#Hydrogen Peroxide Size

[karan777]

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[sheikharshi]

Electronic Grade Hydrogen Peroxide Market

The global electronic grade hydrogen peroxide market size reached US$ 1.4 billion in 2023. Looking forward, Reports and Insights expects the market to reach US$ 2.2 billion by 2032, exhibiting a growth rate (CAGR) of 4.9% during 2024-2032. Read More: https://www.reportsandinsights.com/report/electronic-grade-hydrogen-peroxide-market

[blogaarti]

South Africa Hydrogen Peroxide Market :Industry Growth, Size, Trends and Forecast Analysis Report to 2026

The hydrogen peroxide market in South Africa is set to witness significant growth in the coming years, in line with the global market trends. A recent report by Fairfield Market Research projects the global hydrogen peroxide market to reach a revenue size of US$6.6 billion by the end of 2026. With a robust CAGR of 7.3% between 2022 and 2026. 

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Hydrogen peroxide, renowned for its diverse applications as a bleaching agent and a powerful oxidizer, continues to gain substantial traction across various industries. Its versatility makes it an indispensable component in sectors such as pulp and paper, semiconductors, electronics, and food safety. Moreover, the eco-friendly nature of hydrogen peroxide aligns perfectly with the global call for sustainable production and manufacturing practices, contributing to the anticipated growth of the hydrogen peroxide market. 

The report highlights the strong preference for high-purity concentration grades among industrial end-users, driving the growth of the hydrogen peroxide market. While demand is primarily led by industries such as pulp and paper and chemical synthesis, specialty application areas, including the electronics industry, have emerged as significant contributors to market growth. The electronics industry, particularly the semiconductor sector, relies heavily on hydrogen peroxide as a cleaning agent and an etchant during printed circuit board (PCB) production. The soaring demand for high-purity concentration grades in the semiconductor industry presents new opportunities for hydrogen peroxide market players. 

Water treatment is another major industry that generates substantial demand for hydrogen peroxide, further bolstering market growth. In 2021, Asia Pacific accounted for approximately half of the revenue share in the global hydrogen peroxide market, with South Africa projected to experience rapid growth. The Middle East and Africa region, including South Africa, is expected to witness the fastest market growth. The underpenetrated pulp and paper industry, coupled with the rising demand for textiles and fashion, creates significant opportunities for the hydrogen peroxide market in South Africa. 

While mature markets like North America and Europe maintain stable growth driven by sustained demand in traditional application areas such as pulp and paper and chemical synthesis, certain specialty application segments within these regions are expected to witness growth. These segments include water treatment, food processing, cosmetics, and aquaculture, benefitting from increased environmental awareness and the availability of sustainable alternatives.

The top players steering global hydrogen peroxide market competition, namely Solvay S.A., Arkema S.A., Evonik Industries AG, Mitsubishi Gas Chemical Company, and Nouryon Holding B.V., hold significant control over the market valuation, collectively accounting for more than 75% of the global market share.

The hydrogen peroxide market in South Africa is poised for rapid growth, reflecting the global market trends and the increasing demand for sustainable chemical solutions. 

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[11rosebunny]

hi! could I request bofurin boys getting patched up from their s/o after a fight?

Patching them up after a fight (BOFURIN)

Haruka Sakura

He's learned how to heal his wounds in the past years after spending majority of his life alone. He would rather die than to get yelled at by someone looking after him so he taught himself how to clean up his gashes and bloody bruises on his body.

Earlier in the day, he was caught up in an unexpected fight and his opponent managed to get a cheap shot on him when someone was distracting him. He's not going to lie—it hurt like a bitch when his fist made contact with his already wounded cut on his jawline.

Afterwards, when the fight is done, he apologizes that you had to wait for him a little longer than usual after school. But the moment you took in the prominent gash on his face, you nearly dropped your duffel bag to the floor.

You yelled at him for being so reckless to which he clicked his tongue and took away your bag to hold it for you when he walks you home. However, you ultimately refused to leave him like this, so now here you are in an alleyway cleaning up the wound on his face with bandages and hydrogen peroxide you two bought from the local drug store.

He already tried to stop you by saying he was going to take care of it home, but you were too persistent (and pissed) so you continued to heal him anyways.

The whole time, he can't look you in the eye, afraid he might give into his intrusive thoughts to bite the shit out of you. He's blushing and worrying someone might see the both of you.

"Hurry up...!" His foot is tapping up and down quickly out of nervousness.

He refuses to look you in the eye and remains staring at the opening of the alleyway where you two walked in.

In pettiness, you pressed the cotton ball on his gash harder than before making him jitter on the wooden crate he sat on with wide eyes.

"You be quiet and wait until I'm done!"

"Tch! Whatever!"

Hajime Umemiya

"Ah, seriously [Name]. You know I can do this by myself..." He smiled softly as he watched you bandage his thick fingers.

He was beaten up badly—not that he did a bad job in the fight he was in earlier but when going into combat, he does slip up especially if he's ganged up on, which is what happened earlier.

Usually, he doesn't mind healing his own wounds and is completely fine if someone else does it for him. He's even let a kid put a bandaid on him when he bumped into the little sucker which caused him to bump his knee on a metal pipe.

But when you two scheduled a stay at home date, he shows up to your house holding his jacket that draped behind his back, covered in scratches and cuts.

"Sorry I'm late, I was caught up earlier with something." He says with a weak smile.

You hold your door in front of him stupidly as he begins to sweat drop at your stare.

Eventually, you do let him in and you lead him to your bedroom. He explains that he was caught up in a fight as he placed his jacket on your chair then sitting on your bed.

You sigh not turning around to face him. It was obvious you were disappointed. "Yeah I can already tell."

He laughs with a regretful smile watching you go through your desk and find the bandages, cotton balls, and medical tape.

He's already aware that you don't have any right to be doing this, there's a hint of guilt shoved down his throat when you let out a sigh and bring your hands to yours to wrap them up. At the same time, you and him create small talk; forcing him to tell you why he got into a fight making him let out a throaty laugh.

But a part of him finds you cute for that. The way you're willing to patch him up, even when you're upset at him. He likes seeing the size difference with your hand and his. His fingers are extremely calloused from him gardening and throwing punches all the time—while your hands are smooth and gentle against his skin. He doesn't say anything to aggravate you more, so instead, he lets you heal him with a warm smile on his face.

Toma Hiragi

He's gone through multiple fights with not a single person laying a finger on him, so it's rare for you to ever see him come to you all beaten up.

Sure he has a rough exterior and sharp features, but even a sturdy guy like him can get knocked over. He's quite pissed that he let something like that ever happen and is embarrassed to say the least. When you ask him where he is and what's taking him so long, he ignores your messages and tries to patch up himself up quickly before returning to you.

He's rather die than to let you see him like this. When he finishes taking care of his wounds, you can tell with the way the bandages hang loosely, the cuts that peek out near the ends of the tape, and the way his clothing is all dirtied up, you can tell he tried hiding that from you.

"...You look like a mess."

He jumps at your accusation, "The hell are ya talkin' about?!"

You end up pointing out the poor job he did at putting the bandages on his body. He opens his mouth to cover it up right away, but in a second he stops himself, he knows he would be lying if he fought back.

He's embarrassed, way too embarrassed.

He shuts his eyes closed when you end up patching the wounds yourself. He didn't even clean them beforehand when he came to you. The entire time, he's felt like his ego is knocked down when you two went into a secluded field of grass with items to help with the gashes all over his face.

To you though, it's funny. The way he tries to fall asleep in hopes that your remarks will all be over soon. At the same time, he's blushing and looking away when you take his face with both hands.

"Yer' doin' too much."

"I'm doing too much?" You repeat looking into his eyes to which he quickly looks away.

"Tch. Gonna be the death of me..." He mumbled the last part.

Taiga Tsugeura

Dating him was probably the most responsibility you've ever had in your life.

It's happened before, the routine of you and him planning to meet up at your house turns into him coming home to you all scratched up and you taking it upon yourself to heal his wounds.

He still feels extremely guilty upon watching you roll your eyes at him and forcing him to sit down on your bed in front of you to clean up his wounds. While he's at it, he continues on to share about what happened to him and why he's all bruised. He explains it like a kid trying to justify why his clothes are all ruined. He's honestly scared if you start scolding him about being more careful.

Mitsuki Kiryu

After he gets into a pretty big fight, he returns to you as if he's prancing about his day.

You're shocked to say the least. The way his bluntness is plastered all over his face while you deadpan him when he goes on to talk about the melonpan that is currently on sale at the nearest convenience store. You blink at him repeatedly as if he's not aware of the state he's in right now. You have to be the one to point out the huge gash on his elbow that began to stain the white patterned button up shirt he was wearing.

"Oh! I forgot." He says as if the fight he was in earlier didn't mean anything.

He laughs at the way you yell at him for being stupid before you two make it back to his house. Instantly, he tells you where he keeps all his medical things and then you instruct him to go wash up first then meet you in his room.

He takes it as a reward after winning his fight. He can't really use his phone when you're practicing sitting on top of him to clean up the cut on his eyebrow that ended up bloodying his piercing. To you, it seems like he's enjoying this too much, even going as far to rocking in the chair he's sitting on and spinning it from side to side. He finds it extremely nice to see you like this—so worried and so scared for him.

