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Midnight Rain

“I broke his heart because he was nice. He was Sunshine, I was Midnight Rain…”

Request from ao3- "ok but imagine a grumpy/sunshine fic with sam but the reader is the grumpy one 🤷" For one of my fave readers, @/badasswithafatass I hope you enjoy! 💛

Pairing - Sam Wilson x Reader Sam Wilson Masterlist | Inspired By Taylor Swift Masterlist Anon's 1K Celebration

“You know, for a smart guy, you’re pretty fucking dense," Bucky mutters, taking another swig of his beer.

“Aw… you think I’m smart?” Sam sarcastically awes from the bar stool beside Bucky.

Bucky rolls his eyes, shaking his head, “Do you honestly think she had any real interest in me?”

Bucky doesn't miss the tick in Sam's jaw at the mention of you. Months had passed since the last time Sam saw you, and he wasn’t too keen on remembering that dreaded last night. Just the memory of you leaning over the bar counter, hand resting on Bucky’s chest, whispering something in Bucky's ear, was enough to make Sam's stomach twist into a knot.

Even before that night, he could tell that you were pulling away from him, but there it was, that night, the final nail in the coffin. That was the last time he’d seen or heard from you. You walked out of his life without so much as a goodbye.

Sam rolls his shoulders back, his mouth twisting in distaste, “Sure seemed like it to me.”

“See? Dense,” Bucky declares, tipping his beer in Sam's direction.

“Alright, I’ll bite. How does any of that make me dense?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Are you going to keep insulting me or are you going to actually explain?”

“Sam, she’s a spy, an assassin," Bucky explains like it should be obvious. "She knew you were standing there. She knew you were watching.”

"So maybe she wanted to make a point. It’s not like she was one for talking or communicating, maybe that was her way of letting me know how she actually felt. Trust me, I got the message loud and clear. That doesn’t make me dense."

"Sam..." Bucky takes a long breath. "We're a lot alike, me and her. And people like us, we cut and run, it's what we do. We don't wait for things to go bad, we live with the expectation that things will always go bad."

Sam tosses the rest of his whiskey back, flagging down the bartender for another one. "That's a depressing way to live."

“It keeps us alive.”

“We weren’t on a battlefield!" Sam spits through gritted teeth. "We were done with the fight, remember? We won, for Christ’s sake!”

“And where did that leave her, Sam? With a conditional pardon? People watching us 24/7?”

“With me!” Sam snaps, slamming his glass down on the bar. “It left her with me. We were good, Bucky! We were happy together. At least, I thought we were happy together. I even- I told her that after everything, that I would take her back home, meet my family, maybe settle down a little.”

"And while you're thinking about taking her home to meet your family, she's probably thinking how a family like yours is going to react to you bringing an actual assassin home."

"I... didn't think about it like that,” Sam confesses, faltering for a moment. He shakes his head. No. He refuses to accept that. It didn't excuse that he'd found you flirting with his best friend. It didn't change that you told him he meant nothing to you. “Because I don't think about her like that. And you know what? She could've talked to me, she could've told me she felt like that, Bucky, but she didn't."

"Sam, can I be honest?"

"Shoot."

"I don't think you two will ever work."

"That's a shitty thing to say to me," Sam spits.

"I don't," Bucky admits with a languid shrug. "Honest truth, I don't see it."

"You don't have to see it, I do,” Sam firmly states. “I see it working out."

Bucky claps a hand on Sam's shoulder with a tight lipped smile, "That's my point, Sam. That's the difference between you and us. You, you live for the hope of it all. She doesn't know how to do that. I don't know how to do that. We're broken, haunted people, Sam. We hurt people that get too close."

"You're wrong."

"Why else-"

"Because she was bored!" Sam angrily shouts, not caring at the stares his outburst brings. "She only wanted me because I was there."

“Do you honestly believe that?”

“Yes. I do believe that,” Sam hisses. “Unlike you guys, I believe the words that come out of people’s mouth. She was bored... She was bored and I was there.”

Bucky takes a long pull from his beer, rising from his seat with a defeated sigh. He turns to Sam to offer one last piece of insight, “All I’m saying is I wouldn’t go on the run with someone for two years because I was bored. Not unless I really gave a shit about them. Not unless I loved them, like really loved them.”

"Do you mean that?" Sam asks over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I mean that."

--

3 Years Earlier - Somewhere in Scotland

“Just let me do the talking, okay?”

Sam raises up his hands, “No arguments from me.”

The doorknob rattles for a moment, opening just enough for you to stand before them. You look at them and immediately try to snap the door shut, “No.”

Nat extends out her hand to stop the door from swinging shut. “Just hear us-“

“No.”

"You don't even know why we're here," Nat argues. “It’s important. Please.”

You relent, allowing the door to fling open. Standing tall in the doorway, your eyes rake over each of them, “Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov or whatever name you’re going by now, and Sam Wilson, all in the flesh, all the most wanted fugitives on Earth. So I don’t care how important it is, my answer is no.”

Sam’s eyes comically widen, his voice taking a slightly bewildered, high pitched tone, “How did - Do you happen to know the names of all strangers that show up at your door?”

Your eyes dart over to Sam with a grimace, “Strangers that show up at my door end up dead. Consider yourself lucky.”

“I want you to know I’m choosing to take that as a compliment,” Sam quips, placing his hand over his heart. 

“Don’t worry, Sam," Natasha smirks over her shoulder. "She’s more bark than bite. And this is me calling in a favor.”

Your eyes narrow at Natasha, "Which favor?"

"Budapest."

Your mouth narrows into a thin line as you glare at her. You hated that favor.

You look back at the three of them. Even dressed in street clothes they all stuck out like sore thumbs. They’re all disheveled, clearly exhausted, and you did owe Natasha. You convince yourself that there is no good in this deed, it’s just a repayment. Even as your eyes linger back to Sam for a second too long. You tell yourself you don't care what happens to any of them. It's just paying a debt. “Fine. Just keep me out of it.”

Natasha nods, offering a small grateful smile, “Thank you.”

You turn on your heels without another word, striding down to your room. You slam your bedroom door shut, leaving the others on their own.

“It was nice meeting you,” Sam calls after you.

You don’t bother to reply.

After a few hours, the sun sets and your safe house returns back to its normal quiet state except for the soft snores of Steve Rogers in your spare bedroom. You’re certain that they’ve all gone off to get some rest. That is, everyone, except Sam Wilson.

“Have a good nap?” Sam greets you, sitting on the small couch in the middle of your living room.

Your eyes snap over to Sam, lightly scoffing, “Actually, I was avoiding you.”

Your brutal honestly doesn’t phase Sam. The corner of his mouth twitches up as he playfully tugs on the collar of his t-shirt, “I tend to have that effect on the ladies… That sounded better in my head.”

“For you and me both,” you quip.

“You know, you’re kind of a jackass.”

“I know. Thanks.” That's the only conversation you plan on having with Sam Wilson. You continue walking to the kitchen without saying anything else.

"So how long have you and Nat been friends?" Sam asks, trailing you as you walk to your kitchen, clearly not taking the hint that you don't want to talk to him.

You scoff over your shoulder, "Who said we were friends?"

"So you're not friends? Because the whole letting us hide out here, housing us, letting us eat your food, not turning us in, sorta gave me a different idea."

"We're not friends."

In truth, your relationship to Natasha was much more complex than that. At one point, you were like sisters. In the Red Room, she was all you had. Your only friend. Your confidante. And still, you could never quite live up to her, always second to her. You knew all her secrets, all the blood spilt, all the skeletons in her closet, and she knew all of yours.

The night before your graduation, you ran. As far away and as quickly as your legs could carry you.

You were never quite sure if it was irony or simply Dreykov’s own cruelty, but she was the one tasked to find you and collect you. You never stood much of a chance against the person that spent almost two decades besting you. She found you in Budapest. It would’ve taken a single shot. And still, it never came.

But you weren’t going to tell that to Sam.

"You're not friends?”

"No."

