holy shit i need to get my shit together

You've mentioned before we can vent/rant about internal communication stuff so-

I, often doubt us. I lack the ability to hear the others. I can initiate conversations with them in headspace, but it either feels like i know what they said without them speaking or they "speak" in a way thats my thoughts but too the left, if that makes sense. i logically understand this is internal communication, but i struggle with accepting it. alot of my plural friends talk about hearing eachother speak normally, hearing their voices and all that, and i feel like I'm the odd one out for not hearing the rest of the system. (my own cohost has "laughed" at me for this, "saying" that i could hear them when we first directly interacted. i can't hear him, but i logically know hes chuckling. hes actually doing it currently.)

i know we have other internal communications, but place on we don't really switch, i often. Struggle. its hard to believe out friends when they talk about our plurality, and even notice others fronting, when i cant hear the rest.

do you guys know anyway to help internal communication? i want to be able to speak with the rest, or atleast my cohost, more properly.

(also, i want to thank you guys for making post about sepcutiem systems, i was just describing my system experience like that to a friend. it feels so nice to be so seen!)

((also, if for some reason i don't have this anon, please don't post it. i don't feel comfortable leaving non-anon comments on other accounts /gen))

It is anonymous indeed so we’ll go ahead and answer this.

Internal communication is a serious struggle and something that will likely be a lifelong learning process for you and your system. If it’s any consolation, though, we also experience communication more like a transfer of thoughts, memories, and ideas rather than literally hearing the voices of our system members. “Conversations” between headmates for us look vastly different than, say, having a conversation with another physical person. Also internal communication can look different for different systems, so if you never achieve the same kind of communication that you see in other systems, please don’t fret! That may just be the way your system functions.

There are lots of things you can do to improve your internal communication overall. Seeking guidance from a therapist is an obvious first and best choice. However, boosting external communication between headmates can ultimately make internal communication a bit easier. For us, our communication did not improve until we kept up with journaling, writing notes for each other, and using PluralKit on Discord to send messages to each other. Some systems find speaking aloud helps them to communicate. Building up any kind of communication between headmates will ultimately make internal communication more attainable for you all.

Also, if you are the host of your system, I’m sorry to say that internal communication will likely be more challenging for you than for the rest of your system. Our host still does not have as good of a grasp on internal communication as the rest of us. It’s something that has to be worked at in order to improve, like any other skill, and as the host you may have less experience with internal communication than the rest of your headmates. Also, please don’t get too worried or frustrated if it seems like you’re struggling with communication more than other systems, or other headmates in your own system. Everyone is different, and some things come easier to others or take more time, patience, and practice.

Finally, we will say that doubting is a common experience for most systems. Every system has worries or doubts about their validity from time to time, especially if they’re still new to discovering that they’re plural. Show kindness to yourself and your headmates as y’all continue to learn and grow together. We wish you luck on your journey!

🖋 Cecil and 🌸 Margo

Keeping on is all we can do but I'm glad to hear you've been trying to enjoy yourself and live in the moment. I am using this pride month to be a lil extra ✨️fruity✨️. And yesssssss, Anthony looks so good, I wanna bite that man so much 😭

I know how it feels when you wanna write but can't really get anything out so anything you come up with is a victory in my eyes and one step closer to getting the mcalpine sessions ❤️ and honestly??? I would be a terrible beta, I need someone to beta my fics too 😮‍💨 ALSO PLEEEEEASE GIVE ME ALL THE FLUFF!!!!!! I love the will they, won't they especially when it comes to Sammy but I absolutely melt when it's just all loving and soft and taking care of each other.