There's a small part of him that wants to break a bone next time to see how you'd react.

Hayato Suo

There's really no way of arguing with him. Right off the bat, when you throw texts at him, angered at how he hasn't responded in the last hour, he comes back to you shortly after and texts back without much warning.

From: Hayato Suo

Sorry [Name] , I was out with Sakura and we got into a fight ヾ(＾∇＾)

Sent at 4:47PM

From: You

WHAT

Sent at 4:48PM

You rush to his school but when you're half way there, you bump into him on the same path that leads back to your house, meaning, he was going to you either way. You're in shock and out of breath at his state. You've never seen him that beaten up before and when he looks at you, he quickly changes his surprised expressions to his usual soft smile.

"That was quick—"

"Idiot!"

You drag him back to your house and disgracefully throw him onto your couch. The entire time, he finds it amusing watching your shaken character reach for your cabinets in desperation to heal him up quickly.

It was the first time he's ever been in a fight for that long. Usually, he's able to take down opponents within minutes and goes on to tell you about it afterwards. But the fact that it took him nearly more than one hour, you're terrified when it's the first time you've seen him the most beaten up.

You're frantic, basically begging him to tell you what happened when you're healing his wounds. At this rate, it turns into an interrogation while he answers every question you have with the right amount of explanation.

He seems far too happy when you clean up his wounds, normally it would be him healing you since he's able to go through fights without getting hit once, so when he feels your soothing touch and the way you clean every wound with precision and gentleness, he's shocked at how skilled you can be.

"I wasn't aware that you know how to heal wounds." He says raising a brow with curiosity. A small smile is formed on his lips watching you wince your eyes.

"No, of course not...! I was just worried for you!" You answer back feeling your ears go red. He surely knows how to make you lose your mind.

He stifles out a laugh, "Just teasing..." He says sticking out his tongue slightly.

[skelswritingcorner]

POV: You got kidnapped by Decepticons, and you're also on your period

(If you're wondering if you saw this before, you probably did! Tumblr's just being wonky and didn't show it, so I'm reuploading it)

Cast (of the TF characters): Skywarp, Thundercracker, Shockwave, Megatron, Soundwave, Rumble, Frenzy, Jazz, Prowl, Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Blaster, and a bit of Lazerbeak at the end

Synopsis: You’re on your period, and took a pretty strong painkiller before you went to class so you could focus without curling into fetal position from the pain. However, you didn’t think that you’d be kidnapped by alien robots. Luckily, you were using a cup. However, the painkiller is starting to wear off while you’re captive, and you’re hoping that you can be saved fast. Ideally, without these alien robots seeing you cough up endometrium.

A/N: I made the heights based more on G1 Transformers. I like the big bois, and g/t (mostly because I’m barely 5'2 but that’s irrelevant), but Rumble does not deserve to be 21 feet tall. He and Frenzy should be tiny menaces. Also, I think the size difference between the reader character and Blaster is more than enough. Also, this isn’t really for any specific Transformers continuity or series, more of my own headcanons if anything. Also, if you want to ask about the reader character, use the name Lorelei. Also, my endometriosis is not in my lungs, I just thought "Hey, do you know what would really fuckin suck?" and gave poor Lorelei endometrium in the lungs.

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: Menstruation, Endometriosis, Anatomical words for reproductive organs, Kidnapping, Vulgar Language, mentions of medical neglect.

You woke up dreading the day. According to the tracker, your period starts today, which is bad because the cramps get severe enough that you’d be bedridden if you didn’t have your painkillers, and also because you had class today. College life and all. At least today was Saturday, so it was only one three-hour class.

Going to the bathroom first, you checked your underwear for any signs of blood. There was only a bit of blood, but if you didn’t act quickly the bloodfall would begin. You grabbed one of your menstrual cups, folding it then pushing it in through your vulva. When it was in place, you used some toilet paper to wipe some of the discharge and blood off your fingers, flushed, then washed your hands.

You felt a cough coming up. Grabbing a tissue, you coughed into it. There was a bit of what looked like blood from where you coughed. If this was your first time, you would’ve panicked. However, you knew it was the stupid endometrium in your lungs because of your stupid endometriosis. Better pack some extra tissues, maybe buy some from the convenience store on your way to class.

Going into the shared space, you noticed a bag with a note. Must’ve been one of your roommates. The note had your name on it, so you decided to read it.

Y/N, I got you a snack. You mentioned in the group chat that your period starts today. I don’t know if you’re supposed to eat something with your painkillers, so I got you one of your favorite snacks just in case. Toodles! - Emily

It was chocolate covered pretzels. You took the bag, grabbed a beverage from the fridge and went back to your room to grab your medication before eating. It’s best to take it now, so your cramps don’t get so severe that you end up curled up in fetal position sobbing from pain once it fully starts.

After eating in the common room, you went back to change into your clothes. Fortunately, you didn’t share a room with anyone, so you could change in your room. You picked out an oversized black band tee and blood red sweatpants after putting on a tank top. If you weren’t on your period you would’ve picked something that looked a little cuter or fashionable, you don’t want to ruin those clothes if you need to cough up blood. You don’t know if hydrogen peroxide works that well with the materials.

Besides, most people that know you can easily predict whether or not you woke up feeling good based on how styled you look. If you’re wearing something more styled, with multiple layers and accessories, you’re likely in a more positive mood. If you’re not, either you’re on your period or doing something that requires some dirty work.

You packed your messenger bag with the things you needed: stationary, wallet, charger with power bank, tissues, a plastic zipper bag in case you can’t throw any bloodied tissues at the current moment, a small hammer, the tools that tech people carry, extra menstrual cup in a 3D-printed cube container that requires the opening to be twisted to get to it, a spray bottle of hydrogen peroxide, the usual things.

Luckily for you, all you had was a single class that only lasted two hours today. No rehearsals for the color guard, since the field is still wet from yesterday’s downpour. Maybe you’ll do some sketches after class.

Putting your shoes on, you left your dorm room and walked to your class. You made sure that your dormitory was close to the main campus, given your medical problems. Unlike yesterday, it was a gentle sprinkle of water, so you didn’t rush yourself. Class was in half an hour anyway.

Walking into the lecture hall, there was only one other person. You sat at a seat closest to the door, and turned to the other student. Like clockwork, you both got out your phones, pointed a finger at each other, and took a picture. Neither of you know each other's names, yet the bond is indescribable. Bonding through mutual goofiness without a single word exchanged. After that, a few more classmates came in, and once the clock hit noon the lecture began.

♢♢♢

After class ended, you packed up your things. Before you could get up, someone tapped on your shoulder.

Turning around, you saw one of your classmates with a furrowed brow. “Do you know about the recent sightings of alien robots?”

You shook your head, “I haven’t checked the news.”

“You haven’t heard anything?! They were spotted really close to campus two days ago. It looked like a bird, but obviously no birds nearby are that large! Be careful out there, hopefully nobody gets abducted.” She waved goodbye and sped out the room.

The alien robots are something you’ve heard about only in passing. Your roommates have mentioned them before, one of them took a picture that was so bad in quality you thought it was fake. Why are they going near a college, out of all places? There’s no local government facilities or anything that you think would interest them. Except for the telescope the astronomy majors use. They might be curious about that. It’s not related to your major though, so hopefully they won’t try taking you.

Walking out of the building, you decided to walk around a bit. It was nice, the sun wasn’t too harsh, the drizzle stopped, and there were basically no people around. Your painkiller should last a few more hours, so you have time to chill and walk slowly.

You couldn’t enjoy the scenery for long. You should’ve realized why you didn’t see anyone, not with that giant robot who almost crushed you, and is now looking down at you.

The creature was massive, quadruple your size at the very least. Black, purple, and annoyed.

“Who… are you?” you took a step back, ready to zoom away at any moment. They didn’t answer you, though, only grabbing you. Before you could react, you saw a bright purple light consume your vision, and you closed your eyes so your retinas wouldn’t burn.

♢♢♢

When the light was no longer visible, you were somewhere you didn’t recognize. The walls were metal, and there were more… people? Whatever they were, but they were looking at you. One looked identical to the one holding you, but almost entirely blue. An all-purple robot with a single yellow eye stared down at you, emotionless.

“I found one. I barely saw anyone at the location.” the one holding you said.

“Strange,” the blue one pondered, “shouldn’t there have been more of these squishies at that place?”

You wanted to retort so bad, but you also knew that the moment you start speaking you might cough. And honestly? What goes on in your body is none of their business. It’s Saturday, you thought to yourself, no shit there’s barely anyone there.

“Hey, tiny squishy!” the blue one put his face close to yours, “Tell us how we can access that telescope!”

You sighed in defeat. “I don’t know, I’ve never been to the building it’s in.” Well, that was a half-lie. You have been to the science building, just not the room the telescope was inside of.

“You WHAT?!” Oh, they’re annoyed.

At this point, you were pissed. You wanted to get away before the pain gets you, and you started getting snippy, “I dunno, maybe you should’ve asked before kidnapping me BECAUSE MY MAJOR DOES NOT INVOLVE THE FUCKING TELESCOPE! My major is in tech AND NOT ASTRONOMY!”