After that, your paths crossed only once in a blue moon. Once Natasha left Dreykov, she never sought you out. And you didn’t bother to either. You weren’t friends. You weren’t enemies. She was the sister that became little more than a stranger.

"Do you help all your not friends run from the law?"

"Natalia and I have an agreement of ... mutually assured destruction."

"Mutually assured destruction?" he dubiously repeats, quirking an eyebrow. "...So best friends."

In spite of your best efforts, your outwardly stoic expression gives way as a chuckle bubbles out of your mouth.

"Did anyone see that?” Sam proudly announces to the empty house. “I want it on the record that I made a Black Widow laugh!"

"Don't push it," you warn, though the hint of a smile that pulls at the corner of your mouth dampens the threatening undertone of your words.

"You've got a nice smile," Sam compliments.

You wipe the smile off your face, but there's nothing you can do to tame the slight blush creeping up your face, so you say the first thing that comes to mind, "Fuck off."

--

That's how it went between you and him. Push and pull.

Their time at your safe house in Scotland was short lived. No more than a few weeks. And even in those few short weeks, he saw it, saw the good that you desperately tried to keep hidden. Even then he knew, he knew you cared so much more than you would ever let on. Cooped up in your little cottage, he found that behind your barbed words and tough exterior, was a person that he really liked. You didn't let him see very much of it. Most of the time, it was in little slip ups, little cracks in your armor, but he saw it. He swore he did.

Sam ambles alone through the streets of New York, the pavement is still damp from the midnight rain, the noisy cityscape is the only thing keeping Sam from fixating on the endless loop of memories playing in his head.

He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t think about you anymore. He did. All the time.

He thinks about how good it used to be. How even on the run, constantly looking over your shoulder, it was good. He'd like to think you were as happy as he was.

In truth, he wasn't sure how or when it happened. You weren't very nice to him - to any of them really. You kept them at arm's length. He had to earn every glimpse of the person behind the armor. He had to earn every smile, every laugh, but he found each one was worth it. To him, you were worth it. You were worth all of it. 

And when that time came, when that safe house wasn't safe anymore, you stayed by his side, you became his home. 

--

You simply walked up to the breakfast table and announced that it wasn't safe to stay much longer. "You have to leave."

"What?"

"We've been here too long. People in town are beginning to talk."

Natasha didn't miss a beat. "How long?"

"Tonight."

Sam watches the interaction closely. You refuse to look at him. For a moment, Natasha's eyes look at you, imploring. She utters a quiet question in Russian.

You don't respond, only shaking your head once.

"I understand." She softly inhales, her shoulders slumping slightly, "Thank you."

You nod, turning on your heels and heading to your room. You didn't expect Sam to follow after you.

There's some part of you that's unsettled by how easily Sam fits into your life. You don't like how he speaks to you like you're friends. You don't like that there's a part of you that would love to know what being in Sam's life would feel like. And you most certainly don't like that Sam has no problem questioning you. Prying into your life. He won't like what he finds. He'll run the moment he sees the number of skeletons in your closet. No, you don't like that at all. 

And you definitely don't like that he feels comfortable enough to follow you back to your bedroom. He wedges himself into your doorway, leaning against the wall, "So what about you?"

You don't turn to look at him as you pack your duffle bag, "What about me?"

"Where you gonna go?"

"I have other places."

"By yourself?"

"Typically."

"Why don't you stay with us?"

You pretend like you're surprised by the offer. As though Natasha didn't offer the same thing two minutes ago. You just didn't expect Sam's kindness to extend past his need for your safe house. "What?"

He takes a step off the wall. Even turned away from him, you can practically hear the grin he wears in his words. "We could always use the help. You seem like kind of a pro at being a fugitive."

"I don't think your team would appreciate my presence."

"I would. I want you to come." Sam turns back at the doorframe. He pauses for a moment, looking back at you. "You should come with us."

--

You never told him why you ended up joining them. It was the one question he couldn't ever get a straight answer for.

He couldn't really remember how or when you ended up in his bed - or more accurately, when he ended up in your bed.

All he knew was that for two years, you were his sanctuary. Each and every night. He held you. Kissed away your fears. You allowed him to see parts of you that you buried long ago. 

It made the moment you walked away hurt even more. 

He doesn't know what the hell he's doing here. He's pacing through the streets of New York in the middle of the night. It won't bring you back. It won't change what happened. You still left him.

It was easier believing that you left him because you didn't love him. 

The other option hurts. It hurts too much. His heart almost shatters at the though of you leaving him because you didn't see it working out, because you thought you would hurt him. 

That's the worst part - he believes Bucky. He believes that no one, not even someone as prone to finding trouble as you are, would ever go on the run with someone for the hell of it. Not unless you cared. Not unless you loved him. 

He should've seen it. The panic in your eyes when he suggested going back to Louisiana. The pain when you lost Natasha, the last person you considered family. 

It eats at him. He didn't even try. Not really. Yeah, you walked away, but he could've gone after you. He could've believed in the love he knew you shared. 

He reaches for his phone, tucking into the crook of his neck as he hails a cab, and calls the one person that could possibly help him, "I need your help. Can you find someone for me?"

--

1 Year Earlier - Somewhere in Eastern Europe

“Stop watching me sleep.”

Sam kisses your bare shoulder, resting his chin on your arm, “It’s the only time you’re not frowning. Except when you’re with me, of course.”

You sleepily sigh, trying to suppress the smile that Sam so effortlessly puts on your face. You halfheartedly push him away, rolling further away from him, “I’m going back to sleep.”

Sam’s arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, “No, come back.”

“We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow, we should get the rest while we can.”

“I miss you,” Sam whines.

“I’m right here.”

“But we’re always talking about work, about the world ending, I just - I just want a minute, just me and you.”

You finally turn around to face him with a cheeky grin, “You had me to yourself all night, remember?”

“How could I forget?”

You settle against him, resting your head on his chest, “So why couldn’t you sleep?”

He smiles down at you, absentmindedly playing with your fingers, “I was thinking.”

“About?” you urge.

“What comes next. After the fight, after everything, about going home, finally seeing my family again. My sister would love you. I can't wait to introduce you."

Your smile slips from your face. "What?"

"I mean, I know we're on the run and everything, but I'm still holding onto hope," Sam confesses. "You'd love Louisiana."

A sinking feeling overtakes you. Those survival instincts you've spent your entire life cultivating bubble up. You could see Sam's family picture where he left it on the dresser. His picture perfect, shiny family.

That wasn't you. Not even in your wildest dreams could that be you. The closest thing you had to a family was the Black Widow sitting in the other room cleaning her knives. You weren't meant for domesticity. You weren't built for the happy ending that Sam deserved. The happy ending he wanted. 

Sure, he loved you now, but would he love you when his family looks at you with disdain? Would he love you when Sarah refuses to let you anywhere near his nephews? 

Or even worse, what if he did? What if he loved you through it all and you broke him in return? What if he loved you and he lost everything else because of it?

You could tell Sam. Right here and now. Tell him that you weren't built for that life. He would listen. He would hear you. Like all of your other scars and imperfections, Sam would take it in stride. You knew he would. 

But could you really do that to him? Doom him to a life tethered to someone so tainted.

He was perfect. In every conceivable way. He was Sunshine. And though you'd done unspeakable things, there would be nothing quite as vile as dragging him down to the dim, murky depths of the wasteland you called home.

He deserved more. More than you would ever be. 

--

6 Months Ago - A Bar in New York City

"You don't have to do this."

You bitterly chuckle. It was too late. You'd made up your mind. You gave yourself until the war against Thanos was won. You gave yourself that time to say your silent goodbyes, to memorize the one and only love you would ever allow yourself to have. You were selfish in that way.

Now was the time to save Sam while you still could, to finally set him free. Even if you had to break his heart to do it. You rest your hand on Bucky's chest, the furthest you could allow yourself to go without making your stomach turn. "Do what?"

Bucky's jaw ticks, "He's a good man."

