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iimaginebts · 5 years ago

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The Milkmaid // pt. 6

+ Paring/ Wolf! Jungkook x reader ( milkmaid )

+ Genre/ Fluff , romance, eventual smut :)

+ Summary/ Having milk in your breast ever since you were born got you outcast from the human world but accepted in another. When you met Jungkook, your life was completely flipped over, would you choose to stay with Jungkook or part ways with him…..?

You wake up to the sound of beeping from a machine, feeling annoyed, you tried to reach out for it and turn it off only for the events of Taehyung and Seokjin to come back into your mind. Now, you panic, glancing around realized you were in a dark room, being tied down with breast pumps on your breast. You stared as you see your milk being transferred out of your body, into a glass container. You watch in horror as the glass which is about a meter tall is already three quarters filled. How long have they been pumping you?

You felt like you’ve been here for hours, after losing conscious. Oh no, where’s Jungkook? Oh god, please let him be alright. A string of thoughts filled your mind as you figure out a way to untie yourself from the ropes. Then, it suddenly dawn on you that you are half-naked with your clothes nowhere to be found. As you were busy trying to pull out from the ropes, you didn’t realize someone has stepped into the room.

“ How are you feeling, y/n? “ Seokjin asked. Flinching, you turned around to face him, glaring as you answered, “ Well, how would YOU feel being tied up with ropes with your breast being pumped for who-knows-how-long? “

Seokjin chuckled in amusement, “ Well I don’t have breast so I can’t really feel what you’re feeling right now. But you’ve been here for about 5 hours now, the machine has been pumping ever since you were tied down, resting 30 minutes after every hour. “

You looked down and your now red and swollen nipples, it stings a little on your left breast, where Jungkook had bitten a little too hard, leaving a mark. You would have been embarrassed to let a man see you being pumped for your milk, but again, he is probably the one who stripped you and placed you here.

It’s tiring you out, you can feel your energy being drained from you, you honestly really hate this feeling. You need to go out and find Jungkook but you bet this Seokjin guy would even untie you, however, he is also your only source to whatever is happening outside. “ Where’s Jungkook? Is he alright? “ the words spilled out before you can stop them.

“ Hmm... he is alright considering the point that he doesn’t have have large or life-threatening injuries. But he is also not alright with us bringing you here and so we have to drug him like how we drugged you except that his is a little stronger so that he wouldn’t continue tearing down the walls to find you. “

Oh god, you felt your head spinning around. “ How long are you guys going to keep me here? You can’t pump my milk forever right? “

“ Well, for now, we just need enough for the newborn babies to live but in the future when they are more babies, we will need to continue pumping you. I understand this is tiring, but we need you to do it, in the mean time, if you feel hungry or have any request, I will try to fulfill it for y- “

“ Okay then, I. want. to. see. Jungkook. “ you said, cutting Seokjin off while emphasizing on every word.

“ Well, let me rephrase it, I will only take care of your needs, not your wants.”

“ but I NEED Jungkook, please. I just want him to stay by my side. “ you plead.

Sighing, Seokjin walked towards the machine, “ this session is going to end in another 5 minutes, just..... relax and stop thinking too much okay? I’m going to cook some food for you, do you prefer oatmeal or barley ? “ These are both foods that helps to increase breast milk supply, you thought as you turn away, ignoring him. You heard him sigh once more before walking away.

You lay in silence for a few minutes, before the machine started to slow down to a stop. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you want to massage your breast so bad, to ease the tension but you cant even move your hands an inch. You cursed whoever that tied you so tightly, you can already imagine the red marks on your wrist after the ropes get undone. Still not giving up, you struggled again, trying your very best to break free. You realized that your left hand is tied slightly looser than your right, so you focus your energy and worked on the left instead.

You clenched and unclenched your fist, in attempt to loosen the ropes. No hope. Giving up, you lean on the bed, feeling tears prick your eyes. You miss Jungkook, you want to see him so bad, you want to go back in time and throw the necklace away, then all this trouble wouldn’t have started. Suddenly, you hear the door creak as cautious footsteps approached. You blink away your tears, expecting Seokjin.

However, it wasn’t Seokjin that you saw, it was another man, in a guard’s costume. He had light brown hair and big eyes, matching his plump lips. “ Are you y/n? “ he asked, glancing over at you, then to the tubes that connect to your breast. His voice was barely a whisper but you still caught it.

You eyed him carefully, “ Yes, who are you? “

You watch as he glance around, as if to make sure no one is around before reaching his hand into the pocket and fishing out a necklace. To be exact, its Jungkook’s necklace. How did he get it?

“ Y/n I need to to listen carefully to everything I am about to say next, and try not to interrupt me. I am Jimin, one of the palace’s guards in-charge of taking care of Jungkook to make sure he doesn’t run away. He’s been locked at the third floor in a room alone. Jungkook sent me here to tell you that he’s fine, and please don’t worry about him. He would have come find you alone but the guards are too highly guarded for him to slip away without suspicion, plus he’s hurt- “

“ He’s hurt?! Where? Is it bad? Has he gotten help yet-”

“ Calm down, y/n. I told you, he’s fine. He has gotten treatment already, and he is resting now. “ You felt as if a load of weight has been lifted off your chest, but can you really trust Jimin? You decided to put him on a test.

“ I don’t mean to sound rude but why did Jungkook trust you? And most importantly, why would you risk your life to help us?“

“ Because I used to serve Melodine, Jungkook’s mother. I’ve seen how she is being set up, it wasn’t anything like what the King or Prince Taehyung said in the hall just now. There was much more to it than what they said.“

Your heart started to race as you picked up Jimin’s words. “ Does... does Jungkook know all of these? “ It must be so hard for him to process all these facts, knowing him, he would have punched a hole in the wall already.

“ Yes, I told him everything, and that is how he decided to trust me and hand me this pendant. Although I refused to take it as it is a Royal item, he said you would believe me if I brought it along. “ You pieced everything in your mind, finding it hard to load all these information in.

“ Jimin, do you think you can loosen the ropes a little ? It’s been hurting me , I’m sure Jungkook doesn’t want me to be hurt “ you hinted. Jimin looked at you with his eyebrows knitted together as if he’s thinking hard.

“ Okay, but just a bit y/n , although I would live to release you, but this is not the time yet, we can’t ruin Jungkook’s plan “ he said, walking closer to reach out for the ropes.

“ Plan ? What plan ? “ you asked, beyond confused as Jimin’s tiny hands worked around the ropes. Just in a few minutes, Jimin made your hands feel a whole lot better, you felt as if you hands could breathe again.

“ This plan is big, y/n. It would bring the whole Kingdom down, Jungkook just need you to stay safe and trust him okay? I will come back to update you again.“ He looked at you with his clear brown eyes full of sincerity, for some reason, it makes you feel safe.

“ Okay. “ You breathed out, “ I trust him more than anything. Please tell Jungkook to stay safe as well. “

With a small smile and nod, Jimin turned and walked towards the door he came in from, before disappearing into the dark hallways.

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Part. 7

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complcatedfreak · 5 years ago

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we’re soulmates.

in which y/n and peter's class go to MOMA and they discover a big secret.

part one part two

A/N: this is a soulmate au series, which will contain both endgame and infinity war spoilers. however, this part is when they begin. Parts after this will ignore the canon.

Mj: ice cream date tonight??

Ned: I’ll ask but I don’t think it’ll be a problem

Peter: what time? it depends bc of the stark internship

Y/N: i can go :)

Peter’s smile faltered a bit when Y/N said she could go. Something inside of Peter just wanted to be around her. For the first time since he’d discovered his powers, he considered taking a day off. It was only for a brief moment before he remembered the entire city of New York is probably more important than getting ice cream with a girl he met two days ago. Just probably. Plus, he still got to see her in school and would be able to text all weekend without it being weird, you know, because of the whole groupchat thing. Peter had come to really enjoy texting Y/N. She was funny and always had an appropriate meme for whatever they were discussing. She fit right in with himself, Ned and Mj. It was nice to have her around.

Y/N was happy when Mj sent the ice cream date text to the entire groupchat, rather than the individual message Y/N had woken up to. It was originally supposed to be a ‘get to know you’ hangout session so that the girls of the group could bond, but both ladies quickly agreed it would be more fun if everyone was there. It’d be a nice way for all four of them to relax into a dynamic that worked outside of school. Plus, it would allow for Y/N to get comfortable enough for her to ask to join their group for the class field trip to MOMA that was coming up in a next week. It had only been about a week since she met them, but there was something interesting about each one of them, and it only made Y/N want to continue being around them.

The school day was about as easy as it gets for Peter. It being a Friday meant the teachers wanted to relax just as much as the students did. Maybe even more, considering it was a long weekend. Most of his day was spent trying to catch up on the novel they were reading in English and trying to keep up with the mass flood of text messages from the groupchat. Peter kept thinking about how well Y/N seemed to easily filter into their little nerd group. He was happy to have her there, but something seemed off. A pretty girl like her who’s also funny would never usually pick the three least cool kids in school to hang out with, but here she was. He was grateful she chose them. “What’cha thinking about?” Mj cheerfully interrupted his thought process, while also pulling his eyes away from the pages of the book he was supposed to be reading. “I don’t know how to explain it,” Peter answered, shocking himself. He has never been this open with Mj. “Well, Parker, I’ll listen to whatever first-world problem you have going on for a little bit,” Mj said with a fake smile plastered on her face. Honestly, Peter wanted to tell someone about it, even if it was Mj’s ridiculously sarcastic self. “Mj,” Peter started, wondering how to approach this subject, “my initials match someone’s name, they even had a line through them.” Mj’s face lit up, “PETER WHAT?” She exclaimed, drawing the eyes of everyone in his last period class. “Shut up!” Peter shushed, “It’s not a definite thing, I don’t know her middle name, but the first and last names work out and I’m scared because I kinda like her already, but I’m scared.” Peter was talking way too fast, but it seemed as though Mj understood. “Is it Y/N?” she whispered. Peter’s face immediately went red, “n-no,” Mj smirked as the bell rang, “Whatever, Parker.” “This is the last time I’m telling you anything!” Peter called as she disappeared out of the classroom door.

MJ: y/n you’re joining our MOMA group right

Y/N: is that okay? i don’t wanna intrude

MJ: i mean ur name is already on the sign-up list with is

MJ: *us

Ned: I did that :)

MJ: oh okay im excited for you to join

Why wasn’t Peter answering? After waiting for two hours after MJ’s last text, Y/N began to get insecure about joining the group because she didn’t have his approval. What if he didn’t want her around? What if he didn’t like her? Suddenly feeling very small, Y/n tossed her phone to the other side of her bed, deciding to catch up on her reading for English. She had been lost for the rest of the last unit with the whole transferring schools thing, so she didn’t want to fall behind this time. A few hours passed and she hopped between reading her novel and digging through food in the fridge. She knew she was eating out of nerves and boredom, but hey, what’s a few calories when your potential soulmate may hate you?

Peter quietly closed his bedroom window and quickly pulled off his mask. He didn’t necessarily have to be secretive anymore but walking through the front door in his spidey suit wasn’t something he wanted to risk. Stripping out of the rest of the suit, he made his way to the bathroom. He pulled out his phone to connect to the speaker in the bathroom and noticed the missed texts from the “peter “i drop chemicals because i cant do math” parker” groupchat. Y/N’s joining their MOMA group. Y/N’s joining their MOMA group! Y/N’S JOINING THEIR MOMA GROUP! He fist bumped the air, instantly feeling ten times more excited for the field trip next week. Maybe this would be his chance to find out if her middle name started with the second letter on his wrist. Peter hopes it does. Truthfully, Peter really hopes Y/N is his soulmate. He really likes her.

The weekend flew by for Y/N. Peter finally answered in the groupchat and was equally as excited that she was joining as everyone else. Besides that, it was full of homework and studying. The group did meet up for ice cream on Monday, since they were off, but Peter had to leave early, due to an internship he had with Tony Stark. Y/N liked that he was dedicated to things, as well as the fact that he was intelligent enough to be working for THE Tony Stark. Y/N has decided she really, really likes him. He’s funny, cute and smart? How could she not? He’s also really kind, which Y/N learned while they were out getting ice cream and she dropped hers. Peter instantly offered her his, as well as offered to pay for a new for her. Y/N was too shy to ever let either of those things happen, so she bought herself a new one, but even just the small gesture had her heart fluttering. So, once they got back in school on Tuesday, Y/N felt very comfortable with Peter. They hung out during homeroom, walked to classes together, and hung out at lunch. Y/N thinks Peter even tried to hold her hand because she felt his hand brush hers when they were standing together in the lunch line. She wasn’t sure, though.

To say Peter was distracted when he went out as Spider-Man after school would be an understatement. Of course, he still did his job and did it right, he just did it while recalling every moment he spent with Y/N. He knew it was becoming redundant, but he couldn’t help but to give Happy the run-down about his new updates with his potential soulmate. Happy was annoyed, but Peter thought he detected a small hint of fondness behind his tone. When he got home, Peter had the best sleep of his life. The next morning, he got up, got dressed and ran to Del-Mar’s to make sure he had something to eat on the trip. Then, he made his way to the school to check-in and find his group.

“PARKERRRR,” Ned yelled down the hallway, making both Y/N and Mj jump. Mj turned towards Peter, waved and then flipped him off. Y/N laughed, shooting him a little wave with a smile. “Aren’t you two gonna get hot?” Mj asked, gesturing to Peter’s jacket and the flannel Y/N had thrown over her shirt. “No!” Peter said very defensively. “It makes my outfit cuter,” Y/N pouted. Ned laughed, rolling his eyes at his friends.

Soon, they were all sat in their seats on the bus. Y/N and Mj were across the aisle from Peter and Ned, due to the ‘boys can’t sit with girls’ the bus-driver had instilled. Y/N happily shared her headphones with Mj, showing her new songs as her head rested against the bus window. It was a very short, comfortable bus ride and before they knew it, they were inside of New York’s Museum of Modern Art. Each group broke off, allowing the teenagers to see what they wanted to. Mj and Ned were very adamant about Elle Pérez’s Diablo exhibit, so the group headed there first. Due to their enthusiasm, Ned and Mj strayed ahead of Y/N and Peter, giving them a chance to chat. It was mindless chatter; pointing out pieces they liked along the way, pointing at some creature in the works and saying “it’s you” to each other, things like that. Nothing important.

Until they got to their final exhibit. Peter mindlessly rolled up his sleeve. Mj was right, he was getting hot, and he was too comfortable to remember he was supposed to be hiding his wrist. It was fine for about five minutes, before Y/N let out a gasp. Mj, Ned and Peter turned around to face her. Peter cocked his head, “Are you okay?” Y/N answered quickly: “Can I talk to you?”. Before Peter could even answer she was grabbing the wrist that had her initials across them and dragging him away from their friends, leaving Ned and Mj with confused stares.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked once Y/N freed him from her grip. “Peter,” Y/N’s eyes were wide, as if she was putting on a puppy-face, “my initials are on your wrist. I think yours are on mine.” She tugged the sleeve of her flannel up, showing Peter the crossed-off “PBP” that went across it. Peter broke out into a huge smile, reaching up to run his fingers across the letters. He stared at her wrist for a second before looking her in her eyes, “We’re soulmates.” Y/N nodded at his statement, pulling him in for a hug.

It was time for the ride home. Peter let go of Y/N’s hand for the first time since they had their revelation when it was time to get on the bus. They texted through most of the ride, until Y/N’s phone died. Peter sat and played games on his for a while.

Peter felt the hairs on his arm stand up (the one with Y/N’s initials on it), and immediately looked away from his phone. His eyes landed on the spiral ship behind the bus. He was immediately grateful that he brought his suit, scanning over the bus full of his classmates. His eyes lingered on his soulmate, who met his gaze. She flashed him a smile of reassurance before turning to look back out of the window. Peter tapped Ned, “I need you to cause a distraction.” Ned was panicked before his eyes landed on the ship, “oh shit. WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!” Everyone on the bus began to panic, causing the chaos Peter needed to escape. He waited until Y/N had moved from the seat across the aisle to join the crowd in the back of the bus to web out of it, prepared to help the city, and the avengers, with whatever it needed.

#not edited!!!!!#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker au #peter imagine #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #spider-man #spiderman #spider-man imagine #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #Marvel x Y/N

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jehbeeeh · 5 years ago

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What happens when you are procrastinating with school shit, worry about your grade, and listen to a song about long distance love? Apparently this…

Stony College AU - ~1300 words

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The brunette stole yet another fry from his plate, making him smile. It was the same song and dance every time. Tony claimed he wasn’t that hungry, got just a plain cheeseburger, and then stole half of Steve’s fries in plain sight. Not that Steve minded or cared, since Tony always ended up paying, even though he was the one doing Steve a favour by tutoring him. But for almost two years now, it was the same game, the same little routine. And Steve was going to miss it. Miss him, mostly.