There is a cough coming up. Wriggling an arm out from the giant hand grasping you, you coughed into the crook of your elbow. Blood, as per usual during shark week. For you, that is.

“What is that red thing that came out of her intake?!” The blue one’s blood red eyes widened.

“Do we have anyone who knows how to fix organics?” the one holding you asked.

You yelled, “I’M FINE! This is normal for me, at least my painkillers are in effect!”

“Coughing internal liquids is abnormal for any being.” The purple one with the yellow eye spoke. “Thundercracker, inform Lord Megatron at once.”

The blue one ran out of the room. That one was Thundercracker, from what you could tell.

“Put them on the table, Skywarp. I’ll check their systems.” the one with the yellow eye ordered. The hand gripping you plopped you unceremoniously onto the table, leading you to cough yet again.

When you got up, you noticed the blood you coughed up on the table. Guess you gotta clean that. Opening your bag, you got out the hydrogen peroxide spray and a few tissues. It was a familiar procedure; spray the bloodied surface, and then clean it.

“What even is that?” Skywarp asked.

“Hydrogen peroxide. It’s used to clean blood off things, including clothing. I’d use a paper towel, but all I have are tissues.” you replied.

A hand held your face, opening your mouth and pressing your tongue down with their thumb. The one-eyed robot tilted your head up, and observed.

“No anomaly in the intake pipe. Finding the anomaly might require an invasive approach or scans.” they removed their hand from you.

Oh hell no. If this was an OBGYN, you’d be fine with it. However, you are not, and giant robots probing your lungs and uterus and just anywhere inside you is the last thing you want happening.

“Absolutely NOT!” you yelled, “I’m not letting you do that to me! Just bring me back to campus before my painkillers wear off!”

“I don’t think I’ll allow that.” Wait, who the fuck said that?

“Lord Megatron!” Skywarp turned around, bowing down at a gray figure. You could see the red glow of their eyes from where you stood.

“So, this is the one you found. She’s smaller than Soundwave’s cassettes.” Great. Just great. They’re calling you small. “She will do just fine, even if she’s not the one we hoped for.”

“How in Cybertron can this squishy help us if she’s never been to the building that the telescope is in?” Thundercracker asked.

“You. You’re a student of the university, correct?” Megatron asked, looking at you.

“Yes?” you replied, unsure of what the gray robot was going to ask you to do.

“Good, good. Then you should be able to get to it for us.”

Pardon?! “I’m one of the tech majors, if I just walk into the building and go to where the telescope is, the staff will find it suspicious!” you protested, “The only time I’ve even been in the science building is when I was being shown around campus, and we never went into the room that the telescope is inside of! If I’m to go in that room, I’m going to need to explain to the department head as to why I need to go in there.”

“Along with that,” you glared at Megatron, “I want to know exactly why you want access to the telescope.”

Skywarp huffed, “Why would we tell you about that?”

“Because y’all kidnapped me! If you want me to cooperate, you need a damn good explanation.”

“It’s rather simple. If you humans have access to such technology, wouldn’t we be curious about how it works? Such technology would be useful to our cause.” Megatron explained, and you hated the condescending tone he was using. It reminded you of the times you’ve been to the hospital, begging for an answer to all the pain and too-heavy bleeding only to be spoken down to like a toddler. Claiming that what you experienced was normal when it very much was not.

You sighed, “Fine. If you want my assistance, I will only help you if you follow a few basic rules. Do not damage any part of the school campus, try to abduct anyone else, or even think of trying to destroy the telescope. If you violate these rules, I will not help you any further. I will lecture all of you about your behavior without hesitation if you do that.”

“But what if the Autobots start the fight?”

“I’ll lecture them too. Don’t fucking try me.” You countered. It’s been a long time already, you can feel the pain creeping up to a painful level. After grabbing another tissue from your bag, you coughed up more blood.

You need to get back to your dorm soon, if the painkillers fully wear off you don’t know how you can escape.

“Now, I’d like to return to campus before my painkillers wear off. Can you please bring me back?” you tried your best to be polite, but right now you’re starting to get desperate. It must have been an hour at the very least, and you need to get back before you’re paralyzed by pain.

“Not so fast, young lady. We never got your name, and based on what Thundercracker said, I’d rather have you be under supervision.” Megatron turned to the purple robot, “Shockwave, bring her to your lab and prepare the scanners. I’ll leave her in your hands.”

Oh no. Oh no no no no NO. That’s the last thing you want happening.

���♢♢

A group of Autobots were on the campus, talking to various humans.

“I was looking outside the window during lab. This purple and black robot picked someone up, turned into a purple light and just… disappeared with them!” a tall brunet said, gesturing to the spot the abduction happened.

Prowl frowned. He knew it was Skywarp, no other Decepticon had that ability. He’ll have to inform Optimus Prime once he finished speaking to who he was speaking to.

“Do you know the student who was kidnapped?” Optimus Prime asked the young blonde-haired woman standing in front of him.

“Yes. Y/N L/N is my roommate. I know that today she’s starting her cycle, which for her is incredibly painful. She needs to take pretty intense painkillers so she can function during this. I didn’t see her before I left for work, but I made sure to get her a snack so that she could eat something when she got up before I left.”

“What is that cycle? Is this something that organic life experiences?” He asked.

She tapped on her phone for a bit before looking back up at the Autobot leader, “All animals with a uterus and ovaries have an ovarian cycle, in order to prepare for a potential pregnancy,” she showed the diagram on her phone’s screen, “the uterus creates a lining, which sheds if a pregnancy doesn’t happen in a period called menstruation, or just a period, for humans. This lining is called endometrium. This lining, however, can end up outside the uterus, and in rare cases can go all the way up to the brain. This is called endometriosis, and is what Y/N has and what causes her the intense pain.”

“For her, there is endometrium in her lungs. She coughs it out during her period sometimes.”

Ratchet approached the two. “You mention that, and earlier the painkiller she takes. How long ago was that?”

The woman checked the time, “About five hours ago, based on the time she usually wakes up on this day of the week.”

“And when does it wear off?”

She paused. “After six hours, she’s back to regular unmedicated pain.”

Optimus got up. “Thank you, Miss Emily. We will find her as soon as we can.”

“Can I come with you? I don’t know how willing Y/N is going to be while she’s in pain around strangers.” Emily asked, “I’ll do my best to stay out of danger, and keep close.”

Ratchet grimaced, “It’s going to be dangerous. I doubt we have any weapons that you can use, if you can even hold them.”

“I understand your sentiment, old friend. However, she has a point. I doubt that Y/N will be pleased to have more Cybertronians trying to take her. Especially if she’s in terrible pain.”

Sighing in defeat, Ratchet turned to Emily, “Fine. We’ll bring her along.”

♢♢♢

Before you could protest, Shockwave grabbed you and started walking away. You thrashed in his hand, trying to wriggle out to run away and hide. Your efforts, however, bore no fruit, and only made Shockwave hold you tighter.

He put you in some kind of container, too tall for you to climb out.

“Soundwave, can you come to my lab with Rumble and Frenzy? Lord Megatron requested me to do scans of the human Skywarp found. She’s being difficult, I need those two to restrain her so I can do the scans without her attempting an escape.”

“Understood.” a voice was heard, likely coming from Shockwave.

After some time, a cobalt blue figure walked into the lab. They were the same size as Shockwave. Two significantly smaller figures followed them in tow; one purple, one black.

“So,” the blue one looked at you, “this is the human?”

“Yes.” Shockwave replied, grabbing you and putting you on some kind of table. They removed your bag, so you couldn’t grab a hammer and thwack anyone even if you tried.

“Rumble, Frenzy, restrain the human so we can do the scans.” The blue one ordered. The small figures jumped onto the table, grabbing your limbs and pushing them into the table. Honestly? That’s pretty painful. You tried to fight, kick, anything, but their grip was unrelenting.

“Stop wiggling, fleshy!” one of them tightened their grip.

Some kind of scanner descended to your chest, stopping a few centimeters above you. It whirred to life, and a red light shone onto your chest. It shifted around, scanning from your chest to your pelvis. After a few minutes, the light turned off.

“Peculiar.” Shockwave stated.

“Is this what human internals look like? How strange.” The cobalt one tilted their head, then looked at you.

“Rumble, Frenzy, release.” They ordered, and the two robots holding you by the limbs released you. However, you couldn’t run, as Shockwave grabbed you. The change from laying down to being vertical made you feel the menstrual blood leak out of your cervix, sending shivers down your spine.

“Do you even know what you’re trying to look for? There’s nothing that you can base it on!” you yelled.

“Intuition.” Shockwave rebutted, putting you back in the container. Jarred once again.

The pain creeps up once more. The whole restraining debacle distracted you for some time, but now you realized that the medication is almost out. In a few minutes, you’ll be in fetal position from the pain. Even breathing is a struggle.

Alarms.

“Autobots infiltrated the base, I repeat, Autobots have infiltrated the base.” the announcement rang.

Shockwave and the others left, leaving you alone. This was your chance. Opening up your bag, you grabbed a hammer. Can you even break the glass? Might as well find out.

Walking to one of the corners, you slammed the hammer. A crack formed, and you continued to slam and slam and slam until a large enough opening was made. You walked out of it after putting your hammer away. After going to the side opposite the hole, you dropped and rolled onto the floor. It was time to run and find a small enough place to hide.