"I know." It's the only time your voice reveals even an ounce of your pain. Your eyes flicker to over Bucky's shoulder. It's too late. Sam stands a few feet from you, watching you with anguish in his eyes. For good measure, you lean in closer, whispering in Bucky's ear, "But I never did well with sunshine."

"Can I talk to you outside?" Sam demands. 

You roll your eyes and snort, "If we have to."

"We do."

Sam doesn't waste a single moment. The second you step outside, he points back to the bar, "What the hell was that?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you kidding me? I saw you. You were all over him. He's my friend!"

"I was just having a little fun, Sam."

"A little fun?" Sam scoffs. "Are you kidding me?"

You don't allow a single ounce of remorse to show. You don't allow him to see the regret. Your face is purposely blank, cold and uncaring. You were good at this part. You were good at hurting people. It's exactly why you have to let him go. "I don't see what the big deal is, Sam."

"You don't see what the big deal is?" Sam's voice wavers. "You were just coming onto my friend! What about us?"

"What about us?" you scoff. "I was bored, Sam, we had our fun but it's done now. We're not on the run anymore. It's not a big deal."

"Just like that, we're just done?"

"You were there, Sam," you lie through your teeth. Acid churns in your stomach, rising up through your esophagus and coating your every word. "There's nothing more to it, nothing more to us."

You'd done a lot of bad things in your life, but nothing made you feel quite as wretched as watching Sam's heart shatter before you. It was better this way. He didn't know it, but it was for the best. You couldn't ruin his life anymore. You couldn't hurt him if you walked away right now. Those were the last words you ever said to him. 

--

He did it. He couldn't believe it. He'd found you. There you were, standing out on a rooftop, out in the pouring midnight rain. He almost laughs because of course you wouldn't even realize how theatrical this whole scene was. "Do you realize how dramatic it is to be standing out in the pouring rain all by yourself? And without an umbrella?"

"I'm working, Sam."

"Shooting your next romantic comedy? Is this the breakup scene?"

You don't even turn to look at him. “You shouldn’t be here, Sam.”

Sam scoffs, “That’s all you have to say? That I shouldn’t be here?”

“Go home, Sam," you demand. "I don’t want you here.”

“You’re such a jackass, you know that?”

It pisses him off that you still refuse to even look at him. If you were going to break his heart all over again, the least you could do was look him in the eye. You speak through clenched teeth, "I know."

He storms around, planting himself in front of you, forcing you to look at him. "No, I mean that, I really, truly, from the bottom of my heart, I mean that. You're such an asshole. You're one of the most difficult, abrasive, cold, and selfish people I've ever met."

You can't bring yourself to meet his gaze. You look just past him, mustering every ounce of your training to stay stone faced, "I know."

"Do you know how hard it was to find you?"

"I didn't ask you to come here," you spit at him. "I didn't want you to come looking for me. You knew that."

"And you're a liar!" Sam exclaims, a bitter laugh bubbling up from his chest. "A damned good one, too."

"I never lied to you about who or what I was."

"But you did lie, didn't you? You've lied to me before."

“Yes, I have," you softly admit. You catch yourself, reminding yourself of why you're being so harsh with Sam. You force yourself to speak with that venomous tone you know all too well, "Many times, so if you’re done insulting me, I have to go.”

"God, you're so selfish, and- and you're mean! You brood way too much. You're so fucking angsty all the time. You act like the tortured character in every shitty teen movie every made. You're inconsiderate. You don't listen. I swear, talking to you is like talking to a brick wall. And sometimes - sometimes, I want to hate you so much."

It takes everything in you to sound as unaffected as you do. You quirk an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest, "Is that why you came here? Because you're upset?"

"Upset?" Sam incredulously repeats, taking a step toward you. He's still several feet away from you, still far out of your reach, "No, I'm not upset. I was upset six months ago. Now, I'm angry. I'm pissed off - with you. I have never been so mad at another human being in my entire life."

"I didn't do anything to you. You knew who I was - who I am."

"You think that's why I'm pissed? I'm pissed because you made me like you. I'm pissed that you made me fall so hopelessly in love with you."

For the first time in six months, your eyes find his. His warm eyes, the ones that grounded you through storms of midnight rain. He'd never said he loved you before - there's no taking that back. You suck in a breath, "Sam."

"I'm pissed because I believed you when you said you were bored. But mostly, I'm pissed that I let you go, that I let you walk away without fighting for you."

You try to warn him, beg him to stop before he says something that'll make it too hard to walk away from him. "Sam."

"Because I'm in love with you."

Your voice wavers as you beg him, "Don't do this, Sam."

"I'm in love with you," Sam announces again to his audience of one. "And I know you don't think you're good for me. And I know that it won't be easy, but I am. I am in love with you. Every part of you. Especially the parts you don't like. I like that you're mean, I like that you're tougher than any other person I've ever met, I like that you're grumpy. I like that you don't see how dramatic it is to stand in the pouring rain all by yourself! I love you. I love all of you."

"Sam..." His name leaves your mouth in a whisper. It's too late. You're not strong enough to survive walking away from him. He's doomed himself.

He takes a step closer to you. "And maybe it wasn't real... but I think it was. I think you feel the same." And then another step. And yet another. Until you're face to face, close enough that you could reach out and touch him for the first time in months. The rain beats down on the two of you. The dampness on your cheeks has nothing to do with the rain. "Tell me that you don't love me and I'll leave. Tell me and I won't bother you again, I promise."

You can't. You can't bring yourself to say any of it. "Sam, it'll never work for us. You have to know that."

"We're not at war anymore." His hand skates across your cheek. "We don't have to hide. We don't have to run."

"I'm not - I'm not good, Sam." And you are, you want to say.

“No, no, you’re not good. You’re great. You’re amazing. And it’s a damn shame you haven’t stepped into the daylight long enough to see how incredible you are.”

You jerk your face away from his hand, “And what if I can’t give you what you want? What if I can’t be what you want?”

“What do you know about what I want?”

“You want a bride. You want someone to bring home to your family - that’s not me, Sam. I don’t think that’ll ever be me.”

“I want you." Sam takes your face in between both hands, begging you to see the sincerity in his eyes. "I want you in whatever way you’ll have me.”

“I’m not worth it," you softly exhale. "You have to know that I’m not worth the trouble and the heartache I’ll put you through.”

“Break my heart," Sam offers without hesitation. "Do it over and over again. Do it for the rest of our lives. It’s all yours. You’re worth it.”

“Sam…” You didn’t have any other defense. He’d broken down each and every argument you spent years cultivating. You didn’t know where to go from here.

“Do you love me?” Your lips press into a thin line, eyes squeezing shut to keep the tears welling in your eyes from falling. The rain slows to a halt. His thumb and pointer finger grip your chin, forcing you to meet his warm brown eyes. “Do you love me?”

“I love you.” You don't think you've ever said those words before. You don't think you've ever seen the daylight until you saw him. It'll take time for your eyes to adjust, but he's worth it. "I love you so much it hurts, so much that I let you go."

“You don't have to let me go anymore. We'll figure the rest out together."

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[ideas-4-stories]

It's fluff-o-clock!

Even though he has countless devoted followers and his crew has told him they'd rather die than leave him, Buggy feels alienated and left out when he has to go to social events outside of Karai Bari Island. You'd never know it - he still acts as overconfident and egotistical as he always does - but the whole time he can feel judging eyes on him. He knows they don't take him seriously. He's just the weird little pirate who got lucky, no special skills or insane amounts of power in sight. That's what he's convinced their thinking, at least.

Crocodile and Mihawk, who have grown quite skilled at detecting when their beloved clown is hiding behind a facade of bravado, call him to a meeting. The two of them know something is off the moment Buggy walks into the room, and after some questioning and piecing the puzzle together they're able to discern the truth. Neither of them say anything about it. They just move on to actual business in a way that lets Buggy know they do care but they need time to think.

