

“They call me the milky way...Pleasure You Can't Measure,” Kelley smiled, shaking your hand as you laughed and pulling you a little closer “Why look at the moon, if I can’t touch it? Why look at your lips, if I can't kiss them,” she said, winking so you knew she was completely joking. 

“How do you know so many of these?” You said, shaking your head in awe. “ All I know off the top of my head is ‘do you work for NASA? Because you’re out of this world!’”

“Ah, a magician never reveals her secrets,” Kelley whispered conspiratoryly, bringing her hand up to cover her lips. “but my team and I have definitely had flirt offs for bonding nights,” 

“Your team?” 

“Yeah, I play soccer for the US and Washington,” She shrugged as if it wasn’t a huge accomplishment. 

Your eyes widened and you nearly spat out your drink. “Didn’t they, like, just win a World Cup?” 

“Yeah, No biggie,” Kelley said, side-eyeing you as she took another sip. 

“No biggie?�� I’m surprised you don’t have a swarm of paparazzi shadowing you, that’s incredible! Weren’t the USWNT like the most successful US team in soccer?’

“Hm, there’s not enough drama for them, but we don’t mind. How about you? What do you do beautiful?” Kelley hummed. 

“Oh. I work for NASA,” you said, gesturing at the shirt. “I can’t wait to bring some of those lines back to work.”

“What??” 

****

“So do they at least give you a good choice of flavors? So you don’t get bored and stuff?” Emily asked from across the table, licking her dripping I cream cone. 

When your girlfriend decided to introduce you to the team after their match against Colombia, you were quite surprised she had chosen an ice cream shop as a venue. But with how food motivated the youngins seemed, you realized how appropriate it was. 

“I mean,” you said, your spoon suspended in the air as you blinked at Emily, “ice cream isn’t the only thing we will eat. I’m going to be on the station for like 8 months. Ice cream is not a balanced diet.”

“But it’s the only one they sell in the stores. You don’t have to lie cause the veggie lovers are here,” The defender said, leaning across the table, as though it would prevent the rest of the table from hearing her. 

“Babe, you literally love most veggies too,” Lindsey rolled her eyes, using her thumb to wipe a spot of chocolate ice cream from Emily’s nose. 

“Actually, I heard they’re a pretty good selection of dehydrated fruits and veggies and MRE’s and Tortillas and stuff. Plus I get to take a few things from home…” You mumbled, leaning back. 

She couldn’t be serious right? There was no way she thought you were supposed to sustain yourself on horrible freeze-dried dairy products for that long. Not to mention, freeze-dried ‘astronaut’ products for the most part weren’t actually possible to bring to space, with how crumbly they are. You were more likely to eat actual ice cream on the space station (less chance for an errant crumb being inhaled or destroying an important piece of equipment) than that gift shop garbage. 

“Oh yeah, MRE sounds way more likely than just eating the stuff they literally label as being for astronauts…” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “What does that even stand for? ‘Must reject Emily?”

You opened your mouth to answer, eyebrows furrowed, only for Kelley to nudge you softly. 

“It’s not worth the fight babe, trust me. Not the brightest lighthouse if you know what I mean,” Your girlfriend made a swirling motion with her finger next to her temple. 

You leaned in closer so your lips were nearly touching her ear. “She’s not serious right?” 

“I never joke about ice cream,” Emily answered seriously. 

You blinked at her, looking to your girlfriend who just shrugged and raised her eyebrows. 

“I’m, I’m not sure if they have a flavor rotation system for ice cream flavors. We haven’t been… briefed on that yet,” you nodded seriously. 

…...

“Can you hear me?” Kelley said, tapping her fingers impatiently as your face appeared in the video call. 

“He- -utiful,” You smiled through the glitchy computer screen. Your waving was broken up like a bad claymation. You leaned in to make out the fuzzy figures standing behind your girlfriend, assuming she was at camp or something. 

Normal long distance sucked, but literally being off-planet really made things difficult. It wasn’t like Kelley could just text you when she missed you, or randomly call you when she missed you at 3 am. Sure, she could email and you made a tremendous effort to schedule calls once a month, but it was still incredibly difficult (and slightly weird that a NASA tech dude had to monitor each call to make sure the connection stayed up). And sometimes even the best video-calling technology had issues. Like today (when a giant satellite or piece of space trash would block the signal). 

“Are you hav- -un at -amp?” You asked, grabbing your floating water pouch pushing out a sip sized water drop. 