You ran out of the lab, zooming through the halls to find somewhere small. Somewhere you could fit and they could not. After a few minutes of running, you found a small slit in the wall that you could just barely squeeze into, so you went in it. It took some time, and your chest especially was squashed, but the slit went to a tiny area, where the slit was the only exit. Curling up into a corner, you waited. The slit is too short for the two who restrained you to fit anyway.

You heard fighting and yelling approaching you. From where you were, they couldn’t see you. After a bit of time, it quieted down.

Voices.

“We haven’t seen the missing person at all. Where could she be, Prowl?” one asked.

“Who knows? Y/N might be trapped somewhere.”

They know your name. Why do they know your name? You didn’t tell any of them your name.

Unless… they’re a rescue party? Moving was a struggle for you, the pain was getting too much. You doubt you could speak right now either.

“Wait. That tear in the wall. Could she be in there?” the voice pondered, getting closer to where you were.

“I’m checkin’ it. Emily’s with Blaster ‘n’ Wheeljack, right? If Y/N’s here, contact them.”

They know Emily? Your roommate? Well, that complicates things.

A large black finger entered the slit, widening it just a tiny bit. “Hey! Are you in there?” they asked. All you could do is whimper in reply.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of here!” they promised.

“Jazz, I contacted them. They should arrive in a moment.”

More footsteps.

“We’re here!” a familiar voice trilled. They are indeed talking about that Emily, the one who is your roommate. Both of you are enrolled in the university’s STEM program, so you have a few classes together. You’re both part of the color guard as well, which is pretty well known for the futuristic masks that the marching band wears as well.

“Do you think you can fit through that? I mean, Jazz, he made it bigger, but it still looks small.” An unfamiliar voice asked.

“If Y/N can fit it, I can.” Emily said, and you heard her step in through the slit.

“That bad?” Emily asked. You turned to her and gave her the stink eye.

“Hey! STEM girlies gotta stick together, y’know? Stop giving me that look.” Emily retorted.

She took out your painkillers from her bag. “I hope yain’t mad about me yoinking your painkillers, I knew that by the time you were found the meds would’ve fully worn off and you’d need to take them again. Here,” she gave you the bottle. You did your best to remove the lid, took one, and swallowed it dry. Ideally, you would’ve had something to drink since it tastes absolutely horrible, but eh.

You put your painkiller bottle in your bag. Emily grabbed you by the waist, hoisting you up to your feet, “C’mon, up at it. Let’s get back.” Both of you walked toward the slit, and left the hiding spot.

There were four of the alien robots. They all had blue eyes, unlike the ones who abducted you.

“Prime, we got ‘er!” The one with a blue visor and black hands said. “We’re gonna get ‘em back now.”

“I’ll hold them.” A red robot said.

Emily introduced them, “The red one’s Blaster, the one with the two trapezoids where his ears should be is Wheeljack, the cop car lookin’ guy with the red eyebrows is Prowl, and the one with the visor is Jazz. They’re all good dudes, even if Prowl’s grumpier than my pawpaw.”

“Don’t call me old.” Prowl growled.

“How old are you again? You’re a peepaw in my eyes.” you could hear Emily’s smirk, it made you chuckle.

“At least she sounds better!” Jazz jokes, “At Prowl’s expense, that is.”

“Shockwave’s lab is nearby. I’ll catch up to all of you later, I think there’s something there that might be useful.” Wheeljack stated.

“Alright. Don’t get killed, Wheeljack.” Prowl ordered, and Wheeljack ran to the lab you escaped from.

Blaster brought a hand to you and Emily, “Well? Hop on, I won’t bite.” Emily brought you to his hand, and he brought you to one of his shoulders and put Emily on the one opposite you.

“Let’s go.” And so, the five of you left. You gripped onto one of Blaster’s neck cables, mostly for reassurance on your part. The bouncing of Blaster zooming made you bounce a little bit, but you knew he was trying not to make you two bounce too much.

♢♢♢

After you got on the small ship, you were met with a few other of the Autobots. The tallest of them was red and blue, with windows on his chest. Next to him was a mostly white with orangish red accents.

“Good, you found her.” The blue one said, smiling.

“Optimus, should I look at her? They might’ve injured her.” The red and white one asked. You coughed into your elbow again, and let go of Blaster’s neck cable.

“Y/N’s not injured from what I can tell, Ratchet. I was able to give her the painkiller.” Emily told the Autobot.

“Which tastes AWFUL.” you added.

“Right. I forgor, sowwy.” and now Emily is UwUing. Great. That’s usually reserved for when color guard practice happens, or when she pops into the band room to bring you and the other brass members some cursed snack that the store she works at sells. Usually with some kind of beverage for you. Emily may be cursed, but she’s an awesome friend and roommate. You remember the time she recorded you and several other brass members doing a reenactment of I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys. She’s a champ when she wants to be.

“Well, since you coughed up some endometrium, I’m going to take a little sample.” Ratchet grabbed some kind of scalpel, grasping your arm and using it to scrape some of that sweet sweet lung endometrium.

“I’ll ask Perceptor to look at it.” Ratchet walked away.

“Where’s Wheeljack?” Optimus asked.

“Went to look in Shockwave’s lab, I think he should be here around…”

The doors opened, and footsteps ran inside and the door closed.

“Now.” Prowl finished.

“Wheeljack, what did you find?” Optimus asked, with everyone turning to the Autobot.

“Well, there was a clear container that was broken in the corner. Guess that’s where Y/N was put. Along with that,” he showed a hologram, likely the result of the scans, “I noticed this on the screen.”

Optimus approached, looking at it. “Show this to Ratchet once he gets back.”

“We should bring these two back. I’ll inform the authorities that Y/N was found, and has sustained no injuries.” Optimus ordered.

“Jazz, navigate the ship to the university.” Optimus ordered, letting Jazz leave to the cockpit.

After a few more orders, and Blaster placing you and Emily down on the floor, the both of you were left with Prowl.

“Miss L/N, I have a question for you.”

“What’s the question?” you asked.

“Is there any way to reduce the pain, or how long it lasts without your medication?” Prowl asked.

You’d answer, but that involves telling Prowl about sex. And, to be perfectly honest, fucking anyone you barely know is a turn-off to you, especially a giant alien robot that is literally thrice your size. You do not feel fuckable right now, try again later when you’re not bleeding from the cervix and lungs my dude. Do they even have penises? Well, they could use their fingers… No, don’t be horny, Y/N. Are you still ovulating? That likely explains the fact that you actually considered explaining sex and possibly… let’s stop that thought.

“Well, heat can help a little bit.” Good save, Emily. Good save. “It all depends on the person, though.”

“Also, Jazz and Blaster wanted me to ask you this, but what is this… trombone suicide thing Emily mentioned?” Ah. Emily snitched to Prowl.

“It’s a very complex move involving multiple brass instruments, usually trumpets or trombones. If you turn the wrong way, you’ll either bonk trombones or smack your fellow brassist in the face. There’s also the trumpet suicide, sousaphone suicide, and I’m trying to figure out how to do it for the color guard. Also, you’re playing the instrument while doing this.” you explained.

Prowl sighed, most likely in relief, “It isn’t literal, at the very least. That’s a relief.”

After a few more questions, and fortunately sex did not come up during that time, Optimus came back.

“We’ve arrived, let’s get these two back.” Optimus announced.

Walking with him and Prowl, you got tackled by one of your band mates. A good chunk of the brass section and color guard were there.

“Glad you’re back, Y/N!” the one who tackled you said, helping you get up.

After some time, and a little bit of discussion, you and Emily left to go back to the dorm with the others. The sun was setting, and the events of today left you tired and having menstrual munchies. Hopefully you won’t have to deal with the alien robots again.

A mechanical bird observed from a lamppost, watching the two figures enter the building. Even though the Decepticons failed to keep the student from the Autobots, there was still an opportunity to use her. Once they were fully gone, the black and red robot flew away.

