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muwapsturniolo · 9 days

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✯𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠✯

IN WHICH...Y/N meets a biker who gives her the best night of her life, and manages to turn her world upside down.

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!! drinking, public fondling, dom!Matt/asshole!Matt, spanking, choking, knife play, unprotected sex, slight predatorxprey concept, dumbification,, stomach buldging. If I forgot anything please let me know!!!

this is a long one so sorry not sorry <3

“I’m f-r-e-e fuck nigga free!”

My friends and I shout the lyrics to Glorilla's song at the top of our lungs as we fly down the street.

It was one of those nights where you feel like a teenager again, staying out late and sneaking out to go to parties to do lord knows what with your friends.

It was different in my case.

I was grown, 22 to be exact. I didn’t have to sneak out, I could walk out the door and not have to tell anyone where I was going.

“And I’m s- i- n -g- l- e again, outside hanging out the window with my ratchet ass friends!” Buddy stops at a light and I jump out of the car, immediately throwing it back. My girls scream and start recording me, making me act up even more.

We haven’t been out in a long time due to adulting. You know how it is, one of you is free while the other three have other things to do, and then you have to schedule two months out, only for someone else to cancel. it's the rare occurrence where our schedules finally sync up, and we decided to make the most of it, acting out like we have no type of decorum.

“At the red lights twerking on them headlights!”

I hop on the hood of the car and grind down.

“Bitch get in the car!” Buddy shouts while still recording me, her laughter louder than the music.

Suddenly the sound of revving engines makes all of us turn. A group of guys on bikes pull up next to us, clapping and revving their engines in encouragement. One of them takes off their helmet and puts it between his legs, licking his lips before smiling.

“You trynna ride sweetheart?”

I look back at my girls and they are vigorously nodding yes. I climb off the car and skip over to him, “ride what exactly?” He smirks and looks me up and down, “I was talking about my bike, but I could make the other situation happen too.” His answer makes me heat up, although it could be the three shots of Casamigos in my system.

He’s attractive, it wouldn’t hurt to have fun.

Live fast die young, right?

I say nothing as I walk around the bike and swing my leg over, pressing up against him as I wrap my arms around his torso. “You know how to ride?” I ask, taking the helmet from him.

“I’m in the front for a reason.” I can’t see his face but I can hear the smirk. “Bitch where are we going?” Buddy screams from the car. “Trail us! We’re gonna show you girls a good time!” One of the other guys shouts.

It seems like the light follows his words, switching from red to green instantly. The engines rev and soon we are flying down the streets of LA. He pops a wheelie making me scream in excitement and tighten my grip around him. The wind whips past us, the inches on my head flowing behind me.

I look to the side and see Buddy easily following along in her car, music still bumping loudly, filling up the abandoned streets.

It doesn’t take long until he slows down and pulls into a lot. The lot is filled with a bunch of bodies, bikes, and cars. People begin to hoot and holler seeing us pull in.

He parks his bike and climbs off before aiding me in doing the same. “What’s your name pretty girl?” He begins to help me take off the helmet.

“Y/n. You?”

“Matthew, but you can call me Matt.” He lightly squeezes my hip as he looks down at me. He's attractive, nice jawline, a beard, and tattoos going up and down his arm as well as his neck. His piercings fit his features perfectly. I usually wouldn’t go for the punk-looking dudes, it was something about him though.

“Well, thank you for the ride, Matt. You’re a great driver.”

“You’re a great rider, what else can you ride?” He shoots me a look, making me smack my lips and lightly push him. “Boy bye.” He laughs and keeps his grip on me.

“So what is this?” I ask looking around in curiosity. He lets go of me and begins to take his gloves off, “it’s a meet. A bunch of people round up and show off their bikes or cars. We do them every Friday.” I hum and continue to look around. I see my friends by the trunk of our car, sharing our bottle with the new people around us.

“So tell me something, you often get out of cars and shake your ass?”

“You often offer girls a ride?” I shoot back.

“Only the pretty ones.” He winks before grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him. “You’re staying with me for the night.” I quirk a brow at his statement.

“Am I?”

“Yeah, problem?” He seems secure in his words, like he’s daring me to tell him there is a problem.

“No”

“That’s what I thought. Let’s get your pretty ass to your friends.” He takes the lead, guiding me to clean white jeep.

“Girl I thought you were going to fall off when he popped that wheelie!” Lani exclaims. “The way I screamed when I saw that shit!” Mika adds. “I really thought your lashes were going to fly off.” Buddy finishes. I giggle at their over-exaggerated statements. Soon a drink is shoved into my hands, “drink up bitch!”

The night ensued, everyone having a good time. I mingled with a few people, attempting to learn about their bikes and cars. Everything honestly went in one ear and out the other. Matt kept me close, my back pressed to his front, both of his hands resting right on my hips. If it was any other guy, I would have been annoyed and pushed them away, but I’m not. My girls keep eyeing me, mouthing a “You ok?” occasionally. I respond back with a smile and a sip of my drink.

"You wanna get out of here?" His breath tickles my ear as he talks to me. I smirk and take another sip of my drink before turning around, "and go where?"

He gives me a look, "somewhere private." I feel his hands travel from my waist down to my ass, gripping the exposed flesh tightly. He softly kisses my neck, biting occasionally. I sigh out in relief, craning my neck as his beard tickles me.

"Come on sweetheart, you know you want to." He whispers in her ear before pulling away and giving her a look. She bites her lip and looks back at her friends before turning back to Matt. "let me tell my friends." He nods and watches as she scampers off towards the group of girls. She's soon skipping back with a wide mischievous smile on her face.

"Let's go."

Matt puts the helmet on her head and helps her onto the bike before climbing on himself. He starts the bike, revving the engine before pulling off.

Matt's going over the speed limit, pushing the gas to the max so he can get the girl behind him in his bed. Y/n holds on to him tightly, only loosening her grip when they arrive at a red light.

She's not sure how long it's going to take for them to arrive at their destination, so she decides to have some fun. She rests her hands on his thighs, rubbing them softly and allowing her nails to draw random shapes. Matt doesn't think anything of it, taking it as her relaxing at the light.

She slowly inches her right hand toward his crotch, palming him through the rough material. She bites her lip and smirks feeling him tense, noticing the way his hands grip the handlebars tightly. She decides to take it a step further and snakes her hand into his pants, wrapping her hand around the base and slowly jerking.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll stop." His threat is oddly calm, his voice not rising in any way. She takes the threats with a grain of salt, rubbing her thumb over his tip.

"Fuck this-" he mumbles to himself. He releases the brake and speeds off, ignoring the flashing of the red light camera.

Y/n gasps and snatches her hand out of his pants, going back to holding him tightly.

After ten minutes of running multiple red lights and speeding, the two arrive at a house, the garage opening as Matt presses a button on the bike.

The bike inches forward before Matt turns it off and kicks down the stand.

They climb off the bike and Matt aids her in taking off the helmet, dropping it to the floor. He's quick to yank her forward by her throat.

"You think you're funny touching me like that?"

"I think I'm hilarious ac-" A whimper of pain and pleasure tumbles from her mouth as Matt smacks her ass. She looks up at him with wide glossy eyes filled with lust, Matt returns the look, a devious smirk coating his face.

"Take your shorts off."

Just like before his voice held no room for defiance, it was a demand that she had to follow,

So she does just that.

She continues to stare at him as she unfastens her belt, dropping it to the cement floor of the garage. She unbuttons the acid wash denim and shimmies out of them, standing in front of Matt with nothing but a bright blue thong on her bottom half.

He quickly turns her around and bends her over the bike, knocking her legs apart. He runs his ring-clad hand over her ass, enjoying the way the soft skin feels.

He doesn't think twice before spanking her, enjoying the choked moan that falls from her mouth. He enjoys it so much that he does it over,

and over

and over.

25 smacks later, she's sniffling and clenching her legs shut, her wetness causing a tingle in between her folds. Matt stands behind her, admiring the number he did on her ass. The soft brown skin was forming purple and blue bruises, ring indentations clear as day. He allows his eyes to trail to the blue material being swallowed by her ass, noticing the change of color.

He pulls the thong to the side, watching as a thin string of her slick attaches itself to the lace material. He puts his index and middle finger together before gliding them through her folds, moving her slick around. Y/n whines softly, pushing herself back in an attempt to chase his fingers.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so eager." He shakes his head as he clicks his tongue, eyes still trained on her wet cunt. Suddenly Y/n is yanked upward by her hair, her body now flushed with Matts. He turns her head and brings her into a heated kiss, their tongues meshing together.

She hears a 'shink' and chooses to ignore it, thinking it was something in the garage. However, she was proven wrong when she felt something sharp and cold against her collarbone.

She freezes as Matt smirks against her lips, pulling away slowly. She looks down and her heart begins to race seeing the pocket knife. He slowly begins to drag the sharp object downward, ripping her shirt in the process. She gulps watching the fabric fall to the ground, her boobs bouncing as they release.

Her breathing speeds up as he circles her nipple with the knife, pressing it softly against her skin. Goosebumps rise along her body as she sharply inhales.

"You like it, I could see it in your eyes," he whispers as he watches the soft buds harden under the coldness of the knife. He quickly pulls it away and forces her back down onto the bike. He leans over her, one of his hands still wrapped in the blonde hair on her head. She trembles feeling the knife move with the curve of her ass. He chuckles feeling her flinch as he cuts the band of her thong. He catches the material before it falls, and holds it in front of her face.

"Look at that, you ruined them."

Before she could say anything, he shoves the wet material into her mouth. Her face burns in embarrassment as her leftover slick touches her tongue.

He drops to his knees and spreads her cheeks apart, his mouth watering as her lips spread. He wastes no time and dives in, licking and slurping through her folds. Y/n moans as her eyes flutter shut, enjoying the way his soft and warm tongue laps at her juices.

He flattens his tongue and moves it back and forth across her clit, his nose softly pressing against her entrance. "F-fuck Matt!" He pulls away from her, licking at his lips as he pushes two fingers into her.

His fingers stretch her out, providing some form of temporary relief, but it's not enough. "M-more, please I need more!" She begs pathetically.

"My fingers not enough for you sweetheart? You need my dick that bad?" She struggles to speak as he relentlessly pounds his finger into her tight cunt, occasionally curling them.

"No they're enough, you're just a greedy girl aren't you? Well, guess what?-" He adds a third finger into her cunt, not slowing down his handiwork by any means. "You're not getting my dick until you cum on all my fingers. So, I suggest you hurry up if you're that eager."

She whines knowing it's going to take awhile for her to reach any type of orgasm if it's just his fingers.

Matt's not dumb, he knows how to pleasure a woman, so he drops the switchblade and uses his free hand to draw endless figure eights' against her clit.

She throws her head back and lets out a deep moan, her walls squeezing down on his fingers. "That's it sweetheart, come on I know you're close." He moves both of his hands faster making Y/n's legs shake slightly.

His finger hits that special spot inside of her and she lets out a high-pitched moan, her whole body tensing up as she reaches her peak.

She's too busy trying to catch her breath, she doesn't even notice Matt undoing his pants and pulling them down.

Her head suddenly drops as Matt slides into her, knocking the air out of her lungs. He's big, stretching her out perfectly and hitting all the right spots. Matt wastes no time snapping his hips, her body lurching forward with each thrust.

She grips onto the bike, her palms becoming sweaty against the metal. Matt is relishing hearing her wheezes as his cock nudges against that sweet spot, his tip pressing tightly against her cervix in the process.

"Fuck!" she finally manages to shout, her eyes rolling back.

It's almost euphoric the way he's fucking her, almost too euphoric.

She reaches behind and tries to slow him down but it's no use. He grabs her arm and folds it to her back, using it to pull her back and meet his thrusts.

"Already falling apart?" He taunts, a laugh exiting his throat as he continues to thrust.

He watches the way she sucks him in, her walls eagerly clamping down and welcoming him,

like he was made for her

like she was his.

"Whos pussy is this?"

She's so caught up moaning and wheezing around the lace in her mouth, she doesn't hear the question. He slaps her ass making her walls squeeze him even more. He throws his head back, his rhythm breaking as he basks in the feeling.

"Answer the question sweetheart. Who's pussy is this?''

"Ymm-Speak up baby, I can't hear you." He removes her thong from her mouth and snaps his hips harsher than he has before making her squeal, "Yours! Oh fuck it's yours!" She sobs out, not being able to handle her current situation.

"Good girl."

He sneaks his hand down and begins to circle her clit once again.

Her eyes roll back as her whole body begins to shake violently, her second orgasm of the night approaching quickly. "You wanna cum? Hm? You wanna make a mess on me and my bike?"

She moans loudly in response, her body getting weaker from his harsh thrusts and her approaching orgasm.

"Go on, make a mess for me, make a mess all over me."

Her body goes limp as her juices splash all over him and the bike, falling to the concrete floor of the garage.

Matt pulls out of her, pulling her up by her hair. Her legs shake as he drags her over to a free space in the garage. He flips her around and pins her against the wall, the cold concrete aiding in helping the welts on her ass.

he takes a moment to examine her face.

Her makeup was messed up. Her eyeliner and mascara were running and making black tears down her cheeks. Her lashes were beginning to loosen as well, somehow managing to keep some attachment to her lids. Her lipgloss was smudged around her lips as well, some even on her chin.

He presses both his lips and body against hers, gripping her sides harshly. His hands travel to her ass, separating the skin from the wall and hoisting her up, both legs wrapping around his waist.

She throws her arms around his shoulders as he pushes himself into her. She struggles to kiss him back, her moans vibrating against his lips.

His fingers dig into her thighs, leaving crescent-shaped marks on the brown skin. He presses her even harder against the wall and proceeds to position his hips upward, using his as an opportunity to claim her.