And oh boy, the drama. 💀 It was nothing to do with you specifically, just the ship. And it was indeed stucky. A lot of the shippers have this problem with having Sam there solely to be a cheerleader or therapist to steve and/or bucky. It got worse after Endgame because now they treat him as a replacement or second choice for bucky. I had to distance myself from the ship because I'm petty and like to fight 😩 But I love you and your blog and know you are a big stucky shipper and I just didn't wanna project my feelings of the ship/horrible shippers onto you. 🥲 You don't have to do anything extra because I don't actually mind stucky....as long as Sam is treated with the same respect and you obviously do respect him. 😊

But anyways, I'm also doing well! Was able to see some of my family I haven't seen since covid hit and am close to finishing one of my fics as well 👀 I might just have to come off anon and give you a sneak peek 😉 I love our little debriefing sessions so you will be hearing from me very soon, babe!

With love,

Your friendly neighborhood McAlpine Sessions Anon 💜

YESS fruity pride we love to see it, i hope yours was happy and safe til the end!! fully support ur biting anthony efforts hahaha and i’m glad u got to see some family!! i used mine to do a bunch of things on my to do list, mostly involving organizing my stuff before i move, cleaning house, training dog, and oral surgery which wasn’t fun lol and sadly my attempts to be really gay w friends were thwarted by fate… sigh

i did however write a bit more of sessions as well as revise some other projects so not too shabby! and luckily for you it’s literally all fluff because when left to my own devices i am the WORST at writing anything else until i absolutely have to. i want to write in some more sambucky specifically because as it is i feel like most of the doc is ot3 or samsteve bc the first half bucky is literally unconscious 😭 and it’s about resolving conflicts between steve and sam. they definitely have a will they won’t they until it’s very very clear they will and then they just can’t fucking stop and the rest of the entire thing is just them all over one or the other lord help me HAHAHAHA

i also started an extremely arduous process of transferring posts from another site to here and continuing pull over EVERY post from my old blog so i can just delete it which is fun because i get to get rlly into cap brainrot but also A Task to be sure lol. i meant to start watching secret invasion too but i literally cant with the hour long run time mcu is asking a hell of a lot of focus for me from my extremely overstimulating home with that like if i’m expected to watch a feature film u better put me in a damn dark little box of a theater in silence but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ eventually ill get to it ig

i’m so happy for you getting to the end of ur fic!! it’s such a satisfying feeling so congratulations and you got this!! especially if ur looking for a beta, id be soooo down for a lil sneaky peak. the professional editor in me never sleeps so i loooove giving feedback on work :) however ur comfortable w it but i gotchu bestie!!!!! as for the drama, OKAY THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!! for reference #stevebucky is my tag for the ship (not stucky which i used to use but now find ugly in comparison lol) if you ever need to mute it. i definitely get what ur saying and the frustration. the way some fans can write sam, especially in older fic, is for sure a problem and it can be hard, speaking from experience, to break the cycle. however i will say now that i write him more and fingers crossed, better, its real fun how his dynamic with steve can be completely different from his with bucky's and stevebucky's w each other!!! like its more fun to write them not the same and have them all and let sam be his own character! sam doesn’t have to add to their already extremely enmeshed (affectionate) relationship by being exactly the same type of caregiver yk? im guilty of resorting to therapist friend in the past but as someone with real experience in psychology now both as someone who has been to therapy since and who was in the process of becoming a therapist it’s just not even accurate to write him that way??? you can be supportive of your friends but first thing you do if they seriously need help is find them someone unbiased and uninvolved on a personal level lol i know raymer fucking sucked but there are other options if one wants a therapist plot who arent steves best friend!! i see a lot of writers relegating sam to steve’s replacement for bucky too, esp in older works w past samsteve post catws, and yet even as his EX sam is still just calmly playing steves wingman and doing his emotional labor and not at all bitter or hurt to be dropped immediately?? lol okay.... sure jan... and now ive seen some do the same thing where sam is just buckys replacement for endgame steve and its like noooo whyyyyyyy. so i totally see the frustration, but i do hope ur able to find better fanworks that align more w ur desired depictions!!! bc theres some fantastic stuff coming out of the cap fandom :)))