[condenhorn]

short, insecure m!reader + tomas

content: NSFW, fluff, HUUUGE praise kink, tomas has a cunt, idolization, implied slow burn, OOC for tomas(?), hung reader

a/n: found out that tomas was 6’0-6’2 in the older games so i wanted to do something. sorry in advance bc i didn’t double check spelling and grammar before posting…enjoy!

enrolling to be a part of the lin kuei was difficult, especially since majority of them doubt your ability and presence because of your unfortunate size circumstances, but tomas gave you the benefit of the doubt from the beginning. that’s how you grew to adore him.

though you certainly had the strength, you were not the best at stealth, giving their location away was a definite feature that made bi-han angry and kuai liang disappointed. but with practice from tomas, it was much less of a problem.

putting your damnest into missions to make tomas proud. to the point where you overloaded yourself to take care of everything. and that was the last thing tomas ever wanted. for you to burn and stress yourself out over the missions because of first impressions.

to the point where he had to beg bi-han to stop giving you missions for a while until you got yourself together. while he knew that you could handle your ground, it still doesn’t equate to him nearly having a panic attack when you got injured one day and didn’t wake up until hours later.

dabbing the blood off your arms, bandaging your scars, spreading hydrogen peroxide—for it to burn like hell— but it was reassuring. warm. his hands rough and calloused, but they were tender as he nursed you back to good graces. sayin that he was proud of your work but you had to calm down before you kill yourself. and with those eyes, how could you say no?

and you notice that each time he has to stitch you up, he pats your head or shoulder as a sign of encouragement. that you’re still kicking at the end of the day, and that alone was enough to keep you going. to get stronger and better.

begging to spar with either of the brothers. with tomas willing to help you out all the time with a sweet smile. and that’s how your adoration soon turned into a crush. that you were doing the best you can and improving as much as you can. and tomas was your cheerleader through and through.

one day while he was tending to you again after getting an arrow to your side during a mission, he patted your head, saying that you did a great job and that you shouldn’t stress about it.

you were down in the dumps because this was the umpteenth time this week that you’ve gotten injured during a mission and it has taken a dig at your self confidence and worth. being shorter than average is enough trouble even outside the lin kuei but messing up constantly was worse.

on the verge of breaking down, you hug tomas, startling him as you press your face against his chest and nearly lifted him up in the air from how tight you held him. muttering that you’re forever grateful for him. that you want to get better for him. so that he doesn’t have to worry about you anymore, much as he is now.

tomas’s body was growing hot under your touch, stiffening with shallow puffs. but he still continued to pat your head as you held him close for what seemed to be a lifetime, a relieved breath from him as he cards his fingers through your hair, rewording his praises to bring you more motivation.

since then, there’s been a tonal shift in your relationship. tomas was open to hugging you more often, you notice that he presses your head between his pecs each time he does which doesn’t make your crush on him any better. in fact it makes it worse. hearing his heartbeat felt forbidden oddly.

or oddly enough as his brothers has to point out how long tomas held you for. making him clear his throat, saying sorry, and suddenly breaking the hug apart which left you feeling empty. your eyes betrayed as he walked off to train with the brothers eyeing you, both getting a jist of what’s going on. bi-han rolling his eyes and kuai liang with a shit eating grin, you now shutting down every question they ask.

you’ve had enough, the crush made you distracted during spar sessions and potentially missions when tomas was close by. he was racking your brain in a good and bad way. it hurt. and you know it’ll hurt when you finally confess your feelings to him, expecting nothing to come out of it.

but when you see his eyes widen and his body stiffened, suddenly there was a sign. a subtle but clear sign as his eyes started to avoid yours. fingers tracing over his weapon.

you asked him how he felt and he was unable to respond, seeing that his cheeks grew hot under his mask confirmed it. but you still wanted to hear it. hear from tomas that he wanted you as much as you wanted him until he confirmed your suspicions.

and now you were definitely giving it your all in missions as to not mess up. because afterwards was time with tomas. and that’s time that can never be replaced. though you do get injured now once in a while—which still takes a dig at your self worth—you understand that it’s a part of being human and what makes you human; trial and error.

and trial and error it was since the thought of fucking tomas was awkward. you were nervous about hurting him or not satisfying him enough. but when tomas saw your cock for the first time, his cunt throbbed from how long and thick it is. guessing what you lack in height makes up with your cock because damn, was he wishing for you to confess earlier than you did.

tomas was more than willing for you to fuck him but you refused, sticking to eating him out and rubbing one out before going back every time. and each time this happened, tomas grew more and more desperate.

his cunt was begging, aching for it. even insisted on teasing you with his dripping cunt before you shot him down again and again and again. but little did he know that it was chipping away at your walls when he spread his pussy and looked at you with somber eyes once you had him come in your mouth, wishing, pleading for a tease of your cock. anything. even allowing him to suck you off was something. but you refused all.

with a time crunch—having a mission in fifteen minutes with bi-han on the prowl—tomas took his chance and pulls you into the nearest bathroom available, stripping his shirt while slotting his lips with yours.

he pushes you onto the toilet, making you see as he strips himself of his pants for him to reveal his dripping pussy, his shirt hanging off his upper limbs. eyes trailing down to your lingering bulge.

before you could have the chance to protest, he was already pulling your pants down, your cock slipped out of them proudly and twitched with tomas’s breath grazing. cursing yourself, you refused him at first, saying the same things you said beforehand but tomas shut you down quickly, saying that it wasn’t fair that you satisfied him but he couldn’t do the same to you.

muttering that he wish he could suck you off, tomas hoped for a next time as he hovered over your cock, your tip gliding against his folds prior to him sinking on your cock. choking on his breath as he held your head close to his bare chest, whimpering from how you filled him. stretching him out over your dick muddled your mind of any regrets you had of fucking tomas, his walls practically clinging onto your cock.

once his thighs were flushed with yours, tomas was shaking, his heart quickening had you asking if he was okay, rubbing his backside. to his reply whining that he underestimated how big your cock was and he was on the verge of cumming.

but tomas’s cunt tensing around you was agonizing to say the least when you fuck into him slowly, hearing his pleas and wants for you to go faster, that you were doing a good job with him moving with you.

and that kept you going at an all time high with tomas squirted over your thighs and cock not even a few minutes in, the sounds of your dick fucking into tomas grew louder, the latter slumping his head against the crook of your neck to muffle his cries.

don’t stop. oh god, don’t stop, tomas babbled continuously. his legs giving in had you hoist him up, prying apart his asscheeks and fucking into him effortlessly. chasing that high, wanting more of tomas’s praise. balls slapping against ass, tears wetting skin and legs quivering with tomas’s desperate mewls.

with your cock twitching inside of him, tomas squirted a second time, his juices coating your cock again while contracting your cock to cum inside him already. grunts and groans as your pace fastened. zoning in on the tight, wet walls surrounding your dick.

for the final time, you rammed inside tomas and came, wet hot stickiness filled deep inside tomas with him barely able to muffle his screams. heart beating out of his chest while you rubbed his sides to cool him down, kissing his neck had him shiver under your touch and whimper that it felt too good.

you guys definitely got your asses handed to you after you arrived thirty minutes later than you’d hoped, bi-han endlessly scolding the two of you and having to train overtime.

at least you’re not compensating for something, but you do learn that the more you stay, the more people welcome you for who you are as a fighter. though they did doubt your abilities at first, tomas is your number one backer, your first supporter through and through.

and tomas loves to give you a reward for each mission you complete, so that’s something to look forward to <3

[ncis-yp]

Maybe… (Tony x reader) [FLUFF]

You stood up in the bathroom. Your hands were shaking, you were incredibly embarrassed. Your eyes were welling up with tears.

“Hey (y/n) wanna go t-“ he stopped and looked at you. “What happened?”

“I’m sorry Tony” you say shakily. He embraces, he looked and saw the blood on the sheets. He understood what you were so upset about.

“It’s okay (y/n). It’s gonna be okay” he rubs you back kicking the door closed. “What did you come to the bathroom to do? Change? Make up? What was it beautiful?”

“Shower to wash my hair” you sniffled into Tony’s shoulder as he rocked you back and forth.

“Okay then let’s do that” he let you go and kissed your lips softly. He turned on the water and helped you undress, not hesitating at your bloody pj pants. “I’ll let you do the rest okay?” You nodded.

“Thank you Tony” you say. He kissed your head and smiled.

“Of course” he picked up your pjs and told you to leave your underwear in the sink. He closed the door.

Tony’s POV~

There was a decent size stain on the bed. But nothing hydrogen peroxide, bleach, and hand wash, and a full wash couldn’t treat. Those poor white sheets, I thought.

I went into the bathroom and grabbed the hydrogen peroxide from underneath the sink and grabbed her underwear. I started on the underwear, letting the water run over it in the guest bathroom, while I treated the bed. I got most the stain out with peroxide, the bleach handwashing helped a lot. Her pj pants were waiting to be washed in the machine.

I grabbed her a dark towel and new sheets from the laundry room as I started the wash. I put the towel in the bathroom for her, a long with a fresh pad and a tampon from her bag… (yes I opened her backpack for a tampon and pad). Changed the sheets and opened the window for some fresh light.

When I tell you, she looked so cute when she came out of the bathroom, God was she precious. Hair wet and all clean. Smelling just like men’s soap.

Your POV~

You walked out and saw Tony sitting on the bed watching TV. You took that moment of fresh air and lighting to appreciate your boyfriend. You noticed the bed and sheets were made, pjs were gone, and there was a fresh pad and tampon in the bathroom for you.

“Hi gorgeous” he says acknowledging you. “You know, you always look so sexy when you come outta the shower, I don’t know what it is. But it makes it even better that you’re all mine today and I don’t have to share you with work” he pulled you into the bed.

“Tony I’m on my period” you giggle, pointing out the white comforter and sheets.

“Okay and???” He responds still pulling you close to him. “You can still cuddle with me (y/n). I wanna give you some love and affection” you allowed him to pull you deeper into his arms. “Besides… everything is washable” he contentedly sighed into your hair.

You smile at his words. Holding onto this moment of genuine love. Regardless of how white the sheets were compared to how red blood can be if you leak through. Tony didn’t care that you bled out on the bed last night, he cared more about you getting your shower than his bed.

“So… bottomless mimosas and waffles for breakfast?” Tony asks. “I’m hungry” he says bashfully.