Fast forward a month or so and Cross Guild has been invited to a party that all the most powerful pirates with the highest bounties will be at. Crocodile and Mihawk finally put their plan into action a few hours before the event. They "make" (those chosen would have done it regardless but our resident goths have a reputation to keep) some of Buggy's most trusted crew members help him get ready, putting his hair in an elaborate style and ensuring his makeup is flawless. Once they complete their task Croc and Hawk swoop in to take their place; they worked together to design an outfit for Buggy that's as "flashy" as he loves while still being fancy. As he finishes getting ready they present him with the final pieces - two label pins shaped like Crocodile's hook and Yoru. They chose pins so that Buggy could still wear all his finest jewelry while still having his boyfriend's claim on him clear for all to see.

Once they're at the party Crocodile and Mihawk never leave Buggy's side; in fact, they subtly turn any attention given to them towards the clown. "Your new cannonballs do sound very formidable, but Buggy could do twice the damage with a ball half the size." "What a fearsome sounding crew. I wonder if they would be enough to beat Buggy and his hundreds of followers." Little compliments sprinkled in the conversation to hype up the blue-haired man. Between Crocodile's social skills and Mihawk's sneakiness, nobody realizes they're spending far more time showing interest in Buggy than conversing with his more powerful partners. The clown actually feels truly confident and like he's being treated as (somewhat) of an equal for once.

At the end of the night they meet in Crocodile's room dressed in their sleep clothes. Buggy's put the two pins in a small box shaped like a treasure chest to show his partners how much he treasures their gifts. They've all settled down and are about to fall asleep when the clown mutters one final comment. "Thanks for being by my side tonight, but you guys know you're as flashily great as I am, right?" He's out before the two can think of a reply.

It's the depression and poor self-esteem the clown shouldn't have because it hinders people From what I've seen it's hard to be someone that many people can rely on them.

Wonder how long did it take for them to fully understand their clown? Probably around six months or less... Who knows 🤷 Anyway, I'm thinking they found a way to make sure Buggy doesn't know that they pieced the puzzle together. That would be cool.

A party that has some of the strongest pirates with the highest bounties... The Straw-hats will be there... Oh boy, that will be a weird conversation to have, won't it! Anyway, yes them being right beside Buggy. Just destroying other people's achievements for Buggy!

That is just so cute!!! Buggy being more confident in himself, acting more like he was when he was younger. Not hiding behind a mask. As well as looking his best, wearing pins that represent Mihawk and Crocodile are always so cute!!!

Buggy putting the pins in a box, that's probably one of his most favorite treasures is so cute!!!

#one piece #cross guild #cross guild polycule #buggy pirates #buggy the clown #sir crocodie #dracule mihawk #buggy the star clown #buggy the bombastic clown #hawkeye mihawk #mr. 0 #buggy the genius jester #buggy x mihawk #buggy x crocodile #buggy the flashy fool #crocodile x buggy x mihawk #crocbug #hawkbug #captain buggy #ideas~4~stories says #ask

[love-islike-abomb]

Wild side

Roman reigns x Y/n

(a/n: when I was a kid I thought the song said "take a ride on the water slide"😂🤷)

Warnings: SMUT!! Errors I may have missed.

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @windhamsrotunda

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I always loved Valentine's day. I got the most beautiful deep red roses and my favorite chocolate from my husband every year but this year I wanted to go all out for him. It was the least i could do after everything he'd done for me.

I had planned out everything... I made spaghetti and bought Fresh strawberries for dessert! I always loved feeding him strawberries! Feeling his tongue dart around my finger as I put the strawberry in his mouth.

Stop thinking about it y/n! I felt my thighs clench together... My fingers weren't the only place I wanted his tongue!!

I had the table set with candles and a glass of red wine for each of us. I just finished setting the table when I heard the door open. "hey baby!" He said giving me a kiss "what's all this?"

"I wanted to do something special for you after all you do for me" I smiled

"baby girl you didn't have to" he smiled back.

"no but I wanted to" I said giving him a kiss.

"spaghetti! I love your spaghetti!" He smiled sitting down "you look beautiful in that dress baby!"

I blushed 'i bought it because I know how much you love red on me"

"I do love red on you and it makes your ass look sexy!!" He said wiggling his eyebrows

"food first! Im hungry!" I giggled before sitting in my chair.

"how's work been?" I asked

"hectic as usual! They want me to face LA knight and I can't stand him!" He laughed

"honestly he strikes me as kind of a dick!" I said taking a sip of my wine.

"it's business though and you know me I'm always professional whether I like someone or not" he shrugged. "I'm gonna be taking some time off soon as well because of the movie I have to start filming"

I put my hand on his "I miss you" I half smiled setting my fork down.

"i miss you to Baby girl" he reached his hand to my face and gently rubbed his fingers against my cheek and I leaned into his touch "I got fresh strawberries" i smiled.

'i know why you did but what it I wanna eat you right here in this table?" He winked at me making me bite my lip. "Or what if" he said standing up and walking over to me "I lean you over this kitchen counter and pound that pussy?' he said licking his lips.

"I wouldn't object! Infact" I said standing up, leaving towards his ear "I dont have any panties on right now" I said hearing a low growl escape him.

He spun me around and bent me over by my neck before lifting my dress up and undoing his jeans. His thick fingers ran through my folds "fuck baby! You're so wet for me already!" He growled.

Stroking himself a few times he slid into me as we both let out a grown of pleasure "fuck baby girl! You've been a good girl while daddy's been gone!" He growled.

I bit my lip "yes daddy!"

"hmmm good girls get rewarded! Give me them hands!" He ordered

I reached my hands behind my back and he pulled my arms up allowing him deeper access. "Fuck!" I groaned.

"oh yeah baby girl! You like that? You like how good daddy makes this pussy feel! Uhh yeah! Milk my cock with that pussy!"

"oh fuck just like that!"

"that's my good girl! Come on my cock baby!"

My orgasm rocked my body and I felt his cock twitch inside me before he let out Primal growl of his own and ropes of his hot cum coated my walls.

A few more sloppy thrusts and he stilled inside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. "I missed you!" I said as he let go of my arms and he pulled out of me. "I missed you to baby! Come on we'll go upstairs and get a hot shower and lay down. I know you're just as tired as me" he smiled

"don't tempt me with round 2"

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #wwe x yn #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns x y/n #roman reigns smut #wwe smut #wwe fanfiction #wwe

[narnian-neverlander]

Reaching Out [Adam Warlock x GN!Reader]

Plot Summary: The Sovereign are responsible for some of the biggest tragedies in your life. But when you meet one of them that just seems different, you find yourself reevaluating your stance and reaching out to him.

Word Count: 1,6k

Warnings: Guardians 3 spoilers, talk about canon typical violence

A/N: Haven’t written/posted sth in about… 5-6 years??? But of course Will Poulter being a literal and figurative golden boy is what gets me back to it 🤷

This was really just supposed to be a prelude to a scenario I actually wanted to write, but it kinda got away from me, so have it on it’s own

Best friend or not, when you’d come back from a mission of your own to learn that Rocket’s kleptomaniac tendencies had put you smack dab in the middle of a crossfire with the Sovereign, you’d had half a mind to stuff and mount him to a wall. You’d spent almost your entire life hiding from that nation and now you were back on their radar. After just barely escaping Ego and the Sovereign army by the skin of your teeth, you’d immediately started packing, ready to run and hide again; they would come for you, that hadn’t been a question of if, but when. And you would not put your newfound family at risk by staying with them.

Except… they’d refused to let you leave. Every last one of them. They’d sat you down and demanded an explanation at the very least, so you’d done just that. Told them about how the Sovereign had considered your people a threat, an abomination even, due to your shapeshifting abilities. About the destruction of your planet, your people and finally finding a temporary safe haven on the little mud-ball known as earth. It’d been quiet for a long moment after that, then Gamora had shrugged and with a very blunt ‘What’s one more target on our backs?’ the discussion was over and Drax was carrying your bags back to your room before you could utter a single word of protest. You would never admit it to any of them, but you’d cried yourself to sleep that night. People you could rely on, who’d risk their lives for you - you hadn’t had that in a very long time.