He dives in on her neck, working diligently to leave the bruises on her skin. He trails the marks all the way to her collarbone, eventually stopping to admire his work.

His eyes burn bright, his pupils dilated as he watches the marks shine in the dim light, spelling out his name.

His eyes fall onto her breasts that are bouncing with each thrust. He takes one into his mouth, softly biting at her nipple and using his tongue to soothe it. Y/n throws her head back, ignoring the ache that follows when hitting the wall.

"Please! Oh go-shhit!" Matt moans and looks down at their intertwined bodies, watching the way her juices splash on his abdomen.

"That's it baby, let it all go." He coos as her trembling body collapses into him, her grip still tight on his shoulders. She tries to put her legs down but he keeps her locked in place,

"I'm not done with you yet princess."

He opens the garage door and quickly rushes to his room, not struggling one bit as her carries the girl in his arms. He slams his bedroom door and throws her on the bed, her body bouncing on the silk sheets.

He stands over her, watching her body occasionally twitch, her chest rising and falling quickly as she pants in a delirious state. Her cunt glimmers in the light, her wetness pulling him into a trance. He falls to his knees and begins to lap at her cunt once again. She arches her back, going cross-eyed at the overstimulation.

She whines and shakes her head, trying to push his head away. "N-no more." She slurs, her mind hazy from the three orgasms she's had.

He yanks her closer by her thighs, and flattens his tongue, shaking his head back and forth. He circles her clit before sucking on the sensitive bud.

Her manicured fingers find their way to his head, gripping the soft brown locks and yanking. Her mind and body are fighting, her mind telling her to stop him before she passes out, and her body telling her to keep experiencing the rhapsodic moment.

Matt closes his eyes as he breathes in the scent of her juices, lapping at her like a dehydrated dog. He could eat at her for hours, finding her sweeter and more delectable than others. Her moans and withering body fueling his appetite even more. he snakes his other hand down and wraps it around his base, jerking himself off.

He moves back to her clit as he inserts two of his finger, moaning at the way her walls clamp down around them. All it takes is a few pumps and the curling of the digits before she releases over his face.

He swallows everything she gives him, making sure not one drop escapes him.

She manages to weakly push him away, her legs clenching as she heaves.

She didn't think her night would turn out like this.

She knew they were going to have sex, maybe one or two rounds, but she didn't expect four orgasms. She didn't expect him to make her squirt either, she's only ever been able to squirt alone and using a vibrator.

She looks over her knees, watching as Matt rises to his feet, his lips and chin glimmering in her mess. He walks around the bed and that's when the girl notices something.

He's still hard.

He hasn't came once.

That's when it finally hits her, she isn't done until he is.

She doesn't know how much more she can take. She's already had four orgasms, if she has one more she's sure she's going to pass out.

She watches with hazy and glossed eyes as he crawls over her, his eyes zeroed in on her as if she were his prey.

And she was, she was the prey and he was the predator.

he leans closer, his breath fanning over her face.

"You're pretty when you cry."

He rubs his thumb across her cheek, wiping away the mixture of makeup and tears. Suddenly, that same hand is wrapped around her throat. It's not tight, but it's enough to establish dominance.

"You gonna give me one more?" She shakes her head, beginning to cry softly. He shakes his head, shushing her softly, "Nuh uh, none of that baby-" He kisses over her face, his other hand running up and down her side affectionately.

He rests his forehead against hers, his blue eyes dark and predatory.

"You wanna be a good girl for me right? You wanna be a good girl and make me proud?" She whines and looks away from him, not being able to handle his gaze.

"Hey, hey, look at me-there she is, my pretty girl." He smiles seeing her dilated pupils, a clear sign that he did exactly what he planned on doing,

Dumbing her down and making her submit.

"You're gonna be a good girl and ride me, hm?" She nods, not thinking clearly in the slightest. He chuckles and taps her face a bit harder than he should have before he kisses her forehead. He flips them over, his hands finding their way to her waist.

Seeing that her mind is a bit hazy, he aids her in sinking down on him, throwing his head back at the familiar feeling of her walls that he has quickly grown to love.

She begins to rock her hips, throwing her head back and mumbling to herself. "You can do better than that can't you?" Matt taunts as he starts to lift her up and down. She nods absentmindedly and does her best to bounce on his cock, wanting to please him, needing to please him.

Her movements quickly become sloppy and Matt decides to take matters into his own hands. He plants both feet on the bed as he wraps his hand around her throat.

She gasps and lets out a choked sob as he begins to thrust upward, her nails digging into his chest. He watches the way her breasts bounce up and down, the way her jaw goes slack, and how her eyes roll back.

He grabs at her breast, twisting and tweaking her nipple.

His thighs become sore so he flips them over once again, missionary.

He throws her legs over his shoulder and re-wraps his hand around her throat. She lets out screams with each deep thrust he gives her, the bed banging against the wall. He notices the small bludge in her stomach and it drives him further.

He removes her legs from his shoulder and pushes them back to her head, his hips ricocheting off the back of her thighs.

Y/n screams go silent, her eyes rolling back and her jaw-dropping as he reaches deeper than he has the whole night.

"There it is, let go for me sweetheart." She lets out a bloodcurdling scream as she reaches her last orgasm of the night, her juices splashing all over Matt and herself. Matt gives 3 more deep thrusts before he stalls inside of her, painting her abused walls a nice shade of milky white.

Y/n lays there a sweaty panting mess, her eyes hallway closed as she remains limp. He looks down as he pulls out of her, the corner of his lips quirking seeing her flinch. he watches as his own seed spills out of her, falling onto the silk bedding beneath them.

He so badly wants to scoop it up and push it back inside her. he already marked her in more ways than one, it wouldn't hurt to mark her in another,

Right?

He's snapped out of his thoughts by his door swinging open, his brother Chris standing in the doorway looking pissed off. "I should beat your ass for keeping me up."

"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep Chris! We're done now so stop your bitching." Matt rolls his eyes as Chris slams the door. He hears a noise making him look back at Y/n.

She's asleep.

He chuckles knowing he truly pushed her to the limit. He climbs off the bed and rushes to his bathroom, cleaning himself up and slipping on a pair of boxers. He returns with a wet rag and cleans her up, slipping a clean shirt over her body.

He takes the sheets off the bed and throws them in his hamper, deciding to handle it later. He shuts off the lights and climbs into bed, grabbing his phone in the process. He checks his notifications and smirks when he comes across a particular one.

He mutes their conversation and throws his phone on the nightstand, ending the night with a smile on his face.

YUHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I DECIDED TO FEED YALL SUM GOOD CUZ I DONT BE POSTING FICS LIKE THAT SO I HOPE YALL ENJOY!!! LEMME KNOW IF YALL WANT A PART TWO!!!

XOXO PEACHES🍑

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vaspider · 5 months

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My question about the AIDS crisis, I'm mostly asking you because like I said, I don't think I was googling the right things, so even if you could just suggest some things to google that would be more likely to get me answers, that would be really helpful.

I guess it's mostly how did AIDS (and to some extent, any STD) become so widespread? I know that it spread through sexual contact and shared blood, but can you really "six degrees of separation" (god, that sounds so flippant, but i genuinely can't think how else to describe it) a chain of sexual partners and shared needles through any two people with HIV in the entire world? Maybe it's just because I'm a bit of a hermit, but while I can understand how it was so devastating once it was already widespread, I guess I'm having trouble understanding how it got such a foothold in the first place. If the first person with HIV had happened to not have a lot of sex would the AIDS crisis never have happened?

I swear I have absolutely no judgement for people that like to have a lot of sex, maybe I just have an underestimate of the amount of sex the average person has because frankly I don't have any? So I hope this doesn't sound disrespectful or anything, it's just kind of hard for me to believe those "six degrees of separation" kind of things in general when it's not like, famous people, so the realization that theoretically any two people with the same STD, on different parts of the globe, would have this string of sexual partners connecting them almost feels like there has to be something I'm missing... But when I'm googling things like "how did HIV become so widespread" and "how do STDs spread" I'm just getting things about how you should use protection and histories of *where* HIV spread rather than answering this more specific question (probably didn't help I was trying to do this research at 1am)

I mean this as kindly as possible:

What is your proposed alternate theory as to the spread of a disease which is transmitted through contact with blood, semen (and pre-seminal fluid), rectal and vaginal fluids, and breast milk? The disease does not spread through saliva or through touch which does not involve those fluids.

There are relatively rare cases of HIV spread through accidental needle sticks - according to WebMD, there are approximately 385k accidental needle sticks among health care workers per year in the US. WHO says that .7% of the global population has HIV, so for some back-of-the-napkin math, at most, you'll have about 2,700 of those needle sticks involving someone with HIV. Since (again, according to that WebMD article on accidental needle sticks), in cases of an accidental needle stick where the patient has HIV, the health care worker only has about a 1 in 300 chance of catching it (as opposed to 1 in 3 for an unvaccinated person catching hepatitis B via accidental needle stick from an infected patient). So - nationwide - you have approximately 9 people per year catching HIV from a needle stick.

And, to be clear, that fucking sucks. However, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, in 2022 there were approximately 14.7 million health care workers in the US. Not all of these people have equal risk for accidental needle sticks, but there's only so much research I'm gonna do for rough math to answer an ask on Tumblr.

The average US health care worker has approximately - again, based on my back-of-the-napkin math - 0.00000544% chance of contracting HIV from an accidental needle stick. It's astronomically more likely that a random health care worker will die from tripping over an extension cord or breathing in a caustic chemical than that they will catch HIV.

The chances of getting HIV via blood transfusion before we started routinely testing for it were all but assured if you got blood from someone with HIV. Testing now is so stringent that you have about a one in two million chance of getting HIV from a transfusion. The last recorded case I could find was in 2010, and before that, it was 2002, and the 2010 case happened in part because the donor lied about his risk profile and often participated in anonymous and unprotected sex with partners of multiple genders. He really shouldn't have been accepted as a donor at all. Approximately 4.5 million Americans receive blood transfusions per year, so, like, nowadays, it is excessively unlikely, but even in the 80s, it was an edge case means of infection, not a main source of pandemic spread.

A breastfeeding parent with a detectable viral load has about a 15% chance of transmitting HIV through breast milk. Likewise, HIV can be - and was - transmitted to babies during birth because of contact with vaginal fluid or blood, but, again, these relative edge cases are not the things pandemics are made of.

I want to stress that I am not in any way minimizing the absolute tragedy of the AIDS crisis, and I am not dismissing the fact that these methods of transmission are possible and did cause significant disruption to blood banks, stress for pregnant people with HIV, and so on. They just simply are not major methods of transmission, and never were.

With all of that said... what is your proposed alternate method of transmission, with these facts in hand? What do you think happened? Genuinely, this question is so baffling to me.

I think it's important to understand that before the emergence of HIV, most of the STIs we had were at that point either considered an annoyance (warts, HPV) or were extremely easy to treat and cure (syphilis, once a death sentence, became basically a non-issue for most people in the US as long as they were getting tested relatively frequently, and most other common STIs even today can be cured with a single course or even a single dose of antibiotics).

With that in mind, a lot of people, including a lot of queer people, were having a lot of unprotected sex. For people who could become pregnant, the advent of the pill and access to legal abortion meant that they didn't have to become or stay pregnant if they didn't want to, and for cis gay men, the prevalence of antibiotics meant that the vast majority of STIs were a brief inconvenience at worst.

So allo people did one of the things that allo people (and some ace people!) love to do:

They fucked. A lot. They fucked without fear of much consequence in terms of infection, and because it was much riskier to bring someone home where you could be seen, a lot of gay men cruised, fucking in parks or in literal back alleys or the bathrooms of clubs. They worried about getting arrested or getting caught and having their names in the newspaper much more than they worried about STIs. Sex workers, including trans sex workers, fucked in cars or hotels or... wherever the money was, because survival sec work is ... survival.

So... yeah. What is your proposed alternate theory, here? I am truly baffled at what you think otherwise happened, given a disease with a very narrow route of infection.

#hiv #aids

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whitecreekvalley-if · 5 months

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[ Demo TBA ] • Character descriptions • Pinterest •

Genres: Slice of life, drama, mystery, romance

WCV is rated 18+ for explicit language, violence, alcohol and drug use, and explicit sexual content.

Life's taken a nosedive—no apartment, no job, no friends. Desperation pushes you to cling to a chance from a kindly stranger offering a ticket to a town hidden beyond mountains and plains, a place people don't seek but always seem to need.

Welcome to Whitecreek Valley, where the Brass Pine Ranch needs your unique skills to mend a crumbling homestead, and a crumbling family. As you tackle the decay of the ranch and the town alongside the rancher's son, deeper troubles emerge—livestock falling ill sparks fears of a town on the brink of extinction. Can you navigate this community, help them rejuvenate, or will it become another link in the list of ghost towns of America's Wikipedia page?

FEATURES

Customization: Appearance, personality, gender & sexuality, what job they had before, their hobbies, etc. Choose how they feel about being a farmhand, how they're adjusting to the rural life, and - with your choices - how the town as a whole sees them. Are they part of the community or an perpetual outsider?

Skills: Depending on your previous job, you'll have a unique set of skills to help the community. Choose to learn new skills, like woodworking, bronc riding, or sheep shearing, to mention a few.

Animal husbandry: The distances around Whitecreek Valley are hefty, so it's necessary to have at least a horse to get around. Choose your favorite out of a cast of individual equines, each with their own personalities. Also, help a calf into this world and realize how fun it is to raise a baby cow! As long as you're in good standing with the rest of the herd, of course.

Rebuilding: Try your best to rebuild the Brass Pine ranch, and the town adjacent. The better job you manage, the more opportunities (and challenges) come your way.