“Ugh you know me so well” you jump outta bed. “I drive”

“Not my Mustang” he says following you.

“No, my challenger” you jingle your keys. “Or.. we can ra-“

“(Y/n) we are not racing” he picks you up. “I’m driving, you’re the princess” he smiles. And you follow suit

“Not my challenger”

“No, my Mustang” he winks

[yuurivoice]

Hydrogen peroxide helps take out blood stains but you can only purchase 3% which doesn't really do all that well it just spreads the blood out which is a pain

35% helps way more but like I said you can't legally purchase any amount over 3%. My whole point is does Auron bother to do any of these or is buying new clothes a better option (cuz rich)

I would say he knows that sort of thing, no because of practice, but because he's very likely had to do research while writing his little stories. (Imagining his reaction to someone calling them his little stories is hilarious.)

He's not just rich in the way that you could throw away clothes and get new ones like it was the natural thing to do, he has people hand deliver entire different outfits in the process of taking the evidence away for removal. His fixer would be responsible for that.

I imagine that after Derek's deletion, shortly after his conversation with Charlie, he just straight up changed clothes in front of the goons, Jessie, Charlie, and the fixer all while still talking business. They were probably together late into the night figuring out the new chain of command, establishing Jessie as the boss, weeding out any sort of Derek loyalists (I don't think there were any at that point lol) and doing a breakdown of wtf needs to happen moving forward.

Charlie, sat at a table, chin posted on his hand as he dozes off like he used to do in class. Auron taking notes and walking Jessie through things. Jessie only halfway there because she's never killed a man, but she's moreso concerned about the death of her relationship with Seth. Fixer rolling up Derek in a rug, hauling out that bloody desk with two weird railroad spike sized holes in it.

I've thought about it a lot and it's all very amusing.

[bitchyycapricorn]

Almost There

Peter Parker x Ghost!Reader

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

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Wordcount: 1.9k

Synopsis: Peter enters his apartment that night expecting to find an empty bed. But instead, he comes face to face with your transparent glowing figure.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, mentions of needles and injuries, showering with cloths on, mentions of death, mentions of afterlife but no specific religion.

AN: All events of FFH and NWH didn’t happen. Not edited.

It was not until late that night that Peter was once again creeping through the window of his apartment, beat up and bleeding worse than usual. His chest had taken a nasty gash, one that was far too deep for him to heal naturally without any help. So as he stumbled into his dark room the only thing on his mind was the first aid kit Aunt May kept under the bathroom sink.

“You are hurt,” Your voice drifted through the room, seemingly coming from all directions before you appeared on Peter’s bed once again. Peter’s head snapped towards you, eyes fixating on you luminous figure. “Peter, do you need help?”

“Help?” The word felt weird as it came out of his mouth. He had never asked anyone for help after a nasty night, not even May. He paused a moment, leaning on his desk as he tries to catch his breath. “Are you able to help me?”

You nod and get up from your place on the bed. You make your way over to Peter, hoping to take a better look at his wounds since you vaguely remember helping your mother stitch up those who got injured during street fights and could not pay to go to the hospital. “May I see it? The cut on your chest.”

Peter’s eyes lock on yours as the feeling of sudden anxiety washes over him. Despite being a super hero, he doesn’t exactly strip in front of girls and flaunt his muscles. “Uh, isn’t that a bit, personal?” Peter asks, trying to avoid making eye contact with the ghost.

“Peter you are bleeding, you will die if we don’t get you properly cleaned and stitched up.” Your voice is soft, soothing even. You now stand directly in front of Peter, you hand slowly reaching out to examine the wound. He is almost positive your hand will go right through him but it doesn’t. Instead he watches as your hand goes solid, like it did last night when you were playing with the sheets.

His brows scrunch slightly in confusion, “How do you do that? Just make your hands appear I mean.”

You shrug, still fiddling with his suit, checking around the very bloody fabric. “I don’t know, It is like moving my hands or my legs. I just know and my body listens.” You confess, unsure how to answer beyond that. “You are very injured, I need to clean the wound.” You declare, nodding at Peter to strip once again. “Go on, take the costume off and meet me in the bathroom. I will clean you up there.” And with that, you were walking straight through the wall in Peter’s room and into the bathroom.

Peter watched for a moment unsure on whether or not he should follow. Eventually, he reluctantly let his legs carry him out of his room and into the bathroom where he found you waiting for him with the first aid kit laid out on the sink. You turned to face him, eyes once again skimming his body, hinting that the suit had to go. “Do I really need to-“

“Please just remove the suit. You will make things so much easier if you just took the stupid suit off.” Peter eyes you cautiously, surprised that you actually raised your voice at him.

You turn to face him once more, trying to get a better look at his wound. A gasp escaped your lips as he fully stands back up. The size of the gash stretches from the middle of his chest down to his left hip. You quickly turn around, walking over to the shower and turning it on. You make your way back to the skink, checking to make sure you have hydrogen peroxide and ethanol alcohol before facing Peter once more.

You nod towards the running water, “Get in the shower, I will help clean you to prevent infection.”

“Whoa, I know you’re technically dead but you want me to just strip in front of you? I’ve never been naked in front of a girl before! Except for May, but that was before she learned how to knock!” Peter rambled, as he slowly backed away from you.

You roll your eyes, moving towards Peter anyways. “My mother was a home nurse. She would often help hose down patients in the shower. Now take your suit off, leave your underwear on, and get in that shower.” You demand, pulling him back into the middle of the bathroom.

Peter stares at you for a moment, he can still feel the deep cut on his chest bleeding and he admittedly feels pretty weak. Letting out a sigh, Peter removes his suit, laying it down on the counter. “Okay now what?” He mumbles, avoiding your eyes.

“Shower.” You state simply, grabbing his hand and dragging him under the water. Your hands slowly work your way up and down his sweaty and dirt caked body, scrubbing off any and all bacteria in the process. Peter couldn’t help but admire your determined face, the way your eyebrows pinched together when you focused on cleaning him up. Your hands felt nice as they worked, doing a great job cleaning him up. Yet at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel weird that only your hands were there. The rest of you was still just a prominently transparent figure. It was odd to him the way that water ran right through you. Along with the fact that he could see a fuzzy and distorted looking shampoo bottle right through your middle section.

Peter continues to watch you work, allowing you to rinse him off before shutting off the shower and leading him back into the humid bathroom where you have him sit on the counter. “Why are you doing this?” He asks, genuinely curious as to why you’re so inclined to help him after only knowing each other for about a day.

“You’re hurt, and it’s always been my dream to be a nurse. Since I’m dead, er well, only half alive, this is the closest I’ll get to helping someone.” You reply as you begin to apply the alcohol soaked pad gently to his wound. “Also, I quite like you so far. You let me lay with you despite us being strangers. It hasn’t been easy since my little friend left.”

Peter gives you a small smile, “Right, the little boy who used to live here. What was his name?”

You let out a soft sigh, wishing the young boy wasn’t burned into your mind the way he was. “Elijah,” you say finally, your fingers faltering for just a moment. “But I’d call him Eli for short.”

“You said they left because he was seeing things?”

You nod, grabbing a needle and thread from the kit. “It was my fault they left. He began drawing picture of me at school, telling teachers I was his big sister. He…he was an only child.” You slowly began to sew up the gash, trying your best to go quick so it wouldn’t hurt him too much.

Peter winced at the feeling, nodding his head at your story. “I’m really sorry, Eli left. You know it isn’t your fault, right? I mean, you couldn’t have know that he’d go and tell people or that his parents would move.” Peter offered, gritting his teeth at the pain of the needle.

“No, I didn’t. But I’m still the reason regardless.” You finished the stitch, looking back up into Peter’s eyes. “It’s okay though, you’re here now.” You give him a soft smile, stepping away from his body, giving him room to leave.

Peter hopped off the counter, examining his stitches in the mirror. “Thank you for fixing me. Oh, and also for revealing yourself.”

You let out a small chuckle, “Yeah, I realize seeing me must’ve been a bit shocking. Given you and your aunt have only been moved in for about a month now. Why you here anyways?”

“Well, I moved here for MIT and Aunt May got a raise so we thought it would be nice to move to a safer neighborhood where I go to school.” Peter laughs, realizing the slight irony.

You smile, pushing your hair out of your still ghostly face. “Don’t you like, sneak out and fight crime every night or something?”

“Yeah, Spider-man, your friendly neighborhood superhero!” He beams.

A giggle involuntarily erupts from your throat, “You’re such a dork!”

“And you can actually talk normally.” Peter shoots back. You cock an eyebrow at him, causing his face to flush red. “You sounded so sophisticated before, thought you from the 1800s or something.”

A smile spreads across your face and you look down embarrassed, “No, not from the 1800s. Promise I’m not that old. Since I’m half dead I still age.”

“Really? So how old are you then?” He asks, suddenly intrigued.

“We’ll let’s see,” you hum, trying to recall everything. “I died when I was 11, that was what, 8 years ago?”

“You’re 19?”

“That sounds right.” You nod, letting out a small huff. “And you Spider-Man?”

He’s caught off guard by the question being flipped, “Oh, just turned 20.”

“You’re still living with your aunt ?” You tease, poking his chest lightly.

“I’m in college!” He defends as he throws his hands up. “Also, don’t talk to me about living with my aunt! You’re technically living with her too!”