“Yeah, it’s great,” Kelley said, watching you munch on your water. When you first got on the station you sent her pictures of artwork you made out of different drops of colored water- specifically making a giant water ‘soccer ball’ for her. Then you tried to boop it around and ended up losing control, amusing all your crewmates who watched you trying not to run into too many walls. “We’re looking forward to playing against Brazil on Friday, should be brutal.” 

“We’re set to be ov- Florida on -day, so I’ll try and tune into the ga-. Catch a nice - view,” You nodded, wiggling your eyebrows (which looked more like you having a seizure due to how badly you were pixelated). 

While Kelley wasn’t entirely sure what you were saying, she went ahead and nodded. “Let me know what you think!”

“Wh- color -it are you w-ing? Y- look -uper s-xy in the -ue,” you said, floating up in a ‘draw me like one of your french girls’ pose. 

“You’re favorite one,” Kelley said, winking at you. 

“-es!!” You cheered “-ake p-ture -or -“ the screen flickered dangerously for a second. Before a wobbly picture returned. 

“Babe you’re breaking up, I can’t tell what you’re saying. Y/n. Are you there? UGh. I love you! We’ll talk soon.”

“-ove y- -oo” 

Kelley blew a slow kiss to her camera before she heard a deep voice saying “Sorry ma’am. The connection was lost. Y’all still have five minutes on your scheduled call- Want me to try calling again? See if the signal improves?”

“Yeah,” Kelley shifted, rubbing the bridge of her nose as typing sounds echoed through the speaker. How she was going to make it through four more months of this she had no idea. 

“What if like the ship was attacked by aliens or something,” Sonnett whispered from her left, staring at the blank screen with real trepidation. 

“Not possible ma’am,” she heard him laugh. “But I doubt I would have the right level of security clearance to know.”

“great.”

Kelley grabbed a pen and marked a day off the calendar hanging on her wall. So much for ‘phone call with Y/n.’ She sighed. Just a few months to go. 

****

Gravity fucking sucked. It was disorienting and heavy and made you sick to your stomach. Space station alums always talked about re-entry and how bad that was, but you thought sitting in a NASA hospital bed while your equilibrium readjusted was way worse than your fireball craft plummeting into the ocean. 

“This fucking sucks,” You groaned, again throwing your hand over to pull out the IV. You hated how hard it was to move (and how you actually had to hold up a cup of water to get a drink but that was beside the point). 

“Whoa babe, I know you’re a little out of it right now, but that has to stay in. Just try and relax for a little while,” Kelley said, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of your knuckles. 

You frowned at her through heavy-lidded eyes. “Don’t wanna be here. Wanna be home with you.” 

“I know, but you gotta stay here until the re-entry symptoms have worn off a little more,” She said again. She knew that you weren’t going to be 100% when you stepped out of the spacecraft, but she hadn’t expected you to be so out of it. You were sick to your stomach and entirely unable to walk without assistance. 

The doctors assured her that you would be fine (residual effects from not being in gravity for so long and the impact of the landing or whatever), but it was still difficult to watch. It didn’t help that you were a horrendous patient. 

“Just watch the game. The US is even in Blue,” Kelley tried to coax. Even she was beginning to grow restless. But you couldn’t leave until you could keep down solid foods. 

“I don’t want to watch. You’re not in it,” You said, grabbing the remote from her and turning the television off. Then you tried to set the remote in the air, but instead of hovering like it should have done, it dropped to the ground. 

“Alright, commander Y/l/n. It’s dinner time,” one of the NASA hospital nurses said, bringing in a tray for you. Kelley thanked them as they left since you were too dazed to think of it.  

“God this food sucks, I hate jello ” you grumbled, lifting the spoon in front of your face (fully expecting it to float so you could take your bite) and dropping it as you want to open the pudding packet instead. “I just want a big juicy cheeseburger. With bacon and onions and-“ You trailed off, your mouth watering at the thought. You hadn’t had proper food in 8 months, and it had been your major cravings food. 

“A side of diabetes” she scoffed, picking up the discarded remote and spoon, “And are you going to keep dropping things everywhere?” She asked, carefully filling a spoon with chocolate pudding and guiding it to your mouth. 

“Fuck Newton. Things are supposed to float,” 

****

You loved the soft skin behind Kelley’s ear. It was so smooth, and it always smelt like a mix of her perfume, shampoo, and something inherently Kelley. It was a bonus that your exploration of the area always sent a shiver down her spine. You ran your nose along the skin there, nibbling on her ear before moving down her neck. Leaving little kisses along your path. Kelley sighed, sleepily scratching your scalp and tilting her head to the side to encourage you to continue. 

“You,” Kelley said. “ I like you.”