Community outreach: A dying town is still home, and there are stories to be heard, problems to solve. Lend a helping hand to your new community and see how one kindness can pay itself back.

Romance: Not everyone in town is adverse to strangers, and if your heart yearns romance, there is a chance for a spark along the way. Just be careful as to who you're trying to woo in front of whom. Small town gossips, we've all seen it.

Mystery: There's something hanging over the valley, like a rot in the air. Why are people moving out? Why are exports not moving out? And who's behind the animals getting sick? Don you detective hat and lend a hand to the entire four local police officers working the bizarre case.

THE LOCALS (RO'S)

THE RANCHER'S SON

Mason "Mace" Gannon - 27 - he/him

He used to be so much fun. I miss hanging out with him, out by the bonfires. He'd always make everyone feel so included and happy, and oh, that homemade cider he'd bring? Warmed us up on those chilly late fall nights, when we had nothing else to do. Did I tell you about the time he got us all to go skinny dipping? He was such a charmer, I wonder --

Imagine Mace as your human golden retriever – the guy who's a blast to be around, a bit mischievous, and the first to rush to your aid whenever you need it. After being gone for five years to live his rodeo dreams, he's back, now the sole caretaker of the family ranch in his hometown. He goes to great lengths to keep his personal issues personal, and it's the butt of many jokes how he's always there to help others but has the worst time asking for help himself.

He's you boss, and probably one of the best you'll ever get. Just don't pay mind to the spats between him and his dad.

THE BARTENDER

Alice Marks - 25 - she/her

Alice, she's a feisty one! Like her poppa, rest his soul. How I love the drinks she comes up with at the bar, and that horse of hers! She could go into rodeo, but I don't think after what happened with her pa... Oh, but she's a wonder! Always there with a quip, how they drive her suitors mad. Good thing she stopped with the talk about moving away, the town would be so dull without her!

Alice is the town's most known inhabitant, running the show from the only bar in town, which she just happens to own. Her mind is like a machine for fun, and she's the brain behind all the pop-up events and happenings around town. Sure, she can be a bit like a hurricane of enthusiasm, but hey, that's Alice for you. If the town had a social heartbeat, it'd be Alice – the vibrant, smartass soul making everyday life feel like a blessing.

THE DEPUTY

Word of the wise: Never challenge Alice to a drinking game. You will lose, spectacularly, and it'll all be on film.

Judge Gannon - 34 - he/him

Judge is a bit strange, don't you think? He just vanished as soon as he turned eighteen and popped back out of nowhere! That must've been, let's see... Five years ago? He doesn't spend much time with us commoners though, but I think I've seen him at the bar once or twice. I don't actually think he knows how to make nice with people, he always has that glower on. Gets it from his dad, let me tell you --

Bold and straight to the point, Judge isn't out here trying to be intimidating – it just kinda happens. If his brother is a golden retriever, he's definitely the doberman of the family. He's got this brash, no-nonsense vibe that some folks mistake for arrogance, especially when they try laying on the charm and he's not having it. He steers clear of small talk unless it involves his job, and when duty calls, he's more than ready to throw down to protect his town and county.

There's this local urban legend that he cracked a smile once, but it's like spotting a unicorn – not everyone's buying it.

THE LAWYER

Mercedes "Sadie" Diáz - 32 - she/her

The new girl, yes! Oh, a beauty! And so curious. I do love sitting down with her though, oh the stories she brings from the big city, so intriguing! I hear she finds our town intriguing too, the mayor once - don't tell anyone I told you this - the mayor once said he caught her breaking into the city hall archives! I know, scandalous, but good on her, maybe now someone will argue that my neighbors fence post --

Sadie, the big-shot lawyer from the city, doing her solo act in town. When she's not in court, folks are lining up just to get a piece of the urban tales she's got. A trailblazer and truth-seeker, she's got this knack for poking her nose where it probably shouldn't be, and surprise, she knows more local secrets than the town gossip. Sure, she's all passionate and calculated, a bit out of sync with the town's warmth, but hey, that logical mind of hers might just shake things up and get the town back on track.

It's a well known fact that she could get access to places with the right documents, but she herself has said it's more fun to pick locks. Go figure.

LIST OF MAJOR NPCs

LIST OF MINOR NPCs

#interactive fiction #wip #if wip #if: intro #cog #choice of games #interactive novel #choice script #or is it #choicescript #idk idk

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Detective's rescue

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Summary: Eddie's relationship, the reader is a detective, they both on 24hour shift. Reader responds a 9-1-1 call and ends up needing first aids

Warning: blood, angst, OD symptoms described, mention of drugs

Being a detective on patrol wasn't the best thing ever to be frank, but it was something when you knew your boyfriend would accompany you all night long with his own 24 hour shift, it was rare thing for our double shifts to be on the same time, but when it happened I both liked it and didn't like it, we were both out. I usually work on cases in the office and do my research and help the firefighters with cases and they help me occasionally.

"So where are you strolling now?" Eddie asked, I was driving while I had a Bluetooth headphone.

"In the area of the homicide, the father killed his daughter while the mother was away… there is still no handy information for a warrant so I am looking for something I've missed" I explained briefly as I was driving past the house.

"Baby…" Eddie started to say, I knew how he felt when I was getting so passionate about a case. He disliked it, I overworked myself and forgot many things such as sleeping, eating or going to my shift.

"How about you? Didn't hear anything from dispatch, quiet night?" I wondered, cutting him off elegantly, setting my line of defense. I wasn't like Athena, I do not leave my job behind once my shift is over, I admire her for that though. I actually have to spend more of my personal time researching and studying. I have to go undercover to gather information, but I am not complaining. Sometimes though I need my people to understand me.

"Yea we are just hanging around." He replied with a heavy sigh he didn't respond to the q-word, I knew he wouldn't be bothered. I knew the response was unwilling. He knew my drill "Buck fell asleep at the Gym, Bobby and Hen are playing chess and Chimney is cooking" he analysed their situation and I smiled.

"Tell him to make an extra plate for me, I'll be dropping by" I spoke hoping that would make up for my big-headed behaviour.

"Oh You i decided to have a proper meal other than burgers and donuts" he joked with small giggle.

"Happens sometimes" I chuckled when I heard the wireless "babe hang on"

"This is 221-L99 available tell me the issue dispatch" I asked, I could tell it was May.

"Alright, there's drug dealing on the "overroof" club, there's a rave going on, some ODs based on caller's information, 118 of LAFD shall be there to take care of those." She informed me as I heard the bell on Eddie's side.

"I'll be in touch Dispatch" I spoke as I was connected to the team I would cooperate.

"Diaz no phones on patrol" I spoke as I was driving and couldn't finish the call. "221-L99 moving on scene. I am nearby I see three overdosed in their twenties one male two female they are simply left on the ground I am engaging the victims now." I spoke and got out of the car.

"Copy detective" Captain Nash affirmed me.

I approached the victims and checked the pulses. "All alive you need to come in quick…" I couldn't leave the uncouncisous civilians alone.

"Already ahead of you detective you are clear to proceed" my boyfriend replied sweetly, or at least that's what I thought.

"Dispatch moving in the club incognito, there's no bouncer or doorman" I informed them and opened the door. This wasn't a good sign, the dance floor was empty and so was the kitchen, I would have to go down stairs. "Ground floor empty moving to basement staircase" I announced and moved i could hear voices. "Dispatch sent some back up, I hear people" I spoke and dispatch obeyed my request.

I was right behind the stairs and I heard enough keywords that included heroin, drugs, and that the police can't find. That was my queue. "LAPD hands in the air" I yelled, Eddie always said that my voice in that phrase was so cold, smooth and dictated he found it sexy. "Don't move" I ordered. My voice was strong. They were three but I had a gun.

"Nope ass" one said and charged to get my phone I kicked him to the ground he slid to the floor with no Injury but before i could get in control of the other two, they had two bags of drugs five kilos each if I calculated correct the moment one of them came and punched in my face causing the white dust to be spread all around me in the air I stumbled backwards fell hitting my head on staircase, I took a deep breath trying to orientate, my vision got blurry.

"Detective Y/L/N, report" I heard dispatch between the ringing of my ears but the only response I could find was groan, I felt my heart going erratically with the beats. I was shaking.

"Detective" It was Captain Nash this time, his voice tense. But there was a pause. "Dispatch three offenders running away with two white bags one leaking" he reported and that's when my sudden dysphoria was making sense.

"Help" I managed to pronounce "OD" as I started to shake. I couldn't make out what I was hearing or what was going on, suddenly I saw Eddie in a mask with Chimney. They moved me outside my eyes were wide open but I couldn't react I was shaking, my body started twitching, I was held down, I could recognize Eddie's arms pressing me down, and smaller but still powered hands in my legs, chimney my guess. I coughed I could feel the salty, warm liquid laking inside my mouth, I coughed again.

"Baby… I am here" Eddie's voice was fading as black spots invaded my vision as I started having trouble breathing.

"I get no pulse" Chimney announced, "Hen start compressions" he instructed as he pushed on the oxygen in my face

"Oh no no honey, please-" before Eddie could finish his sentence I heard Buck taking him away as another person took his position next to me.

"Captain bring the AED" Hen requested she kept the pounds on my chest.

"Still unresponsive" Chimney said, causing Eddie to make a movement closer to me, Captain and Buck held him back

"I'm unbuckling the shirt, we are shocking" Hen spoke I heard footsteps

"Eddie please leave" Captain requested with a heavy sigh, I am sure he thought of the time Athena was in my position.

"Just let me be by Y/N Captain" Eddie requested , next thing I feel his warm loving hands on my face removing my hair stroking my cheek his fingers on my neck in desperate hope he would get the slight pulsation in my veins.

"Eddie hands" Hen spoke and he removed them as I felt electricity, I couldn't define what kind of pain it was or if it was, more like a sting to my whole body that would either wake me up or be the last thing I feel…

"Give me more Chim" Hen encouraged him the third clear was heard, the screen kept beeping. There was silence other than that.

"No no no baby no" Eddie panicked he started compressions but Buck pulled him off of my body. He yelled at him Buck yelled back I wasn't sure, my ears started ringing, was I dying…? The first ponder that dominated my mind, made my stomach twitch. I coughed vomit out…

I was alive

"Hey girl, hey easy now" Hens' voice sounded and turned me to the side to let it all out. Chimney secure my position so it wouldn't cause any damage.

Eddie raced next to me, he leaned in and kissed my forehead "oh god love, you scared me so much." I smiled as I turned on my back looking at him upside down as he leaned above my head.

"I'm sorry" I smiled and reached his face, I was shaking rapidly, he simply took my hand and kissed the palm before bringing it to his cheek, his cheek so hot against my freezing skin.

"Hey no no, it's not your fault, we must get you to the hospital now alright?" He smiled down at me and my smile faded at the hearing of the location I had to be.

"I won't be admitted in, I'll sign out" I announced, the sweet moment long gone as I made a move to get of the stretcher.

"Wow,now detective, you have to be cleared out in order to return to your cases, we are transferring you to the ER. I have to do it by the book, you know the drill" Captain Nash intervened immediately, and I could see the relief on my fiancee's face.

"Ah now we are by the book, that's nice to hear" I barked, I knew I was wrong, but hospitals, hospitals gave me anxiety, Eddie would have to go to Christopher eventually and I don't like being alone in those white cold rooms. "Guys please" I pleaded

"you are facing an extended pcp od, and a small hit on the back of your head, your blood pressure is perilly high and you have extremely unstable arrhythmias" Hen essayed the reasons I should listen to them as my eyes turned teary I was panicking.

"Hey hey sweetie" Eddie sighed "I'll be with you the whole time" he promised and kissed my cheek gently as they all stood up carrying me to the ambulance. He stepped in sat next to me while Hen joined, just in case. He was holding my hand, just looking at me, his ember eyes, he was worried even if he wouldn't admit.

"What about Christopher?" I asked concerned.

"Buck is already on his way, but how are you feeling Y/N?" He asked me softly stroking my head.

"I have dysphoria" I explained and soon Hen gave me a mask my eyelids turned heavy as I slipped from counsiousness.

I don't know what time it was, or how long I've been out. I blinked my vision clear, the lighting was dim in the room Eddie fell asleep on the chair next to me, I couldn't help but smile. He did stay. I stood up holding on my IV, feeling lightheaded, I moved to the bathroom, I looked terrible red eyes pale skin, weakness though was the worse.

"Y/N;" I heard his voice call my name in alert.

"What is it?" I asked making abrupt movement to get to the door I leaned there feeling another hit of vertigo getting the best of me.

"I thought you left, hey let me help you baby" he sighed in relief and approached, he was still on patrol clothes. He scooped a hand over my waist and held my weight as he walked me to the bed, softly placing me to lay down.

"Can I kiss you now? Or I am still high?" I asked him placing my hands around his neck, the IV tube got tangled between us, he smiled getting it out of the way. He leaned in and kissed my nose. His lips formed a smile.

"You have been good tonight, not running away, so it is well deserved" he smiled and located his lips on mine, the sweet kiss forming, he was gentle and cautious as he was touching me.

"Mhm mostly because I have been unconscious all night long and I get dizzy after three steps, that played it's part too" I spoke and kissed his cheek softly

"Let a man be happy" he spoke faking frustration before he kissed me again. And again.

#9 1 1 fic #911 fanfic #tv: 911 #911 tv show #911 fanfiction #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz x you #eddie diaz x y/n #eddie diaz imagine #hurt/comfort #911 eddie

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goldenrodchef · 2 months

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So, you're turning into a Pokemon

A guide by Gen Taranz

This is a guide for people who are turning into, are going to turn into, or have already turned into Pokemon. I'm of the third category, and I've been stuck like this for almost a year now. So, uh. I think I might be able to give some pretty good advice. The guide itself is below the cut.