They finish their lesson, Steve understanding at least half of what Tony explained, which is already better than what he got from the Prof, and they head out. The Spring air is still chilly this early in the season and this late at night. They walk a bit, Tony going on about his year end project – some AI that sounds a million times better than the crap they have on their phones that can never seem to distinguish between half the commands they ask of them. Steve is in awe, as he often is, of his best friend. This smart, sweet, gorgeous guy that would do absolutely anything for his friends. By now, Steve cant even deny it anymore, he’s absolutely in love with him. He isn’t even sure when it happened, but it hit him one day that he was just irrevocably in love with his best friend. But of course, how could he tell him that and risk everything they had. Having Tony in his life this way was better than not at all, right? And he just was not ready to risk that, not when he was fairly sure the feeling wouldn’t be returned.

Steve noticed before Tony even did that he was shivering as he talked. The blond was taking off his jacket and throwing it on Tony’s shoulders, the movement so natural – he’s done it a million times, cause Tony has zero self preservation skills and is never dressed for the weather – that neither of them even stops to acknowledge it, stumbles or stops talking. It just happens, like a thousand times before. But this time, Steve’s heart breaks just a little, because he knows they don’t have many more of these nights left. He knows he has to tell him. Has to sooner rather than later, before Rhodey mentions their conversation to Tony by accident. Or before Bucky does it 100% not by accident. He notices Tony has paused in his explanation, and he takes his chance.

“Hey Tones? I need to tell you something,” Steve starts, shoving his hands in his pockets to try and stop them from… well he isn’t even sure what he thinks he might do, but he knows it would be dumb.

“Of course, what’s up?” the brunette looks up at him.

“First of all, you need to know, this is not your fault, okay? You have no idea how grateful I am for you and you helping me with all those stupid science classes -“

“Science isn’t stupid!” Tony exclaims, unconsciously hugging Steve’s oversized jacket closer to him, and Steve’s stomach just tightens in a knot. He can’t do this…

“No, no. But I’m not exactly bright... Tony, I’m probably losing my scholarship… I’ll have to go back home after this semester,” Steve finally blurts out. It takes him a few steps before he notices Tony has stopped moving and is now behind him, staring incredulously. Steve just looks at him, not moving either.

“What? That’s impossible! You… this can’t be happening,” Tony is mumbling to himself, the knot in Steve’s stomach tightening up at the sight.

“I’m sorry… like I said, this isn’t your fault. I actually, kinda sorta, understand it when you explain it to me. I just can’t seem to apply it and my grade is fucking my whole average.”

“You can’t leave,” is all Tony can say when he finally looks up at Steve, his dark eyes shining with tears.

“I don’t have a choice. Trust me, the last thing I want is to leave…” you. I cant leave you, Steve thinks but cant say out loud. “You know my parents can’t afford this place. And we both knew it was a long shot that I’d survive that first year, let alone the second one. It’ll be fine -”

“No it won’t. Not if you aren’t here,” Tony’s voice is barely audible, thick and wet with emotion. Steve isn’t far behind him with the tears, he hates seeing him like this, especially knowing he caused it.

“You won’t be alone. Rhodey and Pepper will still be here. And Bucky’s not going anywhere, not that you two get along much. You will be fine. I’ll come visit when I can.” He takes a small step forward, but stops himself.

“I can pay your tuition. I can tutor the crap out of you until you pass that exam. Maybe I can transfer to New York, the program is good there too.” Tony is rambling, trying to find solutions, which Steve fully expected.

“Tony, please. We both know none of those are logical. You cant just get your parents to pay some random guy’s tuition. I’d need a perfect score for that option to work. And I will not be the reason the world misses out on the genius that is Tony Stark by letting you change schools. You belong here.”

“Not without you…”

Steve breaks down at that last sentence and closes the gap between them, wrapping the smaller man in his arms, resisting every urge in him that makes him want to card his fingers in his hair, and kiss the top of his head and tell him he loves him.

“Tony, I promise, you’ll be fine. Heck, think of everything you’ll get done now that you don’t have to teach me shit! You’ll be done your AI in a week.”

Tony chuckles, not his usual happy laugh that brightens everything around. There is no joy or happiness in this one, just sadness that Steve feels too.

“Please don’t leave, Steve. Please…” Tony is begging, Steve feels the tears on his sweater and he pulls him in tighter.

“Shhh… don’t cry, Tony. You’ll be fine, I promise, sweetheart. I’m not leaving you, I’ll never leave you. Just need to go back home for a bit, tha’s all. I promise you’ll be ok.” Steve tries to soothe him, resting his forehead on top of Tony’s head as he spoke, and did he just –

“Steve? Did you just call me -?”

“Shit… yeah…” Steve pulls back just enough to look at Tony. “I’m sorry, just forget -“ Steve is cut off by the shorter man throwing his arms around his neck, eyes closed tightly as if that will help give him the courage to do what he’s about to do, and hoisting himself on the tip of his toes to kiss Steve, just a soft press of their lips at first, just enough to see how the other will respond.

Steve looks at Tony as he opens his eyes. The blond is speechless, mouth gaping slightly, as he feels the knot in his stomach unravel and get replaced with pure warmth and want and happiness. He smiles as he pulls Tony in for another kiss, soft and slow and sweet, like he had dreamt of doing so many times. He cant keep his hands from roaming, one coming up to card through the brown curls, pulling him in tighter, kissing him more fiercely. When they finally pull back for air, minutes that feel like a lifetime later, Tony rests his forehead on Steve’s chest as they both catch their breaths.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…” Steve confesses.

“Same,” he hears Tony say, and he finally gets to kiss the top of his head, nuzzling the soft brown hair in the process.

“I promise we’ll be ok, sweetheart. You won’t get rid of me that easily, even if I have to move back to New York. You’re stuck with me.” And Steve planned to hold that promise for everything it was worth. He was never letting Tony go.

#stony fic #stony fluff #jehbeeeh writes #college au #superhusbands #stony fanfiction

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autisticstarseed · 5 years ago

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👐 Hand washing guide when you have sensory issues 👐

tbh. we shouldve been talking abt this a long time ago for many disabled ppls sake but ive put this post off for like a million years out of pure solidified fear of ableist harassment/kneejerk ignorance and also generalized cringe idiots but now that we got so much covid-19 fear and autistic ppl actually tend to have weaker immune systems than most people lets jump the shark;;;

i have autism and i physically struggle with washing my hands as often as i want to, having wet hands, drying them, the temperature difference, bad soap smells/textures, etc. are all genuinely painful. the good news is that ive dealt with water aversion shit since birth (its a common sensory issue), so ive had time to figure out alternatives and coping skills that still help reduce risk of disease and spreading it in ways that i can personally manage. (ie. not lazy or selfish or gross. genuinely putting more effort into this every day task than most other people would even think about. just disability lads) so heres the guide i have to offer if you’re in a similar boat, with some keypoints about hand hygiene and tips addressing the most common sensory struggles ive noticed with it;;;

1. hand sanitizer

i love hand sanitizer, i can get it in almost any scent i want and it dries down very very fast. the problem is; hand washing and hand sanitizer do different things. it only kills certain types of germs. which is all fine and dandy, but because of this, using only hand sanitizer wont actually keep you from catching or spreading many illnesses. so what its good for is times you cant wash your hands (out in public, sensory overload, no spoons, etc), thats fine, but it should not replace all hand washing if at all possible. it is supposedly effective to covid-19, but so little is currently known that it should not be considered your go to for this, and the only unanimous statement straight from the CDC is that hand washing works best at preventing its spread.

temperature - if you have trouble with it being too cold, conveniently keeping it in your pocket or closely against your body in some way warms it up and makes it much more comfortable.

scent - they come in almost any scent you can imagine, but if you have trouble with strong scents, there are ‘scentless hand sanitizers’. they usually have a faint chemical smell, so if there are any testers available, you should check to make sure it can work for you before you buy it.

texture - if gel doesnt cut it, they also make foamy hand sanitizers and liquid sprays, but theyre harder to find and might be a little more pricey.

and remember; always buy hand sanitizer that says it contains AT LEAST 60% alcohol, the higher alcohol content the better, but try to keep track of how high it is and how much you apply it so you dont dry your skin out. and right now price gouging is pretty bad, so dont be surprised if you cant find any for a while, and dont buy any small bottle that costs over a couple dollars, its a rip off.

2. hand washing

so what does hand washing do thats better than sanitizer??? soap and water lift up the dirt and oils that are carrying the germs and actually wash them off, and not only that, it also gets rid of all the things sanitizer cant, such as dust/dirt, spores, chemicals, and the previously mentioned viruses that are harder to kill. ik to an outside perspective it might not seem that hard, but obviously when you have autism and these tasks are split down into bigger ordeals and sensory nightmares, it can feel impossible.

soap - there are so many different kinds of soap! scentless soaps exist, and they very rarely have any lingering chemical smell! theres also soap for sensitive skin, and baby soap also works well for that issue. bar soaps can come in all different shapes and sizes, with many different ingredients and additives to choose from (independent soap makers are an amazing source for customized soap btw), and liquid soaps can be pure gel, frothy, mousse-y or even have tiny exfoliating or moisturizing beads in them if thats a sensory experience you enjoy. this is my number one rec for people struggling with hand washing bc of sensory issues;;; mix up the soap. finding one that gives you an okay or even a GOOD sensory experience can completely turn around an otherwise meltdown inducing task

temperature - this is the one thats always been hardest for me. cold water straight up hurts me, and our plumbing is Terrible, so the trick i have for slow pipes is to run the hot water on high as Soon as i get into the bathroom. leave it going and by the time you’re done there should be at least lukewarm water. if this still takes too long for you, try out the various sinks in your house, usually one is able to get hot water faster than the rest (for me its the kitchen sink) and that can become a designated station for you if need be.

texture - some ppl just hate water. if thats the case, it rly doesnt change much abt the process if you use less water, ie work the soap into a lather, and then only use as much as you need to rinse it off. you dont have to keep your hands under the whole time, the soap clings to the dirt, the water takes it off all together, as long as you scrub well and rinse till you see no suds, you’re good

If it really comes down to it, a washcloth with water+soap, a disinfecting wipe, or even literally just a rinse with plain ol water is better than nothing, but the stream of water and act of rubbing the soap in is the most effective combo against disease. soap/disinfectant wipes and hand sanitizers are your second best option. if theres a time in your life where an issue is so disabling for you that you truly cant keep any of this up, rly the most important thing is to limit your direct physical contact with your face and commonly used objects as MUCH as possible until you can figure smth out. (you kno those old ladies that grab a wipe and open the doorknob with it between their hand and the knob? become that old lady) and if push comes to shove, if a safe and accepting therapy setting is something accessible to you, hygiene struggles are actually something many mental health professionals understand Very well and can help you cope with personally and directly, without shame.

3. hand drying

this is also. my personal hell. and what most people say is the hardest part of the sensory experience. but ya cant just walk around with wet hands right

towels - the obvious choice for most, but to me they actually dont dry enough. i always end up damp and with lint stuck to me. this kills the man. but hand towels do have some variety to them, you can find em with really long fibers or really short/flat, really fuzzy or really stiff, etc. sounds silly but its smth a lot of ppl dont think about that can change a lot. you can also try super absorbent towels (yes like a shamwow), and again baby bath towels are also an option if you want something gentle.

paper towels - yeah a little more wasteful and expensive, but imo much more absorbent. theyre also pretty thin so you can get between your fingers (MY BANE), and under your nails if you use a corner. 10/10

blow drying - ik this is the kind of shit you only see in like movie theaters and malls and they are definitely LOUD AS SHIT, but if you happen to have the money, and struggle more with Textures than Noise, ie a stream of warm air seems worth the sound, you Can actually find a small basic one of these items for your own home.

4. public restrooms

everybody hates em!!! but you can make em more tolerable;;;

soap - bring your own! little travel soaps you can keep in your bag are a godsend for ppl with sensory issues, sensitive skin/allergies, and if you just prefer not sharing soap.

temperature - most public places i notice actually do get hot water pretty fast (like,,, too fast,,, like,,, it bur ns me) so if there are no faucets and its too hot or too cold, once again you can try different sinks and one might be more comfortable. if there are faucets i recommend grabbing a paper towel to turn it off, so you dont have to touch it again with your clean hands.

sound - WHY R AUTOMTIC FLUSH TOILETS SO FUCKEN LOUDD..... honestly if you have noise cancelling earmuffs or earplugs or w/e pop em in. if you dont have any of that i just literally plug my ears with my fingers when i stand up. if you struggle with the sound of the blow dryers, they almost always have paper towels as well, but its a great idea to carry something like that around in your bag with you just in case. if its really packed and people chattering is getting to you, sometimes the ‘family’ bathrooms are actually smaller and less full. if its bad enough and you feel comfortable asking, an employee might be able to direct you to a single stall bathroom or at least a different one than that.

and though its convenient, try not to use your sleeve to touch things like doorknobs, toilet handles, etc. instead use something disposable like a paper towel or wipe, bc the germs will simply transfer to your sleeve and still risk infecting you.

5. schedule

the number one suggestion is to wash your hands literally as often as possible during a time like this but like. even for allistic/nt/abled/ ppl thats just not always an attainable schedule so the Best times to wash your hands are;;;

after using the bathroom - the most important time and generally the easiest to get used to. its smth you have to do multiple times a day that already has a schedule, and if you were to forget or go into sensory overload its usually immediately accessible as soon as you can. as i mentioned earlier, if you need help remembering, you can turn the water on when you first get in and leave it going.

the doctors - ANY KIND of health facility should be avoided right now unless really necessary, places where sick people would frequent is the quickest way to get sick but like. ya rly cant help it sometimes right. you cant stop dealing with your own illnesses just bc theres another one floating around. so, this is time to go apeshit on the handwashing. if your health issue involves coughing and sneezing, ask for a face mask. bring a scarf in case they dont have any, its not as great but better than nothing. otherwise, you honestly dont need it, face masks are more for these people bc they keep germs in better than out. whether you’re worried abt getting sick or infecting others, this is a time to use hand sanitizer, avoid physical contact like shaking hands [autistic cheering], and when you first arrive and right before you go to leave are the most important times to remember to wash your hands.

preparing food - not as commonly spoken about, but also easy to work into a schedule. i personally dont care unless its food for somebody else or if im going to be putting my hands on it a lot, but if thats the case, a lot of the time thats produce you already want to wash in the sink, so you can kill two birds with one stone there. dont just get the germs off your own hands, get em off the fruits and veggies before you eat em. carpool

after grocery shopping - not very common. most ppl just slap some sanitizer/a wipe on there or dont think abt it at all, but if you just got home from walmart thats a great time to wash. you just touched a bunch of items other people touched, including the cart, money/credit cards, and all the products people will pick up and put back, so its prime germ time babey. But again, sanitizer or a wipe will help if its all you can manage after a trip out like that.

before self care - also uncommon. ppl always say ‘dont touch your face’ and ‘apply this product with clean hands’, and what they mean is that one of the fastest ways germs get into your system is through your mouth, nose, eyes and ears. if you’re simply washing your face theres not as much concern, but applying a mask, moisturizer, makeup, etc. should all be done after a gentle rinse of your hands (and face). very hard to get into the schedule of, but if you consider it a Part of your ‘self care’ or use a special fun cleanser, it can stick a little easier.

6. stim items

STIM ITEMS!! if you have stim items, its a good idea to clean them regularly, but even moreso during an outbreak like this.

rubber/plastic - if it goes in your mouth, hot water (not hot enough to melt!) and dish soap, if it doesnt, look up how to safely make a diluted bleach solution.

silicone - silicone is usually dish washer safe.

fabric - if its light, add bleach to the washing machine, if its colored, you can use white vinegar or hydrogen peroxide which are less likely to discolor any dyes. lysol detergent is also super great. small items you’re worried about losing, or items with details/loose parts, you can usually wash inside of a sealed pillow case.

‘squishies’ - for ‘mochi’ squishies aka the rubbery ones, soap and water + some dusted baby powder or corn starch (optional) to keep it from grabbing lint for a while. for foam squishies, they can rarely be deep cleaned without the risk of growing mold or taking paint off, but a disinfecting wipe every now and then should keep it clean for a while.

slime - cant be disinfected, sorry. also a breeding ground for mold if you arent careful, so its always best to cycle through these quickly.

technology - cant really be completely sterilized, but there are many places to get sprays and cleaning wipes for the devices you use that can at least keep the areas your hands frequently touch a little cleaner.