The memory of that day had been fresh on your mind when your retrieval mission at Orgocorp’s headquarters had gone sideways; severely outnumbered with the Sovereign and the High Evolutionary’s lackeys on their way, you’d gladly stayed behind to give your friends a clean escape. The fact that you’d ended up in the hands of the people you’d been hiding from your whole life didn’t matter if it meant giving the others a chance to save Rocket.

You’d only arrived on Knowhere to the aftermath of the attack of the Sovereign’s newest weapon, but whatever you’d been expecting hadn’t been… him. He was different from any Sovereign you’d ever come across. The golden-skinned race of people weren’t exactly known to be particularly individualistic or open-minded, but the Warlock constantly asked questions in such innocence and naivety, it was almost endearing - and frustrating to the High Priestess to no end. The incredulous bark of laughter that had escaped you when he’d flat out told her that he did not like how hurting people made him feel had earned you a few new bruises to the face from the annoyed woman, but it’d been worth it. There was something absolutely hysterical to you about their perfect super weapon apparently having just a bit too much of a mind of his own, only further proven when he’d openly opposed his mother and had insisted on keeping the Ravager’s pet as his companion.

And then he’d saved Peter. Unprompted, a choice all his own; maybe the very first of it’s kind he’d made. As baffling as it had been, you’d seen a lot during your travels of the universe, so maybe, just maybe, a Sovereign with a kind heart wasn’t completely unthinkable. So when you leave the cantina, tears still fresh in your eyes from having said goodbye to some of the people you called family, and find him sitting hunched over on a flight of stairs, dirty, bruised and looking so incredibly lost and alone, you decide to do the unthinkable yourself: you reach out.

There’s plenty of people buzzing about, already repairing the damage the battle did to Knowhere and helping the new arrivals settle in. You grab a blanket from one of them as you pass and weave your way through the crowd. He doesn’t even realize he’s your target until you drape the blanket over his shoulders, making him flinch in the process. Wide, surprised eyes follow your movements as you settle down next to him on the stairs, but he pulls the fabric tighter around himself anyways. There’s a beat of awkward silence during which you realize you hadn’t exactly thought this approach through in it’s entirety, but there is one thing that comes to mind that you decide to ask him about. “You know, between you trying to kill us, my best friend almost dying and some lunatic almost destroying our home… I don’t think I ever actually caught your name. It can’t just be the Warlock, can it?”

“Adam. My name is Adam.” he answers and you give an acknowledging nod as you hold out your hand to him. “Alright, it’s nice to kinda officially meet you, Adam. I’m (y/n).” He stares at your offered hand with furrowed brows and it occurs to you that in all likelihood, the guy has no idea what a handshake even is. “I’m fully aware of who you are; (y/n), the shifter.” Dropping your hand back into your lap, you honestly feel like backing off and just leaving him be. But you don’t. “Right… I’m sure Ayesha told you everything about me…” He seems to brighten at the mention of his mother, but it’s gone just as quickly and replaced by the same exhaustion he’s had in his eyes since you approached him. “She did. To help me with my mission, she gave me very detailed reports on all of you. But-“

Soft music playing from the speakers above you interrupts him and a light chuckle leaves your lips as you recognize the band as one of your favorites from earth; you catch Rocket’s eye from across the square and he gives you a grin and a wink, earning a shake of your head and a laugh in return. Bringing your attention back to the golden man beside you, you find his focus on the crowd and your friends, curiosity written all over his features, accompanied by a small, albeit sad smile. He’d quite obviously never seen a celebration before, had had no victories to celebrate. Hadn’t known the sacrifices that so often went hand in hand with triumph.

“But…?” you prompt gently and he brings his golden eyes back to you. He studies you for a long moment and you’re honestly not quite sure what exactly it is he’s looking for, but he seems to find it all the same. “But… I’m starting to think she was… mistaken about some of it. The things mother told me about the Guardians, specifically about you… don’t align with what I’ve seen for myself.” Humming thoughtfully, you start tapping your foot along to the song as the crowd starts letting loose and picking up pace. “Well… forming your own opinions, your own path? Admitting that not everything that you were taught is necessarily the right thing? That’s all part of growing up. Of becoming your own person. It’s a good thing.” He vehemently shakes his head at that. “It doesn’t feel good. My stomach hurts and it’s like I can’t breathe and I feel so… so…” He struggles to find the right words, but you know exactly what he’s talking about; you’ve been there yourself. “Small? Helpless? Despite your powers?” When he nods in affirmation, you continue. “What you’re feeling is fear. You’re scared. Scared about change, about the unknown that now lies in front of you. It’s perfectly normal, everybody gets scared sometimes.”

If possible, his shoulders slump further and he seems to curl into himself even more. In spite of his tall stature, he seems so incredibly small in that very moment and it makes your heart clench. “Everybody gets scared… I don’t have everybody to guide me, though. I do not have anyone left...” You don’t mean to, you truly don’t, but you can’t help the inelegant snort that escapes you at that; one that erupts into full blown laughter when he gives you a look that can only be described as somewhere between scandalized and actually hurt. “Please”, you manage between wheezes, “you really think we’re gonna save your life and then leave you to fend for yourself? Nah, you can stay here with us - only if you want, of course.” He blinks at you, once, twice, before he says “But… I tried to kill you?” His deadpan delivery makes you laugh yet again, even if it is the truth. “Yeah, we’ve all tried to do that to each other at one point or another, actually.” You find Nebula, gleefully dancing with some of the kids and a grin spreads across your face. “Some on more than one occasion. But here we are, one big, happy, messed up family.”

Adam still looks as puzzled as ever; why would you willingly form a family with people who’d tried to murder you? It’s obvious he’s overwhelmed with… everything, really, so you decide to drop the big, life changing conversation topics for now as you get up and dust yourself off. “Listen, all I’m saying is, you’ve got people here who are similar to you in some ways. Maybe sticking around and learning from them could help you. Either way, I think you’d fit in just fine around here, golden boy.” Big, hopeful, golden eyes follow your movements as you offer your hand to him yet again. “Come on, let’s go find you a place to rest up, okay?” There’s no confusion or hesitation this time as he takes your outstretched hand and let’s you pull him to his feet. Despite the state he’s in, he’s warm, you note, like a bunch of tiny golden suns are burning right under his skin. And as you tug him along behind you, through small alleys and groups of dancing people, he holds on tight and you decide you like how his hand feels in yours.

#adam warlock x reader #adam warlock x you #gn reader #adam warlock #gotg vol 3 #adam warlock fluff #guardians of the galaxy #mcu #will poulter #my writing

[kittyball23]

Connection (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: What if Poppy and Branch had done something in addition to the high-five at the end of Trolls World Tour?

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“Shall we?”

While Branch had a small smirk on his face, Poppy had to bite her lip to keep from smiling too hard. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for, to prove that they indeed did have a good connection. How could they not, after what they had been through? After the confession that they had just made to one another? A confession, mind you, of love? Poppy’s answer: there was no hair-flipping way they could not have a good connection!

Raising her pink hand high in the air, she charged at the teal Troll who met her hand halfway for an all-powerful, all-around- amazing high-five, the satisfying SMACK resounding loud and clear, and sparkles and colors emanating from their palms as they did so.

“YES!” Poppy cried, soon dissolving into happy giggles at the wonderous feeling of being one with her best friend in the world.

Branch, too, whooped in delight, happy that he had finally overcome that obstacle that had been with him for such a long time. To finally be able to tell Poppy how he felt about her and the strong love he had was one thing, yes, but to have her reciprocate that love in her own confession was filling him with pure bliss. Nothing could possibly make this moment better!

Or, could it?

Because Poppy, too, had believed that nothing could make that special moment better… at least, until a passing thought crossed her mind. But before the thought had even allowed itself to properly root itself in her head, she had already executed it. In a blur of pink, Poppy had leaped up, wrapped her arms around Branch’s neck, and crashed their lips together in a full-blown, heart-stoppingly INCREDIBLE kiss!

Branch, who had been far less than crazy-prepared, nearly fell back from the force, barely catching himself and Poppy, when he regained his footing. The teal Troll would have gasped had it not been for Poppy's lips over his.