This is part 1 of...I'm not sure yet. I currently have 10 sections planned, but I might add more if need be.

Section 1: How do I know it's happening to me?

Generally, if your skin suddenly starts turning an odd color like blue, you're feeling really itchy and fuzzy all over, or you're feeling odd bumps in weird places (like on your head or tailbone), I'm sorry to say, but you're probably turning into a Pokemon.

Now, that's not always going to be the case. But that's the best I got for if you're being turned into a Pokemon non-instantly, or sleebied.

You might not experience any of these. You might just go to bed one day, and wake up as a Pokemon. That's what happened for me, after all. If that's what happened, feel free to skip section 8 of this guide.

Section 2: Fur, scales, and feathers

These are not fun to have, in my experience. I only have fur and scales, but I'll do my best to talk about feathers too.

Fur is going to need to be groomed a lot. Your tongue might be your best bet here, many furry Pokemon have tongues built for grooming their fur. Of course, obviously you might not want to do that, so it's a good idea to invest in a good furbrush that you can hold, or ask a trusted person to hold.

Scales are less of a pain to take care of, and are the most like skin out of these three things, but are still very weird. My scales are a bit squishy, which is. Something.

We don't know of many feathered eebies yet, but from what I've heard, they're a pain to take care of. There's the whole preening process that you'll have to start doing, not to mention molting.

Speaking of, let's talk about shedding. For me, shedding happens once every two months or so, and involves my tail scales getting progressively itchier and itchier until they peel off and reveal a new layer. For others, it might involve your fur getting really itchy as your summer or winter coat grows in, or something similar happening with feathers.

For fur or feather shedding, having a rough surface to rub your body against helps a lot with helping get fur loose. If you have a scaly friend, ask them if you can rub against them to help shed your fur.

For scale shedding, rough surfaces also help, but warm baths also help in loosening that top layer of scales. They also feel really good if you're a water-type.

Section 3: Paws, wings, talons, and tails

I'm sorry to say this, but your hands are likely going to drastically change. You'll probably lose most of their dexterity, and it'll be much more difficult to do stuff with them.

If your hands are changing or have changed into paws...there's not much to do. You'll just have to find other ways to do things. My little brother, Cobalt the Giratina eeby, uses xyr tail to do most stuff now, which might be a viable option for those with flexible tails, but I'll get to those in a bit.

You might keep your thumbs, or you might not. I'm sorry. I wish I could help more. All I can really do is recommend using styluses, and looking into disability aids.

For those of you that are becoming avian Pokemon, you're likely going to have your hands become wings. And for those of you becoming dragon-types, you might grow wings from scratch.

These are definitely no replacement for hands, but you can fly now, at least?

What is a replacement for hands, though, is talons. Talons, at least from what I've heard, are pretty dexterous, allowing you to do most things you could previously do with your hands! Though this will likely be a balancing act, since you also use these to stand.

And now, tails. I...honestly don't really know what to say here, since Pokemon have so many different varieties of tails. My cousin, Jayden the Brionne eeby, has a tail instead of legs. My best friend, Lily the Buizel eeby, has two tails that she can spin. And myself, I have a Sobble tail that's prehensile. It really depends on what species you end up as.

One thing I've consistently noticed, though, is that tails are very easy to lose track of, especially if they're the waggy sort. It's extremely easy to knock stuff over with your tail if you're not paying close attention to it. So...pay attention to it.

Also try not to sit on your tail. That really hurts.

And that's part 1 of this! I hope that this helps any eebies and sleebies who are struggling with their bodies.

#pkmn irl #gen

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astellx · 29 days

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gentle with me

now playing... touch tank- quinnie

one shot for pretty boy Megumi!

Warnings: Childhood-Friend! Megumi, reader was also taken in by Gojo, reader is also a sorcerer, fluffy, pining, kissing, nothing explicit, cursing, kinda all over the place, not really good VERY MESSY WRITING

word count; 4K (IM SORRY)

You first met Megumi at age 6, he was accompanied by a freakishly tall man. The man had been looking into you about one specific power you possessed. His random appearance at your school honestly scared you until he explained how he was going to mentor you. You had grown up abandoned and alone. A similar case to Megumi but with different clans, although yours was pretty insignificant compared to the Zenin clan. The whole backstory was honestly boring and irrelevant to you at the time. What really drew your attention was the small boy hidden behind the weird looking man.

He looked almost the same age as you if not a little older, with dark black spikes coming out of his head, and a gruff expression on his gummy face. You tilted your tiny head trying to get a better look at the boy before finally meeting his green eyes. Moving your gaze back up towards the silly looking man you put a finger on your mouth shushing him before asking “Who's that behind you?” With a very shocked look he turned his attention to the boy hiding behind him before saying “That's Megumi Fushiguro, he's in the same boat as you kid.”

It's safe to say you were very interested in what the tall man (whom you eventually learned was named Gojo) had to say to you after the quick introduction. You were a very hard to please child, learning to be independent at a young age. But something about Megumi broke down at your tough exterior. After all, you were just a kid, and you wanted company from someone who would understand you. Gojo eventually took you in having you work as a Jujutsu sorcerer to become eligible for financial aid. You eventually grew fond of Gojo feeling safe and protected with him, but you also got to learn more about Megumi who was very hard to get close to. He had a snappy attitude, low tolerance for people, and a slight angst to him even at such a young age.

You remember one of your first interactions with him, “Um Fushiguro.. Do you like to play with toys like Legos or something?” You peeped, voice shaky and light… he had looked up at you from his school book with a scowl and said “No I'm too big for toys' '. After that you threw away your lego set. Leaving Gojo confused, recalling how you begged him to take you to the store and buy those for you.

But eventually, with time, he started to enjoy your presence. Asking you if you wanted to watch what he had learned, allowing you to play with his divine dogs, and sharing his food with you. He was never super talkative, creating an awkward silence since you had a lot of energy. But you guys were a perfect balance. And from the age of 8 years old you guys were inseparable, constantly wanting to be around each other. Gojo used to poke fun at the raven haired boy about how he was attached to your hip. He was your best friend ,you were his, and you guys vowed to grow stronger to protect each other.

You remember when you guys were 9 he was learning how to ride a bike with no training wheels, his bike was too heavy causing his tiny form to tumble off of it and cut his knee. It was the first time you had seen him cry, hot and heavy tears streaming down his face.

“Fushiguro! Are you okay?” you shouted, bearing witness to his terrible fall. He refused to look you in your eyes, wishing you would go away. With flushed cheeks and pink ears he nodded “ ‘M fine, it didn't even hurt”. You remember laughing really hard at him after he told you that, making fun of how he was crying. If you asked him about it now, he would say that never happened. After releasing your last fit of giggles you helped him to his dorm before cleaning his wound and putting a bandage on it.

“There you go, you big baby. Now it should feel better” you beamed, before kneeling down to place a small kiss above his booboo. You remember he turned red all over before kicking you out of his room, “ Get out. You're not welcome here anymore!”. Now you swear you're getting deja vu when you hear your best friend yell at the new student.

You could hear his raspy voice from where you stood in the hallway, “I already said you're not welcome!”. Continuing towards his now deep voice you finally see who he's talking to, Gojo and some pink haired boy. You clear your throat, grabbing their attention before speaking “What's he mad about?” you question Gojo. All the man could respond with was a shrug before pulling the new student towards you. “Yuji, this is Y/LN Y/FN, this is their first year here also!” He smiled before putting his hand out towards you, you quickly copy his actions before responding. “Hi, I didn't know we would have another student yet! Don't mind grumpy pants over there I swear he gets better” At this comment Megumi rolls his eyes before snarling at you. “Hi nice to meet ya, i'm sure we’ll all get along great!” Yuji shouted, making you giggle. At this, Megumi observed you giving Yuji one last side eye before deciding you would all get along just fine.

As time grew Yuji and the other first year Nobara quickly learned just how close you and Megumi were.

“Megs do you have my rubber band?” You query, fiddling with the ends of your hair before looking up at him with a pout. You and him were walking into class together drawing the attention of the two already sitting at their desks. Megumi shook his head no before mumbling “No, I think you left it in my dorm.”. Nobaras jaw dropped so low before smacking Yuji in the forehead to gain his attention.

“Ouch! What was that for?” Yuji whined

“He just said she left her rubber band in his dorm” she whispered

“Okay and? What does that have to do with you flicking my head?” He whispered back

After later discussion, Yuji finally realized the implications of it all, that you had been in his dorm. While it was true it was only ever of innocent intentions. Whether it be you guys studying or simply just craving each other's presence. While Principal Yaga would definitely be upset if he found out, Gojo told you guys it was okay. Remembering the old days when you guys would fall asleep together not wanting to leave each other's side. But much to Nobaras shock it didn't stop there.

One day she was doing homework in her dorm, learning the chemistry behind certain techniques before getting stuck on a specific one. She remembered you had gotten the example correct in class and decided to knock on your dorm. You opened it almost immediately. “Hi Kugisaki is everything okay?”

“Ya everythings peachy except for question #5 on our chem assignment. Do you think you could help me study it and break it down more before our quiz Friday?” She asked with a disgusted look at the mention of a quiz. You nodded with a soft smile before realizing something leaving a conflicted look on your face. “Me and Megumi were going to study together for like an hour, did you want to join us? He was struggling with a similar problem and I was gonna help him too!” You explained. Not only did Nobara take note of how you used his first name but also how you and he were going to study alone together. While she frequents missions with Yuji or Megumi alone, it was different with you and him. She also later saw the stoic boy wearing the same long sleeve you had on during this interaction, only three days later.

The list of intimacy you and Megumi shared could go on forever but you guys honestly just thought it was normal based on the fact that you grew up together. Things stayed that way until your second year. You and him were sent on a rough mission, leaving the two of you bloodied, bruised, and vulnerable.. You would've died if it weren't for his Shikigami taking you into its mouth and running the opposite way. You remember waking up in the infirmary to a worried Megumi, he had looked tired almost as if he hadn't slept in days. Despite his obvious injuries he was still there by your side.

“Megs?” You interrogated, making sure it really was him and not a hallucination. He replied with a hum before telling you to go back to sleep and rest. You could've sworn his hand was lightly pressing on top of yours when you fell asleep, rubbing slow circles into your palm. From that moment forward there was an awkward tension, one you haven't felt since you were children. It left a shaky feeling in your lungs and butterflies in your belly. Everything was the same except for one night when you slept in his dorm, you found his presence suffocating. The way his scent attacked your nostrils, or how his closeness in proximity felt dizzying. And his voice… you wanted to ask him to talk you to sleep with the deepness his voice had one day adopted. Things were different. His eyes lingered on you longer than usual, the way his gaze would drop to your lips while you were talking. Or the way he pressed his hands on the small of your back whenever you walked together. Much like right now, as you are walking from class to the library.

“Hey Y/N, you have the day off tomorrow right?” He asked you softly. You nodded in response before looking up at his face, you never realized how different he looks now. He grew much taller than you, and the fat on his face disappeared. You guys werent kids anymore after all but you never really paid attention to that until now. He chuckles slightly at your face, how you're stuck in deep thought, mouth left a jar. He reaches out to your face before pinching your cheeks, effectively snapping you out of your trance.

You pushed his hand away and rubbed at the sore spot before you replied, “Yep! I feel like we've been working too hard. What about you?”. Your voice was smooth and velvet. He finds himself often thinking about how your lips probably taste sweet like honey, he thinks all of you would be sweet. It's weird how one day it kind of changed. The way your baby voice grew less grating on his ears, or how your body grew its own shape right in front of him. You looked more grown, and he found it hard to ignore.

“Yeah I'm free tomorrow, I was planning on going to that one bookstore downtown.” He watched as your eyes lit up at the mention of the store. While he frequented that store for its nonfiction books often; he knew you loved browsing through their fantasy novels. He hoped silently you would invite yourself like usual.

“Can I join you!? Gojo bought me a new bookshelf so I can finally get that new series I wanted!”

“Yeah sure”

You woke up early that day, picking out the perfect outfit for a shopping day.Quickly after you walked to Megumi’s dorm to see if he was awake. You knocked only once before the doorknob started turning and the door opened up. He was adoring dark gray cargo pants, a black long sleeve, and his hair still damp from his shower.

“Wow you're up early” He murmured, still taking in your outfit. His eyes grew heavy the longer he looked at you. It's weird seeing you in anything other than your uniform. That's what he decided to use as an excuse for the fuzzy feeling that settles in his chest.

“Mhm I thought we could stop by some other places downtown since we have the time.”

He nods at this before stepping out of his door and letting it swing close. As the door slams shut he grabs at your purse opting to hold it for you. He doesn't miss the way you smile at him before ruffling his hair

“Stop that” he hisses while swatting at your hand, all you can do is giggle at him. Growing up you learned that Megumi isn't a man of many words, while he seems simple he's rather particular. “You're so sweet ‘Gumi”

You guys first stopped at the bookstore, he ventured towards the nonfiction section trying to find books he hasn't read yet. You stayed busy moving in between the romance, fantasy, and manga sections before finding your top 6 books. You find your childhood counterpart sitting criss crossed on the floor already reading the one of two books he had picked out. He looked up at you and deadpanned at all the books in your hands. You joined him on the floor, knees touching before you asked him for help.

“I don't know which ones to buy, they all seem really really good but I can't get all of them…” you said in a soft whisper, close enough to his ear that your breath tickled him.