“Hm, I’m glad. It would be kinda scary if you were doing this with someone you didn’t like,” you mumbled against her skin, unwilling to part with it for even a moment. Kelley giggled at the tickling sensation. How you still had so much energy after you had thoroughly worn her out getting… reacquainted she would never know.

 “But what do you like most. Tell me, babe,” You said, moving your lips a little lower, towards where her shoulder and neck met. 

“I love… your ass. It’s out of this world.” She said sleepily, reaching around to grab her favorite asset of yours. 

“Well, it has been,” You laughed, pulling away reluctantly so you could look her in the eyes. 

“Shut up you goof,” She rolled her eyes, grabbing a pillow and whacking you lightly. You fell over dramatically, pulling her so she was on top of you. 

“Hm, I’m your goof,” 

“Yeah. You are. And babe?” She smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Hmm?” You hummed against her lips. She leaned back to look you in the eyes, one forearm across your chest and her other hand beside your head supporting her. 

“No more space travel for a while?” 

 “Pinky promise,” You said, wiggling your hand so your littlest finger connected with hers. 

“Good. I can’t believe I was dating someone from TEXAS for a while.” Kelley pretended to shudder. “Jus think, one of your coworkers might have been a Houston dash supporter!”

[pookiepoodle]

Samples - Osamu x Reader

This is for the Bad Doctor’s Collab run by @gourmetrat. Firstly, I’d like to thank them for giving me the opportunity to participate in such a cool event! I had a lot of fun writing this and I’m excited to see all the other submissions! Now, let’s get down to buisness!

This is a piss kink fic, with dub-con. It’s written for a female reader but in the future I’m gonna try to rewrite for a male reader (no promises). 

Please enjoy, check out my masterlist and send in requests!

You were the perfect patient, to Osamu Miya. 

When he’d called out your name to the crowded waiting room, you’d timidly stood up, shyly making your way over to him. Everyone knew that he was a urologist, but he had the decency to not say it too much. After all, most of his patients were quite embarrassed to be seen in his office. You weren’t an exception to this rule with your flushed cheeks and nervous glances.

His eyes lit up, his mind racing with possibilities as he led you to his office, locking the door behind you. You were so beautiful… so sweet. You’d be easy to trick, to manipulate into his little toy. Being a Urologist meant you had to tolerate piss, but Osamu did more than tolerate it. 

“So, what brings ye here today?” Osamu exclaimed, his loud voice filling the otherwise quiet room. The only sound for a moment was his footsteps as he made his way to the desk littered with lab reports and pens. 

He could barely hear you whisper something under your breath, unable to meet your handsome doctor’s eyes as you mumbled. 

“I’ll need ya to speak up if I’m gonna help ya,” he chuckled, leaning back into his leather chair. The view was spectacular as he gazed at your chest, following the curves and lines all the way down to your shoes before meeting your eyes.

“I… I think I have a UTI,” you finally said, only slightly louder. But it was enough to have Osamu understand. It wasn’t too uncommon in his line of work and he quickly stood, the chair squeaking with the sudden motion. He began moving to the cabinets behind you, making your breath hitch. You didn’t dare to turn around as he began to hum, the sound of plastic being moved around. 

“Well, I’m gonna need a sample to send to the lab, just so we can decide if we need to give ya an antibiotic,” he explained, moving back to his seat. With a little flourish, he placed the plastic cup onto the table. 

Maybe he was being a bad doctor… but, god, he wanted to push you a little as you stood up. You’d grabbed the empty container, mumbling your thanks before turning to the bathroom attached to his office. 

But just as you rested your hand on the handle, his voice filled the room, making you jump.

“Bad news, sweetheart, that’s not gonna be an option.”

“Huh?”

“Something’s up with the bathroom, I can’t let ya in their…”

“Oh…” you mumbled, letting go of the handle and taking a step back before glancing to the door,” I could always… is their public bathrooms?”

“There are,” Osamu grinned, enjoying the brief relief on your face before he continued,” but you’d have to walk through that crowded waiting room and back.”

It took a few minutes for it to dawn on you what exactly he was implying and your face suddenly paled. Oh. 

You’d have to walk through the waiting room, with your cup of pee for everyone to see. 

“But… Do you have a bag or anything I could use?” you exclaimed softly, cringing as you asked. Osamu shook his head, closing the cabinet door which did contain brown paper bags. Better to let you think he was the good guy rather than a liar. 

“Sadly, all I’ve got are plastic ones,” he smiled, the apologetic expression the exact opposite of his true intentions.