You roll your eyes, letting another laugh escape your lips. “I guess you got me there bug boy.”

Peter smiles, looking you up and down. “You never did answer my question about why you no longer sound so sophisticated.”

“You didn’t ask it as a question, you stated it. And it’s because I get nervous around people and I freeze up.” You admit, looking over at the still wet shower.

“You get nervous? You’ve watched me strip twice now, got in the shower with me, slept next to me, oh and sewed my chest up.” He looks at you in disbelief, motioning to his practically naked body to prove his point.

“Yeah well, I’m assertive. But still nervous. I don’t know! I just want to go to bed. Let’s go.” You stutter, stepping back through the wall and disappearing.

Peter shuffles to grab his suit, exiting the bathroom and making his way back into his room. “Unfair advantage.” He deadpans, looking over to where you’re already laying on his sheets.

“Hurry up, I want to sleep so when I wake up I’m back in the other world.” You mumble. Closing your eyes as Peter changes into his pajamas.

You feel the bed dip before you hear his voice again. “Other world?” He whispers, shuffling closer to your now fully solid body. You feel his arm slowly wrap around you as he pulls you into his warm body.

“Yes, it is a lovely place. It’s like earth but clean. I live in a small cottage, and just a ways down the road is the city. Where you can buy food and go to the carnival. It’s a place without work, where everything simply runs on its own.” You whisper back, snuggling closer to Peter. “I don’t know why I can’t stay, at least why I don’t get to stay permanently. There are a few of us like that. Bound to walk the earth for 12 out of the 24 hours. That is why I’m gone when you wake. I go back to the other side.”

Peter stares at you in amazement, wishing he could follow you there. “Do you wish you were there permanently?” He asks after a moment.

Your eyes open, locking with his pretty brown ones. “No Peter, I wish I was alive.”

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[karan777]

https://introspectivemarketresearch.com/reports/hydrogen-peroxide-market/

[hearts4hughes]

Congrats on this huge milestone for the prompts list I was wondering if you could do a blurb for the prompt  “aw, sweetheart you know you don’t have to ask...come here.” And the “this might sting a little” and it could be like y/n would help him with a wound he got while playing for jack Hughes.

Hopefully that makes sense!! sorry

nora’s 500 celly !!

i’m aware iodine is what you should use for a cut, but that doesn’t sting, so it wouldn’t match with the request😭

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“babe?” jack called out from the bathroom. his voice was soft and horse. it sounded like he had been crying.

you hummed in response, placing your book down and giving him your full attention. his eyes were heavy with emotion, a frown graced his lips, and a cut adorned his cheek.

he held bandaids of various sizes in his hand with a helpless look on his face, “will you help me with my cut?”

“of course, love.” you threw the soft blanket off of your body and rushed over to him. he gave you a half smile, visibly exhausted from his game.

you signaled him to sit atop the toilet seat as you went off to grab cleaning supplies for his wound. you pour hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball and cautioned him, “this might sting a little.” he nodded in reply.

you pressed the cotton to his wound and began cleansing it. he hissed, squinting his eyes at the stinging sensation. you murmured another apology and accepted a small bandage from his hand. you applied the bandaid on his cut and pressed a soft kiss to his nose.

“i know the playoffs are hard, but i promise you, you’re doing amazing. this is the first time you’ve been in the playoffs and no matter how far you get, i’m so, so proud of you.” you reassured. he smiled at your words.

“can i have a hug, please?” his voice held insecurities as he asked you.

your lips grew into a wide grin, “aw, sweetheart you know you don’t have to ask… come here.” your arms wrapped around him in a huge hug to which he gladly relaxed into. he knew the playoffs were going to be tough but it made him feel better knowing you were going to be by his side.

[imreadydollparts]

A bit of a ramble.

I was asked if I had a pony salon wish list by a repeat customer that was interested in replenishing my supplies a bit.

I do, but it's not exactly what you might expect because part of how I can keep my salon fees so very low is that most of those supplies are paid for by my S.O. as we can grab them at the store during our regular grocery run.

But it got me thinking: Would people be interested in knowing what I use a lot of?

I've shuffled the wish lists around a bit to make them more sharable (because they were a mess), and will talk a little bit about what I use and how.

(I know punctuation and capitalization in a bullet list doesn't go like this. I don't care.)

bubble wrap is used to protect ponies in shipping

40Vol is 12% hydrogen peroxide cream, which is what I use to "retrobright" yellowed vinyl in the SunBox and it will sometimes remove stains - I don't use this up very quickly, surprisingly

I will use any dish soap, but that's the one I'm using right now because I had bought it to wash dishes but the whole family doesn't like the scent so I took it down to the salon to use up. I'll get something else when this runs out, which won't be for some time

Garnier Fructis Sleek & Shine conditioner isn't really great for repeated application to people-hair because it does build up over time, but it's excellent for a single application on synthetics. Well conditioned hair flat irons better than dry hair (and feels nicer, too).

I absolutely burn through melamine sponges. They're excellent at removing grime from vinyl that doesn't come off with a gentle hand-washing or toothbrush scrubbing. Anything acetone can take off, a melamine sponge can, just slower. Melamine sponges are micro-abraisives and will take the shine off of things.

larger envelopes for larger numbers of ponies sold on eBay

smaller envelopes. I prefer these envelopes to boxes because it keeps the shipping weight down, and ponies do just fine wrapped in paper, then bubble wrap, then in an envelope. For larger orders I reuse boxes from other things.

packing tape doesn't need much explanation. I tape boxes shut with it.

I wrap every pony in packing paper both to help keep their hair in place during shipping and to keep them from touching each other in the case that one has that particular yellow hair that likes to stain when it gets hot, or has colorant leeching that I don't want to transfer from one pony to another

cellophane tape is used to close the paper towel strips that I use to set their hair

Paper towels are cut into strips to use as hair setting strips, used to clean up areas that I don't want the mess getting onto my work cloths (I do mean cloths, not clothes) nor in my washing machine like rusty oxy clean goop, rusty tail washer chunks, or bits of hair that were combed out. I also use paper towels to strain the cleanser bath when I'm doing deflockings. I prefer to put all those little bits of plastic filament in the trash rather than down the drain. I'd like to get some full-size paper towels for straining flocking fluids because the perforated line is a weak point that sometimes breaks but it seems they're all half-size, now. Coffee filters are too slow and get gunked up too fast by the debris and glue residue from deflocking.

acetone is used to remove factory paint, or you know how sometimes paint from something else sticks to a pony, and smooth out rough areas

L.A.'s Totally Awesome concentrate has many uses in my salon. I use it to remove Mattel head glue, deflock ponies, and remove nail polish from areas where acetone would remove factory paint

This is is the things I wouldn't mind getting for the salon.

You may or may not know that the salon is currently mostly in the basement bathroom. Don't worry, no one uses that bathroom, so there are no potty particles flying around.

Towels are just for laying out on the wire shelves where I dry ponies, or laying on the floor when I need more room to dry ponies. I often do a hundred or so ponies all at once and need a lot of space to work.

There is no counter space in there at all, and it's honestly very difficult to work in there. As such, I've been looking at adjustable work benches because I have to accommodate the toilet and shower if I want to put in some work surface. It's a whole thing.

UVC light is the kind of UV light that kills off bacteria and fungus. Right now I have UVA lights in my SunBox for "retrobrighting" and wouldn't mind adding a little UVC lamp in there, just to help with cleanliness and probably also would help with smells.

The sink in there is teeny tiny and very difficult to work in, so an extension for the faucet would be really handy. I'd rather replace the whole sink, to be honest, but that's not in the cards at the moment.

A thermal printer would be really handy and let me no longer be reliant on the inkjet printer for which the ink cartridges are being discontinued, soon, and will become difficult to get a hold of. I honestly don't know if THAT one will work with my computer (I don't think my computer has Bluetooth), it's just a placeholder, really.

Obviously this isn't EVERYTHING that I use in the salon. I have an ozone generator for bad smells, paint and paint brushes, combs, brushes, flat irons, crimpers, curling irons, straws to curl hair, pipe cleaners, a massive stash of doll hair........

There's quite a lot going on down there, really.

(Since I'm putting wish lists anyway, here's the art supplies list: https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/264SH6D7R373P?ref_=wl_share )

[lumpywhump]

Hidden Scars #2: Pline

still don't know how to do the fancy word link think so boom here ya go

tw: flashbacks

"Hey, are you okay?" Kane stared at the boy. This kid, clearly no older than 12, was out in the middle of nowhere talking to a beaten up stranger who was just laying on the ground. "Mister?" "Uh—" Kane went to talk but was cut off by his own coughing and had to sit up. The boy moved to help, but Kane put up a scarred hand. "I'm fine," they coughed out, finding his pride again. He didn't need help from a child. "Where are your parents?" "Me and my mom live right over there," the child pointed to his right. "Do you guys live near a town?" Kane tried to scratch under the thick metal collar around his throat. "Yeah! Our town is really fun. Trust me, I've been to Farinsburg. We've got an ice cream store right in the center. Can I show you!?" The kid was practically jumping at the idea. "Uh… sure?" Kane shifted and all his muscles ached. "Ow ow ow," they chanted and they slowly stood up. "I have to go tell Mom where we're going and then we can go," the boy began walking. "Oh," he stopped, "my name is Pline, what's your's?" "Kane," he answered as he attempted to keep up. The twigs and bushes scraped his barely covered skin. "Wow, that's a really common name. Mine's a lot less common. My mom named me after this guy who died," Kane nodded, unsure how to reply to that. They approached a house. It was a decent size with yellow sidings and two floors. Pline pulled Kane up the stairs of the deck and opened the glass sliding door. "Mom!" Pline yelled, making the boy jump. "I found someone out in the woods! I'm going to go show them Mermaid's!" Carpeted footsteps echoed through the house until a woman appeared. "Pline, what did you find this time…" the woman trailed off as she took in Kane's appearance. He didn't know how he looked but he was sure it wasn't a pretty sight. "What happened?" She gasped. "I dunno," Pline shrugged, "found him like this. Oh! I forgot about my Lego house!" The kid ran over to the swarm of legos on the floor. "Come in," the woman beckoned.