“Tell me about all of them and then I’ll help you decide” he whispered back

He never liked any of the books you bought, finding fiction to be too trivial for him. You poked fun always saying he just liked to seem smarter by reading those documentary typed books.Yet he still listened to the crazy plot lines of each book, he didnt favor any until you explained the last book.

“And finally this one is about two childhood friends who move away from each other and reunite after 7 years, it's a romance novel so im sure they end up together but it seems so cute!”

“You should buy the last one…”

You paid first, buying the romance novel he picked. It left a weird sensation thinking about it all. Normally when you ask him what book to buy he’ll joke and say none before you ask about the books he’s getting, this time he almost immediately picked the last option. Coincidentally, one about childhood friends… you quickly shook the thought out of your head before going to the cafe and buying his favorite drink. An iced black Americano, no cream, light sugar. When you returned he had already finished paying.

“Where'd you run off to?” He asks, his voice raspy from all the whispering. He sneakily takes your shopping bag from your hand. Using your now free hand, you stick the straw into the cup before holding it out to his mouth.

“Oh you know, went to buy your least favorite drink”

“So funny..” he rolled his eyes before wrapping his lips around the straw, taking a long sip before releasing his mouth off of it with a string of saliva following back to his tongue. It's honestly quite lewd the way such a simple action brought a shaky feeling to your legs. You wasted no time bringing the drink back to your mouth, replicating his previous actions. His eyes shook at the sight before him. There was no way he was making this up right? There was an undeniable tension to the air, leaving you both flustered and sweaty. You guys made quick work getting out of the bookstore after that.

The day continued with simple flirting, both of you guys too scared to really ponder on it for long. You had begged him to go into a couple of sanrio stores, taking pictures of his grumpy face in hello kitty ears and plush hats. It was moments like this that always made you think about your future, you couldn't imagine spending this time with anyone else. You were sure that wasn't normal, you're supposed to have crushes and think about other boys yet your mind could only occupy space for this one in particular.

“Let's get something sweet to bring back to Gojo, yeah?” You suggested, wanting to bring him something back from your outing. It was something he always did for you, Megumi, and Tsumiki. Megumi had decided to order and pay for this coming back with an extra dessert. It was a container holding a slice of strawberry creme cake.It was almost as if he could read your mind because before you could ask for a bite, his fingers were caressing your chin pushing apart your plush lips.

“Open.” He demanded. It wasn't like you had any other choice with the way he was already opening your mouth but still you obeyed quietly. He placed the dessert in your mouth before releasing his grip on you, allowing you to chew and savor the treat coating your tongue. Now you really knew things had changed. Something so innocent and casual, had turned you into putty. It really wasn't innocent in your mind, quickly thinking of the compromising scenario you were in. You stuttered out a thanks to him, feeling timid and shy.

As the night ended, you guys ventured back to the school. As he walked you back to your dorm you asked him if he wanted to sleep there that night. Normally you guys never asked each other, yet since the start of the day you felt so nervous over everything. He let out a small laugh at how awkward you were.

“You know… since we have class together you can sleep in my dorm tonight.” you proposed, before throwing yourself tiredly on your bed. He could only focus on the way you look sprawled out before sitting down on your office chair. “Yeah I know. Since when were you so shy Y/N?” he teased. His tone was enough for you to sit up and hold your knees to your chest feeling extra sheepish

“ ‘M not shy, stop picking on me” you sulked jokingly

He looked at you once more before looking towards the bags he set down, throwing two bags your way. Both from the bookstore.

“What's this?” you ask curiously, taking the bags in your hands and looking inside. There were four books, a trilogy series and the book you bought. You tilted your head in confusion at this.

“The series you wanted, you forgot all about it once we got to the store. So I bought it for you. Figured you'd come back home and realize you didn't get the one thing you went for.” He replied with a simple shrug, while you swooned at his actions, he was always so thoughtful.

“It's not the only thing I went for…” you say bashfully, feeling too shy to look up into his eyes. He understood the implication immediately. Confirming that with a nod before replying with a small “Good.”

Looking down at your phone, you noticed how late it was getting. You also noticed how you were still in your outside clothes before standing up and moving towards your dresser. “Can you step outside while I change, sorry I would go to the bathrooms but that's down the hall and i'm way too sleepy for that.” You asked before he smiled and stood up., “I'll take this to Gojo while you get ready for bed”. If your heart wasn't beating hard earlier, it definitely was now. He was just such a gentleman. You quickly undressed, putting on a baggy black tee and plaid pajama shorts.

Not long after, Megumi returned. Opening your door and plopping on your bed.

“So what movie are we watching today?” He asks with a light sigh

“Hey! How did you know, what if I wanted us to play fortnite or something hm?

“If you wanted to play fortnite you would have invited Yuji not me.”

You both laugh at this recalling your big fortnite tournament you held with all the first years and Gojo. Yuji being the most into it and doing a dance every time he got a victory royale. You remember Megumi had explicitly expressed his dislike towards the game especially after a seven year old called him a bitch

Snapping out of thought with a slight giggle you replied “Anyways even though youre right, I was actually going to ask you what movie we should watch tonight”

“Knowing you, you're going to fall asleep thirty minutes in”

“Yeah yeah whatever Mr.Know it all, lets just enjoy each other company i guess”

“You say that like it's the worst thing in the world”

“Megumi.. Have you ever had your first kiss?”

The silence is so loud you almost regret asking, you're about to apologize. Like a full bow on the floor apology because now you feel like some pervert. He chuckles at your wide eye expression, looking at him as if he's the one that asked you that.

“No. Have you?” he admits, you release a breath that you didn't even know you were holding in. But to know that he's never kissed anyone makes you feel good, it makes you feel proud almost. You're unsure why.

“No, I've never wanted to kiss anyone before..” you joke, his shoulders sink down a bit and you wonder if he feels disappointed. The statement isn't true and you decide to grow some balls before continuing “Well I mean except for…”

“Except for?”

“Except for you, ‘Gumi”

He literally melts, his cheeks are bright red. It's a new feeling, he's never thought about anybody this way other than you. While he knew there had to be some sort of reciprocation to his feelings, he never would have expected you to say it so bluntly. You interrupt his thinking by hiding your face into your hands, obviously feeling embarrassed.

“May I kiss you Y/N?” he purrs, leaning in close to you. His gaze moves from your eyes, to your lips and then back up at your eyes. His hand travels to rid your face of your hair, allowing him to see you fully. You realize you haven't answered his question before nodding. He makes a disappointed face before ‘tsk’-ing at you. “I need to hear you say it.”

You open your mouth and then close it before opening it one last time releasing a shaky breath.

“Please kiss me Megumi.”

He wastes no time in grabbing your face and letting his lips crash into you. It's attractive yet messy, teeth clashing into each other before he opens his mouth a bit wider, giving you space to slip your tongue in. You change the tempo from a fast paced one into a slow and sensual one, wanting to enjoy the moment. You move your hands into his soft spiky strands, slightly tugging at the roots. It's unreal. It's dizzying.

You both slip apart taking a deep breath before he embraces you into his arms. There isn't a need for other words, there's no need to clarify what this means. You know at this moment he's yours, and you're his. You fall asleep on his chest that night, different from how he usually sleeps on the floor. It's perfect, it's sweet and innocent.

The next morning however is a little awkward, especially when Nobara welcomes herself into your dorm. Walking into the sight of you cuddled into his arms. His hand hidden underneath your shirt holding onto the small of your back. Your sleepy forms obviously too domestic for friends. She shrieks, waking the both of you up. After realizing she's not screaming because something is wrong but rather at the two of you, you throw your pillow at her. In class she loudly explains to Yuji right in front of you. It worsens when Gojo walks in and has to pretend he didn't hear everything she said.

Things stay the same, missions, class, kissing Megumi and repeat. You were basically dating, both having silently agreed on that the minute your lips pressed together. Dating him showed you a new side to the boy you've always thought you've known. He was so tender. You paid attention more to the way he treated you in comparison to others. You decided to ask him about this during a sleepover, you were sitting on top of his bed as he did homework at his desk.

“Megs, would you consider yourself a cold or harsh person.”

His lips purse in thought, eyes raking over your figure before answering, “No, not necessarily. I think I'm gentle when I want to be.”. That made you blush profusely. It just proved that he had a soft spot for you, you honestly don't know why it took you this long to realize it. Megumi wanted to be gentle with you, for you and you only. He sends you a soft smile before shutting off his computer and joining you on the bed. You're wearing his shirt and sweats. He can't help but admire you. How perfect you are.

“I'm glad you're all mine.” He admits. His voice barely whispers, it's a sweet feeling to be loved by him.

and its even sweeter to be able to love him back

#jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #jjk megumi #oneshot #love

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incorrect-riordanverse · 3 months

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Can you explain Palestine vs Israel. I have done my own research and still do not understand. From my understanding Palestine attacked Israel first, and this war has been going on for so much longer than just now. So why is it suddenly so important and how is Israel in the wrong?? Genuinely trying to understand since you are spreading news of the Genocide on your page.

hey so i cant really explain all the complexities and details in a singular tumblr post. i dont really know how much research you did if october 7th is your earliest knowledge of ‘attack.’ israel has been an apartheid state since 1948 and during that year they were downright deplorable to palestinians to get them to be conpliant. nakba is probably the most notorious case but there is more.

this issue is important because this is the first time we see such atrocities in mainstream media and online. Its so oversaturated with suffering that it sets a precedent for how the world (the general public in particular) reacts outside of politicians and activists. will we continue to care when we see other people suffer, or will we grow numb and desensitised? it’s important we don’t lose our humanity like capitalist neoliberalism would prefer. just because we live comfortable lives, it doesnt mean we should be ignorant to those who are suffering. in fact, we should inspect ourselves and ask whether their suffering lends to our comfort and vice versa (it usually does). for instance, many western countries are profiting from this apartheid, hence their support.

i’m not going to list through everything (plus i myself don’t know everything) but i can tell you where to go, and hopefully some others can add on to it.

for israel’s crimes against palestine since october 7th on the account of genocide i feel like south africa has done an amazing job putting together documentations of evidence against them in the ICC. you can find the full thing on youtube or online. some of the crimes include bombing and stopping aid trucks from reaching gaza, preventing women from giving birth by bombing maternity wards, bombing hospitals (there are now 0 active hospitals in gaza, whereas before october there were 36. this info has not been updated in the case) to prevent civilians from getting life-saving treatment, psychologically tormenting civilians until they lose the will to live (particularly in children), and so on.

of course please pay attention to palestinian journalists within gaza specifically— they will show you firsthand whats happening. there’s many apart of al jazeera. al jazeera has also done some articles on the history for you. here is one on nakba. amnesty also did a good job on explaining what an apartheid is.

theres also quite a few independent ones that have become journalists through this attack from israel. bisan is one of them if youre active on tiktok. noor harazeen is a journalist on instagram.

here is a link on how israel funded hamas to rival the plo

here is al jazeeras article on the cultural genocide of palestinians through bombing ancient historical sites and artefacts.

kind of seperate to all that but still related is how support for palestine affects other people. people are losing the jobs over supporting palestine (such as melissa barrera in scream). yemen, another third world country who has been going through crises such as food insecurity for years, has been suspended aid by the UN because it has been aiding palestine throughout the conflict.

The UN in general has been useless about calling for a ceasefire. The United States vetoed during a UNSC meeting because the USA sucks ass. you can look any of this up and they will come with multiple sources im just too tired to find something rn (i’m currently on vacay and heavily sleep deprived).

also general advice to not ask a percy jackson account but an account dedicated to spreading information on the palestine-israel apartheid because they would be able to help you more. yes, ive talked about it on this account but that doesnt mean i’m qualified to explain 75 years of oppression.

#sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes #or if i misswd anything crucial. because i know i did #there are reputable sources out there that wont spread misinformation but will be biased #so just use your critical thinking when reading #not riordanverse #ask #anon #palestine #free palestine

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yanderes-galore · 11 months

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If you still do prompts can you Xenomorph queen prompt 43.)

I know only Xenomorph Queen Mothers are psychic but... I'll alter things for this fic. My prompts were used. Sorry if the plot felt everywhere :( Here's some more Xenomorph content <3

Yandere! Xenomorph Queen Prompt 43

"Won't you be a good pet for me?"

Pairing: Romantic/Animal/Pet-Like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Xenomorph/Human, Telepathy, Dream manipulation, Manipulation, Violence, Murder, Forced "relationship", Mind control.

"Queens are physically and even telepathically capable... They can also penetrate the minds of humans, using emotional attachments and promises of love and affection to lure them to their dooms."

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You shoot out of your makeshift bed, breathing deep and heavy. Sweat drips down your back like you've just had a nightmare. You look around, only to see fellow marines staring at you.

"Another nightmare?" One asks. You give them a wary look before nodding.

"It's the strangest thing... I hear this voice- I never hear who it's coming from but it's always calling out to me...." You try to recall the dream, hearing another marine laugh.

"What? Is this some sort of prophecy dream? Get ahold of yourself." They mutter.

"You may just be jumpy from having to fight all these Xenomorphs. Speaking of which, we have an expedition into a nest today." Another marine agrees, passing your stuff to you. "Enough rest, we have people to save."

"I hope you're right..." You sigh. You weren't sure what all these dreams were meaning yet you were growing more and more scared. At first... things were small.

You'd go to sleep, then you'd hear a voice. It's always a voice of someone familiar yet foreign, mimicking those you know. It's female... yet fluctuates in pitch. You never quite see who... or what... is talking to you.

It all sounds so surreal when it happens.

First it was just voices. Then it was monsters, all depictions of aliens and the foreign creatures you fight. Then you'd see depictions of... unsavory dreams of pleasure. Deep down... you feel something is messing with your head.