You couldn’t help but whine, sinking back down onto the check up table with a look of despair.

“I’m going to need that sample today by the way, the lab is going to be closed this weekend and the last shipment of samples is going out tonight,” Osamu continued, lying through his teeth.

“But… I need to get the train home, there’s no way I could make it back in time!”

“That’s a pity… but I do have a small idea.”

Before you could ask what this small idea was, Osamu had rolled his chair right in front of you, his brown eyes following the dips and curves of your body.

“It’s a bit unusual but I don’t mind letting you use my office,” he drawled, his thick hand reaching out to rest on your knee. The gesture appeared to be one of comfort, but there was a far less innocent intention as he gave you a small squeeze. You could have cried for joy - this wonderful, handsome doctor was so kind…

“But I can’t let ya be in here alone, of course.”

That made you freeze, your eyes widening as you met his jaw agape. Surely, he couldn’t mean…

“Hell,” he grinned, suddenly standing up and towering over you, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear as he continued,” I’ll even help ya collect a sample. My treat.”

“Wait, I couldn’t… that has to break a rule, this isn’t right!” you squeaked, flushing as his hand began to make its way up your thigh, slipping under your skirt. 

“Not at all, I’m a doctor, Miss Y/N,” he chuckled, his fingers running along the edge of your panties,” Trust me, I’ve helped plenty of patients, though none as pretty as ya.” It was actually true. Osamu was used to this, especially with his more elderly patient who needed some assistance. Normally, though, the task was mundane - this, he felt, was going to be the complete opposite.

“So… this is normal?” you whispered, wriggling when you felt his thick fingers run along the edge of your panties.

“Mhm. Completely,” he assured you, knowing that you were so close to agreeing. You just needed a final push. 

“Besides,” he continued, meeting your eyes and giving you the smallest smirk,” you wanna be a good patient, right?”

…

That’s how you found yourself standing in the middle of his office, your skirt and panties folded neatly on the check up table and Osamu behind you, cup in hand. 

“I… I don’t know if I can do this,” you whimpered, unable to look down. You’d never been in such a position before, especially when you were about to do something so taboo.

“Of course ya can, it’s easy,” he hummed, gazing down at your thighs and the little mound of curls which hid your precious holes from his sight. 

“I know, it’s just really embarrassing,” you continued, pouting slightly as you looked over at his desk. 

“I know, but remember, I’m your doctor,” he continued. His hand resting on your thigh suddenly darted between your legs, making you squeak and clench around him.

“Ah, wait!”

“Come on, Miss Y/N, we don’t have all day,” he smiled, ignoring your protests as he began to push your lips apart. Osamu wanted to groan, you were soaked.

“I know, but still, I’ve never…” you started, pausing. 

“Never what?”

“I’ve never… been touched like this,” you confessed, blushing brightly. 

“Well, lucky me,” 

You shivered when you felt his fingers slide against your holes, before the cool rim of plastic was pressed against you.

“Now piss.”

If this were a cliche fanfic or storyline, you’d have protested, still trying to cling to any dignity left. But you’d been told before the appointment to drink plenty of water so you’d be able to give a sample no problem.

So, with his crude words, the floodgates opened, much to Osamu’s surprise. He had expected you to whine and protest, begging for some privacy. But instead, you were pressed against his firm body, an expression of relief gracing your face as you quickly filled the cup. 

Perhaps you’d drunk a little too much water…

Your eyes suddenly snapped open when you heard splashing against the lino floor, making you jump back and gaze down. The cup was overflowing and you were still peeing, an embarrassing puddle forming on Osamu’s sterile office floor. 

“I-I’m so sorry, I can’t-” you whined, bright red as the stream began to taper off. Soon, only a few drops echoed in the room, but all you could hear was your frantic heartbeat. You had just peed on his floor… like an animal. God, was that a wet spot on his coat?!

But before you could say a word, a hand cupped your hot face, forcing you to meet the doctor’s eyes. 

“Do it again.”

[justpottytime]

Yes, you get me!!! It’s all about someone who’s always had to be heartbreakingly independent finally having someone that they can trust to support them. Even though they’re scared and they’ve been hurt over and over, there’s still this fragile, beaten down, hopeful part of them that desperately wants to believe that sunshine character really does love them and want to help them. I imagine that they’ve been cruelly mocked and abused many times in the last for showing vulnerability and so this while situation is just completely new and terrifying for them. But sunshine character understands that, and just desperately wants to prove that stoic character can put their trust in them.