i’m glad both that i’ve improved my skills in writing him and his dynamics with both other caps, whether that’s platonic or romantic, and that mcu has given us more insight into his character than before which for me makes writing him easier too bc there’s just more of a basis to work with. no matter how a fan is including his character in a work, regardless of the main ship, he deserves to be presented respectfully and not as a prop. i really really hope i can do him justice both in sessions as part of the ship and in my other wip, dublin au, where hes one of the main side characters because he’s been one of my favorite characters since catws premiered and this polycule has become so important to me. plus i definitely want to prove myself a bit since i’m not happy with how i’ve written him in some of my other works. wooooow that was probably way more of an essay than u needed sooooo maybe ill end here w my little obligatory snippet, as a treat <3:

Steve figures he might as well start in on some real breakfast, because with the way Buck was looking up at Sam from beneath the weight of his arms, they’re gonna end up with Falcon Flakes and milk all over the damn floor.

Too bad he forgot he can’t cook for shit. Looking extremely pleased with himself, Bucky wanders in and sits down at their dinette sans shirt to chomp down an extremely burnt stack of waffles.

“Good char on these, Stevie.” He lies like the bastard he is, while pulling a grimace in what he thinks is only Wilson’s eye line.

as always, its been a pleasure and i cant wait for our next chat! loveeee

COFFEE ADDICT. — NMY

PAIRINGS — nct, nakamoto yuta x reader

GENRES — ghoul!yuta, tokyoghoul!au, student!reader, uni!au, fluff, angst

SYNOPSIS — yuta, the boy who sits two rows in front of you in biology class. yuta, the boy who has a secret he could never let you find out about. yuta, the boy with an undying craving for flesh and addiction to coffee. yuta, the boy who ends up saving you?

WARNINGS — violence, blood, idkkk

WORD COUNT — 1.5k+

TAG LIST — @uwu-yifan @peachjaem00 @heartyyjeno @guccichan @morkleeskneecaps

NOTE — ayyyy this is kinda messy but i wanna write more tokyo ghoul stuff because this was fun :)))

DEVILTALES — MASTERLIST

tokyo. the city that never sleeps. the city of big dreams and big problems — big ghoul problems.

you had heard plenty about the ghoul situation in tokyo before you had even applied to uni in the city. it was hard not to. not only was it printed in black bold lettering on the front of every newspaper after every attack, but you also found them incredibly fascinating. you were almost drawn to them, the mystery that surrounded them, the unknown.

but maybe that curiosity was always going to be your downfall.

since you had first moved to tokyo, there had been more attacks than you could count. the days between them descreasing each time. it was scary, of course, the stay at home orders and the many warnings to not go out at night increasing.

and you mostly followed them, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t partly intrigued.

♡ ♡ ♡

“afternoon class,” your professor welcomed you all, scribbling a topic on the slate board at the front of the class in large, scrawled white chalk. you had always loved biology, that’s why you chose it as your major. not only was interesting and you were constantly learning new things, but it just encouraged your aspirations to one day study the ghouls that ran the city. “today we’ll be learning about mutation.” he continued as you copied down the title.

you were good student, you paid intention in class and you got the work, often coming out with top grades. but recently you had been distracted by something, or more specifically someone.

the transfer from osaka that sat in front of the class and wore his cherry red hair in a ponytail was quite hard to miss. same went for his addiction to coffee, a cup from the same coffee shop downtown held in his hand every time he walked into lectures.

at first, you hadn’t payed much mind to him. you were working towards your dream and weren’t going to let some boy with bright hair distract you. but it was hard not to be intrigued — there was your undying curiosity again. sure, he was good looking, and looked like he had been carved by the gods or whatever, but that wasn’t what pulled you in.

he was different. the way he acted, the way he held himself, the aura that surrounded him. there was something different about him and you couldn’t quite place it, apart from the fact that he did quite literally only seem to live on the caffeine filled beverage.