Whatever it is wants to make you feel fear... yet pleasure. It likes to play with your dreams, your thoughts, your mind. Despite not knowing exactly what it is... it strikes fear within you.

Dreams are just dreams... aren't they?

If that's the case, there's no need to worry. Carefully, you get up, suit up, and gather your supplies.

As you prepare yourself for yet another bug hunt, you can't help but think back to your strange dreams...

Maybe it was something more sinister... maybe soon you'd find out what you truly should be scared of.

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The human mind is fragile. It's easy to mold and influence with just a little psychic ability. This Xenomorph Queen is rather skilled in the field. Manipulating prey aided her nest.

All she had to do was promise them love. Humans follow affection and positive stimuli. Deep down they truly were primal like her.

Her drones had told her that a group of humans were breaching the nest. This had driven the Queen to manipulate the mind of one of them. At first it was just to draw you in closer, to make you a new host for one of her many children.

Then... the Queen got "word" of you from another drone. You're fierce, yet submissive when cornered like most humans. Her abilities had influenced you carefully.

If she lured you in... she'd get the other humans easily.

She influenced your thoughts in many ways. Fear... pleasure... a deep yearning for the voice in your head. She found it amusing to play with a human's mind.

While she mostly plagued your thoughts for manipulation... she could see your own thoughts and memories. That's how the Queen learned of your appearance and personality. Your were an interesting human... yet her thoughts still thought of you as prey.

Cute prey, but prey nonetheless.

The Queen kept a close eye on you to determine where your group is in her nest. One by one... she planned to pick you all off. She'd send drone after drone towards you... taking you humans in deep to her nest.

Although... she wants to keep you for last.

You're the best human out of the group... a pet following her carefully place instructions deep in your mind...

You should be honored to meet her once the rest fade away.

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Your head did nothing but hurt. It wasn't just when you were sleeping anymore, now you always felt like you heard whispers in your head. Not only that but the xenomorphs were relentless.

Any inch of progress you made with your group into the nest was beat down multiple times. You kept losing person after person to the never-ending alien menace. Soon you wondered if there would be anyone left?

There was only two other people on the team except you now.

"Aren't you scared?" The voice in your head whispers. You're either insane... or this is some new phenomenon. "Those who've died aren't worth it. They're weak. Unlike you...."

You want the voice to stop, It isn't real, is it? As if to answer, the voice replies.

"I chose you for a reason. I want to give you a chance at a new life. Just follow my instructions and I'll make it worth your while."

'No.' You say mentally.

"Really? I promise if you give in you'll be treated to nothing but love. You'll love it here."

'What are you?' You think, were you asking yourself or it?

"A superior being." The voice responds. You hear its voice exude confidence, it's teasing. "You'll join me... I can promise you that, human."

For once, the voice the grows silent. You try to think on what the voice means. A distant thought clicks in your head... could it be?

Xenomorphs didn't have this power, did they?

You shake the thought from your head and continue deep into the hive with your remaining crew. This was not a loss yet.... The Queen heard your thoughts loud and clear, but said nothing.

She only grinned with a hiss.

You humans catch on quick, don't you?

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It was going to happen at some point. You were bound to run out of ammo. Your partners, maybe even you, were bound to die. All you wanted to do was look for an exit.

But you're so far in.

Everyone's dead but don't you want to go in deeper?

Did you have a choice? You either died here, or you died there. The voice lures you closer... encouraging you to be brave. You couldn't trust it...

But there wasn't much else you could do.

You thought the lack of hostility from the aliens around you was strange. Just earlier you were blasting through them and you'd think if they knew you were out of ammo they'd pounce? Yet nothing happens... there's only chittering and the occasional skittering of the creatures.

Your legs didn't feel like your own when you walked. You kept walking further, getting deeper and deeper. You even cast aside your gun... it's empty anyway.

Confused chitters greet your ears. The voice coos to you and reassures you they aren't hostile. How would it know?

How else would it know unless it was a Xenomorph itself?

Your were doomed from the start. The moment you got on this expedition, the moment you heard the voice, your fate was here. You were meant to be deep in this nest. You were meant to give yourself to the voice.

You were meant to meet the hulking monster deep in the hive, towering over you with a hissing mouth.

You feel fear. You see this creature, a Queen, and want to run. You know you shouldn't be here... yet at the same time you feel you should be. At the same time you tell yourself to run, the voice tells you to stay.

Its voice... the creature's voice... deep down in your mind.

The hulking creature beckons you closer. The voice feels grating against your mind and you follow. When you stand in front of the Queen...

You swear it smiles at you. In response to your fear, the voice only says one thing.

"Won't you be a good pet for me?"

#yandere alien vs predator #yandere alien #yandere xenomorph #yandere xenomorph queen #yandere teratophilia #yandere alien/human #yandere aliens

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datshitrandom · 6 months

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NOVEMBER IS EPILEPSY AWARENESS MONTH 💜 ⁺˚⋆｡° Knowing how to help someone during a seizure can make a difference and save a life. While there are many different types of seizures, people who experience seizures may be confused, not aware of what is going on, or unconscious. A person could get hurt during a seizure, a seizure could last too long, or the seizures could cluster. We, as people with epilepsy, learn to track seizures, manage our triggers, control our diets, identify seizure auras and answer all kind of questions, but having people around us who know how to react in the event of a seizure always helps and we appreciate it with our everything (I have had seizures at so many random places, but only on two occasions the people around me knew how to react, once at a festival and the other in the subway, and i'll be forever grateful with those people who helped a total stranger, took me to safety and waited with me for my mom) For most seizures, basic seizure first aid is all that is needed, the steps are simple - Stay. Safe. Side - anyone can do them. STAY with the person until they are awake and alert after the seizure.

Remain calm – it will help others stay calm too. Check for a medical ID. (If you don't have one, try getting one it safe my life once) Time the seizure from beginning to the end, that will help you determine if emergency help is needed.

Keep the person SAFE.

Move or guide away from harmful or sharp objects. If a person is wandering or confused, help steer them clear of dangerous situations. Encourage people to step back and give the person some room. Ask someone to stay nearby in case further help is needed.

Turn the person onto their SIDE if they are not awake and aware

Make the person as comfortable as possible. Loosen tight clothes around neck. If they are aware, help them sit down in a safe place. If they are having a convulsive seizure or tonic-clonic seizure: - Lay them down on the floor, put something small and soft under the head. - Turn them on their side with their mouth pointing toward the ground. - Don't put any objects into a person's mouth. - Do not restrain the movements, trying to stop movements or forcibly hold person down doesn’t stop a seizure, it lead to injuries and make the person more confused, agitated, or aggressive. During a convulsion, it may look like the person has stopped breathing. This happens when the chest muscles tighten during the tonic phase of a seizure. As this part of a seizure ends, the muscles will relax and breathing will resume normally. Rescue breathing is generally not needed.

How can I tell if a person is okay after a seizure?

Ask simple questions to see if the person knows their name, where they are, what time of day it is, and what happened. If the person cannot answer these questions, tell them the information and offer reassurance that they are okay. This may help decrease confusion and orient them to their surroundings. Don’t leave anyone alone after a seizure until: - They are able to answer the four W’s: who, what, when, and where - They can talk or communicate in some way. - They are breathing normally. - You are able to wake them up if they fall asleep after a seizure. (I'll add a personal one, don't try to give them meds in that moment, once the seizure has passed the brain recovers at its own pace and all brains are different, theres no med that puts you back on track in minutes, when I was in college they always asked me if I had meds with me that they could give me - and they were not even asking for my anti-epileptics)

Should I tell a person who had a seizure what happened?

If the person’s not remembering things well, write down what happened for them. They can then share this with their doctor, nurse, family, or others involved in their epilepsy care. This information can help the person and their healthcare providers to determine the type of seizures, whether treatment is working, and the need for changes. (My mom used to tape them, so my doctor knew exactly what happened and adjust my medication)

When to Call for Emergency Help

Seizure lasts longer than 5 minutes Repeated seizures Difficulty breathing Seizure occurs in water Person is injured, pregnant, or sick Person does not return to their usual state First time seizure The person asks for medical help

Epilepsy is the most common neurological disorder and you may need to help someone someday. Understanding the importance of seizure preparedness and learning what you can and can't do is the best way to help during what are scary situations for all involved.

Epilepsy Awareness Month is an effort to raise awareness and change the conversation around the epilepsies, seizures, and side effects, as well as to improve and save lives through care, advocacy, education and support - we must increase public knowledge about first aid to change the way people think about the epilepsies and seizures because - even today - the general public say they would be nervous around or even get involved with a person with epilepsy.

TLE with Focal to Bilateral Tonic-clonic Seizures and PNES is the diagnosis and at first I was embarrassed but I’ve learned to live with it. Epilepsy did shape who I am, but it isn't the only thing that makes me who I am.

_____ General first aid for seizures. Epilepsy Foundation. https://www.epilepsy.com/recognition/seizure-first-aid Seizure first aid training and certification. Epilepsy Foundation. https://www.epilepsy.com/recognition/first-aid-resources Help after a seizure. Epilepsy Foundation. https://www.epilepsy.com/recognition/help-after-seizure

#november is #epilepsy awareness month #epilepsy awareness #epilepsy #actually epileptic #paint the world #purple 💜🍇🔮☂️🟣💟😈👾🦄

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fog-and-rust · 8 months

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Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes Part 7 (feat. my Hufflepuff!MC, Ellie)

Zenobia: I'm going to be an adult in 4 years and I only have a vague idea of what I'm going to do.

Ellie: I’m gonna be an adult in less than a year and I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.

Professor Garlick: I'm an adult and I don't know what I'm doing with my life.

Ominis: Three types of people.

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[After summer break]

Ellie: *running towards Ominis with open arms*

Ominis: *moves out of the way*

Ellie: Hey, why'd you move?!

Ominis: I thought you were going to attack me.

Ellie: I was going to hug you!

Ominis: Why would you hug me?

Ellie: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

***

Lenora: Something tells me Ellie's going to be a bit more unhinged today...

Ellie, with armful of Chinese Chomping Cabbages: Leave me be, cousin Leander isn't here to stop me, I'm going feral.

[A few moments later]

Garreth, pointing a camera at Ellie: There she is, our precious cinnamon scone.

Ellie, leading her little army of cabbages and chasing Puffskein Dunkein: What-?

***

Imelda: Madam Kogawa asked me to tell you about your new assignment, but I think it might make you jump from Astronomy Tower again.

Ellie: Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.

Imelda: You have to teach Ominis how to fly on a broom.

Ellie: ... put the band-aid back on.

***

Ellie: In Garreth's defense, I’ve done some pretty dumb stuff even before I tried his latest concoction.

***

Ellie, in Headmaster's Office: I'll write Professor Black a friendly note. Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass...

***

Leander: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me.

Ellie: Ok.

Leander: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?

***

[Beasts are like Pokemons, gonna catch them all]

Ellie: Hey, you want a tarot reading?

Duncan: Those are Beasts cards.

Ellie: You got a Golden Snidget.

Duncan: ...

Ellie: It means 'you're fucked'.

***

[Let's speculate on other games]

Ellie, setting down a card: Sorting Hat.

Amit, pulling out an Arithmancy card: +4.

Poppy, pulling out a Beasts card: Grindylow, I choose you!

Leander, trembling: What are we playing?!

***

Leander: Can we talk about that howlers you sent?

Amit: All it says is, "I'm back on my idiocy".

Ellie, shrugging: The people need to know.

***

Richard Jackdaw: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.

***

Leander: Ellie and I were at Summoner's Court, and Duncan flew by and shouted at us.

Ominis: What did she do?

Leander: She chased him to Ravenclaw tower, and broke into the Common Room, and-

Ellie: *dropping from above, casting Levioso on herself* Who wants a new broom seat?

***

Ellie: Garreth is a precious angel who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life!

Leander: Never done anything wrong?! He set our dormitory on FIRE!

***

Ellie: Where is that blasted Daedalian key?

Amit: Ellie, Zenobia and Lucan are around, can you say it a little nicer?

Ellie: May I ascertain the whereabouts of the LAST BLASTED DAEDALIAN KEY?!

***

Ellie: Your potion station is in the bathroom?

Garreth: Leander says this is the perfect place for my work. I’m just now realizing that remark may not have been entirely complimentary.

***

[In Great Hall]

Garreth: Amit won't come from Astronomy Tower but I really need his help with homework.

Ellie, to Zenobia: Please, go to Amit and tell him I said something.

Zenobia: Like what?

Ellie: Anything factually incorrect.

Zenobia, shrugging: If you say so.

[A few moments later]

Amit: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

***

[In Hogsmeade]

Ellie: We’re going to Honeydukes?!

Leander: No! It’s nighttime, Honeydukes is closed.

Garreth: We’re gonna ROB Honeydukes?!?!

Leander, sighing: No-

***

Ellie: Guess what?

Leander: What?

Ellie: No, you have to guess.

Leander, thinking: I don’t know.

Ellie: I've been to Azkaban.

Leander: Why would you make me guess that?!

Leander: What happened?!

***

Leander: Ellie just insisted I remember a code word in case I'm ever confronted by someone impersonating her under Polyjuice Potion and I'm not sure which is the real her and which is the imposter.

Leander: Some families have a fire escape plan, but not us.

***

Leander: *receives an owl* Oh! It’s Ellie.

Garreth, excitedly: Did she get me the stuff?

Leander: Yeah, she says she got you the Fwooper feathers, dried Billywig stings and 12 gallons of Troll blood.

Garreth: Wow! Where’d she find 12 gallons of fake Troll blood?

Leander: You wanted fake blood?

Garreth: ...