Maybe stoic character ends up with a UTI at some point. Maybe they held it too long one day and before they know it they’re on a round of antibiotics and dreading every single time they have to pee. It hurts so bad when they go, the burning making them tear up in pain and insisting on holding it until they’re bursting. Finally they can’t hold it anymore and ask sunshine character to please go with them. There’s tears in their eyes and they just look so lost and vulnerable that sunshine character takes them by the hand and takes them to “go potty”. It doesn’t matter that they’re at home, it doesn’t matter that they usually aren’t this close while stoic character is peeing. What matters is that stoic character is hurting and is desperately in need of comfort and reassurance right now. So they sit them down on the toilet and start gently reassuring them, letting the stoic character squeeze their hand and running the other one through their hair or even on their bladder to soothe their aching muscles. They just keep murmuring soft things, telling the stoic character that they’re safe and that the hurt will eventually stop. And they get lots of praise, reassurance, and cuddles after. The stoic character was probably expecting to be mocked, but instead their needs were met with understanding and safe, gentle love.

Anon, you're going to have me crying at work!!!!!!!!! Which is probably my fault for checking Tumblr during my lunch break BUT ANYWAY-

Yeeeeeeeeeeeees, you get it!!!!!! They were never allowed to be vulnerable before, the slightest expression of weakness was mocked and exploited, they were never given any help and had to learn how to do everything all by themselves... And it's toughened them up, sure, but there's always that tiny squashed-down longing in their heart to find someone that they can safely be vulnerable around, finally have what they missed out on... And sunshine character is just absolutely determined to be that person for them, to show them that it's safe now, they can let their guard down, they can have help if they need it...

Oh gosh, I've been craving some good UTI hurt/comfort lately! That's so precious, no-one says a word about stoic character asking for help even though they're at home, and before this they've always been SO insistent that they only need help when they're out and about, they can do it by themselves at home! Today is just different, and no-one's going to mock them for being sick and upset and needing a little extra comfort through the pain... And sunshine character knows just how to calm then down too, helping them relax and cooing sympathetically when they whimper in pain, promising it'll go away really soon as long as they keep going potty as soon as they have to, and they can have this kind of help every time if they want... Stoic character can't really argue with an offer like that, no matter how bad it hurts...

Thank you for the ask! <3

[colormeyondublue]

Chapter 10: The Observation Deck

Chapter 9 Here - Chapter 11 Here

***CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains moments of attempted rape, sexual harassment, violence and homicide. Continue with caution!***

You wake up and it’s still really dark in the room. Yondu isn’t up yet either, and you glance over at your wrist comm on the table near the bed. Great, it’s the middle of third shift. You’ve learned that time on the ship is split into three equal parts: first, second, and third shift. First shift is equivalent to the morning time back on earth, second is like the afternoon, and third would be overnight. Each shift has watchmen placed all over the ship, but whoever is watching the helm is the most important. They keep the ship on course, and from crashing into something. 

Your recollection of how each shift works is disrupted by your serious need to pee. Oh, right, that’s why I woke up in the first place. You quietly get up and look back to make sure Yondu is still asleep. Surprisingly, he is. You make your way to the bathroom and quietly close the door. After using the bathroom, you gasp. “Holy crap, Yondu.” You mutter to yourself. Whether it’s just Yondu, or maybe it’s Centuarians in general that cum this much, but there is a lot to clean up. Human men are one thing, but Yondu has made you a whole other level of messy. The last thing I need out in space is a UTI... On one hand, this is a little annoying. On the other hand, it’s kind of a turn on. You make sure to get yourself taken care of before heading back to bed. Pulling up the covers, you lay back in bed with this curious blue man. He’s turned on his side, facing you. His mouth is partly open, breathing lightly. He looks so peaceful, so relaxed. His features, although weathered, are perfection. The lines around his eyes, the scruff on his face, the dark blue shade of his eyelashes. How could one alien be so enticing? You reach out to gently stroke the scruff on his cheek, and he just barely stirs. A soft grunt vibrates from his chest and a tiny smile pulls at his mouth. You chuckle to yourself and whisper. “I’ve fallen hard for you, Yondu. You know that?”

“I sure did, sugar.” He says quietly without opening his eyes.

“Oh my gosh! I had no idea you were awake! Did wake you?”

“Yeah, but it’s alright. I like when ya touch ma face like that. Ain’t nobody ever done it before. Feels nice.”

“Well, if you like that, I have lots more to show you.” You laugh and kiss his cheek.

“I’ll hold ya to it.”