BUT of course if your item comes with instructions on how to wash it, always follow that instead. this is just a general idea.

and as a final note;;; disabled ppl should not feel guilty or dirty for struggling with this. like. man idc abt ur cringe feels or your ignorant blame or your lack of understanding/sympathy for what goes into these tasks for us. if u dont wanna get our struggles and sensitivities when we’re working twice as hard on functioning tasks which personal ease you take for granted, thats on you. @ disabled people if you struggle with maintaining the same standard of hygiene as nts you arent gross or bad fucking person, you’re disabled and by definition that means your level of functioning will be different, and you deserve sympathy. its just that germs dont discriminate, they wanna cause problems for everybody involved (especially you!!!), so Anything you can manage is Great and if anything from this post can help make it a little easier for people in any way, i feel its absolutely necessary to talk about with respect and dignity. people with autism/adhd/sensory processing disorder/similar neurodivergencies/literally anybody else this could benefit, pls feel free to add on any tips you might have or send me questions. let disabled ppl help disabled ppl do our personal bests

#nt/allistic ppl can totally reblog btw!! just dont clown like thats literally all i ask man cuz tbh #im trying to help ppl form a hygiene habit while my nd struggle was ignored and worsened by ppl being shitty to me so to be blunt ig #im helping people by giving alternatives and coping skills and all ur doing is being ableist and expecting ppl to 100% conform so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#whos really the ...~~~~~ pro recovery~~~~ one. here #hint its me sit down rude ass #long post #im scared to put in nd tags but sjgsjddsj we're JUMPIGN THE SHARK #sensory processing disorder #spd #autism #actuallyautistic #asd #adhd #sensory overload #original

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ainchase · 5 years ago

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very very rough translation of Elesis/LuCiel Epic Quest with Rosso

rosso: everything related to the protection of El is the masters and the priestesses' responsibility. you stay out of it.

ciel:??? dude wtf we

1. restored the el

2. fought against henir zealots

3. saved your fucking ass

rosso: yeah I can see just how ugly everything got if people like you guys were helping out

lu: !@$!@$Y#$%@#$

elesis: okay well w.e we gon go ask denif then

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

rosso: I SAID STAY OUT OF IT

lu: in case you forgot we beat your ass in varnimyr

rosso: yeah it was like 13v1

elesis: Alright, let's say that even someone with a demon's blood can be come master. Why did you become one?

ciel: yeah did you become master cuz you had some ulterior motive with the el or something

rosso: are you fucking kidding me right now

elesis: yeah why do you insist on going to the demon realm all by yourself? you know, other masters had to stay behind and let us go to the demon realm cuz they had to protect the el. you dont look like you care about that

rosso: others can protect the el. I can handle the demon realm by myself.

elesis: why do you want to go alone so bad? what's your hidden agenda?

rosso: what about you guys? why do YOU want to go back to the demon realm so bad? You find me suspicious cuz Im half demon and I want to go back to the demon realm?? How's that any different from you guys

rosso: you guys have a half demon AND a full blown demon. You guys are more suspicious than me

lu: what did you say you lil shit

we went through all that shit for a reason

rosso: Im saying that we did the same for Elrios as well. We did a lot of shit to protect this world

rosso: doing shit to save the world aint a competitive sport

elesis: why are you so fucking uptight

lu: what do you mean? this fucker is just crazy

ciel: I see. if he really meant harm, then he wouldnt be this defensive against us from the start. it's better to back stab when he has our guard lowered

elesis: yeah see how hes like threatening us physically but answering every single one of our questions? its like hes doing doing his bare minimum to make us understand

elesis: you just really want to stop us from going to the demon realm, huh

rosso: gdi

rosso: what makes you think you guys have to go to the demon realm?

elesis: in order to stop the Order and fully restore the El, we need the Dark El.

ciel: You're not entirely wrong. It doesn't necessarily have to be us to find the Dark El.

ciel: but think about it logically. There's no other team that's more suitable for this mission than ESP. Isnt that true?

rosso: I...

elesis: you alone doesnt make a team. You have a ridiculously low success rate if you jump into the battlefield by yourself.

elesis: i mean sometimes you gotta make 5 teams each with 2 people but uhh

rosso: I dont give a shit

elesis: right back at ya, ESP is under the velder kingdom. we dont have to listen to you, a so-called higher up from a kingdom long gone

rosso: that place is an abyss. none of the shit like order and process work there

rosso: wasnt it enough to lose your brother to the el once?

elesis: :tears:

ciel: you talking like we're going to demon realm to die

rosso: look, if everything worked out the way you plan, then the El wouldn't have exploded in the first place

rosso: going to a world where there isnt El or the influence of the Goddess means you have to be prepared for death. You guys have way too many things to lose to do that.

rosso: you have a shit ton of precious things to protect and yet you want to drive yourselves into danger? you've gotta be kidding me

elesis: so what, are you saying youre going to sacrifice yourself in our place cuz you got nothing to lose or something?

rosso: Im just trying to do my damn job, stop making shit up

lu: wait so you been spewing shit to us just so you can--

rosso: --I SAID STOP MAKING SHIT UP

ciel: I mean if youre that worried about us, how about you come with us?

lu: lol if it was something like that, you could've just asked honestly from the beginning. I could've pulled some strings for ya

rosso: I swear Im going to kill you

elesis: well of course I dont want Elsword to involve himself in dangerous things, honestly

rosso: and yet you...

elesis: but this is the path we chose

elesis: a path that I chose

rosso: ...

rosso: I dont give a flying fuck on what path you chose

rosso: if you insist that much on going to the demon realm, then there will come a time when you have to make a decision

rosso: whether you have conviction, act recklessly or not, at the end of the day, if you got something that you have to choose over the other, it'll definitely hold you back

rosso: you didnt want to sacrifice your brother so you dragged him out of the El. Are you trying to die for him?

lu: what

ciel: what are you trying to say

rosso: how much more do I have to explain

ciel: why are you thinking complicated things when they didnt even happen yet

rosso: what

elesis: what

ciel: so youre saying, to go to the demon realm, we have to cut all ties, get rid of all worldly possessions, and jump in there all alone? you can think however you want, but I dont agree with that

ciel: it just looks like youre threatening us, like asking if we're ready to give up our lives for someone else in hopes of stopping us but

ciel: from the moment we decided to get elsword out of el, we already made up our mind

ciel: even if someone's life is on the line like you said, then I'll survive no matter what. Knowing Lu doesn't want me to die, I can't afford to lose my life.

lu: :tears:

rosso: the fk is wrong with you guys

lu: ciel's right

rosso: what

lu: we almost wasted our time worrying about useless shit. You got viscerally upset when I said we have to return to the demon realm to keep a promise

lu: if you think trying to survive is more important than trying to keep a promise, then how come you dont practice what you preach?

lu: dont you also value promises and conviction more?

rosso: Im different. I've been given a power.

elesis: youre so fucking stubborn i cant even

lu: me and ciel are bound by a contract. I might have considered what you said if I wanted to go back to the demon realm just to exact my vengeance.

lu: if something happens to me, I might not be able to save ciel

lu: but I still have to return because someone loyal to me is still there

lu: I mean its kinda meaningless to compare him with ciel, but as long as we've made our promise, winster is my people as well

lu: I forgot, for such a long time, what it's like to lead people, to take care of those who follow you

lu: why do I want to go to the demon realm?

lu: Im returning to reclaim my stolen throne. I will save my people, fulfill their wishes and at times punish them if I must.

lu: who's to stop a lord from returning to her domain to do what is asked of her?

rosso: :glare:

elesis: we already experienced a time when we had to make our choice, like ciel said

elesis: we made up my mind to go through even the most impossible things together

rosso: :rollingeyes: Im an idiot for trying to persuade a group of idiots like you

lu: do you finally feel like explaining things now

rosso: dont get your hopes up. Im only telling you cuz I know you idiots cant use this method

ciel: I think Im slowly getting used to his abrasive tone, after listening to it for so long. Okay, we won't think you've admitted defeat after you were persuaded by us, so just tell us

rosso: listen you little shit

rosso: Alright. Remember when I said I was suppressing the fire el's power with demonic aura?

rosso: the power of fire is much more difficult to control than other elements. there are enough of those who burned to ash because they couldnt withstand its destructive power

rosso: rosso clan was always trying to produce a master of fire, and decided they'll need a new form of power to suppress the power of fire el, for example...

rosso: something completely different from the el's power. Like a demonic energy.

elesis: they did what now

rosso: it's not much of a stretch to say that no one knew anything about demons back then. from their perspective, i was just a kid with a strange power.

rosso: of course I didnt have much as an actual demon, but my intrinsic demonic power was good enough for me to be a subject of their experiments The red eye was transplanted into me, and I was able to control the power of fire.

rosso: ...it wasn't without an accident, but in any case, the power of fire and the demonic aura are constantly at a balance inside of me. When one of them disappears, the other goes rampant

rosso: on the day we all decided to imbue the el shards with our respective element, I was the most problematic one

ciel: I see... from the process of trying to transfer the power of fire into the el shard, the balance between your demonic aura and the power of fire crumbled...

rosso: chaotic continent, missing masters... if they had a rampant half-demon on top of that, Elrios would not look the way it does today

elesis: that's why you went to the demonic realm? so you wouldn't go rampant in elrios???

rosso: /shrug

rosso: as the el exploded, temporal rifts were created all over elrios, sporadically. the phenomena was worse near powerful el shards

rosso: I was able to cross into the demon realm thanks to those rifts. After creating the fire el, I jumped into one of those rifts before I completely lost my sanity

rosso: thats the end of my story. now do you see why I said you cant use this method?

lu: you...

ciel: the priestesses couldnt help you? though theyre not blessed in the combative aspect like masters, I thought theyre the same when it comes to using the power related to the el

rosso: the priestess system was still pretty new at the time. They were busy trying to learn from masters too. Creating the elemental el as inexperienced priestesses is like betting your life on it

elesis: why did you go to that extent? even you couldnt have guaranteed your safety when you jumped into the rift. Are you saying even that was part of your mission?

rosso: hmph, there's no one who can tell me to do that shit

elesis: the tower you were locked away in... didnt have an entrance or an exit, blocked off completely, enough for the power of fire which was trying to return to you could only circle around the tower itself

lu: you locked yourself in so you wouldnt hurt others

rosso: I told you everything you wanted to know, so are you happy now?

elesis: rosso, I really dont want you to go to the demon realm

rosso: are you looking down on me after hearing that sob story?

elesis: no it's not that, I just think I know how much you think its natural for you to sacrifice yourself

elesis: I think I know why Im concerned about you. You are similar to my brother.

elesis: I dont know what happened in the past, but... I think he made that decision because he thought similar things as you once did

elesis: you've sacrificed yourself enough. You banished yourself to protect Elrios. I cant even imagine what it's like to hold out in a prison made to imprison yourself for hundreds of years, but

elesis: elrios stands today thanks to the efforts you guys went through. you can leave it to us now

ciel: we're not as weak as you think we are

lu: I can see why you didnt want to tell us. It wasnt particularly helpful, but thanks anyway

rosso: youre really annoying..

lu: the sentiment is mutual

rosso: now fuck off if you're done talking. I have to do more control training

ciel: youre more diligent than you look

rosso: do you wanna die

lu: it doesnt look like you're completely healed yet

lu: you're having trouble controlling your power without the eye, are you not

elesis: so thats what ventus meant when he said youre training to overcome what you've lost

rosso: that pointy eared fucker

ciel: wait; you were having difficulty controlling? but you fought so well...

rosso: like I said, you guys cant beat me in an even fight

lu: I really hate this guy

#translation #elsword translation #im tired #rosso #master road #you're free to share this but please dont use them to create youtube vids subtitle #2na can do that

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oh-theatre · 5 years ago

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Get It Right

A/N: Anyway I was in the mood for angst/personal experience. And ofc the fact that this song fits so well with Roman.

summary: Roman feels discouraged

words: 1681

warnings: Negative thoughts, angst

Ao3 Link

What have I done?

Roman sunk out, without a word, too afraid to look any of the others in the eye.

I wish I could run

He meets himself in his room, locking the door silently, as his back runs down the door

Away from this ship going under

It was easier to bury his head in his arms then allowing reality to hit him.

Just trying to help

His latest idea running through his head, he cringes ever so slightly it almost hurts.

Hurt everyone else

The faces, their faces flashed through his mind. Months, weeks, hours... it's the same, he didn't know what to do anymore.

Now I feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders

He had to come up with something, fast. Anything, even a sliver of something sparking. Thomas looked at him, always so hopeful, so...believing. But it seemed everyone else had ideas, everyone else contributed. Even his own brother could sustain a video.

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?

He had vowed, promised he would learn to love himself, believe in himself. And yet here he sat alone in his room. Pathetic.

And all that you touch tumbles down

The callback, god, his decision replayed in his mind. Thomas and he had worked so hard, and yet he just let it seep through his fingers.

Cause my best intentions, keep making a mess of things

He just wanted to teach Thomas something, help him. And yet somehow every little thing just hurts. How does the one thing he's supposed to be good at, his only job, the hardest thing hes ever had to do.

I just want to fix it somehow

“Roman?” It's soft, the creative side almost misses it. It would be easier to ignore it, pretend he's asleep or busy, but he can feel the tension bubbling. It's not just one voice, the warm bodies wait patiently.

But how many times will it take?

Here they are trying to help, willing to help when it's his own job.

Oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right, to get it right?

His eyes darted to the plethora of scrunched and ripped pieces of paper scattered around his room. Full of ideas that should never see the light of day. The formerly colorful room bursting with life, was now dull and empty much like Roman's own mind. Logan had told him the rooms reflected their mood, god was he right.

Can I start again, with my fate again?

Logan had suggested clearing his mind, trying over again. But how can he do that? With the remnants of his past failures still burning his skin.

'Cause I can't go back and endure this

Roman doesn't even know if he can do this again if he can go through this process anymore. The creativity has oozed out of him, slithered away with the hope of finding a worthy home.

I just have to stay and face my mistakes

Taking a deep breath he stands, shaking his shoulders out like an old acting teacher had taught a young Thomas. He turns to his desk, willing away the mess. He cant run, he will stand his ground. The door unlocks freely, the gang trip in, stumbling over one another.

But if I get stronger and wiser, I'll get through this

Patton acts first, wrapping the side in a hug, one Roman accepts graciously. Logan gives him a supportive nod.

What can you do when you're good isn't good enough?

“What do you need?” Virgil asks an unexpected question. Roman raises a brow at the figure, Virgil shrugs coyly. “You don't have to do it alone” He offers, something is lifted from Roman, he feels lighter as if he could float.

And all that you touch tumbles down?

Logan leads him to his desk, presenting him with a brand new notebook. Patton squeals racing out of the room returning shortly with a platter of snacks and beverages. Virgil wastes no time grabbing some sweet treats and placing himself on the bed.

'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things

“What now?” Roman asks, Logan takes his own place next to Patton. He racks his brain for the next action.

I just wanna fix it somehow

“Don't think, just do” Virgil proposes, Roman looks to the other two, they nod in confirmation.

But how many times will it take?

“And we will sit here until we come up with something” Patton assures.

Oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right?

It's not a me problem, it's a we problem.

So I throw up my fists, throw a punch in the air

Thomas is made up of different sides for reasons, separately they work well and can do their job but together? They make up the person, together they are Thomas, together they contribute to one another.

And accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair

Roman will have these moments, just like Logan and Patton and Virgil will have theirs. But that's the beauty of separating yourself, identifying the problem and utilizing your other skills to fix it, to solve it.

Yeah, I'll send down a wish and I'll send up a prayer

Roman will always have the others, they are apart of him just like he is apart of Thomas.

And finally, someone will see how much I care

So they sit working for hours, scribbling and laughing until late in the night. Roman knows they see it and can feel it, his passion, his excitement.

What can you do when you're good isn't good enough?

“You aren't good, you're great, you're wonderful” Patton encourages, a smile plastered, quickly transferring onto Roman.

And all that you touch tumbles down?

My best intentions keep making a mess of things

But that's exactly it, they are his best intentions and the others know that.

I just wanna fix it somehow

“You won't fix it, we will” Logan claims, his position on the matter unchangeable.

But how many times will it take?

Oh, how many times will it take to get it right, to get it right?

It will take as many times as it needs, it will be ok.

“You are enough Ro…” Virgil assures before leaving the fanciful side to his own devices after the quartet calls it a night.

“I'll get it right” He hums delicately, turning delighted back to his notebook, now full of opportunity.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #ts roman #ts creativity #creativity sanders #youtube #thomas sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman angst #get it right #glee #writing #my writing #ao3 #archive of our own

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infinitefandomimagines · 6 years ago

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Sacrifices - Peter Parker X Stark!Reader

WARNINGS: MAJOR ENDGAME SPOILERS, LIKE GIANT SPOILERS, DEATH, CRYING, MILF PANIC ATTACK?? Request: Hi (Endgame request!) Could you do a peter x reader where she is tony’s daughter and an avenger? like super angsty of her dealing with what happens to tony? + imagine where the reader is starks daughter but also an avenger and is dating peter. maybe something about when tony dies and the reader is right there and so is peter? and peter being there for her? You didn’t even remember waking up. There was no jolt, no fog clearing from your head, no slow regaining of consciousness. One second you didn’t even exist, and the next you were just… there. Confusion flooded your mind as your brain tried to process what was happening, or anything for that matter. You couldn’t even remember what happened before– Oh…

Memories began flooding in; New York. Ditching the bus along with Peter upon seeing a floating ring in the sky. Your dad yelling at you for being reckless. Titan. Thanos. The fight. The fear you felt when Thanos stabbed your father. The eerie silence that washed over everyone when the plan failed. Everyone suddenly turning to dust. You could vividly remember the uneasy feeling in your stomach, your body suddenly feeling as light as air. The feeling of panic when you realized what was happening, and that you couldn’t stop it. You remembered the tears streaming down Peter’s face as he begged you not to leave, his voice broken and faltering, his pained expression burned itself into your mind. But the worst part? The worst part was the horrified look on your dad’s face, you were almost positive it’d haunt your dreams from this point forward. His last words to you echoed in your skull and sent chills through your body, “You’re alright sweetheart, you’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.” But you weren’t okay. You took in your surroundings, realizing you were in fact, still on Titan. Your body froze when you made eye contact with a man who stood only a couple feet in front of you. You recognized him; what was his name again? Quell? Quinn? Quill. He seemed to share your same shocked state as he looked around at you, his friends, Dr. Strange, and … Peter?