Leander: I’ll go write Ellie.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes #garreth weasley #leander prewett #ominis gaunt #amit thakkar #zenobia noke #imelda reyes #duncan hobhouse #richard jackdaw

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Sorry for the wait for more of those TGAMM Aladdin AU ideas. I saw how long it took between the first and last post. I got very busy, especially with working on a certain fan fic. Here is part 2. (Part one is here in case you forgot).

-So as said before, Molly wants to pass herself off as a rich princess so that she can provide for her kingdom AND be able to see Ollie again. However, Libby (who is passing herself off as a handmaiden) forms the entire background and backstory of a made-up kingdom so that Molly’s lie isn’t exposed that easily. The main problem is ensuring Molly is convincing enough to sell the story since she’s not a good liar. Somewhere there is a montage where Molly is being taught how to lie and struggles with it (likely a certain fake magician is an unwitting test subject, much to her displeasure).

–Elsewhere Jinx is angry about the loss of the lamp and is looking for other methods. Ollie shows suspicion, which makes her further eager to hurry up. Except there’s a big commotion that disrupts her and it’s coming outside…

–There’s a huge procession leading up to the Chen’s palace. Singing is optional (I’m not sure Scratch would be keen on singing in this case, but the “Physique, weak at my knees” line would need to be omitted if that happens since that’s not appropriate to sing regarding a young teenage girl. If you want to imagine him dressing in drag, you are free to do so).

-So they enter the palace. Molly barely manages to be convincing as she tells Reuben and Esther that she wishes to provide some financial aid for the kingdom. However she is completely thrown off when they assume that she is here for their son’s hand in marriage. Molly tries to backpedal and say that’s not why she was here.

-But of course, Scratch (who is posing as her advisor and disguised as a human, as you might recall) makes things worse by saying that she’s trying to figure out if OLLIE is good enough to be married to her. Libby has to do quick damage control before both Molly and Scratch anger the sultan and his wife by asking if they should stay for the night since it’s the festival today (this plot point comes from the 2019 film). Reuben and Esther manage to agree since they are desperate for someone by this point.

-June sees right through the BS. She can tell there’s something off about this princess, unlike the others who came before her. What kind of princess wouldn’t know that her brother was available for marriage? Also wow that advisor is kind of a jerk and doesn’t seem to have any problems speaking so casually with the princess in public.

–Ollie is just not comfortable with the whole thing. He feels like this princess is trying to sell herself off and doesn’t actually care about providing financial aid.

-Jinx watches all this and she finds the princess to be oddly familiar-looking.

-The night of the festival arrives. There’s dancing and food (guess who goes for the latter and terrifies the onlookers?) A lot of people are showing great interest in Molly and want to know about her kingdom, but she wants to talk about theirs and how she could help them. Thankfully Libby is still guiding her a few times. She is able to win everyone over with her joy and eagerness. Even Reuben and Esther are starting to be impressed.

-Eventually, Molly just wants to party with her friends. She even gets Scratch to dance with her and he is starting to have fun with her. She is happy that she got him to open up a bit more.

–The latter does not escape Ollie. He is not used to seeing a princess treat her subjects as equals like that, and it’s oddly refreshing. June voices her concerns to Ollie that Molly might not be who she claims to be, and advises him to be cautious.

-Libby found a way to sneak in the magic carpet and offers it to Molly, because she is a bit of a shipper and knows what can set the mood.

–Scratch finds out and isn’t impressed. He thinks it would be neat if Molly did manage to get herself a prince, but he’s starting to worry that maybe he’s getting her too deep into things. Also, he doesn’t like how Jinx has been constantly looking at Molly.

-Molly eventually tries to approach Ollie. June gets in her way at first, but the girl realizes Molly has at least been sincere in wanting to aid the kingdom, so she lets her meet up with her brother. June intends on learning more about the girl, because maybe this could be someone Ollie might want to be with someday, compared to the usual girls.

-Ollie tries to explain to the princess that he is NOT interested in marrying so soon. He already has a lot to shoulder before he’s old enough to take the throne, and finding a wife this soon is the last thing on his mind. Molly admits that’s not what she wants either, and that most kids should be thinking of boyfriends and girlfriends instead of future husbands or wives. She also tells him that he truly could be a great ruler if he was free to rule as he wished.

–Somewhere around this time, Molly accidentally reveals something that gives away her identity. Likely a phrase or key word. Ollie catches it as Molly offers him the experience of a lifetime–riding a magic carpet–and to just get to be a teenager for one night and not think about huge burdens.

-Cue the ‘Whole New World’ montage where its two kids going on a carpet ride, exploring the lands beyond the city, and falling in innocent young love.

-As Molly and Ollie stare out at the city, Ollie’s suspicions grow. He is able to trick Molly into revealing that she’s the girl he met that one time.

–In a panic, Molly (as expected) lies and claims that she is a real princess who was in disguise since she doesn’t want to admit the truth or give away who made her a princess. A part of Ollie isn’t convinced, but he goes with it.

-Scratch finds out that Molly lied and is not impressed, even if he appreciates that she was trying to keep him a secret. In fact, he’s getting a bit concerned.

-Ok, so the drowning scene would be a combination of the original and 2019 films. Jinx has Molly captured, chained up, and taken to a body of water. Libby is the one who catches this and takes the lamp and carpet to follow after them because she is scared that things will go south.

–Jinx accuses Molly of not being who she is and that she has the lamp. Molly lies (partly because she does NOT want Scratch to end up in this woman’s possession, and she’s gotten an idea of what her fate would of been, had she brought the lamp to her.)

-The drowning scene plays out how you’d expect. Molly ends up in the water, but gets the lamp and activates it. Scratch panics and has to get her to make her second wish to be saved and he gets her out of there before she drowns. She is relieved to be saved and he is upset because he almost lost her and he’s grown attached to this girl. In fact she is the first human he’s ever cared about to this extent.

-Scratch enters ‘Papa Wolf’ mode as he returns to the palace with Molly in human form and demands the attention of June and Ollie because he knows someone tried to kill Molly and they need to bring that person to justice. He is mad as hell and terrifies the siblings a bit, but Molly calms him down and tells him who was responsible, which leads to everyone to make a plan.

-June had done some research beforehand and realized that Molly’s kingdom is entirely made up. However, she sets aside confronting Molly about it since she finds it odd someone would go out of their way to drown her.

-The next day, Jinx is shocked that Molly is alive. The girl has told Reuben and Esther what happened, and they confront Jinx and want to know what is going on. In a desperate move, Jinx tries to hypnotize the couple into believing her lies… and at this point I realize that I didn’t think of giving her the staff. Let’s just say that she has one, and Molly can figure it out and breaks it.

Of course, even though Jinx ends up getting arrested, she not only escapes, but she realizes that Molly does have the lamp. Not only that, she is able to correctly guess who Scratch is. The fact that their seems to be a genuine friendship between the two doesn’t escape her notice.

–Reuben and Esther are thankful to Molly and say that they are in debt to her. They say that they would gladly be happy to have her as their son’s future wife. Molly tells them that she doesn’t think she is ready to marry Ollie, and wants to respect what he wants. The couple is still insistent, and Molly tells them that she would genuinely need time to think about that, because all she wanted was to help the kingdom. However they are still insistent and in her panic, she runs away.

–She is too overwhelmed. Even if she likes Ollie, she knows that she is not ready for that future right now, not to mention the lies she told that could get her in trouble.

-While Molly and Scratch are alone, he snarkily wonders if Molly is going to take back her promise to free him and use her last wish on herself. To his shock, Molly does NOT want to go back on her word. However, she needs to figure out what to do about the situation she is trapped in, without resorting to that. She tries to reassure Scratch that she will free him like ehe promised…

-“Whoah, I didn’t ever say I wanted to be free, Moll. Do you have any idea what that would mean for me?”

–And so, Scratch gets defensive when Molly tries to figure out why he would suddenly be so against the wish when he has made it clear that he HATES the position he is stuck in. He explodes on her and tells her that being reduced to a powerless, pathetic mortal who can easily die without any magic to protect him like her and everyone else is the scariest thing he can imagine. Molly counters that while that could happen, living out your life, no matter how short, is better than being trapped, alone, and forced to answer to another if you don’t want that.

–Scratch gives up and locks himself back in the lamp. A frustrated Molly leaves the palace.

–Molly returns home to her family who are relieved, and she tells them everything. She tearfully admits that she doesn’t want to have to keep living a lie for the sake of everyone and she doesn’t want to abandon her family or get married so young. She also deeply regrets pushing Scratch and wishes that she could help him be happy.

–Pete and Sharon tell her that it is better to be yourself. They don’t want to see her suffer and to be honest they aren’t ready to give her up yet, even if it was to a prince. They also tell her to give the situation with Scratch time and maybe the two could talk things over. If he wanted to, he could even stay with them (Though he has to get his own food).

–Molly smiles and tells them she will do that and mention that offer. Besides, she could gift him the carpet if he wants to see the world. However, she must be honest with the royal family first–this is one problem she needs to solve on her own.

–As Molly heads toward the palace someone bumps into her on the streets. Confused, Molly continues on, but fails to realize Jinx was in disguise and took the lamp.

–A wickedly delighted Jinx summons Scratch out of the lamp in private. He is deeply confused at first and is about to grumble to Molly until he realizes who awakened him. He then realizes that things are about to go south, but unfortunately, he can’t do anything about it.

To be continued in part 3.

#the ghost and molly mcgee #molly mcgee #scratch the ghost #aladdin au #libby stein torres #ollie chen #june chen #tgamm jinx

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Potential Headcanon: Back on Delphi, whenever Ambulon's paintwork was in need of a touch-up, the only person he trusted to handle it (other than himself of course) was Pharma. Since boarding the Lost Light, he's very preferable to Ratchet (and Drift somewhat) but is slowly coming around to letting First Aid do it.

Also he may or may not be Touch-Starved.

This was on my mind all day so have this little thang cuz I'm obsessed with this headcanon

If there was one thing Ambulon considered his worst enemy - it wasn't side eyes of fellow autobots, or inappropriate questions regarding his alt mode - it was his paintjob.

He was never a particular fan of it. Were it the colors or his inherent disdain for what they represented, he wasn't entirely sure. Could be both. The fact of the matter is: he was ecstatic to change it at the first given opportunity. It would've been nice if every opportunity in his life didn't come with a "but".

After his act of Affiliation, he didn't expect to be assigned to anything that fast. High Command didn't seem to mind his colors, or if anything, they didn't show. But the time given to him to do something about it was limited, when he was shortly stationed at Delphi.

“What’s with the paintjob?” The voice of the local CMO was on par with the commanders he served under before, and it had him still in his frame and reply with no hesitation.

“Didn’t have time to reapply it, sir. My mistake.” only his chevron and a bit of chest plate were wearing medical red. He looked ridiculous, but he was not to let it ruin his first impressions.

Pharma, was it? He seemed annoyed, nevertheless.

“Let’s get you patched up before your shift starts, we can’t have you running around and shining that… purple of yours.”

“That was the plan.”

“Good.” Pharma grazed him with a stern look. He was one of those autobots, he figured.

The more was his surprise to receive regular help from him, then.

It turned out Ambulon had some sort of condition. No matter how much he reapplied the new paint - it never stuck around the edges. Polishing and layering didn’t help much - just ended up in more flakes and itchiness. “Flaky paint syndrome” is what First Aid, his other coworker, called it; Pharma said it was a regular case of panopliatitis. They never settled on a single possible cause.

“Your back is still purple.”

“Yeah. I can’t reach there.”

He didn’t want to admit it, but being touched by Pharma- it was nice. He didn’t believe in forged hands, yet there was firm gentleness in Pharma’s touch he never experienced before. He was examined by other medics, hell knows how many times a scientist had a hand on his frame. All good he got from it is making him flinch away from people simply wanting to shake his hand sometimes.

Not with Pharma, though. He was careful.

“Ambulon- I need you to relax, I can’t do this if you’re fidgeting.” “Sorry.”

When his paint became too much of a disgrace, Pharma usually insisted on fixing it himself. Though Ambulon blamed the CMO’s general need to have everything under control, even he felt those moments to be way too intimate. Pharma didn’t comment on them. Ambulon didn’t either.

Was his life meant to be an endless rollercoaster? Perhaps. Delphi wasn’t the best place, or even the safest, but it was usually peaceful. He didn’t know at what cost it was peaceful, and he wonders if his presence had anything to do with what happened to Pharma.

He had no one to help him with his paintjob anymore.

***

“I can ask Ratchet, if you want.”

There was a lot to be said about Drift- Deadlock- which Ambulon preferred to ignore. He heard of his desertion, and maybe part of him made the decision he made because of him. He didn’t expect their first meeting after a while to be on his were-to-become deathberth.

“It’s nothing worth being concerned about. Don’t worry.”

Ambulon’s paint was getting more flaky by the day when he and First Aid joined the Lost Light. He was sure it was the stress. He was more than sure most of it was because of stress, but that’s just how life is when you’re a cybertronian, he thought. He wouldn’t know better, really.

“Well, I’d like to help you, anyway. It’s the least I can do.”

Drift clearly knew what he was doing, and it gave Ambulon some comfort. Being hyperaware of his frame and behavior often clouded his judgement of how much others paid attention to how tense he was… most of the time. If Drift noticed, he didn’t say anything.

“Did you choose the color yourself?”

“Why?”

“Just curious.” Drift shrugged.

“...Almost. It’s the practicing medical professional paintwork. Couldn’t deviate much from that.”

“You sound proud.” Drift smiled.

“I am.”

Drift’s hand was firm, but softness in his touch didn’t go unnoticed. He held the paint applier with confidence of someone who had to do it before - maybe not once. Ambulon leaned into it, at some point, letting Drfit turn and move him as he pleased. He was the last person to be biased, but life just keeps delivering wonders - he didn’t expect to feel safe in the hands of a swordsman-ex-supersoldier.