class wraps up quickly, your attention only drawn to the boy a couple times. although you couldn’t help but notice how he seemed more invested in his note taking than normal.

at the end of this lecture, you’d normally head straight home to avoid the streets in the dark, but your biology had set an essay to be done with a rather tight turn around.

you could have, of course, organised your time to get it done another time. but it was one night, you would be fine, right? besides, a part of you was so fascinated by the beings that you almost wanted to see the things that stalked the city.

the library is quiet, most people not wanting to have to risk the journey home. yet it’s helpful, actually. you manage to plan and write most of your essay without much difficulty. but maybe that was because it was also on a topic you loved: ghouls.

you’re mid way through a sentence when you get a notification from your phone. a random text from your friend, some stupid meme, your attention drawn instead to the time that’s glaring back at you.

it was late, later than you had intended. and too late to really be out.

you pack up quickly after that, heading out of the library and making your way down the safest path home. you had your keys slid between your fingers, although you didn’t know how much use they would come to if an incident did occur.

the night is cold and black. an icy, darkness that seems to coat the city and leaves a shiver running down your line, chills prickling your skin. you continued down the street, making a sharp left turn. it’s a blind corner, one that you shouldn’t have taken, one that should have made you choose another route. but you had taken it anyway, maybe it your curiosity again that drew you to it.

you notice the blood first, a steady stream of thick red liquid trickling down the street, dripping it’s way down the drain. then the sound of ripping. meat tearing. flesh.

the gulp from your throat is audible, your eyes not even fully up as your feet begin to shuffle back, you don’t feel as intrigued or nearly as brave as before.

you try to escape, but it’s too late.

you see her eyes first. a fluorescent red surrounded by a black that matched the night sky. her hair a violet, bright shade that seemed to contrast the dark look on her face. a hungry look. “p- please- i won’t tell anyone i saw you- just-”

“just let you go? is that what you going to ask me, dear?” she inches closer and you wish you could run but your frozen, not only trapped by the crippling fear but by the ‘claws’ that extended from her body. “do you really want your last words to be pitiful begs?” her hand reaches to cup your neck, touch almost delicate. “i- i-”

“let her go rize.” your stammered words are interrupted by the voice of a man, his tone calm and steady. the woman shifts her attention away from you at his command but her hand remains gripping at your throat, tightening ever so slightly. “yuta?” she almost smiles.

the name is familiar yet you cant quite yet place why.

“i thought you didn’t hunt these pests anymore?” her face contorts into a pout, patronising the man who you still hadn’t caught a glimpse of. “i don’t.” he states and you can hear his teeth gritting. 

“and i thought your binge eater days were behind you?” he fires back, a bit more aggressively than before. 

rize’s head cocks at his words, body turning, hand dragging you with her. 

the way she smiles is so sickly and sweet, tongue poking out to wipe the reamining blood from her last victim from her lip. “you know her, don’t you?”

your gaze flickers up at her question, curious eyes scanning up the body of the man who had at least delayed your murder. his red hair catches your attention first, a vibrant shade that you recognise, although it’s no longer in a ponytail, instead framing his chiselled face. his jaw is clenched but his eyes are wide. “oh, did you not want her to know what you are?” she opens her hand, letting you fall to the ground. her claw instead coming to pin you to the ground. 

you had read about hers before,a rinkaku kagune, it’s strong and pushes hard against your chest until you’re gasping for air.