Branch forced his now widened eyes to blink.

POPPY’S lips over HIS.

Branch almost felt like bursting into tears with joy.

I’m kissing Poppy.

I’m really, REALLY kissing POPPY!!

No, wait… SHE’S kissing ME. And I’m doing absolutely nothing!

Pulling himself from the shock, Branch reeled himself back in, wrapping his arms around Poppy – one hand behind her back, one behind her head – and gripping the Pop Queen tightly against him as he shifted their position enough to dip her down. From there, Branch ensured to pour everything he had into that one long-coming kiss – determination, longing, enamor, passion, devotion, adoration… everything and anything he could possibly think of went into it. Every bit of his being, every bit of his soul he possessed was put into that kiss. He loved her, more deeply than anything else on earth, and wanted her to know it.

And, by the sparkling look in her eyes, pink flushed cheeks, and breathless little smirk on her face after they'd parted, Branch could tell that Poppy knew it as well.

__________________________________________ A/N: I distinctly remember watching Trolls World Tour for the first time back in 2020 and asking myself "Are they gonna kiss??" when it got to the end and they admitted their love for each other xD

(I know some folks say they DID kiss if you look closely when they zoom out, but it looks more like a hug to me 🤷)

#trolls #trolls 2 #trolls world tour #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

[xandy-toady]

Lyle Wainfleet || Late Valentines

uhhhh enjoy this is literally ass but I needed this okay leave me alone☝️ Afab reader teehee

Requests are open, I should have a bigger Zdinarsk post coming up and a Neytiri one is close to done too 🤭

MINORS DNI NSFW

Just Lyle fucking you silly, nothing more to add 🤷

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Tonight, he was coming home, and you had plans.

Setting up your lab so it’s dimly lit by lights you managed to find, putting on music that you knew he enjoyed for background noise. Candles also splayed out and about, the gentle soothing smell of very faint vanilla hitting your nose.

He spoils you so much, and even though it was a few days late, you were determined to give him this Valentine’s gift, he had been out on a mission to your disappointment but you weren’t going to let that stop you.

So you here you were, setting up you lab at midnight, wearing a large fluffy robe you had brought in along with the supplies, wearing part of his surprise underneath, a very skimpy and lacy red lingerie set that fit on your form just right.

You made sure you were absolutely breath taking, he always told you that you were always stunning to him, but you couldn’t help but want to look your best for tonight, for him.

Finally him calling you, saying they just got back, and you knew it was time. So in hearing him announce his return, you insisted he come to your lab, that you have something to show him right this instant—

Lord did that make him excited.

Lyle’s tail was wagging when you hung up, and he ended up running all the way over, what could you have to show him? Probably some science junk, but still, it was you, and honestly he just needed you right now, especially after having you urge him to come to you.

Then he turned the corner, finally at your lab.

Seeing you stood in a white robe, barely able to make out the faint red that poked out, looking around at the very romantic display.

He was fucking weak in the moment, and when he looked back to you, watching the robe fall?

He found himself with a shit eating grin, approaching you swiftly to guide you to the spot he assumed was made for him to take you, a nest of blankets and pillows layer on the floor, rose petals scattered around.

“Happy late Valentine’s Lyle!”

To say the least, this night wasn’t just the two of you fucking, it was a night where you made him feel more wanted then ever, so much effort put into this all for him.

You made him feel loved. He was going to make sure to show you that, especially right now.

“Oh tonight’s gonna be reallll good, just you fucking wait sweet cheeks.”

Lord did he ever show you—

You don’t even remember when the two of you had started, once he had you under him it begun.

Now, you lay with Lyle’s balls slapping harshly against your ass, dick reaching every spot you needed him most making you quake underneath him, weeping cunt already spilling his cum and your own. He was just as much a mess, he himself was shaking by the end, having you in a mating press rutting into desperately—

He fucked you for hours.

He couldn’t help how he starts to purr loudly seeing how your mind blanks aside from thoughts of him, listening as you’re only able to repeat his name over and over again.

He had you drooling, you looked downright fucking filthy under him and he loved every second of it, his stupid little angel he would coo out, balls deep in you, pressing down at the large bulge his cock made in your stomach—

He left you stuffed in every hole by the end of the night, satisfied in every way possible, your Valentine’s gift clearly a success— once finished, you firmly stated while laying on top of him that you think your clit fell off, he’s never cackled so hard—

#lyle wainfleet x reader #atwow x reader #lyle wainfleet x you #lyle wainfleet #recom lyle #recom lyle wainfleet #avatar #atwow #avatar x reader #atwow x you #avatar 2 x reader #avatar x y/n #avatar 2 #avatar x you #avatar 2 x you #atwow x y/n #atwow fanfiction #atwow lyle #lyle wainfleet smut

[greenokapi]

So… what do y’all do when you wanna do a bajillion things but you can’t settle on which thing to do so you just kind of end up doing nothing?

… lissen I’m still only recently diagnosed with adhd so I still don’t know how to work with it… I wanna draw so many things, wanna make merch, comics, I wanna write a fuckton of silly cringe fanfics… I wanna make videos? Like maybe youtube videos rambling abt stuff while drawing but then I don’t know if anyone would even be interested in that, and besides I haven’t done video editing in…. Probably close to 20years? What program should I use? Anyone got any tips on that?

I also wanna make stuff, lil bead things like these guys I made a while ago for example

I also wanna try doll customization cause it’s kinda only been the last decade or so where I’ve allowed myself to like dolls… reasons for that being … uh… gender stuff… it’s like only now in my life, around 30 have I finally gotten somewhat close to getting a grasp on my gender and sexuality, and I never even really realized before that this was something I had a problem with? Which probably makes no sense tbh…

I also wanna do sculpting and even paint, after art school teachers made me feel like I should never paint again bcs idk man I wasn’t up to their standards 🤷

And… I wanna do all this stuff but not only does brain say ‘adhd my guy’ but there’s also my increasing health issues that… I mean I’ve always had them but I guess getting older makes it harder and harder to constantly deal with them… and that’s another thing I never really realized was so bad until back when I was in Japan in 2015-2016 as an exchange student and would have to go to the hospital increasingly often bcs of pain nobody could diagnose… aand then I was shamed for it bcs having to go to the hospital in the middle of the night sometimes was a huge hassle to the dorm staff, idk I was a problem…

Since then I’ve had two operations and will probably need to have more in the future. Also, amusingly, when I finally got diagnosed I was looking at the list of symptoms, all of which I could relate to in at least some way, but the ones that stood out, for some reason, were ‘constant exhaustion’ and then below it was ‘insomnia’ and… maybe I’m not actually lazy when I’m tired all the time? But y’know, I don’t really wanna use a chronic condition as an excuse to just do nothing, plenty of ppl have chronic problems but still do stuff with their life… but when I think like that I also remember this isn’t a ‘pain competition’ or something like that and different people just have different capabilities to deal with chronic pain and such… idk, I honestly think I’m still trying to come to terms with the realization that being exhausted and in pain all the time probably counts as some kind of disability….. but I don’t feel like I’m allowed to say I’m disabled bcs I do also have good days, you know? I should probably try harder to just DO things?

Ahem, it’s like 9AM and I haven’t been able to sleep and stuff hurts… I just wanna go do something productive but instead I’m whining on here which I probably shouldn’t do bcs this is the internet and strangers can see what you post and maybe use it against you but also sometimes you just really wanna rant into the void… or maybe more like semi-void cause idk, maybe someone reads this and can relate or give advice or just talk or something? Buuut you suck at talking… then later you feel embarrassed about your tired rambles and probably end up deleting them and just bring them up in therapy later like you should…

Anyway, until this embarrassment pops up I’m probably gonna try to find some painkillers and go draw or something -3-

#Rambles #Negative #I guess #sorry about that jgchhf

[iwrite-sinsandtragedies]

I would guess part of the comment issues in ol1 are the lack of a jealousy system like nobody can react or make comments because there is no jealousy at all I am hoping it is more natural in ol2 with there being 2 main lis plus an actual jealousy system even if it is optional

There is a little bit of jealousy! But it's all mainly in Step 1 and your typical kiddy jealousy😂 it's also just me splitting hairs really, but I get where you're coming from lol. It's not actually jealousy I'm looking for, honestly. I personally despise jealousy in any aspect for my own reasons, though I do get what you mean and I'm depressingly aware of how prominent jealousy is in the situation I've given😔

What I'm more looking for is upset - and I mean that in the most clinical definition of the word: to make (someone) unhappy, disappointed, or worried; to knock (something) over. (ie. to disturbe or unbalance)

LMAO, this got long, so I'll throw it under a cut!