Yondu pulls you roughly into his arms and holds you tight against his chest, and you both fall back asleep.

~~~

You wake up again later during first shift, and there is a soft glow of light in the room. Yondu is gone, and as you sit up to stretch, you see a cup of juice and a chocolate chip muffin on the night stand.

“Awe, he remembered.” You smile, sip your juice and take a bite of the muffin. You begin to get dressed for the day, smile warmly at your silver bracelet, and head out of Yondu’s quarters toward your office. The walkways of the Eclector are pretty quiet, but you remember that this is the day most of the crew are headed off ship for Knowhere. You reach your office, and find Yondu is there waiting for you.

“Good morning! Hey, thanks for breakfast. You remembered my favorite!” You say happily as you unlock the door and head inside. Yondu follows you in and closes the door behind you both.

“Ah, it was nothin’. But hey, today me and a couple a’ the boys are headed out to sell our take from Jophar and some a’ them minerals we picked up on our last stop. We’s on a place called Knowhere. Ya ever heard of it?”

“I’ve heard it mentioned in passing conversation, but I don’t know much else. Why?”

“Well…Knowhere…it ain’t a place fer Terrans.” He says halfheartedly.

“What do you mean ‘ain’t a place for Terrans’?”

“I don’t mean anything bad about you, honey. You know I care about ya and I think the universe of ya. See, what happens on my ship I can control.” He gestures to himself, and then points toward the door as he continues to his point. “What happens on Knowhere I can’t control. There ain’t no laws, no mandates, no nothin’. You could get picked up by anybody and disappear. Knowhere is an ancient, decaying, celestial head, and I can only protect ya so much out here. My plan is to just get this deal done and get outta here.”

You pace the room and sigh. “Honestly, I’m fine with that. The last thing I want is to wind up in the same situation I was in before I managed to escape that slave ship on Krylor. I trust you, and I’ll stay here.”

“Oh, thank the stars!” He exclaims as he pulls you into an embrace. “I thought you were gonna be ticked that you couldn’t come with me.”

“Well, sure, I wanna see as many places as I can…but you’re the Captain of this Ravager clan, and you have a job to do. I’m not gonna get in the way of that.” You kiss him on his cheek as your hand wanders through the scruff on his face. “I love you. That means I love this ship, and I love that you’re the captain too…thief, Ravager and all.” You warmly smile up at him, completely oblivious to what you just said.

Yondu’s face grows still. He is bewildered and a little shocked, and he just stares at you.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” Worried, you take a step back and grasp his hands.

“Ya…ya just said ya loved me.”

“Oh. Oh, my god I…” You back up toward the door, breathing heavily. Your eyes search Yondu’s face for any sign of calm. There is none to be found. You both panic in silence for a few moments and your mind races.

Shit shit shit! This isn’t how I wanted this to go. It just slipped out! I have no idea if he feels the same way. What if I just scared him off?! FUCK!

Totally freaked out, you make your way for the door. As you turn the handle you hear Yondu behind you call your name.

“Y/n! Wait a minute!”

Your heart is racing, vision blurred, ears ringing. You run down the hallway as fast as your feet can take you. Yondu follows you part of the way, and slows to a stop. Chasing after you won’t help. He’s got a deal to finish, and you need time to calm down. He looks down at his boots and shakes his head. She loves me? No one has ever truly loved me before...I think. I ain’t even sure what love is supposed to feel like. Is this it? Sure, Peter cares. Kraglin cares. Maybe Aleta and Stakar cared at some point. But love? A Ravager ain’t supposed to love anybody. This is all just business right? A means to an end. On one hand, Stakar and Aleta were a thing right? Were they in love? Quill has that green girl…Gamora? Is that love? He snaps his head up at the realization. Quill! That’s it! I can call him when we leave! He’s Terran…he should know what this love thing is.

At that moment, Kraglin approached. “Ya ready Cap’n?”

“Yeah, boy, let’s get this done.”

~~~

You finally make it up to the observation deck. Your throat is on fire, your mouth is dry, and tears are threatening to fall. You collapse on the floor in a pathetic heap. After you catch your breath, you stand up and make your way over to the window. Looking out, you can see the giant skull floating in place. The Warbird is heading that direction and a few other M-Ships follow after.

“Stay safe.” You whisper to yourself.

You sit cross legged on the floor of the observation deck, staring out the window. The stars flicker in the distance. You’ve been lost in thought, and it feels like hours have gone by since you first saw the M-Ships depart.

“I hope they’ll be back soon.” You mutter under your breath.

“I don’t.” A chilling voice comes from behind you, making you jump and turn to see where the voice came from.

“Trenvik! You scared me! I thought you went with everyone else?”