But if Peter was here that meant he must have– you didn’t even want to think about it. His eyes were glassy and brimmed with tears as he stared at you in disbelief, trying to debate whether your were real or not. Whether he was even real. He walked towards you slowly, as if you would disappear the second he got too close. “Y-Y/N?” He finally spoke, his voice just barely above a whisper. However, that was all it took for you to close the distance between the two of you. You practically flung yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck, tucking your head under his chin and burying your face in his chest. One of his arms wrapped around the small of your back, holding you tightly as he held the back of your head with his other hand, tangling his fingers in your hair. You finally let the tears you’d been holding back flow freely, letting out stifled sobs as Peter held you; being back in his arms felt euphoric. You craned your neck up to look at Peter, his hands moved to rest against your cheeks, holding your face. He stared down at you with tear filled eyes, “I’m sorry,” his voice broke, “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, I tried, I-” You stopped him, “It wasn’t your fault, Pete,” you said firmly, “Don’t think for one second that it was.” Peter didn’t know what to say, so he simply nodded and did the only thing he could think of. His lips crashed into yours, and you instantly melted into him. In that moment, you completely forgot about everyone else there, it was just you and Peter. “I hate to break up the love-fest, but does anyone wanna explain what the hell is happening,” Quill spoke up. It was a sweet moment, but watching you and Peter reunite only reminded him of how he’d never see Gamora again, and it hurt, he’d never admit that though. Peter and you broke apart and settled for simply holding hands. Everyone gathered around each other, looking for some sort of explanation. “They did it,” Dr. Strange whispered, mostly to himself. “What do you mean? Who did what?” Quill pressed further, a touch if annoyance in his voice. Strange let out a sigh of frustration, “I don’t have time to explain, but it’s been five years since Thanos won, and your dad,” Strange pointed at you, “and his friends brought everyone Thanos killed back, but now they need our help.” “How do you know all of this?” Peter asked, his mind spinning, he was having trouble wrapping his head around everything Strange just said. “Like I said, I’ve seen everyone possible outcome-” “And there’s only one where we win,” you finished, remembering what he’d said before everything went sideways. Strange nodded, “I’ll be back,” he said, “They’re gonna need more than just us.” Strange then opened a portal and stepped through it, leaving no time for anyone to ask more questions, and he was back almost as soon as he was gone, instructing everyone to get ready. You pressed the button on your bracelet, allowing the nano-tech to encase your body in the suit your dad gave you for your birthday. Peter already had his mask on, and the guardians were holstering their weapons. “Strange, you said you saw every possible outcome, which one are we in?” You questioned. “I cant tell you that.” He said simply, before conjuring up a portal to what looked like the apocalypse, and before you knew it, you were fighting. Everything was happening so fast, you’d lost track of Peter a while ago, that was until you saw him with your dad. You smiled at the sight of them hugging, but it quickly faded when you saw one of Thanos’ soldiers creeping up to them, unnoticed. You quickly raised your hand, your blaster at the ready, and fired. The blast startled Peter and your dad prompting them to jump apart, ready to fight whoever just shot at them. “I seriously don’t know how you survived so long without me,” you joked, your mask retreating back into your suit, revealing your face. “Y/N,” your dad whispered in disbelief, his face in an utter state of shock. It was you, not a dream, not just some hologram, it was really you. His feet slowly carried him over to you, the same dumbfounded expression still displayed across his face. “I- I just…” He struggled for words. He was standing right in front of you now, the two of you only about a foot apart. His eyes examined your face, taking in every detail he’d missed seeing everyday so dearly. Your mouth curved into a smile, he’d definitely missed that the most. “Hey dad,” you said in a small whisper, tears brimming your eyes. He was pulling you into his arms in a second, “… I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he breathed out. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” you comforted, letting your tears fall. “There’s so much I need to tell you-” “And you will,” you interrupted him, pulling away from the hug, “But right now we have a war to win.” Your dad smirked, “Always one to get down to business.” You shrugged, copying his smirk, “I Iearned from the best.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’m so proud of you,” he said, letting his smirk melt into a soft smile. “Not as much as I am of you,” you responded, trying not to let your voice crack. “You two watch after each other,” he said, raising his brows and pointing to you and Peter. “Always sir,” Peter replied. The fight seemed to last forever. You were absolutely exhausted, and could feel your body giving in to fatigue. You felt the warm trickled of blood running down the side of your face from the laceration on your temple. The blood from your busted lip had long since dried, and you could feel bruises forming in different locations on your body, namely the one just below your rib-cage on your left side. Your suit was without a doubt damaged, and would be needing some serious repairs. The metal was scratched up to Hell, and a few systems were malfunctioning. Three of Thanos’ soldiers had you surrounded, and under normal circumstances you would have been able to handle it, but for some reason your blasters wouldn’t fire up. “Andy why aren’t my blasters working?” You asked your suit in a panicked voice. “You’ve taken too much damage miss Stark, I’m afraid your blasters are offline, would you like me to contact Mr. Parker or your father for you?” The AI responded. Before you could answer, something floating in the air grabbed your attention. Dust. No. No no no, this can’t be happening again. Your heart rate picked up and you felt light headed. This can’t happen again, you just got back, Thanos can’t win again. You looked up, hoping to find Peter, your dad, Rhodey, Strange, anyone. But what you saw instead shocked you, the three soldiers who had you cornered were no longer there. Instead, dust slowly settled to the ground where they once stood. Your eyes scanned over the battle field as Thanos’ army started turning to dust, man by man and ship my ship. But you? You were fine, and by the looks of it, so was everyone else who fought by the Avengers side. Thanos lost. And the Avengers won. You snapped yourself out of the initial shock, your mind instantly going to Peter and you dad, you had to find them. “Andy, are thrusters still online?” “I can transfer all remaining power to them if you’d like, miss?” “Yeah. Yeah, do that,” you instructed. It took a couple seconds, but once Andy informed you they were back online you took off, your eyes scanning the ground for any sign of Peter or your dad. It didn’t take long for you to catch sight of Peter’s red and blue suit, he was kneeling, and his shoulders shaking. Rhodey hovered over him, swaying slightly; they were both looking at someone, but you couldn’t quiet see who. You landed right behind them, your suit dissolving as it formed back into just a bracelet, leaving you in your clothes which closely resembled athletic wear. “Rhodey! Peter!” You called out, jogging up to them. Peter’s head snapped up at the sound of your voice as he stood. Rhodey turned to face you, tears streamed down his face. They tried to block you from seeing what was behind them, but they failed. “Have you seen my-” It was your horrific scream that alerted the other avengers something was wrong. Steve’s heart dropped into his stomach, Thor’s victorious smile fell, Bruce felt a chill run down his spine, and Clint’s head shot up. Pepper started looking around for you, the way you screamed out for your dad scaring her. Rhodey caught you in his arms as you stumbled towards your father, attempting to hold you back. Peter stood and watched, fresh tears pricking his eyes at the sound of your broken voice. “Let me go!” You yelled at him, struggling against his grip, “Let me go! We can help him! Rhodey please!” “I’m so sorry, kid,” Rhodey’s voice cracked as he tried to comfort you. You somehow managed to break free of his grip, forcibly pushing him off of you and instantly collapsing to your knees in front of your dad. The right half of his body was blacked from burns, his face just barely spared, partially singed black. You almost missed the infinity stones placed according in the armor om his right hand, giving you all the explanation you needed. “No… Why? Why would you do that?” You whispered, but you knew the answer. He did it to save his family, to save the universe. But that didn’t mean you had to like it. He just stared at you with glazed over eyes, wheezing as he tried to take in as much air as possible, he was trying as hard as he could to stay alive long enough to say goodbye to his family, even if he couldn’t find the strength speak. “Dad… Dad please. You’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay… You can’t leave me, not now, not like this,” you were trying to keep it together, but the cracks in your voice surely gave you away. It felt like your heart was being torn apart, bit by bit, making it nearly impossible to be pieced back together. You were starting to lose your composure, not that you had much of one to begin with. Tears streamed down your face as you tried your best to choke back sobs, each one stabbing Peter, Rhodey, and now Pepper, who had appeared without you noticing, straight through the heart. Steve and Thor watched as well, watching their friend’s daughter deteriorate in front of them, a girl they had learned to love as a daughter as well. “I love you, please don’t leave me,” you whispered, grabbing hold of his left hand, holding it with both of yours. “Dad, please…” It could’ve just been your imagination, but you swore you felt him squeeze your hand ever so slightly, it was weak, but you caught it. It was his way of saying he loves you too, and that was your breaking point. Your chest tightened and your heart physically hurt as it raced faster and faster. More tears stung your eyes, and your breathing grew shallow and quick. The realization that this wasn’t fixable hitting you harder than a freight train. There was nothing you could do, and it wasn’t a feeling that was very familiar, because before now, there had always been a way, your dad always made it out alive. But not this time. It wad all so overwhelming, you couldn’t do this. How are you supposed to live on without him? You felt a hand on your shoulder, one composed of cool metal. “Y/N…” Peter’s voice was hoarse, and about as broken as yours. Losing his mentor hurt, and seeing you like this only made it worse, but he was determined to be strong for you, to give you a shoulder to cry on, a stone to lean on when you weren’t strong enough to stand on your own. “Baby, come on,” he whispered, both of his hands now on your shoulders, gently tugging you towards him. You shrugged his hands off, you couldn’t leave your dad. “Y/N, it’s okay, you have to let go,” he tried again, pulling you with a little more strength. “No, no I can’t leave him,” you cried, resisting. Rhodey stepped forward to help, but Peter stopped him, knowing it was probably best to do this himself. He hated having to pull you away, he couldn’t stand the fact that he would only add to your pain by doing so, but he knew he had to. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, before wrapping his arms around your waist, restricting your movement, and pulling you away with all the strength he could muster. His arms pressed against your bruise causing a sharp pain to erupt just below your ribs, but that was the least of your concerns. You struggled against him as he pulled you from your dad, screaming at him, begging for him to let you go, but no matter how much it hurt him, he didn’t let go. You tried to hold on to your dad’s hand, but as Peter pulled you away, it slipped out of your grasp and dropped limply into his lap. “Let go! Peter let go of me! Peter please!” You yelled at him, thrashing and struggling I’m his arms, but his grip never loosened. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he kept repeating. Peter was finally able to drag you far enough away to allow Pepper to take the spot next to your dad and say her goodbyes. He spun you around in his arms so that you faced him, and held you in a tight bear hug. You were still trying to free yourself from his grasp, but your efforts were growing weaker. Your hands pressed against his chest, the iron-spider suit feeling cold under your palms as you tried to push him away. “Peter please…” you choked out, but your voice was weak and small. Peter shook his head, “You’re okay, I’ve got you, I’m not gonna let go.” You finally stop struggling, your body was too weak, and the fatigue mixed with the stress of the situation hit you full force. Your legs gave out, and had Peter not been holding you, you would’ve collapsed onto the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support, and he pulled you into him, tucking your head under his chin as you buried your face into his chest. One arm stayed wrapped around your waist while his other hand drew comforting circles into your back as you cried. He placed a soft kiss to the top of your head before glancing back at Tony, who was watching the whole ordeal. Peter sent Tony a small nod, as if saying ’don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.’ Tony wanted to say thank you, but there was no strength left for him to do so. He turned his attention back to Pepper, who also glanced back at you and Peter. She quickly returned her attention back to her husband who was living on borrowed time, and forced herself to give him a sad smile. “We’re gonna be okay,” Pepper whispered to him, “You can rest now.” Peter held you tighter as he watched the light on Tony’s chest flicker out. He kept his arms securely around you, scared you would turn around and see the scene behind you, see that the light had left your dad’s chest and his eyes. A/N: Part 2?? Perhaps?

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just-my-fandom · 6 years ago

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Telling the Paladins Your Pregnant Preference

Request; Can I be your first Voltron request? Reader being pregnant with the paladins baby and revealing to them?

They start getting shorter towards the end :/ sorry

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Pidge

"What're you gonna name him?"

Your eyes watch as Pidge pulls the small chip from the computer, grinning at her older brother and jogging up to him and the robot next to him,

"How about Chip?" She teases, holding up the chip between her fingers and handing it to Matt,

"You and your puns," Matt shakes his head, Pidge shrugging sheepishly and placing her glasses on the robots nose,

"Sorry, I just cant wait for someone else around the house," She hops on her toes, looking over at you when you stand from her desk,

"Maybe we wont have to," Chest tightening, you watch Pidge tilt her head in confusion, before she follows your hands placed at your stomach,

It takes her mind a full half minute to process your gesture, before she gasps, loudly, "Oh my God! It worked!?"

You nod, tearily, hand coming to your cheek as you sniffle,

"It worked!" Pidge turns to Matt sharply, grin hurting her face, "Oh my gosh, Im gonna be a momma!" She turns back to you, "You're going to be a momma!"

You laugh, Pidge running up to you, hands at your face, "This is amazing," She pecks your lips, "This small piece of tech could help millions of women wanting to be mothers," Pidge takes your hand, tugging you outside of the shed, "Mom! Dad! You're going to be grandparents!"

"It worked?" Samuel turns to the two teenagers, your eye's already red from tears of excitement,

"Oh that's great!" Colleen embraces you, your eyes pinching shut as your arms slide to her back, "Congratulations! If you need any help during the pregnancy dont be afraid to ask!"

Colleen leans back, hand wiping your leaked tears, "Now that means no more skipping meals and sleep to work all night, both of you, understood?"

She eyes Pidge,

"But Im not the one pregnant," Pidge reminds, Colleen rolling her eye's,

"Yes but Y/N is also going to become very moody and very touch starved. We dont need you out of her reach or snapping at her from being too tired," Colleen demands, your eyes looking at the ex paladin next to you,

Pidge crosses her arms, faking a pout, "Yes mother,"

Keith

Keith was easy to find. If he wasnt in his lion or with the team, he was either asleep, with you, or training,

He hasn't been in his room all day, and he hasnt seen you since lunch, so that only meant one place,

The training deck

Watching him clash bayards with the training bot, you lean against the thick wall behind you, twirling the small device in your hand behind your back,

You had woken up sick for the past week. Asking Coran and being placed in the healing pod for two minutes, Coran revealed you were in fact pregnant,

He had transfered the reveal to a smaller device, claiming it would be easier to show Keith that way, and calmly pressured you to talk to the Red Paladin

So here you were, face flushed with terror and stomach tightening as if threatening to puke again for the second time that day,

Keith watches as the bot vanishes in defeat, before his gaze finally catches you and his smile is back on his face,

"Hey," He pants, clasping his bayard on his belt and walking up to you, "Want to train?"

"I think I enjoy just watching you," You smile, placing your lips over his slowly, "I need to show you something,"

"Sure," He heaves, brushing black hair from his face and looking down at your extended hand, "Whats this?"

He lifts the small device, two pink lines visible,

"Coran gave it to me after I was put in the healing pod," You speak quietly, Keiths eyes snapping up to yours,

"Why were you in the healing pod?" His hand presses to your forehead, "You okay?"

"Im fine," You smile, "Keith, Im pregnant,"

"You're-" Keith inhales, looking back down to the lines, "You're pregnant? And its mine?"

"No its Zarkons," You shoot, rolling your eye's, "Yes its yours,"

"I'm going to be a dad?" Keith slides his hand into his hair, stepping back, "What if I become just like my father? Abandon you and the baby?"

"You won't," You grasp his shirt, pulling him back to you and placing his large hand at your stomach, "Because you aren't your father, you're Keith Kogane, the father to my baby,"

"This is the worse timing ever," Keith groans, head falling back, "You're not allowed to leave the ship, understood?"

"Yes sir," You grin, Keith dropping the device to cup your face and pull your lips back onto his,

Shiro

"I'm what?"

You step out of the healing pod, eyes wide on the red head in front of you,

"Pregnant!" Coran smiles, twirling his mustache in his finger, "And I hope its Shiros, no?"

"Of course its Shiros! Whose else would it be?" You grasp your hair, eyes watering,

"What's going on?" Shiro steps into the medic bay with Allura on his tail, catching you covering your face, "Is everything okay?"