“you should have stopped when i told you to,” the boy who you had only known from biology spits back, and for some reason you can’t help but think how stupid you were for not piecing the clues together, the fact that you had only seen him consume coffee should have been enough for you to realise.

he was a ghoul.

and he was powerful. 

his kigune seems to glow in light of the moon, its a bikaku, one of the only one’s that can properly disarm a rinkaku. 

he strikes, hard, quick movements that leave the pressure on your chest weakening. rize attempts to strike back but he’s cut through half her kigune claws before she can even process fully what’s going on. you expect him to finish her off completely but he stops just there, “go before i kill you.” he grits and you scowl on her face twist. “you’ll see me again, yuta.” she mutters harshly, walking over to where her prior victim lay, picking up the body before leaving.

yuta seems to keep his cool as he makes his way over to you, extending a hand which you take with your own shaky one. his eyes meet your eyes and his whole demeanour seems to shift, “don’t tell anyone,” he states quietly, a stark contrast from his prior tone, “please.” 

you don’t get an opportunity to respond before he’s turned around again, he moves quickly, leaving you standing frozen with little time to thaw from your fearful state.

you don’t sleep much that night, mulling over what yuta had asked of you. you barely knew him, if at all, and how could you trust that he wasn’t just another senseless ghoul who killed the innocent people you saw in the newspaper. you want to keep his secret but it’s a big ask, and you don’t know if you can.

morning comes and it’s another biology class. you wonder if he’ll be there, how he’ll act. but you’ve already made up your mind nonetheless. 

you enter the classroom lightly later than normal, having taken a detour to the campus. yuta’s sat in his same spot at the front, and a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips when you see your saviour. your confident, making your way towards him. 

your hand slides a black coffee across his desk and he looks up with wide eyes, his gaze softening slightly when it meets your face but still just as confused. 

“your secret is safe with me.”

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

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.

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.

are there Pacific rim!aus in the merlin fandom? every fandom needs more pacific rim!aus. here are some of my merthur Pacific rim headcanons I might turn into a fic later, we'll see.

Arthur and Morgana are co-pilots . they pilot the Camelot Crown, from the Portuguese Stronghold.

Uther became one of the main funders of the Jaeger program, and due to his military background, he also got to open and run the Portuguese stronghold.

thus, little Arthur and Morgana received their destinies. they were trained for the Crown since the inception of that Jaeger.

Training wasn't exactly easy and Uther, being a terrible father, started them very early. the pair were forced into some really stressful and borderline abusive situations. even in their time on the academy, being very young compared to their peers, all they had was each other and the idea of someday helping to save the world.

When the time came, Arthur and Morgana were perfect pilots....on paper. in practice, less so. They were drift compatible, of course, they were raised to be. but their neural handshake wasn't as stable as it ought to be.

It's cuz they share too much of the same trauma, but they've processed it very differently. where, Arthur chose to blindly trust Uther, Morgana chose to hate him. they clash and yet they are transfixed by the other. if one of them chases the rabbit, the other always follows.

but they're still amazing pilots. they begin at 19, graduating early, the youngest pair in history and have the highest kill count in the shortest time.

but it all goes wrong two years later. There is a civilian ship still in the waters when there's category 3 Kaiju breach and Uther commands them to ignore it.

Morgana cannot and neither can Arthur. they disobey and try to save the ship.

Uther realizes what they're doing mid-battle and he begins shouting. it gets to Arthur who trusts Uther so much. he hesitates. His hesitation throws the neural connection off-balance. He ends up chasing the rabbit, re-living every time Uther hurled abuse at him. Morgana manages to stay in control. But the Crown stops moving for a few seconds.

but that's all the Kaiju ever needs.

They make it out alive thanks to Morgana. She pulls them out, at the cost of taking the neural load onto herself for hours until Arthur comes to.

Morgana is taken out of the program. She can't ever drift again. The load would be too much for her. The Crown is also destroyed. it can not run anymore.

Arthur is injured too but he can still technically pilot. It's just he blames himself abt the accident, and Uther tells him that Morgana doesn't wanna see him (she does) and transfers Morgana into research. she leaves angry at Arthur for living her alone after all this, but finds solace in research with Gwen, Morguase and Mordred.