“No, I stayed behind. There is nothing there I want anyway.” He moves closer to you, and you jump to your feet. He positions himself between you and the door. “Now, what is the Captain’s pet doing here all alone?”

“Nothing. I was just enjoying the view and waiting for them to come back. The Captain thought there was no reason for me to go, so I stayed here.”

“The Captain is a smart man, yes? We wouldn’t want our girl getting hurt or kidnapped, would we?”

“Excuse me? Our girl?” You retort.

“Yes, our girl. You belong to the ship, the crew. As far as I am concerned you do not belong to the Captain alone. He is selfish for trying to keep you to himself. The rest of us have needs just as well as he does.” Trenvik eyes you over with a disgusting smile on his face.

“I don’t give a damn about your needs. I belong to the Captain, no one else.”

“I see why he likes you. You have a fire in you. But that does not change the fact that you made me look like a fool.” Trenvik continues to inch closer to you.

“What?! How exactly did I do that?” You yell at him. You search for some way around him, but what he does next catches you off guard.

He charges toward you and slams you against the cold, metal wall behind you. He pushes one arm to your throat, while two hands pin your wrists to the wall. “You led me on! You made me believe that you wanted me, and then came out and made me a liar by confessing your affiliation with the Captain!”

“Led you on?! Trenvik, we’ve barely said a word to each other! You’re insane! Let me go!”

“I…am not...insane. You stupid bitch.” He slaps you in the face, and throws you to the floor. He quickly climbs on top of you and uses all four arms to pin you down. His grip is like steel, you can’t budge an inch. You begin to panic, and beg for your life.

“Trenvik, please, don’t do this!”

He laughs darkly, and slowly grinds his hips against yours. “I’m going to take what’s mine.”

You whimper and begin to cry. “Stop! Please, Stop! Don’t do this to me!”

None of your pleas are working. He reaches down with one hand to undo his pants, and you scream at the top of your lungs. He frees up another one of his hands, and begins to stroke the inside of your thigh.

“You’ll enjoy this, I can promise you that. The Captain will just be an after thought when I’m finished with you.”

“Help me! Somebody please! Help!! No, Stop! Leave me alone!”

Just as it seems like no help is coming, the door to the observation deck flies open. It’s Yondu. Trenvik jumps to his feet, dragging you with him. He pulls out a knife and holds it at your side. The point tearing through your leathers, threatening to pierce your skin.

“Let ‘er go. Now!” Yondu’s voice is even more menacing that you’ve heard before. From what you can see, Kraglin and Oblo are Standing behind him.

“Now, Captain, no need to be rash. I’m just taking what I deserve. This girl belongs to the crew. Last I checked, I’m part of the crew.” Trenvik says.

“Not anymore ya ain’t.” A shrill whistle rings through the air, and you can see Yondu’s arrow appear just a few feet from Tenvik’s face. “Let ‘er go now, and you can leave this ship with yer life.”

“HA! Just as we all thought. The Captain’s gone soft. All for some stupid Terran bitch. You don’t have it in you anymore. You’re just a weak minded –“  Trenvik’s voice was cut off by another sharp whistle. The knife moves away from your body, and you hear a thud behind you. Yondu sent his arrow straight through Trenvik’s skull. You clap a hand over your mouth to stifle more cries. Yondu walks briskly toward you and you run to meet him. He takes you in his arms and holds you tightly.

“Shh..honey it’s alright. Yer safe, yer safe. Kraglin! Oblo! Get this asshole outta here. Gather the crew in the mess, pronto. I wanna make an example of this piece of shit.”

“Yessir. Right away.” Kraglin replies. The two of them pick up each end of Trenvik’s body and haul him out of the room.

“Baby, look at me. Hey, are you alright?” Yondu’s voice becomes much softer. His eyes are so worried, but beautiful. They remind you of the red giants they used to talk about at the planetarium back home. That shade of red is so warm, and calming.

“Yeah… I think so. I think I’m okay.” You manage to get out.

“He didn’t hurt ya did he? Did he touch ya?”

“A little. He was going to do worse, but you got here just in time. How did you know where to find me?” You ask.

“Well, you was runnin’ in this direction earlier. What really got my attention was I could hear you yellin’ at someone through the ventilation system when I was headed toward yer office after we got back in.”

“Oh.”

“It doesn’t matter now sweetheart, yer safe. He’s gone now, he can’t ever hurt ya again. Damn it, I should’a known that low life was up ta somethin’.”

“No! Don’t do that. There was no way you could have known. I had no idea he would do something like this either.” You say.