"Wonderful, actually," Coran raises an eyebrow, "Congratulations,"

"On what?" Shiro furrows his eyebrows together, looking at you, "Y/N, are you okay?"

You slide your hands from your now stained cheeks, sniffling, "I-I dont know," You shake your head, Shiro looking at Coran before pulling you against him, "Coran, whats going on?"

"Well you see," Coran clears his throat, "Have You noticed Y/N getting sick lately?"

"Yes," Shiro nods, "But I thought it was just from the food goo. Maybe eating it too much,"

"Im pregnant," You pull back before Coran could reveal, looking up at the man, "Its yours,"

"Oh Y/N, thats great!" Allura smiles, Shiro blinking, his hands tightening at your waist,

"Pregnant? In the middle of war?" Shiro swallows, and you hug yourself, looking down,

"Y/N will be safe here in the castle with us, of course," Coran nods once, Shiro tilting your chin up so your eyes were forced to meet his,

"We'll work it out," His thumb drags over your cheek,

"You're not mad?" You whisper, Shiro smiling weakly and pulling you closer, lips bonding to yours,

"How could I be mad? Im going to be a dad,"

Lance

"No wonder the bed was cold,"

You glance up and over your shoulder at a voice, eyes landing on Lance standing in his plad blue pjs, "You're in here by yourself and not in bed with me,"

"Couldnt sleep," You force your lips together, turning back to the tea Coran had made you,

"Everything okay?" Lance pulls a stool next to you, sitting down and resting a hand at your upper back, "You look pale,"

"Im pregnant," You pinch your eyes shut, before turning to face Lance. His hand had retracted, eyes staring at your face for what seems like hours but its only a minute,

"Please say something," You squeak, eyes brinming with tears Lance instantly notices,

"No no no!" Lance quickly remembers it late at night, lowering his voice, "Dont cry," His hands slide to your face, laugh weak, "This is amazing,"

"It is?" You swallow, "But we're in the middle of battling Honvera, our reality could be destroyed,"

"All of that doesnt matter," Lance stands up, raising you to your feet and pulling you into his chest, "Because I know once we go back to earth, my family is going to be thrilled,"

"They're going to flip," You choke out a laugh, looking up at the boy, "I cant believe this is happening,"

Lance flashes you his famous grin, kneeling doen and placing his hands at your stomach, softly speaking a flurry of Spanish you dont understand,

Putting a hand in his hair, you sniff, Lance standing back up and pressing his lips against yours, eyes shutting,

"Too bad its night time and everyones asleep,"

"Whys that?"

"Because I really want to yell in Shiros face that theres a new Space Dad in town,"

Hunk

You hadnt meant to wake him up. He looked so peaceful in the three seconds you got to look at his face, before your body forced itself to the bathroom to kneel at the toilet,

You thought you were quiet, but the hair pulling itself from your face was an answer alone that Hunk had followed you to check up on you,

"Thats the third time this week youve thrown up," Hunk frowns, grabbing a hair band to pull your hair into a messy bun, "And its only Tuesday,"

"Guess I just have the jitters," You force a laugh, coughing into the toilet and groaning, Hunks hand running up your back, "Or the stomach bug,"

"I can make you some green tea," Hunk suggests, your watery eyes looking at him and catching his soft smile, "Itll help ease your stomach,"

You nod, wiping your mouth and flushing the toilet, taking Hunks hand to stand on your own two feet, "I'll go see if Coran can give me a check up," You put a hand on your stomach, Hunk wrapping his arm at your waist to help you out of your shared bedroom,

"You two alright?"

You look over, Pidge standing just outside her door and staring, "I heard someone running,"

"Sorry I woke you up Pidge," You say genuinely, Pidge waving you off,

"Can you make sure she gets to Coran okay? Im going to make her tea," Hunk steps back from you, Pidge taking his spot by grasping your arm,

"You know, I dont want to spook you," Pidge looks up at you, "But weird food cravings? Sudden tiredness? Sickness? I think you might be pregnant,"

"What?" You dont notice your knees buckle until Pidge has her arms at your torso, and Keith is running up to throw your arm around his shoulder and lead you to the medic bay,

"Oh quiznack!" Coran starts up a healing pod, waving you inside, "What happened?"

"Coran, I think Y/N's pregnant," Pidge admits her theory, the shatter of a cup making the three turn to face Hunk, his eyes wide and face pale,

"She's what?" Hunk squeaks, Coran looking over in time for the pod to ding,

"Yep," He leans back, your body stepping out, "Y/Ns pregnant. Three weeks exact,"

Your wide eyes look at Hunk, before you yelp when his arms wrap around you, lifting you up,

"Holy- this is amazing!" Hunk sets you down, grin wide, "I mean, Im not ready to be a dad yet but no dad ever is,"

"I'm pregnant?" You murmur, hand running through your hair, "Oh God, I need to sit down," You pinch your eyes shut, Hunk lifting you and placing you on the table nearest to the pods,

"Its always a shock at first to new mothers," Coran explains, Pidge bringing in a new cup of tea, "But you will both be great parents, I can reassure,"

"Im not ready to be a mom!" You cry out, "I'm only nineteen, I was wanting to go to college and get married first- you know if our reality doesnt get destroyed, which, how the hell am I supposed to fight Honvera if Im pregnant!?"

"Well of course you wont be fighting," Coran clicks his tongue,

"But we'll need Voltron, shes the white lion," Keith reminds,

"Can we focus on the bigger picture here?" Pidge snaps, "Theres a baby Y/N or Hunk in here," She grins, hand at your stomach, "Maybe she'll inherit Hunks cooking skills,"

"That would be amazing!" Hunk cheers, your tears visible in his eye's, "Y/N, you have nothing to be afraid of," Hunk places a hand at your cheek, wiping away a tear,

"But what if something happens? I lost my father to the military and my mom struggled to raise me alone," You grasp at his yellow shirt, sniffling into his chest,

"Hunk is going to be there for your baby," Pidge declares, "And thats a promise Im making myself,"

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aehikoa1254 · 4 years ago

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Wifi ultraboost

WiFi UltraBoost Reviews Updated does it work?

Los Angeles, CA ( TS Newswire ) -- 28 Oct 2020

The recent event showed us how much we depend on the internet. Economies could have destroyed; businesses would have shut down if it werent for it. And firms that werent able to adopt it fell victim to such a disaster.

Not only that, when we got stuck at home, the internet was the only thing that helped us escape our mundane life. Some of us picked up new skills, like cooking and coding. And many of us just watched endless cat videos.

We couldve gone insane locked up in our homes. The internet saved our life.

But at times, it also left us frustrated. You could only use it from the living room as it is a dead zone in your bedroomno network. Or maybe the speed is slower in one place.

How do you solve that?

The quickest solution is to get a WiFi UltraBoost. It will take care of issues like the low signal, dead zone, and net speed for you. With it, you dont have to put up with lousy WiFi. You can get to know more about it in the WiFi UltraBoost reviews.

WiFi UltraBoost what is it?

The WiFi UltraBoost is a mini device that boosts the WiFi signal. Even though you have a router, covering the entire home with it isnt possible. No matter how good the router is.

And you experience that too as many areas in your home dont get a proper signal. You may get a good network in the living room, but there is no signal in the attic. Even if you pick up anything, the speed is too slow.

Why does the signal weaken?

You get a weaker signal in some parts of the home as it gets disrupted. All the obstacles in your home like the wall and other devices frequency interfere with the WiFi....https://apnews.com/63c876db04a0654370391fc9dab26fe1

Using the WiFi UltraBoost, you can extend the range of the signal. It will amplify the WiFi signal to a wide area for you to get a network even on those dead zones. That will let you enjoy good speed from all parts of your home.

Besides extending the range, the WiFi UltraBoost also improves the speed and efficiency of the network. You can now connect more devices. The latest 802.11ac technology used in the device can handle the traffic. With more and more devices using the internet, WiFi performance can get hampered a lot. The UltraBoost solves that.

Why WiFi Signal degrade?

Most homes use a router to get internet at home. But the signal isnt perfect. The further you move away from the router, the weaker it gets. And it can even cause you a loss in certain parts, creating a dead spot.

So, why does the signal degrade like that? The following reasons play a part in such a signal issue at home.

Anything physical obstacle can create a barrier. The WiFi radiofrequency isnt able to move through them entirely. Thats why you dont get a strong signal from the router. The concrete walls get between them. And that causes the signal to deteriorate.

Radio frequencies: Other devices using RF can also cause the issue. For instance, when you call using the phone, it uses the waves too. During that moment, that RF can interfere with your WiFi signal. And that is when the signal weakens.

Weather: In case of bad weather like a storm, the WiFi signal faces an issue. You wont get a proper connection during that time.

Any of the reasons above can affect the quality of your internet network. The solution is to use the best WiFi extender to FIOS to boost the network strength.

Who can benefit from WiFi UltraBoost?

You get the idea of how the best WiFi extender can come in handy. Yet, youre not sure whether you need one or not.

Knowing there is any benefit in using one in your case will help you decide. Thus, lets check some scenarios where the WiFi UltraBoost can make an impact.

Dead Zone: Youve got the attic or the garage where there is no signal. There can be places like such in your house where the network is not available. If you got one, then getting a WiFi UltraBoost can help you turn those dead spots into a WiFi zone.

Slow WiFi: Maybe youve set the router in your office. And youve got your gaming room in the basement. You get the signal there, but it isnt as good as in the office. You cant enjoy the game as there is latency. Getting the best WiFi extender for gaming will provide proper speed to have the issue fixed.

Faster internet: There are new WiFi technology getting adopted that does not support the old routers. If youve got such a router, youre missing out on them. You can go and buy a new router to solve that problem. But that can be expensive. What you can do is get a WiFi UltraBoost. It adopts the same cutting-edge features. Not only will it give better speed, but it will also be able to support more device

Cover Large Area: If youre living in a big house, there is no other way around it. You have to use the best home WiFi extender and improve the range to all parts of the home. And you might need more than one to do that depending on the size of your property.

Get WiFi outdoors: You want to be on the internet all the time. To check emails or browse through Facebook. But sitting by the pool, you cant do that. Either youve got to get up and get in the home. Or use cellular data. And you know those have sky-high prices and are limited. Rather than using it, you can set up a WiFi UltraBoost closer to the pool to get the WiFi.

Technical DetailsIns and Outs of WiFi UltraBoost:

You feel like the WiFi UltraBoost can improve the WiFi situation youve got. Still, you need to know about the gadget. Those intricate details will help you to learn more about the device.

And you will be able to judge better whether it meets your needs or not.

With all old and new routers, you can use it. Even with digital services like your laptop and other such devices, you can take advantage of the extended range.

The UltraBoost improves signal strength. Using it will give you WiFi in all areas of your house.

It can boost the speed of up to 300 Mbps. The download and upload speed will improve. There will be no delays while streaming or gaming.

The device got built-in antennas that repeat the WiFi signal. I will extend the range to offer connectivity at distances.

There is a WPS feature that makes the wireless connection encrypted. The data transfer is secure.

To get users set up quickly, it comes with a cable to start using it right out of the box. Also, a manual guide is there to help with the process.

How to use WiFi UltraBoost?

From multiple WiFi UltraBoost reviews, there is one thing that everyone agrees about it. And that is how easy it is to install.

You dont need to be tech-savvy. The plug and play system doesnt need any real work. All it requires is a power outlet where youre trying to get the WiFi signal. Plug it there, and it is ready for use.

However, there are two ways of doing it. You can use a cable that you can use to connect the router to it. You can use that to extend the range. It got a concise user manual that got all the information regarding the installation and its use.

For the wireless system, there are few that you need to make on the WiFi UltraBoost.

Follow the below guideline to get it set-up in no time:

Plugin the WiFi extender and see if it is working. If the indicator lights up, which means it has started.

Now, restart the UltraBoost and reset it using the reset button. You need to hold on to the button for 10 seconds for that.

Then choose the function you want to use. You can use the WiFi UltraBoost in two ways. Either you can use it as a repeater for the WiFi or WiFi access point by connecting the Ethernet cable to it from the router.

To proceed further, you need to enter the password to make changes to use it. If youre using the AP mode, then the steps are the same. But only after finishing setting up, you connect the Ethernet cable to the UltraBoost.

A quick tip is always to do the set-up using the WPS mode as it will make sure you get WiFi protected way on for secure connection.

Where to Set-Up the WiFi UltraBoost?

The quality of the emitted signal depends on where you place the UltraBoost. You need to install it in a position where the WiFi signal from the router is steady. But not too close to the box as it will not be able to extend the range much. Similarly, putting it far away from the router will not work either. It wont get a strong signal to expand it further. Youve to find an ideal location close to the router and the area where youre looking to get the signal.

Advantages of WiFi UltraBoost:

Like any gadget, the WiFi UltraBoost has its perks. Take a quick look at them to find out what they are.

Strong & stable WiFi:

The WiFi UltraBoost gives you the same strength signal in all areas of your home. The download and upload speed will be the same throughout.

Simple installation:

The installation isnt complicated. Just find an outlet and plug it in. It will pick up the nearest WiFi network. Then follow 3-4 steps to set it up.

Portable:

While moving from one room to another, you can take the UltraBoost with you. Then plug it in that room to enjoy.

Economical:

To improve your internet speed, you dont need to get a new router or subscribe to a more expensive package. Increase the speed using the UltraBoost.

Versatile:

It works with all routers and ISPs. If you switch to a new provider or get a new router, you can keep using the UltraBoost with them.

Connections:

You can connect it in different modes. Use it wirelessly. But if you cant get a good signal, there is a cable too.

Connect everything:

There are too many devices connected to the internet today. It is hard for the router to manage that much traffic on its own. That impacts the net speedit slows down. However, the WiFi UltraBoost can handle all the traffic and maintain the same rate throughout them. No slowing down.

Limits of WiFi UltraBoost:

The only limit to the WiFi UltraBoost is how fast it goes out of stock. It is hard to get your hands on them.

UltraBoost User Reviews:

WiFi UltraBoost reviews that came in are quite positive. You can go through them on their official site. And when you do, you will see most had to say similar things.

Those who used it saw a significant difference in the performance of their network. The improved range helped them to connect their devices from anywhere in the home. But only the field didnt extend. They saw enhanced speed.

One of the customers had an issue while streaming. His screen always used to freeze. But that got fixed after installing the device. And the signal became much more stable.

Another common theme that all the reviews had is how easy it was for all to install and use it. According to them, the manual guide was super easy to follow. And security WPS capability left most customers with a happy smile on their face.

WiFi UltraBoost Available all over the World:

You can be living in any part of the world like USA, Canada, UK, Australia, France, Argentina, Brazil and get the UltraBoost. However, getting the device can be tricky due to counterfeits.

Especially, on third party seller sites like Amazon, you will encounter many such copies that look the same. There is no way to distinguish the way by looking at them.

However, they dont provide the same performance. And most of it is just dummy products. If you dont want to get tricked into buying one, then go to the official website of the UltraBoost. It is best to get it from the official website. Or you can buy it from a trusted seller.

Is investing in UltraBoost a good choice?

If your internet isnt troubling you, then you do not need the booster. But if the speed is dropping a lot. Or there are spots where there is no signal; then, it is worth investing in the UltraBoost.

Now, there are many reasons for such an awful WiFi network. Maybe the walls are too thick. There are also many metal cabinets. Or there are too many devices using the microwaves. Those things are getting in the WiFis way.

You can move the device to avoid the obstacles, but that wont solve the problem. And moving the wires and the router from one place to another can be overwhelming.

With the best WiFi range extender, you will be able to quickly go around those blocks without doing any of the above. It will boost the signal strength of the WiFi and send it to further distances.

Is using WiFi UltraBoost safe?

Your internet connection needs to be secure. Otherwise, anyone can get on it and take advantage of it.

And in todays time, most of us give attention to this aspect. Even using the WiFi, we make sure no one can get access to it.

Only the approved users can use it.

When you want to add a new device to the network, you make sure it fits within the system. It needs to be secure. With UltraBoost, you get just that.

There is no risk of leaking data packages as it uses the same SSH protocol as the router. Without permission, no one can get access to the network. The WPS feature ensures that.

Even if you reset your router, the extender will ask you to add a password to the device.

How much does the WiFi UltraBoost cost?

You might think a product of UltraBoosts caliber might cost a lot. But it comes at a reasonable price.

On top of that, you can save big bucks on your purchase if you get it from their official website. Thats because the best-rated WiFi extender comes with a massive discount of 50%. And it would help if you bought from there as it guarantees you to get the real product.

Ordering from their website will also grant you free delivery on the product. You can save money on that too.

And if you think like the expenses, it saves you; it is a steal of an offer. You dont have to get a new router. Nor do you have to subscribe to an overpriced internet subscription. The UltraBoost will give you what you need.

It will provide a network in areas youre not getting any signals. At the same time, boost the speed to enjoy bufferless streaming. If you want, you can save more money buying it in bulk. There are offers like buy 2-get-1 or buy 3-get-2.

For large homes where it requires more than one extender, the packages will save you much cash. Or buying it with your friends is another way you can all benefit.