Basically, Sunset Bird is the place where nothing happens and everything stays the same, until Baxter comes in and upsets the norm. The game writes many times that he's disturbed the peace and many characters respond to that in various different ways - mostly positive and slightly negative on Cove's part specifically. You, as the MC, have the option to take it as positively or negatively as you choose, of course!

I have a suspicion that, if MC takes it negatively then maybe others would too but, I don't play that route personally and it isn't really the point I'm getting at either. I want to see that upset happen, even in a positive viewpoint MC. I want to see Cove upset because MC has been flirting with him for possibly several years and he has been flirting back and he and everyone understandably thought you both had something, only to see you fall for Baxter like a rock in a stream, the moment he turns your head. It's not specifically jealousy I'm looking for, it's hurt and confusion and/or a need for answers from the people that surround MC and find their expectations suddenly trampled on.

"What about us/Cove?" is a very real question that should be there yet just isn't 🤷

An example of where the game actually did do this: The protectiveness from your family, that was A+ on the game's part but there wasn't enough of it, in my opinion. There should have been more worried dialogue from at least your family, if not your friends. Cove also has one moment where he complains about how he doesn't like Baxter flirting with the both of you but, again, that's not actually touching on the subject of MC so much as it is the both of you. It's also before any dating can occure so Cove is still 'intact' as it were... So I would honestly even consider that situation void because it happened before the flag triggering can changed him.

Even in Step 4, this trend continues! [violently rips out hair] There are scenes that should have such a bigger reaction out of characters but simply just don't because the mechanic for upset is entirely lacking!! It drives me crazy yo😭there's no deep 'sit down' conversation at all in so many places and it makes the emotions that the really good parts of the story pull out of you feel so cheap in comparison!

Awaaahhhhh... This has just turned into me complaining lmaooo

My apologies😂I know there isn't anything to be done that can change it, currently, but it does just really upset me. In fact, how I'm talking about it here is exactly what I would have loved to see in the dialogue of the game!

The desperateness, the desire for answers, the deep meaningful conversations, just- [clenches fist] Yes. Everything would feel so much more grounded and real and immersive if they just let MC sit down and have a talk with these people about everything and have feelings get resolved and see bonds strengthen!!! It would be so Good!!!

Instead, I must sit here, depressed while Cove laughs off several years of character development like "ha ha okay then bro, very funny" like😭😭😭What happend to you, my sweat summer bean???

#iwrite answers #iwrite replies #anon #baxter dlc #our life beginnings and always #ol:ba #olba #ol cove #our life beginnings & always #cove holden #baxter ward #ol baxter #iwrite rambles #sorry I just have FEELINGS #long post

[hell-drabbles]

Hi.

I wanted to ramble about the whb!mc and base by your interaction with your followers and anonymous, I think this will be a safe zone for me. As much as I enjoy the game, mc being talkative and active here and there kinda ruin it for me...? Instead of discussing the real matter on how they supposed to break all the contract much faster and go home, they out here letting devils have their way with them and I KNOW that it's an obligation but I'm curious if they ever know how to say 'no' at some points. They shouldn't care for the these dudes that just dragged them to hell and to the job that wasn't even theirs to begin with. They should've know how to keep the devils at arm length and even when they're having intimacy with them, mc should always remind them that it's only a business and business alone. Nothing more than that. Don't feed in their already ego

There's a new announcement that came out (it's like the attack of kings? Or something) that show a poster of kings having intimacy with mc, but that's beside the point. The part is in Beelzebub and satan. If you look at the background, you can see what they're doing is IN public. Satan being at the side of the alley while beel at inside the bar. We haven't got much information for that scene. It could be that mc really do need the devil energy now and don't have enough time to go back, but satan (and probably the other devils) knows how to teleport in the room so that shouldn't be a problem? Atleast in my perspective, it shows how much of a ragdoll the whb make mc. It's probably just me being a Dom!reader enjoyer 🤷

Oh I absolutely know the plight you're going through. It's just so odd for the MC's priority to be so focused on the horny rather than focusing on the war, like it's secondary to them and it makes the whole setting feel so distant as a result. Because of how non-assertive they are, they feel like a talking blowup sex doll getting dragged from one place to another, not really having any sort of clear identity. And any of the "no" options we do get are those "I say no but my body says yes," or they immediately retract their no because they don't want to hurt the devils feelings. And I'm just???? Frustrated with that???

It's bland and lazy.

And the new L cards... Man, it's real funny to me, honestly.

"Those kings will attack you from the top this time!"

Like it's something new??? And oh so special and never done before!!

Devs, get more creative. They've been doing that since the start. This isn't new. I get it, it's a new position in the L cards, but it's not a new kink or new dynamic. It's the same "Devils are on top and domming, MC is bottoming and subbing" type thing. So, I am not interested in those cards in the least.

Oh and they're doing that thing again where they're not showing what currency you'll be using to roll of the new L cards. Scummy way of giving their audience false hope. If I end up being wrong, somehow or another, alright, that's fine. Still not going to be rolling for them. The chance numbers are atrocious for a paid-only currency.

#admin

[ghost-of-a-slave]

hi , rq anon here from earlier !! ^_^

I'm kinda just gonna go on a ramble here about things you said in your response that were kinda like ... wow okay !! apologies for any improper grammer or typos too !! I'm a fast typer lmao

first , the fakeclaiming hello .... ???

"why is your support of minorities so conditioned" because a) I don't believe that the majority of you chucklefucks are actual minorities so this doesn't apply " wow okay !! that's certainly a way of thinking !! if your belief on someone's race , disability , gender , or trauma or literally anything only applys in certain situations , you are ALSO a bigot . your support for any minority shouldn't be conditioned the moment you disagree with them , or the moment they do something you don't like . you don't see me saying " ur not native american or a system or a trafficking victim bc ur an anti rq and i hate anti rqs !!! " like hello ???

" are you actually POC or are you "transrace" ? " if we're going in your definition , I'm " actually poc . " just like you , I'm native american ( just like you , yippie :3 ) , my dads entire side of the family is native . my grandma taught me how to make dreamcatchers and quillwork and beadwork and she told me many stories growing up !! my native features are pretty obvious too ( despite my skin ... super pale LMAO ) but so , yk , im bodily poc and have been since the day i was born .

" I have Because let's be clear so many radqueers are super fucking white and are larping as POC because they want brownie points or want to be allowed to say slurs. " idk what radqueers you're talking about but poc rqs make up a large handful of our community , at least from what ive been able to see and I've been active in the rq community for a long time . then with the larping as poc , again , the unnecessary and extremely rude fakeclaiming ?? claiming someone is faking their race ( or really faking ANYTHING ) without proof is extremely bad . for someone who claims to support minorities so bad , your view on ones that aren't like you sure is interesting !!

" If your fucking people were not genocided you will NEVER understand what it's like to be Native American and you doing shit like redface only makes things worse. " but i do understand and have understood since i was a little girl . assuming im lying about my race when i literally told you im bodily poc is so fucking weird and literally feeds into bigot behaviors !!

" are you actually traumatized or are you "trans trauma" and had a perfect life and never got hurt? " i was trafficked , raped , beaten and abused my whole life . my genitalia is deformed from how much sexual abuse I went through , I've been in therapy for years now . I'm willing to go into so much detail if you actually wanna know , but then again , you probably won't believe me bc your belief on victims stories is limited 🤷 I actively am in a toxic situation , infact , and just escaped an extremely toxic relationship with my ex , but sure , because I'm radqueer , suddenly I'm lying and just wanna pretend to be ruined for the rest of my life because it's cool .