“Y/n, ya even said the other day that he was givin’ ya weird feelin’s. I should’a listened. I should’a done somethin’ about it then.” Yondu argues.

“Well, it’s over. I’m okay. You’re here now, and I’m okay.”

Yondu holds you closer and lets out a long sigh. “I’m sorry this happened.”

“I am too, but it’s done. You know what I want now?” You ask.

“What’s that darlin’?”

“Go make an example of that asshole.”

A big, spiteful grin grows on his lips. “With pleasure honey, with pleasure.”

~~~

Yondu walks you back to his quarters. His hand never leaves your back, and he’s sure to get you there quickly. He ushers you into the room and looks you over again, as if he missed something.

“Are ya sure yer alright?”

“Yes, I’m okay. Honestly, I just want to shower and catch up on some data entry I meant to get done today.”

“Okay. I can get ya connected to yer server through one of my holopads if ya want ta stay in here?”

“That sounds great. I would love that. I really don’t want to be around anyone right now.” You begin to undress. You look regretfully at the cut in your leathers and tears begin to well in your eyes again.

“Hey now, don’t you worry about that. Geff is really good at fixin’ stuff like this. I’ll make sure he gets these and he can make ‘em good as new. Why don’t ya get in the shower and relax a little. I’ll get ya set up in here, and you can get yer mind off all this. Alright?” Yondu places a hand on your shoulder to reassure you.

“Yeah, thank you. For everything.” You pull Yondu in for a kiss, and you head for the shower.

The hot water feels amazing on your body. The steam clears your mind and allows your stress to melt away. You think about what happened on the observation deck. You aren’t sure when you’ll really be okay, but you know that Trenvik is dead, and you’re safe. When you finish in the shower, you emerge from the bathroom to find Yondu has already gone to the mess to address the crew about Trenvik’s death. You see that he set out one of his under shirts and a pair of leisure pants to relax in. You find the holopad he set up for you on his desk, and you get to work.

~~~

Yondu enters the mess, with a serious scowl on his face. He is relived that you’re safe, but this is a perfect opportunity to rip into his crew. Sure, he may be soft for you, but that means he would kill to keep you safe. He makes his way to the front of the room, and murmurs are floating around of someone’s death. He lets out a sharp whistle to get everyone’s attention, and his arrow zips around the room before coming back to his fist.

“Listen up! There’s been some happenin's on this ship that I need to clarify. Seems like our little conversation regarding y/n bein' my girl wasn’t clear enough fer some of ya!”

Kraglin and Oblo drag Trenvik’s body out into the open for the entire crew to see. There are more quiet murmurs throughout the room.

“This worthless pile a’ shit thought he’d go ahead and try somethin’ stupid with my girl. Ya’ll can see where that got him. Now, I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear: If anyone lays a hand, claw, or paw on y/n, you will be shot! Trenvik is a perfect example of what happens when ya do not obey my orders! Does that make sense, ya buncha’ worthless space rats?!”

“Yes sir!” rings through the mess.

“Good. I will not be havin’ this conversation with ya’ll again. Now git the hell outta my sight!” Yondu turns to Kraglin, and looks over Trenvik’s body one last time. “Krags, throw that corpse out the air lock. We’re finished here.”

[mull3ts]

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I think my very first sexual experience will be taking place VERY soon, and I am terrified, to say the least. Ik I'm oversharing (as always) but like all my friends are either gay or don't even know what the word sex means, so I've come to you seeking advice

Ok so like how do I not get pregnant? I'm not on the pill but I don't trust condoms like have you seen love Rosie? Stop, I don't wanna have a chamaco in my belly 😩 like I need some reassurance that nothing’s gonna happen so long as I wear protection

And then THE URINARY TRACK INFECTIONS, bitch how do I make sure I'm safe of any risk of this kind 🤨

Send some help or I might collapse

btw how’ve you been shawty?

I AM SORRY TO INFORM U AT THIS MOMENT BUT MADRE HAS MOVED BLOGS, SHE'S HERE but I'm cam :D AND I WILL HELP U RN HOMIE- So,,,,make sure said male wears a condom bcs there's a high as a kite chance no #1 swimmer is gonna swim through, BUT IF SOMEHOW A #1 SWIMMER MANAGES TO BE THE BEST OF THE BEST—plan b. just, get plan b or the morning after pill (if yu have costco near you, you could get em there bcs it's cheaper) AND MAKE SURE U FUCKIN PEE AFTERWARDS bcs uti's are not 4 u and I so mhm 🤨 homie to homie moment, I just don't want you to have a lil entity up in you.