Arthur is left too volatile to drift with anyone and he becomes an instructor in the academy while he waits to find someone compatible. more under uther’s thumb then ever

Elsewhere, Merlin, Will and Freya are the co-pilots of the Ealdor Mage.

the same age as the Pendragon twins but a few classes below, Merlin and Will grew up together and met Freya at the academy

the three of them are legends on their own rights. the Mage is tied for the highest kill count with the Crown.

Merlin, especially, is an unique pilot. he doesn’t have the stats like. but he’s famous for being a perfect drifter. He has never gone off-balance and he can balance out his partners when they give chase.

The trio are also the first in the world to take on a category 4 Jaeger and win. the Mage, however, doesn't survive the encounter.

neither does....HAHA NOPE. Will and Freya live. (you thought, I'm not that cruel) The compatibility of the three is blown to hell though. Freya cant keep piloting anymore. She's already had a hard life and the constant stress of fights become too much. Will and Merlin, as close as they are, can't drift without Freya to balance them out.

Freya retires. Will starts working in mission control and Merlin is transferred to the academy where General Kilgarrah has a Jaeger, The Camelot Destiny, he wants Merlin to pilot.

Merlin feels like he's failed Will and Freya somehow. He had convinced himself he was the third wheel (he really wasn't. there's no way to third wheel when you are literally in each other's minds) and it's his fault for not holding Freya strong enough. He also believes that his worth is in his ability to hold a smooth drift. Not being able to continue with Will makes him think he’s lost all his worth. He think its him who ruined their compatibility but it's just his BPD talking

Merlin has Borderline personality disorder in this verse, btw. he's on meds, and he's an excellent pilot so they don't stop him from piloting. but he also ought to be seeing a therapist which he isn't.

Arthur prepares the candidates for Merlin's co-pilot. Since the Destiny uses some parts of the Crown, he knows what the Jaeger will need very well.

He and Merlin get off to a terrible start once Merlin arrives.

Merlin sees Arthur training the students and thinks he's being too harsh.

*insert reenactment of first merthur meeting here*

the second time they meet is when Arthur brings all the candidates. Merlin goes through them all in an hour and insults Arthur's skills as Trainer.

Arthur bites back that his students are expecting a dialogue, not a slaughter. even if Merlin is determined to not find a partner, the least he can do is show Arthur's students enough respect to not hold back.

Merlin straight up challenges Arthur this point.

Of course, Arthur accepts and the two dance around each other, matching each other blow for blow.

They are so well matched. Arthur is stronger but Merlin is faster. Arthur has perfect form but Merlin is unpredictable and effective. 

Intense eye contact. Sweaty grins. There is sparks every time one block’s the other’s move. They taunt each other through heavy breathing. Both are intensely aware of every where they touch. there is something tender in the way they grab for the one another even though its to bruise and conquer. 

There is a crowd of students watching at this point. It’s living legend vs living legend. unstoppable force vs immovable object. 

They both realized they're drift compatible in the first minute of their fight. but they'd continued anyway. they're too stubborn to admit that and having too much fun to stop.

Gaius calls the whole thing to an end when he calls out to them. At this point, Arthur is straddling merlin, his hands on merlin’s chest even though strategically he should be pinning merlin’s arms, and merlin is mid-maneuver to either throw the blonde off and get on top or close the distance and start making out. it is unclear.

Merlin and Arthur are ordered to pilot the Destiny together. they are reluctant. both have too much baggage they will be carrying into the drift. they could practically read each other’s minds while fighting. the neural handshake will leave them bare. they both crave that feeling of being known but they are also terrified. you know?

Cue the sexual tension, Merlin and Arthur both slowly trusting each other to enter their minds, Arthur and Morgana fixing their relationship, Merlin getting over his insecurities and abandonment issues, Them meeting and befriending other Jaeger pilots aka the knights and lots of Fighting Aliens in Giant Robot Suits in between.

👐 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

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

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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

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.

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?

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,"

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.

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.”

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.