Getting the UltraBoost is hassle-free. You can use most payment gateways like Visa, Mastercard, and American Express. The transaction is secure, so no need to have a concern.

After purchase, it takes about 10-days to get it delivered to your location. The location of your home can vary the number of days it might take to receive the device.

FAQ:

What does the WPS feature do?

The WPS is a standard WiFi protection system that helps to make the network secure by encrypting it.

Where to get it?

The best place to buy the WiFi UltraBoost is its official website, as there are many copies of it in the market.

Is it compatible with all routers?

Yes. The UltraBoost with all router models and ISP.

How much time does it take to install?

It doesnt take more than 3-4 minutes. Following the manual that comes with it, you can set the device up without any problem.

How much does it boost the signal?

With the device, you can boost your internet speed up to 300 Mbps at a 2.4GHz frequency.

Conclusion :

The internet is a big part of modern life. And during the current covid-19 scenario, we can see how it impacts our life. Working from home became a thing.

And many big companies are going to let their employees work from home even when things get back to normal. Microsoft already told that.

Let that aside, even to live a normal life; you got to have a stable internet. With more and more devices getting smart, the ecosystem at your home to work right; you need the internet throughout the house.

Your WiFi device cant manage all that alone. With all the obstacles around it, it cant offer you a proper connection. To solve that problem comes in the WiFi UltraBoost.

It will provide you with the range needed to get signals all-around your home. Plus, it will improve the speed to make sure you can work without any issue.

You can add many devices to the network, and it will be able to route the traffic without any problem. There will be no more slow internet. Plus, the built-in feature makes sure the data is safe.

Based on the research, the product helps to improve your internet. So, if youre dealing with weak WiFi, UltraBoost WiFi is the solution.

You can order it online and get a 50% off right now if you order from their website.

From what has been seen so far from the WiFi UltraBoost reviews, it is excellent.

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jinmukangwrites · 5 years ago

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Shaky Hands

Summary: Damian runs into Scarecrow for the first time. Dick’s understandably worried.

Warnings: Fear Toxin and all the fun stuff that comes with it.

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Dick’s going to have an aneurysm. Either that or he’s going to burst a vein. He thought he had finally gotten through to Damian, made him understand that they are Batman and Robin and they work together. They don’t run off in the middle of enemy territory to face people like Scarecrow alone.

Dang it. Bruce is probably rolling in his grave.

He leaves the goons he’s just finished taking out zip tied in the hallway of the building they found themselves in and sprints towards where he saw Robin disappear off to just a few minutes ago, cape billowing behind him.

He thought they were past this. He thought Damian has learned his lesson that he’s not invincible. After all the shit they’ve been through together, how could he not?!

Clearly, Dick’s mistaken.

Dick is so going to make Damian clean the floorboards with nothing but a toothbrush after this. God damn. Jesus. Amen.

“Robin?” He calls out, turning a corner and opening a random door. There’s nothing inside but furniture covered in tarps and dust. He lets out a growl, slams the door shut, and continues to the next room, finding much of the same thing.

Damn it. Damian hasn’t ever faced off against Jonathan Crane before. He doesn’t know what to expect or how to defend himself from a man whose the expert in his craft. That craft being fear. Fear that can do who knows what to a ten year old kid like Damian. He doesn’t want to think about the horrors Damian would see if under the effects of fear toxin, with the way his life has been it could be anything. The kid’s been through so much, so much more than what Dick can even begin to understand.

“Robin!”

He slams the next door shut, and another, beginning to feel a little desperate. Where is everyone? Where’s Robin?

Where’s Crane?

Suddenly, further down the hallway there’s the sound of shattering glass and something else banging heavily against a wall. Dick stiffens his jaw and quickens his pace towards the noises, and as he approaches his blood runs cold when more noises reach his ears. Laughter. Smashing glass, more bangs. Dick doesn’t hesitate to swing open the door and what he comes across is a demolished room with knocked over metal tables and vials of unknown substances stuttered against walls with torn wallpaper. Scarecrow is here, and so is Robin Dick notices with a spike of fear. Damian is fighting like a cornered animal while Scarecrow violently swings a scythe (where does he even get those?!), thankfully missing and slicing up the nearby wall even more.

Dick jumps into battle without a second of hesitation. He pulls out a gas bomb and launches it at Crane’s feet, causing the man to cry out and stumble backwards away from Robin. Vapor fills the room and Dick runs forward, ramming into Crane’s side viciously with a well placed kick. Scarecrow goes flying backwards, dropping the scythe and hitting the back wall hard enough to crack it. Dick cant help but notice that Robin is sliding backwards against the wall behind him, breathing hard and clutching his arm. Blood is sluggishly seeping out from the wound, not enough to be an immediate cause for concern, but enough to make Dick worry. Scarecrow is good with a scythe, but Damian is better at dodging. Something happened that made Damian not dodge in time.

Scarecrow groans from the back wall, but his chest is shuttering with small jolts of laughter. “Big bad bat, come to rescue the scared birdie?”

Dick snarls and charges forward once again, dodging Cranes last attempt at swinging his scythe and then executing a well placed blow to the back of his neck, knocking him out cold.

It’s silent for a second, nothing but the sound of Crane’s body slumping against the floor, but then suddenly, a small whimper meets his ears and he spins around, rushing with no hesitation to where Damian is curled up with his knees to his forehead, his hand wrapped so tight around his arms wound that it must be white knuckled.

“Hey, hey, I’m here,” he says, crouching down next to Damian and bringing his hands forward to comfort the kid. He’s never seen Damian like this, and it scares the hell out of him.

“I’m sorry,” Damian whimpers when Dick comes too close, he curls in tighter around himself and Dick pulls his hands away like he’s been burned, “I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry-”

And then, Dick understands.

He keeps any swears to himself, to not startle Damian even more than what he is, and reaches towards his utility belt to uncap a prepared vial of antitoxin. He uncaps it and slides the needle in, flicking any bubbles before he creeps closer to Damian. “Every thing’s going to be okay, I promise,” Dick whispers.

Damian nearly jumps out of his skin the moment Dick grabs the bicep of his injured arm. Dick can hardly even prepare himself before a steel toed boot is slamming into his jaw and the syringe thrown across the room. Dick swears and Damian cries out in anger, fear, pick one, and lunges for a blind attack. Thankfully, and Dick hates to call it that, the fear running in Damian’s veins throws the kid off just enough for Dick to grab his fist mid punch and jump out of the way of a swinging sword with his other. Dick tugs Damian close by his captured hand but Damian retaliates by kicking Dick’s legs out from under him.

He lands hard on his back but he at least kept his grasp on Damian’s hand. He swings his own leg out and knocks out Damian’s balance, pulling him down towards Dick in the process. Damian gives a pitiful cry when Dick finally manages to wrap both of his arms around the kid, restraining flailing limbs. Damian kicks out, screaming and crying and Dick simply wraps his own legs around Damian’s flailing ones and holds him until Damian’s voice cracks with a sob.

Dick feels like his heart is going to break, but he doesn’t waste time just sitting there any longer. He slowly and carefully begins to scoot backwards and transfers his restraining hold to just one arm so he can reach out and grab the antitoxin. Damian is full on crying now, and the things he’s saying makes Dick want to cry himself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, don’t leave me, I didn’t mean it, I’m not evil I swear, no no no Grayson please don’t leave me-”

Dick grinds his teeth and jams the needle into Damian’s arm, right next to his still bleeding wound where Dick suspects the fear toxin made entry in the first place. At first, Damian restarts his panic full throttle and Dick is forced to throw the empty syringe across the room so he can clutch his baby brother close as the antitoxin slowly begins it’s work.

“I’m here, Dami, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here-”

Dick hopes to god above that the antitoxin will work; it’s a catch all, made to fight the chemicals that frequently show up in Scarecrows poisons. He’d hate to have Damian suffer any longer than what he has to, and if he doesn’t calm down Dick will be forced to properly restrain him and get him to the cave so he and Alfred can get going on a better antidote.

Thankfully though, Damian does eventually go limp with a final sob, falling boneless against Dick’s chest with a pitiful mewl. “I’m here, shh shh shh, I got you…”

He keeps whispering and comforting until Damian’s small cries turn into even smaller sniffles, until he’s interrupted by a hand closing around one of his own.

“I’m okay now,” Damian says in a hardly comprehensible whisper. “You can let go now…”

He sound’s small, and Dick cant see his face but he’s sure his cheeks are red with embarrassment. As much as Dick doesn’t want to let him go, he also doesn’t want to make Damian uncomfortable in any way right now. He’s about to agree and let go, tie up Crane, call Gordon, and take Robin home to do some blood work and prepare his speech about how Robin could have gotten himself killed and yada yada yada… but then Dick notices Damian’s hand is still clutched around his own.

His hands are shaking.

Dick sighs and switches his grasp so it’s no longer restraining and more like a cuddle, pulling Damian closer to him while the kid calls out with a slight squawk.

“I’ll never leave you, Damian,” he says before he can really think about it. Damian stills, swallows, and relaxes into Dick’s grasp.

Everything can wait right now. All that matters is the kid in his arms just coming off his first dosage of fear toxin. Dick doesn’t want to think about all the stuff Damian has seen while under the influence, how long he had to hold of Crane on his own until Dick got there to save the day. He forces that all out of his mind so he can gather Damian closer and press his nose into Damian’s hair, watching Damian’s shaking hands like a hawk, until those tremors slowly still and Damian closes his eyes, cheek resting against the bat symbol on Dick’s chest.

“I got you, Dami,” he whispers, pressing his lips into his hair. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Damian hums sleepily. “I know…”

Then, so small Dick isn’t even sure if he heard it.

“Thank you.”

#whumptober2019 #dick grayson #damian wayne #dc comics #batman and robin #dc #nightwing #robin #fan fiction #jin writes #shaky hands #no.1

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blooooom · 5 years ago

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What do you do if the universe doesnt care about your "wants"? Ive wanted friends for years, dream about having them even. Same with falling in love. But nothing has happens and it's been years. I'm forced to sit and watch people around me fall in love while I don't get to. I'm happy for them but what about me? How do I get the universe to stop ignoring me for no reason? (1/2)

(2/2) I'm happy, have good self esteem, and love myslef very much. I love helping others as well. I'm constantly the friend people reach out to when they need someone dependable. But never get the same treatment from others. I am force them and discarded. How can stop this from happening? Its just painful and I just want real friends! Idk why I cant have that.

i often find when we’re not easily manifesting something, there’s probably some things to work out on the back end that may be causing us to have resistance. i don’t know the details of your situation so i’ll try to offer you some gentle reframing that might help bring more ease and understanding as you navigate this.

first, it might be helpful to switch your outlook from one where “i deserve to have friends” to “i am worthy of having friends”. when we think that we deserve something, that we’re entitled to it, that it’s owed to us, it highlights a kink in our flow. a blindspot where we see energy more as a transfer, and not a loving exchange. you are not entitled to friends. just because you are kind to people, helpful to them, reach out to them, it doesn’t mean that they are then morally obligated to do the same for you.

i know this sounds shitty and unfair, but it’s reality. if we were all entitled to be treated how we treat others - no one would ever be hurt. there’s clearly a dissonance here because so many of us know what it’s like to pour into relationships with others and get so little back, or to sacrifice for our loved ones only to be left high and dry when we need them.

how do you feel reading that? are you angry that you do so much for others, and aren’t getting anything back? are you frustrated that you seem to be doing “all the work” and no one else does? are you resentful of the people you’ve helped in the past because they haven’t kept up the bond you wanted to form? are you envious and jealous of other people who seem to have things easily where you struggle? are you mad at the universe it self for not doing what you asked?

all of those feelings - anger, frustration, resentment, envy, are expressions of fear. this fear can warp itself into neediness, desperation, entitlement, which then can lead you to showing up for others who you are secretly resentful of, or quietly adding to the tally of “what i did for them” vs “what they do for me”. there’s a pattern at play here that may be the culprit for why loving, balanced, connected, and intimate friendships aren’t showing up in your life.

the good news is, is that though you are not entitled to the friendships you seek, you are absolutely worthy of them. being worthy but not entitled looks like drawing necessary boundaries and setting secure standards for yourself and the people in your life. it looks like recognizing that relationships are a lot like the universe. in some of them, you will be a planet that circles the other person, in others, they will circle you, in some still, you will be like a distant moon they only check in on when they remember, and that is okay. that is the nature of life.

because you are worthy of the kind of friendships you seek, you can relax and be sure that the friendships you’ve experienced previously simply have not been right for you, and that is okay, because what you seek is special, and rare, and deep, and when it comes you will know it and so will the other person.

being worthy looks like having gratitude towards the people who once resented, because they helped to refine your standards and they taught you that it is okay to prioritize one’s self and one’s needs, and just because you are selfish it doesn’t mean the world will stop spinning. once you realize that you are worthy of a good friendship, you no longer feel obligated to entertain bad ones in hopes that the OTHER person will think you are worthy. you already know. you can just skip that part.

the universe is not ignoring you, i promise. you are not being neglected or skipped over while some magic hand gives all the other little boys and girls love-shaped candies. even this process of feeling shitty and needing advice and reaching out is part of the journey. you are literally shaping yourself, energetically, vibrationally, into the person that will match with people who love you, see you, celebrate you, and appreciate you. this is what it looks like, and feels like. the universe is working right now, through the both of us.

keep me posted on things, i look forward to you healing through this. you deserve it. you’re are worthy.

#asked and answered #inbox: anonymous #inbox: advice

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low-budget-mulan · 5 years ago

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Hi! How often do you run into psychiatric patients during work as an EMT? I'm doing psych right now and we had a 12 yo girl whose mom had her in porn at 6mo-9mo and I just want to scream at 1. these people who are pro-porn and 2. the mom is clearly mentally ill, but still what the effffff. So how do you deal with these patients?

I'm going to start this off by saying that those parents should be reported to CPS. That is absolutely disgusting and I would not let those monsters anywhere near a child. If you have not contacted the proper authorities yet then please do so now because their child (children?) Are being abused and absolutely nobody deserves that. Especially an innocent child. If you have actual evidence of the abuse and the evil things that the parent did then those kids should be taken away and locked up never to see the light of day again. Pieces of shit.

We run into psych patients on the regular. Whether it is a person who is having a psychotic episode, a person who is suicidal, a person who cant take care of him/herself, or a person who just has some sort of addiction where they are self medicating to forget about their problems (either drugs or alcohol. Sometimes both). It is all part of the job. Each patient is different. I've had psych patients who wanted complete silence. I've had psych patients threaten to harm/murder/rape me. Hell, just a couple days ago one tried to attack me in the back of the ambulance on the way to the hospital. I've had psych patients who just wanted someone to talk to. And I've had psych patients that I didnt even realize were potential psych patients until after the call was over. You have to be able to assess the situation and from there you can move forward in patient care. I'll give you a couple examples of times situations were handled well and times they were not and how I decided to act/treat my patient.

1.)

We had a 911 call for a behavioral overdose. Sheriffs were already on scene (good). We get there to find a high school aged girl. She was alert and oriented (AO). Her whole family was around plus the sheriffs, plus the fire engine, plus the fire medics, plus me and my partner. There were too many people. We are trying to talk to our patient and figure out the whole story but she isnt really talking. I turn to the fire medic (they technically are in charge of medical calls, so what they say goes even if it's wrong and stupid) and say let's get her loaded up and he agrees. We walk her to the gurney and load her into the ambulance. Typically we allow one family member/friend to ride along with a patient especially if the patient is a minor. Unless the patient is a psych patient. And heres why. Once the girl was in the back of the ambulance and away from the hoards of people she started answering our questions. She told us everything that happened leading up to this point and why she did it and how she was feeling. I gained her trust by talking to her and separating her from what was causing her anxiety and other feelings that werent good. During the transport I realized she just needed to be distracted. I was monitoring her closely with the medic and got all the medical information I needed. So we just talked about school and plans for college. We talked about her favorite tv shows and how I spelled my name wrong for 13 years. That's all she needed. But not everyone needs that. This is an example of a good call.

2.)

I will start this off by saying I can be sarcastic. Which is not always a good thing. Okay so. This was a transfer call for a man on a legal hold. We were taking him from an emergency room to an actual psych facility where the remainder of his hold would be carried out. This guy was extremely tall like over 6 feet and used to be in the military and still worked out a ton so he was pretty muscular. I just so happened to be driving this day. While my partner was getting his report I went to go get a set of vitals to make sure he was stable and nothing was wrong. Before I can even get them this dude is making all sorts of racist remarks and how he doesnt want to go to whatever psych hospital we are taking him to because "its associated with a certain kind of people if you know what I mean." Then goes on to say hes not going (which tbh if you're on a hold it doesnt matter if you want to go or not. You have to go until you are psychologically cleared). I explained that because he was on a hold he had to go and I wasnt the one who set up the transfer. I literally am just the driver and I go where my dispatch sends me. He then responds with "well what if I fight you" I realize I wasnt going to get my vitals and that this guy was going to be a problem. I walk over to my partner and tell him what's going on and that we need to use restraints (which I rarely use because who wants to be restrained?). At this point we now have sheriffs there to help us get the guy on our gurney and to protect us if this guy freaks out. We get him on our gurney and I put the restraints on. After putting on restraints you have to check for a pulse in the extremity and make sure they can still wiggle their fingers/toes. So I ask him to wiggle his fingers and he flips me off. Me being the sarcastic person I am and without thinking I responded with "oh thanks. I havent had that in a while. Could I get another?" The dude then threatens to rape me and becomes very agitated. I messed up. We de-escalated the situation thank goodness. But I could have handled that situation better. I knew he was already agitated and a dumb comment like that could have easily been the breaking point for him. Dont do something stupid like that.