Their friendship wasn’t much of a thing, Ambulon thought, but he knew he could rely on Drift for anything, it seemed. He didn’t ask for much. It was mostly just his paintjob.

***

He doesn’t know how that “nothing much” turned into Drift passively matchmaking. It was subtle enough that Ambulon couldn’t tell him to mind his own business without sounding too mean or assuming - but he figured it was on purpose when he kept leaving opportunities for him and First Aid to “talk”.

“You got this.” He’d wink him a thumb up. “I do not want this.” Ambulon would shake his head about it.

“What’s with Drift?” First Aid said.

“Ignore him.” Ambulon sighed.

It’s not that Ambulon didn’t like First Aid. He didn’t exactly dislike anyone, contrary to what many believed. If he dared to say, he did like First Aid very much. With all his attitudes and ruthlessness - something that Ambulon lacked. You know how it is - always “if” and “buts” with all of his endeavors.

Even then it was just a short hanging out with what Ambulon thought was just him, Drift and Pipes. Not until First Aid entered the Swerve’s.

He spent most of his time with First Aid. Work, their habsuit. “Why can’t you ask First Aid to help with your paint?” they ask. “I’m afraid I’ll say something I shouldn’t.” Ambulon wants to reply, but all they will get is a noncommitted shrug.

They did meet at Swerve’s, alone, regularly. They did share a “bond”, didn’t they? Ambulon even told him about his decepticon days. He helped First Aid with his t-cog. How many times did they have to rely on each other at work?

But work and personal life were different things. Yet he didn’t know how living together ended up being more peaceful than he anticipated. Listening to First Aid was fun. And he didn’t push him out of his comfort zone unprompted.

“Don’t show much initiative” his aft. They were both rather quiet-loving. Holding his hand in peace of doing their own things felt too much like that’s what they were always meant to do about their lives.

It was until Drift was exiled, Pipes died, and Ratchet drowned himself in work that Ambulon had to actually face the only person he could call a friend.

“Ack,” Ambulon checked himself in the mirror. After Overlord, he was rather shaken up. The same could be said about his flaky frame. “Not again… I reapplied it only a few days ago.”

First Aid shot him an acknowledging glance.

“Oh.” he realized. “Will you need help with that?”

“N-” Ambulon started, but stopped at once. He didn’t want to bother Ratchet. But what were his other choices? He looked himself over again, from the back. “Yeah… Yeah. I’m not gonna reach that.”

“Say no more.”

Somehow - and Ambulon wasn’t going to think about it as a sign of any sort of affection or attachment - First Aid’s hands had him melt in his touch. He never relaxed that fast- it almost alarmed him if it wasn’t First Aid talking to him throughout, about this and that. He closed his optics, at some point, letting First Aid do his magic, only sometimes asking for pointers.

“First Aid?” he said, when his colleague suddenly stopped at everything as he held Ambulon’s head in his palm. He opened his optics in confusion.

“Sorry-” he stumbled, “It’s just- It’s so strange seeing you that close. I didn’t notice your scars before.”

Ambulon’s not of the best condition since his purple days. Some things can be easily fixed, like dents and such, but minor scratches? They healed on their own. Scars they left weren’t anything to talk about, or even that notable. He was no warrior, and talking about them? There was no interesting story. When you’re a fodder it’s only natural to get casually injured.

“It’s… okay.” He didn’t know what to say, and every second of him looking at First Aid’s visor made him feel more awkward. Ignoring his thumb, rubbing his cheek, was getting harder.

“Okay. Uhm.” he continued applying the paint on his helm and chevron. “I’m almost done.”

Ambulon could no longer relax. He missed First Aid’s hand on his cheek too fast. And his face was right there.

“First Aid.”

“Hmmm?”

“Say something I shouldn’t” be damned.

“I have something to confess.”

He explained how decepticon badges were made later that evening.

Who would’ve thought his worst enemy would bring the closest people he was ever granted in life.

#kole-booster #ambulon #thank you. it got very self indulgent very fast

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Diluc R. | Scorching Fears

ıllı Synopsis: "You can always feel scared to take the next step, but don’t let that hinder you from moving forward." Pyrophobia was not the easiest thing to overcome, but with an aid by your side, there might be a chance to utilize the vision gifted to you. And may be something more?

ıllı Genre: Romance, Fluff

ıllı Notes: None, Female Reader

ıllı A/N: This is a bit out of character I think. But, it’s also a bit cute! Ahhh! Diluc is gorgeous, but please let me have Tighnari when I lose my 50-50!

Pyro is an element often characterized by its destructive nature. It burns its path to victory, leaving ashes on its trail. It is a symbol of power, courage, and ferocity. Bards claim it is a sign of leadership and patriotism, while others contest for love and passion. However, pyro is not all about strength and power. It also possesses a gentle warmth that heals wounds, dispels fear, and mends the broken. It softly dances across the skin, eliciting a smile from its intended receiver.

Wielding a pyro vision sounded like a fairytale come true, as it was deemed a gift from the gods. An acknowledgment for the better lack of term. It would have been the same case for you if it was not for the fact that you feared the flames. It stemmed from the incident years ago when you were trapped in the storage room after saving a friend from flammable chemicals that he wished to play with. The heat that scorched your skin and the suffocating blast of the wind terrified your whole being. Even now, your body would tremble at the sight of fire.

'Five years had passed, and yet I still can't use my vision. Will... will I ever be able to get over my phobia?' You begrudgingly thought, holding tightly to the glass orb in your hand. The pyro element flickered in line with your distress. As much as you wished to use it during your commissions as an adventurer, you knew you would only freeze in panic.

“Hmm? If it isn’t, (Y/N). What are you doing here, doll?” A familiar honeyed voice asked. You turned around to see Kaeya, who gave a small wave before sitting beside you. The exhaustion from his tasks as the Cavalry Captain was evident on his face and body.

“I was… just taking a break. The last commission I got from Marjorie took me all over to Old Mondstadt.” You replied. Kaeya could not fault you. The winds bellowing under the old tree in Windrise calmed both the body and mind, only a few of the blessings he would thank the Anemo Archon for.

You shifted in your seat to lean further into the tree. That was when Kaeya noticed the tight hold on your vision. He put two and two together and realized that something must have happened again. It was no secret that you could not wield your vision. People may revere those blessed by the gods, but it was also a source of contempt and jealousy for others to hold. When a few adventurers in the Guild discovered that you could not use your vision because of your fear of flames, they called you names for being useless.

'You're so useless!'

'This would have been faster if you could use your vision. Tch!'

'Why did the gods even bless you?'

They could see how their words brought you down, but Rosaria chastised them, leaving a threat anybody knew she would fulfill. Truly unbefitting for a nun, but she did not care. The maroon-haired woman glanced at you and voiced her opinion.

“So what if you can’t use your vision? Your experience and tenacity are enough to survive as an adventurer. The gods gifted them yada yada. Enough of that crap. Pave your own path with or without the vision.” Her words brought you back to your senses.

Silence, a not-so-comforting one, fell between you and Kaeya. The Cavalry Captain was lost in his thoughts, hoping to find a way he could help you utilize your power while also overcoming your fear. Then, a lightbulb lit up, and a grin made its way to his face.

"(Y/N), I know a way you can practice using your vision, but we require somebody to help you. I know just the right person." He uttered, glee and excitement evident in his tone. You squinted your eyes in confusion, but he merely sighed and pulled you up.

"Come on, you'll love it."

In an instant, you found yourself in the tavern. The boisterous laughter and chide of drunkards filled your ears. Rosaria merely smiled and pulled you next to her to sit. Kaeya sat down on the other side and called for the bartender who just happened to be Diluc.

'Huh...? Why here?' You groaned internally. No offense to Kaeya and Diluc, but this was the last place you expected to learn how to use your vision correctly.

Suddenly, a drink slid in front of you. The lustrous blue sparkled against the light, reminding you of the waters in Liyue. You gave Diluc a questioning look, to which he replied, ‘It’s on the house’. Kaeya had a grin plastered on his face while Rosaria raised her glass. You clinked yours with hers and thanked them.

Once you were distracted, Kaeya turned to Diluc. He did not miss the fond look present in the red-head’s eyes. Coughing, he gave him a sheepish look, one that Diluc returned with a deadpan face.

“So, mind telling me what’s with this?” He inquired. Kaeya proudly huffed that he pulled you here to get a drink and forget about the harsh words from the entitled adventurers in the Guild.

Diluc’s interest was piqued. He was also aware of your predicament, the inability to use your pyro vision because of pyrophobia. He once heard those cowards judge you when you did all the work for the commission. It irked him to no end just how prideful they were, but you just gave them an apology and smile. You were too good for them.

“I’m sure you did not just do that for a drink. What’s your plan, Kaeya?” Diluc pushed. The Calvary Captain smirked and informed him of his plan. The red-haired tycoon paled at each word that escaped his brother’s lips. There was no way it would work.

“Oh, come on! You’ve done this before with the knights. Plus, (Y/N) is not incompetent. I’m sure you’ve seen her train every now and then outside of the city walls. You also get to spend time with her~” He teased, the tycoon’s ears turning red at the insinuation.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Despite his reluctance, Diluc asked you to meet him by the winery the next day after your commission. You asked him what for, and he replied flatly, “Training”. You blinked in confusion before he explained Kaeya’s request to help you wield your vision. He was blessed with one, after all. It worried you that you would probably waste his time, but he countered it.

“You can always feel scared to take the next step, but don’t let that hinder you from moving forward. Haven’t you always wondered if you could get over your phobia? Or at least keep it at bay enough to utilize your vision?” His tantalizing crimson eyes pierced right through your worried ones. Biting your lip, you gave him a determined look.

“I’ll be in your care, Master Diluc.”

Diluc was a spartan. Relentless in every way possible. Your first day with him ended with scorches around his porch and a bit in his garden, which you profusely apologized for. He assured you it was natural, considering how you trembled at the sight of fire in your hands. True to his words, you faltered at the blazing element in your hand. Your throat was closing up, but Diluc tried calming you down with his instructions.

Mishaps caused you to feel a little down, but you did gain one valuable information about your power. The flames you created were a beautiful shade of blue, similar to that sparkling drink your master gave you. It made you smile.

The following days were filled with envisioning the flames in your hands. Diluc said that mental training was necessary for your body and mind to get used to the pyro energy. He made you endure the searing flames and their different shades. It amazed you that it could vary along with its temperature accordingly. Blisters would appear on your fingers, but the tycoon was always ready with ointments and bandages. You even got taken care of by Adelinde after accidentally setting a part of your hair on fire. Hence, you had to get a new haircut. You liked it, though.

“All right, now take your weapon and infuse the fire there. Imagine it as a coating, then keep the shape as long as possible.” He instructed. Taking a deep breath, you held your weapon before you and activated your vision. It was a slow process, but Diluc remained patient. You could keep it for two minutes, but it was not enough.

“Again, try for five minutes this time.”

It took a week to get hold of elemental infusion, but the battle was another thing. Diluc sparred with you, but it always ended up with your weapon being thrown out of your hands. It frustrated you that you could not concentrate enough to keep its shape while dodging and thinking of a way to hit the redhead.

“Focus! The flames are going out again.”

“Your footing is off, you’ll get hit from the sides if you keep that! Balance yourself.”

“Stand up. We’re not yet done. You—“ Diluc was stopped by your piercing eyes and vision flaring up. Silently, you dashed towards him, raised your sword and aimed it at him. He internally smirked before shielding his body with his claymore. His crimson eyes pierced yours, but you had enough of the frustration deep within you.

You trained your eyes on him while keeping the blue flames. There was a plan in your mind that you wished to try. Whether it would fail or not was up to your execution. You ran towards him and were about to parry with him again, but you jumped on his claymore and used it to maneuver yourself. You got behind and set your sword ablaze. Diluc was caught off-guard. Luckily, he deflected it in time, but not unscathed. He got minor burns from the flare.

“So you can do it after all.” He voiced, proud of your accomplishment. You were pulled out of your stupor by his praise, eyes suddenly glazing at the sight of your sword still alight.

“I did… Look, Master! I could do it! This is amazing! I—“ You suddenly fell, exhaustion finally catching up to your body. Diluc hurried to your side and asked if you were all right. Laughter emerged from your lips. You assured him that you were just tired. The smile present on your face and the gleam of your eyes froze him. You were ethereal.

“Thank you so much, Diluc. Although I still have some fear in my heart, you helped me overcome it bit by bit. This flame is so beautiful.” You muttered, willing the same blue flame to appear in your hand. The way it danced before you was mesmerizing. It gave you courage and confidence.

Diluc sat down beside you and materialized a flame of his own. He placed it near you, and they swirled around before dissipating in the wind. It was beautiful. Silence soon overcame you two, but this was a comforting one.

The redhead watched the sunset. After days of paperwork and training, this was the first time he saw how beautiful Mondstadt was. However, this time, he had someone precious beside him. He knew he had to act soon.

“You learned a lot from me, and I honestly don’t want our meetings to end once you fully grasp your vision. Will you… I mean not to bother you, but will you allow me to spend more time with you after?” He asked, cheeks and ears reddened at his request.

“What…?” You saw his embarrassed visage, and it made you shy all of a sudden. This was an unexpected outcome, but not one you were unwilling to take.

“I mean, visit here and—“

“I’d love to. But take me out for a proper dinner after this, okay, Diluc?” You teased. He blinked owlishly before erupting in chuckles. His smile was captivating, and you could not help your hands but touch his cheeks. He stopped and gave you a warm smile. It was right here that you realized you had fallen in love with the only flame in your life.

‘Why is he so beautiful!?’

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