The woman, Tammy, gently held Kane's chin as she cleaned their relatively fresh wound dragging from their nose and touching his neck. "Where are your parents?" She asked. Kane could tell she was trying to distract him from the pain. "They're in the capital," "What's your last name?" "I—" "Mom!" Pline yelled as he appeared in the doorway. "I finished my house! Can I show you?" "In a minute, I'm trying to help our friend here." Tammy poured more hydrogen peroxide on the rag. Kane hissed as rag touched his skin. "When can I show them Mermaid's?" "When he's feeling better." Tammy reached for a square bandaid to put on the first half of the wound. As she put it on, she folded the bottom so the sticky part wouldn't touch his wound. "Can you hold that?" She grabbed the second bandaid and put the top bandaid over it. "How old are you?" She picked up the rag again and moved onto his arm. "I don't know," Kane whispered. "Last I knew I was 18. What year is it?" Tammy gave him an odd look. "It's 2024," His stomach dropped and his breath quickened. It was as if a thousand bricks landed on him. "It's been two years?" He felt his eyes begin to water, but quickly wiped them away. "Heh, wow," he put on a smile and looked at Tammy. "I've been gone a while," The boy watched Tammy's face go from concern to full blown panic. "What happened?" She quickly schooled her face. "Where were you?" His voice caught in his throat for a second. "I— I don't know," he whispered as he began to stare at the wall. "There was— I didn't— oh my god." He bit his lip and began to scratch around the collar. "Hey," Tammy gently lowered the boy's hand, "why don't we get that off you, yeah?" Kane nodded, his ratty hair bouncing with the movement. He tensed as he watched Tammy's hands slowly reached for his neck. His skin throbbed under the collar as the woman felt around the back for a release button. With a satisfying click, Kane could finally breathe. Without the weight of the collar, it finally sunk in what he had done. He was free. "Holyshi— sugar!" Tammy blinked. "Uh…" she looked down at the collar. The thing was brown on the outside and black on the inside. There was a metal ring in it. The ring matched the patterns of burns on his neck. Kane stared at the floral shower curtain. He didn't want to meet the woman's gaze, afraid of what he might find.

"No one wants you now. Think about it." The boy's captor chuckled. "Why are you still here? With your family's resources they should have found you easily," Kane looked around although the blindfold was snug around his eyes, he still tried to catch a hint of light. "You're not hidden that well. They just don't want you back. They know you're ruined." A smooth finger traced the large scar on his arm. "Can't have you seen all mangled, hm?"

"Kid?" Kane blinked and returned Tammy's gaze. "You okay?" Kane was about to nod before he was interrupted. "What kind of question is that? Of course you aren't. Listen, when you're all patched up we're going to find your parents, okay?" "Uh, sure." Kane didn't want to argue with her that he was an adult. Especially because he did in fact live with his parents

[steamedscience]

PLUTO NEWS!!!! FROM TODAY!!!!

well technically it's about Charon which is Pluto's biggest moon which is half its size.... so it counts

carbon dioxide and hydrogen peroxide have been detected on detected for the first time traces of carbon dioxide and hydrogen peroxide on Charon's surface!!! hell yeah james webb telescope

for reference, water ice, ammonia, and organic materials were detected on the moon beforehand and scientists couldn't get much further than that

look at this fella

[miss-anthropyxx]

Abdomino-pelvic impalement x3 in a 17-year-old who somehow managed to not die

[Original medical journal case report] [Credit to how this was found]

A 17-year-old female fell from second floor directly over iron rods of an under-construction building at midnight. Although three iron rods penetrated inside her body, she was conscious and oriented but cried in pain. Neighbours cut the rods from the iron pillar with drilling machine and shifted the patient from accident site to the emergency department of our hospital which took 5 hours. During this interval, she was in sitting posture and could not lie down fearing additional trauma due to the penetrating rods. On examination, she was conversant and had a pulse rate of 126/minute and pallor. Two iron rods could be seen penetrating her abdomen and pelvis while the third one went through and through her gluteal region [Figure 1].

A part of her cloth also went inside the path of the iron rods. Blood clots could be seen at the entry and exit wounds. Abdomen was not distended, and child had passed clear urine once on her way to the emergency department. There was no evidence of any injury to the chest, head, neck, spine or the extremities. At arrival, along with the primary survey, an intravenous line was secured to start fluids, antibiotics and analgesics. Tetanus toxoid and tetanus immunoglobulin were administered. Simultaneously, samples were sent for routine blood investigations and cross match. Haemoglobin was 8.9 and haematocrit was 27. Chest, abdominal and pelvic skiagrams were taken to assess the passage of the rods and any bony injury. One of the rods could be seen penetrating through the right iliac bone. Another rod went through and through the ascending colon just distal to the ileo-caecal junction and also the right iliac bone. There were no major vascular or urinary injuries. All the solid organs were spared. Resection of the jejunal segment containing the two perforations was done followed by end-to-end jejuno-jejunostomy.

Patient was shifted to the operation theatre and was put in left lateral position between the operation table and shifting trolley, so that the rods came in between the trolley and the operation table. In this position, patient had induction of anaesthesia using 100% oxygen for 3 minutes followed by Etomidate (100 mg), Fentanyl (75 mcg) and Succinylcholine (75 mg) [Rapid sequence induction], followed by intubation using cuffed oro-endotracheal tube of size 7.0. Following this, patient was maintained on Oxygen, Air and Sevoflurane, then patient was shifted to operation table in sitting posture and surgical procedure was started. Rod in the gluteal region was removed first after increasing its entry and exit wounds slightly. It was seen to pierce only the gluteal muscles. The passage was washed with hydrogen peroxide and saline and packed with betadine-soaked gauze. She was then turned supine and laparotomy was done through midline incision. One of the rods was seen to pierce the jejunum twice at approximately 30 and 40 cm from the duodeno-jejunal junction [Figure 2].

Ileo-ascending anastomosis was done after excision of the caecum along with the perforated ascending colon. No orthopaedic intervention was needed for the rod penetrating the right iliac bone. Tension suturing was done after insertion of drains in pelvis, right and left paracolic gutter. She received three units of packed cells in the peri-operative period. Patient was transferred to the Intensive Care Unit post-operatively and was there for 5 days following surgery for intensive monitoring and management. Antifungal agents were added when positive fungal blood culture was seen following fever on 3rd post-operative day. Patient passed flatus on 5th post-operative day and tolerated oral food from the next day. Drains were removed on the 5th post-operative day. Wounds over gluteal and iliac regions were conservatively managed on dressing and antibiotics. The total duration of hospitalization was 24 days and patient were discharged with advice of daily dressing of these wounds. First follow-up was after 15 days of discharge and subsequent two follow-ups were after one and three months of discharge. She has been asymptomatic on follow-ups. Figure [3] shows her scars after 3 months of discharge from hospital.

[agwitow]

Okay, the first aid thing has been bothering me...

Some terms/definitions after the poll options

Basic Supplies: adhesive bandages, basic medicine (advil/tylenol, antibiotic ointment), basic disinfectant (rubbing alcohol and/or hydrogen peroxide), and one or two extras

Moderately Stocked: as basic supplies plus, adhesive bandages in more than 2 sizes and/or shapes, gauze (pads or rolls), assorted topical ointments (2 or more of: after-bite, anti-itch, anti-inflammatory, liniment/pain rub, burn cream, specialized antibiotic ointment, aloe vera, vaseline), simple tools (tweezers, scissors), disposable gloves, and a handful of other things

Fully Stocked: as moderately stocked plus, more than 4 sizes and shapes of adhesive bandages, gauze pads and roll, medical tape, compression/tensor bandages, finger cots, assorted OTC medicines (cough syrup, muscle relaxants, pain relievers, anti-inflammatory), saline solution, assorted disinfectants (disposable wipes, rubbing alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, witch hazel, iodine), instant ice packs, and several other things

Some possible extras/other things: triangular bandages, splints, braces, sugar pills, ginger pills/candies, cough drops, cpr face shields, moleskin, safety pins, etc.

If you have a car/purse kit but less than a basic one at home, then please select the "Not a home kit" option. The last option is for those who have at least a basic kit in multiple places.

Okay, Tumblr, let's see how first aid ready we are...