3.)

We had a transfer for a woman who was on a hold. This was out of one of the worst hospitals I know. Literally the hospital that killed my grandpa. I already hated being there, but how the staff treats patients both medically and professionally (if you can even call it that) was absolute shit. I hated this hospital even before my grandpa was a patient there because of how incompetent and rude the staff was. Sorry I got distracted and ranted, but the backstory is relevant. I go to try and get a report from the nurse who knows absolutely nothing about this patient. Cant give me any history. Doesnt know what meds (if any) were even given. And gets annoyed when I ask for an actual report. Not just the "oh yes that lady is on a hold. She can talk but is being selectively mute. And you're taking her to this place. K bye." At this point I realize I'm going to get nothing from this 'nurse' and I just look through the packet. I go over to the patient who is just sitting there on the bed staring off into thin air. I realized that any loud noise or sudden movement scares her. So I slowly inch my way to her and introduce myself. I tell her I'm there to take her to a different hospital where the staff will be able to take care of her better and where she can get the help she needs. In that whole interaction I got her to say maybe a couple words. And they were basically what's going on. I realized the staff at this shit hospital did not tell her what was happening. Nobody told her she was being transferred. They literally just left her to sit in her own feces because they couldnt be bothered to do their job. Before I even touched her I told her everything that would happen. I walked her through the entire transfer process and let her know what was going on. Then once we were ready to actually start getting her onto our gurney before I made any movement I told her exactly what I was doing. She was completely fine with me. Once we get her to the psych place we finish up our transport and are about to leave she grabs my partners hand says "are they going to be nice and take care of me here?" My heart broke. I told her that yes she would be taken care of and that she wouldnt be ignored here as I know this hospital has great staff. She smiled and let us go.

By assessing the situations and the patients you are able to figure out how to handle your patient. Ive learned from my mistakes and I've learned from my coworkers who have been around longer than me. But always be cautious as a patients mood can change at any time. Even if you dont do anything to trigger it. A patient will go from happy and smiling to trying to punch you in the face. Know your surroundings. Be ready to react because things can change in an instant.

Addition: any sort of illegal activity I will report to the proper authorities. I have reported hospitals, families, and nursing home for neglect and other forms of abuse. If you are sure then ask someone who knows more. I usually ask the supervisor I trust or my coworker who's been doing this for 20 years.

#long post #ignore the errors #i just got off work and am typing this on my phone and my brains not working

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DBHI: Equilibrium, Ch. 1- “Resistance”

Characters: Noah, Gabriel (mentions of Amanda, Connor-50/Zach, Hannah Kamski, Sarah Graves) Word Count: 6,577

Noah ignores Gabriel's demand to leave him be, in favor of following the order of his commanding officer and attempts to make up for Zion's less-than-welcoming attitude toward Archangel's newest cadet.

( Chapter Art by triple_jays_art , Co-authored by grayorca15)

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December 16th, 2040 - 7:48 PM Elevators were invented in 1853. As a concept, they hadn’t changed much since. The basic premise was the same - it was a mechanism designed to facilitate vertical travel moving in an upward or downward direction through a given building. Any other considerations beyond that were purely for aesthetic or superfluous reasons. Androids, as the world now knew them, were standardized in 2022 with the introduction of Cyberlife’s ST200 line. Countless revisions and additions to their available lines had been made since. For machines that were intended to look, sound, downright smell like the humans who designed them, they were as refined as could be by the time the company went belly up in 2039. Gifted with all the nuance and intricate thought process his designers saw fit to imbue him with, Noah found his opinion of the elevator car’s default Muzak could be summed up in one word: “Abysmal.” He reached out to give the parting doors a helpful shove, rather than wait for the car to slow to a standstill. The once-pristine glass scraped and squealed as it was forced open ahead of its automated cycle, and he desperately forced his way through the narrow opening in a subdued fit. A few fresh scrapes joined those already present on the worn-down laminate as he stepped out, he just couldn’t get away from it fast enough. “Whoever thought this place ever needed Barry Manilow instrumentals deserves to be arrested,” he huffed as he straightened out the cuffs of his coat and tugged at the lapels. “If I find out they’re living so much as within a kilometer of this island-“ Noah cut himself off at the sight of the landing he had been brought to. It wasn’t quite post-apocalyptic levels of ruin and carnage, but this semi-destroyed corporate hallway had seen better days. The lattice-covered windows lining one wall looked southwest unto the half-frozen river some thirty stories below, snowflakes wafted in and out of sight. Whatever damage control shutters it once possessed had not been closed in the last couple of seasons. The gusting winter wind blew through spiderwebbed cracks, holes the size of tennis rackets let in draft after draft. The linoleum floor was dirty and slippery, partially crusted with ice. A vile mix of particulate, dirt, dust, and other once-airborne contaminants had since discolored the pearly white surface into a streaky, blotchy affront to the eyes, though it couldn’t outdo the dated choice of traveling music Noah had stepped away from. So long as he didn’t trip and fall and tarnish his spotless black and white jacket on it, the mess was avoidable and therefore tolerable. A second closer look at the floor revealed just what he had hoped to find- the minute impressions of footprints in the grime. And recently made, no less. “Well, now, it seems like you’re not as dense as one might think. Come to see what files are left to peek at, are we?” There wasn’t much left that hadn’t already been procured, copied, or transferred, with the original servers lugged away. The company had long since stopped keeping records on paper. What printouts were left to be found there, in the ransacked marketing cubicles, were nothing but financial negotiations and signed contracts, nothing of the actual building of androids. Maybe that was what his quarry found so peculiar, though. It was all before their time, if only slightly. While most other Zionists might have liked to think Cyberlife was ancient history, for the two like-faced individuals (who were the only two of their kind still functioning) it was closer to present tense. They may not have known the company at the height of its power, but indirectly or not, they were getting an education. The tower, which was once the epicenter of every major business move Cyberlife ever made, still boasted an eerie imposing aura of mystery and grandeur. “Or maybe I’m giving him too much credit,” Noah mused. He wasn’t one to tolerate long periods of silence very easily. He inched and sidestepped his way around broken slabs of plaster, looking between the floor, walls, and ceilings for any hints he was still following a fresh trail. Only so many indicators gave some of the damage away as new, compared to the razing anti-industrialists had once wrought on the place. Part of the bankruptcy settlement had involved giving the laid-off personnel time to clear out their possessions, though a few had brought along friends of the not-so-peaceable variety. Like something out of The Odyssey they sprung from hiding in plain sight had ransacked every level they could before being detained and charged with destruction of property. What was especially ironic was that they’d discovered most of those ‘friends’ were deviants who’d bribed the financially drowning board members for one last chance to get in and spit in the company’s eye before it went under. A few doors were closed, though most had been left ajar. Toward the end of the corridor, Noah found exactly what he had hoped- fresh skid marks were a door jamb had forcibly been ripped out. The boot prints with their Archangel-issue tread didn’t continue on, they led inside. Whatever name had once been stenciled on the door had long since been evicted from the premises. At a glance, it looked like the office was the former domain of some marketing bigwig. Cabinets lined the walls, drawers had been pulled out and documents rifled through if not missing completely. A few once-living husks of ferns in decorative pots positioned in every corner had wilted from lack of water and direct sunlight. But as with any office, the main attraction of the room was the sizable desk taking up the center of the space, toward the window at the back wall. Two empty guest chairs had been shunted aside from their spot facing the desk and propped against a wall. The third -a posh, overly-cushioned monstrosity- sat on the opposite side of the desk facing the cracked window. There was no sign of life to it, save for the few wisps of wavy brown hair peeking up from over the headrest. Although the chair was listing precariously about fifty degrees to the left, it hadn’t yet tipped over and spilled its occupant onto the floor. The man was canted far enough over in the opposite direction to counteract the leaning, even in his sleep.

He didn’t bother with a knock or offer so much as a “hello” to announce his entrance and wake him. Noah merely swerved around the desk, paused for one last check to see this was who he expected, then leaned in with a perfectly-disarming smile.

“Living dangerously already, are we?”

Gabriel’s blue eyes ripped open with a hard twitch as the chair tipped off-balance. Both hands shot out and snatched the lapels of his coat before Noah could move back out of his reach, but the falling momentum yanked him off his feet and sent both androids tumbling back over the head of the chair. In one fluid movement, Gabe’s hand reached for the weapon lying on the desktop, tossed Noah onto his back, rolled up onto his knees and pressed the barrel of his gun to the chest of the already-surrendered intruder. Noah may have been afraid if he didn’t know the detached look in his attacker’s eye half as well as he did. It wasn’t his first time encountering the protocol, but it was his first time on the other end of it. It was just a reflex, however overkill it may have been. All he could do was hold up his hands and wait for him to terminate the combat protocol, which he did a few seconds later. Gabe blinked hard and focused his eyes on the man on the other end of his gun, waving and grinning impishly. “...Noah?” His voice nearly cracked as he angrily squinted in recognition. “Who else would it be?” “Oh, fuck me-” The brunette groaned, slammed the gun back to the surface of the desk with a resigned sigh and pressed his fingers into tired eyes. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.” He managed to sound disappointed, the way he said it. Maybe that was the first real peaceful recharge he had gotten since being released, maybe it was his first substantive nap ever. Noah might have found the overreaction to being roused from it excusable, if not for one small (vaguely personal) affront. Noah mirrored the annoyed squint currently being leveled at him, and the grin dropped. “With apologies, then, but how exactly was I supposed to wake you up, hm? You know if I so much as touched you, I’d have been leaving here with a limp wrist.” Gabriel didn’t appear to appreciate his reasoning. “Is it so hard to knock!?” he whined in as high an octave as his emulator would allow, and pushed himself up off his knees. Noah met the reaction with a raised eyebrow. Try as he did to come across as unflappable and reticent, Gabriel could bring the same melodrama when sufficiently motivated. And nothing brought it out like a good needling by his fellow RK900. “Well, aren’t we touchy today,” he noted as he scooted back out of the surly-faced, black-claden shadow of his look-alike. Noah stood up at a presumably-safe distance before he smoothed down the new ruffles marring his jacket. “I wasn’t expecting visitors,” Gabriel hissed as he begrudgingly picked up the chair and sat down in front of the desk, buried his face in his hands and mimed rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Clearly.” Noah paused and frowned to appreciate the show of fatigue. “How long has it been since you slept?” “I haven’t,” Gabe mumbled into his palms, LED blazing red to testify to his less-than-optimal operational levels. “That was the first time I’ve managed to, so thanks for waking me up.” That at least explained the bitter edge. Whatever he’d been doing before he decided to try and take a nap wasn’t so obvious. He’d been released from Archangel custody nearly five days ago and hadn’t done much to start settling into Zion since, much less on the thirty-first floor of Cyberlife Tower. Gabriel hadn’t even set up so much as a cot to lay on. A building this many stories, there had to be more comfortable places to make due. “You’re welcome,” he offered in as perplexed a tone as he felt. Noah finished his readjustments to grab one of the disused office chairs, then dragged it over and spun it around to face Gabriel’s bowed head. “Put your feet up while you’re at it. I’m sure my questions will bore you back to standby in no time.” “Questions?” Gabe bristled, though it wasn’t an abnormal response for him- more like a constant state of being. The glare he shot back at his would-be interrogator looked hairy enough. “Why are you here? I thought I told you to leave me alone.” “Yes, you said, I disregarded. Unfortunately heeding your word means contradicting my given orders,” Noah scoffed, paused to let the information simmer, and sat down. It wasn’t as if he could forget the minor thrashing their parolee had given him a few days prior. “Again, sorry about that- if you don’t like it, take it up with Director Graves. No one says you can’t.” Gabriel didn’t bother to seethe at the mention of her name. As much as he resented Sarah’s suspicion, he understood it all the same. “And what is it she thinks you’re gonna find me doing that’s worth wasting your time to invade my privacy?” he asked, eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head in exasperation. “Napping isn’t a crime.” It was very tempting to tsk at the remark, quip something witty about how it wasn’t against the law to sleep, but to go out of one’s way to visit a location of such import as Belle-Isle…? That did impress Noah as peculiar enough to be followed up on. After all, it wasn’t that long ago trouble came rolling out of this place in waves- economic, societal, and otherwise. Was Gabriel so naïve as to not realize how this looked? Noah shrugged, crossed his legs, and leaned on one armrest for poise. No sense in letting it go to waste when he had taken the time to arrange it, all therapy-office-like. “First of all, this isn’t a waste of time in my book. None of this is.” Whether he agreed or not, Gabriel needed help getting adjusted. “Second- you know that as a cadet of the academy, there are dormitories to be claimed just up the street from the plaza?” Gabriel closed his eyes in place of rolling them again and managed to project a twinge of hurt. “No one wants me there. You know it as well as I do. Better to just seclude myself where it won’t make anyone uncomfortable.” “So instead you decide to hole up in the offices of the very same company whose commanding artificial intelligence built us in secret for the express purpose of undermining whatever city-state Jericho evolved into?” Noah popped his brows, having deadpanned his thoughts into one droll summation, then scoffed again with a dismissive wave. “No, nothing suspicious about that at all.” “Better to be as far away from those I was originally sent to terminate,” the other retorted, kicked up his heels on his desk, crossed his arms and looked away from him. The combination of gestures made him look more like a sulky fifteen-year-old than a five-day-old former killing machine. “Who am I gonna hurt here?” The records as to who all he had actually terminated were unclear. It seemed Gabriel (and the other nines) had only been sent after a singular target apiece, which he had failed to kill. Luckily for Reese, Detective Reed had been running late that morning and intercepted Gabe on his way to off his boyfriend. Unfortunately for Gabriel, threatening the life of Gavin’s partner had sent the policeman into an overprotective, adrenaline-driven rage. Gabe may have failed at completing that objective, to the offense of only two individuals, but he’d certainly offended a few weak-hearted types in ever turning those icy, piercing eyes on anyone since. Noah declined to humor the subject just yet. This wasn’t about what his counterpart may or may not have done. It was what he was presently doing, drifting about the city like a rudderless kite. He could use a guiding hand if not a chaperone, even if he didn’t yet accept needing it. “If you’re so paranoid about the possibility that you might do something along those lines, you know you can ask me for help, right...? Once upon a time, I went through the same phase.” “I’m not paranoid, but they are,” he explained in as flat a tone as ever. Gabe didn’t even bother to acknowledge his offer of help or look over at him, only stared out the broken window at the back of the room. Intentionally or not, it did face northwest- in the vague direction of Zion. Noah followed his eye-line, drummed his fingers, and considered where it was aimed before rising to the bait. He knew better than somehow many handouts Illuminate could spare to every stray deviant left on their doorstep. Demand far exceeded supply these days, sadly, they could only do so much with what they were given. Even with being the superior model he was, clawing his way up the societal ladder from where he’d started had been anything but easy, even if it didn’t look it; and Gabriel was only just starting out. He couldn’t get discouraged that fast, it was unbecoming. “Yes, well- my solution was to talk at them until they tired of trying to not listen. You’re taking the opposite tactic with the whole ‘man of few words’ bit, and it’s making people uncomfortable.” “Yeah? And?” The brunette shot him an expectant look and popped his brows. “That’s just fine by me, I don’t want anything to do with them- all their fake smiles and bullshit ‘best advice’...” He wasn’t completely wrong on that front. Zion’s squeaky-clean do-good public image didn’t hold up in every situation. Their less-amicable nitpicky side took some getting used to. Neither agreeing nor disagreeing, Noah drummed his fingers again. “Then why are you still here, if it’s all so intolerable? Why not leave?” The sullenness lifted a notch, replaced by a kind of forlorn resignation. Gabe closed his eyes and pushed back in his chair a tick further to brush off the discomfort. “Where the hell else am I supposed to go, Noah…?” The question hung for a moment just long enough to convey the genuine frustration in it. “Outside of Zion, this country’s attitude toward Androids is even more twisted than it was before the revolution- you’ve got Watchdogs harassing humans for even suggesting we should integrate into society, and setting fire to deviants in the streets outside of Illuminate safe-zones.” Not that he was afraid of a fight, that much was crystal-clear. Noah tensed his jaw for the moment and let him continue. “And yeah- other Zion installments are popping up all over the country, but they’re all cut from the same political cloth, and they’re all gonna know my name and face. So leaving ain’t gonna do shit to help my reputation.” Gabe’s LED spun up and flashed a yellow blip as he sighed, bit his cheek, and let go of the anger. “I just keep hoping... if I keep taking my orders and doing what I’m told… sooner or later, something will fall into place and I’ll figure it out. Whether I realize ‘I don’t like this’ or ‘I’d rather do that’, I’ll get there eventually. What I do in between is irrelevant, as long as I stay out of trouble.” “So you’d rather just hang yourself up on a peg somewhere like a forgotten coat?” he challenged with a chiding tsk. If there was one thing Noah couldn’t abide more than silence, it was self-imposed quarantine. He had seen it in a few of their series, the recluses and the malcontents who sooner self-terminated than try to move forward without Cyberlife holding their leashes. The common denominator among them was the tangible lack of allies, friends, or in other words, a home. And homelessness wasn’t very becoming of any android, let alone an RK900. He wouldn’t let Gabriel default to it that easily. “Honestly, you can do better. Shutting yourself up on an island isn’t going to help your reputation any more than it is your state of mind. And trouble of one kind or another will find you.” Noah had plenty of colleagues and stacks upon stacks of case files that could attest to that. “Did you not see the decommissioned levels on the way up? Zion is still working with City Hall to dismantle this place week by week.” “You’re wrong,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone, “They’re restoring the production lines to accommodate Zionists linked to the Lazarus protocol.” Gabe glanced aside at Noah when he went quiet at his correction instead of replying. “There’s a reason I prefer to observe instead of talk, you know. People tend to flap their lips when they think you’re not listening.” “It still doesn’t explain being here if you’re looking to get away from said people.” Noah frowned and drummed his fingers once more -index to pinky, then back again- like sequentially raking the keys of a piano. “A less-trusting individual might even accuse you of planning to sabotage such a project. Based on nothing but proximity.” And therein lay the paranoia aspect again. “They can think all they want. They’d still have to prove me guilty.” True. And just as truthfully, Noah wasn’t exactly interested in helping Zion make any kind of case against Gabriel. He wasn’t given the best hand to begin with- waking up to deviancy was the only thing he could do to survive. It was that or join his fellow ‘suspect’ in a recycling bin because Amanda would sooner command him to self-destruct than allow him to sit in a cell on the Roman’s Road until he cracked. The latter had managed to terminate both his target and himself: offline and gone meant they weren’t catching half as much flack as Gabriel had in three weeks. Only in that sense was 'dead to the world' preferable to vagrancy. “Well, now I can say I gave you fair warning.” Gabe offered no more than rolled-eyes by way of thanks. Noah just shrugged. “You’re certainly guilty of being overtired, like a fussy, six-foot-three toddler. I know what it looks like on that face.” “Still trying to get the hang of sleeping,” he mumbled as he pressed his fingers into his eyes, over his brows, dragged the hand down his face and grimaced. “What a useless subroutine…” Sleeping to recharge (as opposed to going idle and conserving power) was one of their most basic emulations, the same way they faked their respirations or the ‘need’ to blink. “At the very least, it goes a long way in making you look cute at rest,” Noah remarked, as casually as he could, without a trace of a glib smirk to accommodate it. “So not so useless. I’ll take a picture next time and show you.” Gabe scowled and didn’t hesitate to roll his eyes again, as obviously as he possibly could. “How useful,” he mumbled through an annoyed growl, that did little to deter the intruder. “Depending on who you ask, yes,” Noah reached over to grab one of the upturned boots resting on the desk and gave it a pointedly playful shake from side to side. “And if you intend to sleep in this position, you’re doing it wrong.” Gabe hesitated to respond, closed his eyes, and curled the corner of his lip as if to consider the critique a moment. “If you came out here to tell me I’m sleeping wrong, you can save your breath and just leave.” “Actually, it was tertiary to that. If I had known it was sleep you were after, I would have offered you the apartment sooner.” The sudden revelation was enough to give him pause. Gabriel stopped in the middle of whatever retort he’d planned to give and did a double-take, then blinked and shook his head. His LED went solid yellow for a whole second for added effect. Confused was good, it was easier to pry through than huffy stubbornness. “Sorry, I must have misheard.” “No, you heard me right.” Noah grinned and arched one dark eyebrow for effect. “It’s an old second address I keep in Delray. Very low key, has all the basics if you need somewhere to crash for a few weeks, the only thing it lacks is a view. What do you say?” The more he talked, the quicker Gabe’s expression took a hard turn from confusion to annoyance and anger. That twinge of paranoia was acting up again, Noah could practically hear it, but the fatigue wasn’t helping to keep him level-headed either. “And why the hell would you offer it to me...? Out of the kindness of your heart?” he mocked, lip curled and teeth bared like a snarling dog who had suddenly been backed into a corner. “Or do you just want to keep me somewhere that’s more convenient to get to so it’s easier to check up on me? Somewhere you probably have a spare key to...? Thanks, but I’ll pass.” “Is there some clause in your operating manual that says everything ever offered is or was done with ulterior motives?” Having recited a perfectly made-up guideline to better sell his exasperation, Noah grabbed the toe of Gabriel’s boot and shoved his foot off the desk. The sole hit the floor with an unimpressed thunk, and the man tightened his jaw with a twitch in his nose before throwing it right back up. “If it seems as if I have any, I’m sorry to say they’re purely coincidental. But being appointed your probation officer needn’t be all about the negatives. I’m trying to help.” Name one other person who has, he added over the open comm without missing a beat, before Gabriel had time to retort. Gabe squeezed his eyelids together in a hard blink and turned his head away from him a twitch at the unexpected switch to nonverbal conversation. It was an endearing tic, but in his current frame of mind, Noah could only roll his eyes and re-cross his legs in a display of aggravation. He slumped down in the seat to lean his elbows on the armrests, fingers steepled. You seem to find it so tiresome to listen to me speak out loud. Is this better? “It’s worse if anything,” he replied out loud, a refusal to allow him the courtesy of an open line. Conversing audibly at least allowed him to choose his words carefully- a conversation held through instantaneous thought had the potential to catch any stray angry quip before he had a chance to filter it out. “Don’t need you in my head, too.” “Aw, it can’t be that aggravating.” Gabe fidgeted, turned and stared out the window for a few moments of silence before he asked belatedly, “Why do you have a second apartment?” No Android in Zion had so much economic success in the suburb’s short life that they could afford two properties. In keeping with his reputation-precedes-himself ways, Noah had since proven he was no ordinary android. The circumstances surrounding how he ever ended up in a Detroit landfill may have been hazy, but in the time since he had painted over that dubious origin story with more than a few fantastic stories of his own making. “Having a bolt hole or two isn’t so expensive when you pick the right property market.” Noah paused to let that sink in before he let the other shoe drop. “Would you believe me if I said it used to be the cache for a black market bio-components racket? Cyberlife settled all nice and neat on paper, but you wouldn’t know how many of their former staff knew enough of the production process to cobble together cheap knockoffs to sell. Delray was a favorite place to stockpile those spare parts for a few hot months after Belle-Isle was sealed off. Zion knew about it, but Archangel wasn’t quite able to spare any investigators. Enter stage right… moi.” Gabriel remained passively quiet with a suspecting leer even as he carried on a bit longer than he needed to. Noah shrugged and made a face at the memory of those nights of recharging with the constant wail of traffic and heavy machinery just two doors over. It hadn’t been the best few months of his short life. “That was before I got the loft in Brightmoor. Had to start somewhere, and I wasn’t so picky and impatient to think I couldn’t tolerate a warehouse district for a while. I just needed somewhere to put my feet up-” “I think you’re full of shit,” Gabriel finally interjected, cutting him off just at the end of his sentence. “Archangel database has that case filed under a Warrendale address- little out of Zion’s jurisdiction, but Android business is Archangel’s business.” It seemed that while he was spinning his tale, Gabriel had been doing his research. Maybe not so much a dumb grunt after all. Noah grinned and flashed a coy pop of his brows. “My my, sharp as a tack and handsome… we were definitely cut from the same cloth.” “Don’t hold your breath,” Gabe mumbled, “The similarities end there.” Once again the grin dropped in the face of such a tempting moment to layer on the sarcasm. Noah made an exaggerated show to brush the dust from the armrest but didn’t break eye contact. “Evidently, because the ‘old me’ would never settle for the likes of this to catch forty winks. If a detour was somehow meant to show you have no compunctions about demeaning yourself, guess what? Mis-sion accomplished.” He topped off the statement with three sardonic claps. Gabriel rolled his eyes and half smirked at the jab until Noah reached over to swipe at the foot closest to him a third time; this time, instead of letting it happen, he threw his feet down and smacked his hands away with an angry glower. “But I can’t sleep knowing you’re here when you could be resting somewhere better. No strings attached, Gabriel, really.” “You’re not going to stop offering unless I agree, aren’t you?” He took an even breath and let out a tired sigh as he rolled his head back against the headrest, slouched in his seat, and closed his eyes. If he was too tired to continue arguing, it counted for something. Without offering a straight yes or no, Noah scanned the desk for anything he could lob in his direction; unfortunately, the only items available turned out to be a few craggy crumbs of plaster that had rained down from the ceiling. After a quick, half-assed calculation, he swiped one of the larger chunks off the desk and tossed it at the headrest directly beside Gabriel’s face. The resulting flinch didn’t happen, however- his chair swiveled out of the way a hair as the piece dropped over his shoulder through empty air. Only one sullen blue eye opened to half glare at him. “Don’t make me bribe you with the cashmere slippers. They were supposed to be a Christmas gift, but here you’ve forced me into spoiling the fact they exist.” Gabriel blinked, if only just so he could open both eyes and roll them in exasperation. If this kept up, he’d be pre-emptively rolling his eyes every time he opened his goddamn mouth. “Say I accept- you gonna back off and give me my space? Or am I gonna come home to your smug face sitting on my couch ‘cause you’ve still got a spare key?” Noah pretended to think on that, and rubbed his chin before answering with a lazy half-smirk. “When time permits, maybe. But I do have more obligations than hounding you, sad to say. It’s called ‘having a life’.” Given how their first few encounters had gone, it only seemed like a newfound hyper fixation, but if he had his way he would devote more time to making sure this mopey doppelgänger started on a better foot than he had. It wasn’t the answer Gabe was hoping for, though, and he dug his heels in one last time in resistance. “Then what’s the point of trading free, private housing for somewhere I gotta see the judgmental looks of my neighbors at the start and end of my day, and pay rent…?” The academy did pay, but not well enough to handle rent, which was why they offered dorms. “Oh, for-” Noah bit his lip and clenched his fingers, projected frustration, and abruptly stood up. “You’re telling me you’re afraid of a little dirty glance here and there? I thought you were tougher than that.” “Afraid…?” Gabe popped his brows and shook his head. “No. I just know I don’t want to have to put up with it when I’m already short-tempered enough as is. How well do you think it’d go over if one of the neighbors got too nosey and rubbed me the wrong way on a bad day?” Considering how he’d been greeted at the start of this encounter, it was a fair counterargument. He couldn’t fault him when he thought about it like that. Gabriel already harbored a short fuse for annoyances (as exhibited by the sudden reversal he’d pulled when Noah snuck up on him not even ten minutes prior), and even if he could put up with the stares for a time, after repeated exposure to a frayed temper, the day would eventually come that he would snap on somebody and make things worse. Either way, there was still something to be said for Gabriel knowing what he didn’t want. However small that desire might have been, it was still a step in the right direction. So far, it seemed Gabe was on his way to becoming one of those newly-deviated that took their sweet time figuring out how to settle in. As much as Gabe may have wanted to pretend otherwise, he and Zach Preston (formerly known as Connor-50) weren’t so different in that respect. “I’d like to think that by then, given enough time to settle and mellow, you’d know which battles are worth the fight.” Noah mused as he crossed his arms and turned his gaze to what lay beyond the vantage of the window. Off on the far side of the northern riverbank, Downtown’s recurved skyline glowed almost tauntingly. “But until then, you either say yes to this fixed address, or I promise you I won’t let you out of my sight.” “You’re already hounding me enough as it is,” he scoffed in reply. “Am I...? Have you seen me and my immaculate hair anywhere near you these past four days?” “No, what incredible restraint,” he deadpanned in the most sarcastic tone he could manage. A tired look settled into the corners of his eyes at the thought of having to deal with these unexpected visits every day until he agreed to his terms. He knew exactly what he was doing. “If I say yes, will you give me my space?” he attempted to reason, turned and looked him in the eye to make him promise. “Please?” Noah smiled triumphantly and donned the most sincere, earnest face he knew, lifted one hand as if to testify on a sacred text. “Hand to rA9- if you need space, you can do better than some corporate wasteland.” Gabriel leered, still skeptical. He knew he wasn’t just going to leave him alone for good, but he could try to leverage this compromise in his favor. “I mean it- no more unexpected visits or sneaking up on me while I’m napping.” “You can hibernate for the winter if it so pleases you,” Noah sighed and finally indulged an eye-roll for himself. “Maybe it’d even explain the surliness. Part of your code was ported over from an ursine model.” He certainly had the build enough to pass for a man-shaped bear. “That’s not a ‘yes, sir’,” Gabriel chided in a fatherly tone as he crossed an ankle over the opposite knee, leaned over one arm of the chair, propped his fingertips upon his temple, and peered over at him with a half-lidded gaze. Something about the way he said it, coupled with the change of posture, shot an electric surge up his spine like a chill. The next glib response he had readied didn’t seem so witty all of a sudden. It wasn’t an unpleasant ruffle to his metaphorical feathers, but for being so unintentionally undermining, that just wasn’t fair. Noah scoffed defensively and tried to play off the familiar feeling of evocative attraction. “Pft. Excuse me? ‘Sir’ ? Last I checked, I was offering you a favor. You’ll get my affirmative when you actually get off your duff and go there.” “I’ve already met you halfway on something I don’t want to do,” Gabriel countered, his conviction unwavering. “This is the part where you accept my deal and stop being pushy.” Noah’s fingers twitched as it hit him again, and he stumbled over his resolve. He wasn’t wrong, there was a certain turning point at which the teasing became more work than fun, and they were rapidly approaching that boundary, about to cross another he wasn’t comfortable admitting to. “Oh, very well. Fine, there’s no possible way the rest of my night could get any more exciting than this,” Noah fumbled as he fished through the interior pocket of his coat. Fingertips brushed the tarnished old nickel key and removed it from its nest to set it down on the desk with a final-sounding clack. “Take it or leave it. That’s the spare to the spare. If you’re not there by tomorrow morning, I will find you again.” Gabriel exhaled through his nose in irritation as Noah transmitted the flickering address across his HUD out of the corner of his eye. “Oh, don’t worry, I believe you,” he replied, disappointment in his tone at being pressured into accepting. He didn’t even bother asking why Noah had a third apartment as well, lest he get another bullshit story that would keep him there even longer. “My bullshit meter says different,” he sassed back. It was his loss if he didn’t want to hear it, that yarn was even more extravagant than the first. It involved mannequins. “Must be a false positive from the last story you told.” “Hardly. That one was ninety-percent true. So what if I amended where it happened?” Noah turned away and let the question hang. He had made his bid at being accommodating, for better or worse. What came of the offer now was up to Gabe. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve said my piece. Good evening, Mr. Sourface-Surname-Pending.” That was the end of the conversation, as far as he expected; but then again, since they’d met, Gabriel hadn't been one to meet expectations, and this was no exception. “Hey-“ Noah stopped cold on his way to the office door as a firm hand wrapped around his bicep (almost wide enough to curl completely around it). Cheeks flushed a soft shade of red and he shot a dirty look down at it before he glanced down to meet the mirror’s warring gaze. The last time Gabe had worn such a look he was being interrogated in Archangel custody, just before he deviated. Creased brows and crinkled eyes coupled with a curling frown and a strong jaw made him look much older than intended, but it really sold the impression of inner conflict and gave him the appearance of seasoned maturity. The term handsome didn’t do him nearly the justice he deserved. But as much as Noah enjoyed looking at him in such proximity, he only waited a few moments before impatience got the better of him. “What is it now? Believe it or not, I do have obligations to attend to.” It wasn’t a lie, her name was Hannah. Gabriel scowled a little harder and averted his eyes before mumbling a quiet “thanks” under his breath. The word came out so soft it was virtually a whisper. Despite the gruff and grizzly persona, it seemed Cyberlife had bestowed upon him the manners befitting an RK-series, or at least the sense to know when he should be grateful. Tempting as it was to crow victoriously over attaining that much gratitude (however small), Noah pulled his arm away. Only a chosen few were ever permitted to touch his jacket, and Gabriel hadn’t yet earned the privilege. “There, now. Was that so hard?” “You have no idea,” he grumbled through gritted teeth as he swiped the key off the table, turned the chair around, and leaned back to stare out the broken window again. It wasn’t the reaction he’d been hoping for, but it was a start. Then again, Noah wasn’t sure what he’d really been looking for when he’d tracked him down that night. Orders aside, he’d just wanted to see him.

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