" yet your community encourages people to not only pretend to experience what I did (trafficking) but also encourages purposefully endangering yourself and trying to GET PEOPLE ABUSED. " for starters , once again , have never seen anyone pretend to be trafficked in the rq community , but I might just be looking at the wrong side ! and then with trying to get people abused and stuff , the only thing I can think of to what you would be referring to is consensual relationships with cnc where one is transharmful and one is harmed . the thing is , notice how I said consensual ?? those sort of relationships are wanted and done safely , at least from what I've heard from people in those those sort of relationships .

" On the flip side are you someone who actually experienced something as extreme as I did or the same situation or are you "trans severity" " already stated this but i experienced just as much as you did ( well , in relations to trafficking at least , I'm not sure what your trauma is beyond that so maybe I have it worse or less worse than you , who knows )

" you have refused to do any of the work that is necessary to get over your own insecurities and accept that you can come away with the same kind of horrific fucked up mental state as people who go through a variety of things and by speaking over real survivors of specific areas not only are you doing self-harm (emotional) but you are ruining the chances of real survivors getting help and aid. " in therapy and am on meds for starters , so I'm not denying any work there . as for speaking over real survivors , nobody is doing that . at least not transramcoa people ( from what I've seen ) , most of them are aware of at least the basics of what it is we've gone through and they support us , maybe you've had a bad run but all my transramcoa friends love me and are always willing to listen to my stories about the things I went through . nobody is talking over you , nobody is saying you didn't go through the things you went through . as for ruining chances of real survivors getting help , ... how ??? genuinely how ?? if you're talking about transid people using things like mobility aids and stuff , then I don't necessarily understand how it's harmful . because one , a lot of transabled people don't really use mobility aids due to lack of money , unstable environments and stuff like that , but even those who do help normalize people using things like canes and stuff out in public , and if more people use mobility aids then a lot more companies will make them and stuff ( obviously , it'll kinda suck because inflation is wack )

" Are you actually disabled or are you "transabled" ? " once again , as already stated , I am actually disabled . I am diagnosed with MDD , GAD & ADHD and have been since I was a pre-teen , then I fit into all diagnostic criteria for bpd and autism and have suspected DID .

" The majority of radqueers however are not actually disabled or at least have a series of disabilities they pretend to have to make fun of people with those disabilities or because they think it's funny/cool. " no ?? again , I really & truly do not understand where you're finding these radqueers because all radqueers I've met have some sort of disability , either mentally or physically . and even then , I've never met a transabled person who does it to mock disabled people OR because they think the disabilities are cool . most transabled people I've met are transabled due to atypical dysphoria , presenting differently in headspace , source / kin memories , and most times they're transseverity ( aka , already disabled !! )

" and sure if I was you I'd be miserable because I was a bigot and bigots are miserable. But you could just no longer be like that if you stopped being a bad person maybe. " no , you'd be miserable because of all the things I deal with daily . you'd be miserable because I'm gonna have to repeat ninth grade most likely . you'd be miserable because nobody ever understands what I've gone through . you'd be miserable because I've been the " weird kid who doesn't understand social cues and is too loud " my entire life . you'd be miserable because I live with a mother who's like a ticking time bomb sometimes . I am not a bad person either , infact , I get told often I am a good person who's funny , kind , compassionate and very empathetic by my friends and family ( and yes , this includes the ones who know about my radqueer identity . yes , this includes even my ANTI friends who know I'm radqueer . ) , I am a much better person than I was when I was younger , my improvement in my behavior is something I'm extremely proud of actually !!

tl ; dr ;; your support and belief for minorities shouldn't be limited the moment you disagree with them . just because someone is different than you doesn't mean they're lying .

Okay, this may be the last one from you that I'm addressing not because I wish to drop the topic but because I now know I'm talking to a minor on an account I sometimes post sexually explicit posts on and I don't want to anytime soon unnecessarily expose you or other children to that as well as my own personal feelings about how I approach topics with those substantially younger than myself. I want to start off by and be clear that this is not to say children are lesser or dumb but rather that I know from my own experiences that it's a lot harder to be at a better place mentally the younger you are and the closer to trauma you are. The way I reacted and the way I have spoken to you is incredibly unnecessary and I apologize for any distress I may have caused. I do not wish to cause harm to children whatsoever. I also know that when it comes to groups I personally see as a genuine danger to my safety I will be incredibly aggressive and harsh. This harshness is meant primarily for adult radqueers who have the ability to know better, fully understand right from wrong, and specifically the ones who do everything in their power to berate genuine minorities. I am so genuinely sorry that you've been sucked into that hell and you are not to blame nor deserving of any of this. I've been there, I'm pretty sure I got trafficked in highschool still as well. I know how horrific it is. And I'm also very sorry that I did not think about properly wording my previous post as talking in generalizations without clarification obviously would end with me fakeclaiming you which was wrong of me on many levels. The anger I hold to the people being genuinely bigotted and cruel should not be placed on people who genuinely seem to not hold those fascistic and horrific ideas.

I don't believe it's bigoted for me to often doubt the validity of someone's claims if they're a part of a social movement built on the basis of lies, manipulation, and other falseities. Transids/TransX is based on lying to other people and taking up space in communities of minorities while knowing you are not that minority. For example a fully white person claiming to be "trans native" going to events for natives or even lying for scholarships and similar yet not even knowing the name of whatever tribe they're claiming to be a part of, anything about the history, or even trying to genuinely care about the people within that demographic. That person is a colonizer, I would hope you agree that colonization is bad. Which leads me to be confused as to why you would support a colonialist ideology such as transids/TransX. It doesn't matter if SOME people are not doing redface/blackface/similar, the overall concept is built specifically to defend those things. The most prominent example of transX identities is Oli London who was an obsessive stalker of a BTS member. He later claimed to "detransition" and is now an alt-righter spokes person online advocating for the brutality and legal oppression against trans people because of comparing real transgender people to his creepy racist bullshit he purposefully did to himself. This is what TransID is, and has always been. It is white people making a mockery of POC, and ableds mocking disableds by doing stereotypical impressions of mentally and physically disabled people to claim they're basically the same. Saying you are "transOCD" is faking OCD and is inherently making fun of people with OCD as well because it is making a mockery of what the actual disorder is. And faking a disorder for attention is something you should not be encouraging as it's a sign of differing mental illnesses that when constantly played off as just a special little identity forces you to never look into getting care or aid. (And no TransID is nothing like being transgender. Gender is an immutable self concept, that self concept fits into societal ideas and is called gender. The self concept is not by any means attached to one's body it is core to the self. All things that fall under transIDs are actually just about your body and things that are not always inherent to the self. If one had a differing body or brain they would not have X experience. I'd also go as far as to say that I believe personality disorders are parts of the self- but if you don't have one that means your self is not supposed to have it and you are going against the nature of the self by pretending to have it and is still obviously vastly different from gender.)

The reason I doubt the claims of people who are radqueers on their own traits and identity is not out of hate for them- I do not doubt radqs because I dislike them- I doubt them because the community is centered on lying. It is an ideology that is rotted at the very core. There is no radqueer without lying about your identity. You cannot be a radqueer and be anti-racist because being anti-racist requires going against trace people. Because trace people only exist due to racism. POC people who feel they have to be white are struggling with internalized racism- telling them they're right and would be better as a fully white person is you being racist. White people larping as POC is obviously racist because they are physically not POC and will NEVER experience what POC do.

I am sorry that you don't see what this community you are in is built upon. I am sorry people are lying to you and pretending to care about your trauma. I really and truly do hope you can get away from these ghoulish people who are using you as a token minority and a shield. You do not deserve to have people telling you they want your trauma or calling you lucky for experiencing such horrific things.

Radqueers do encourage abuse. I was once sent a massive thing screaming at me by another radqueer for daring to get free of trafficking and told I only existed to be raped and that's all I deserved and I was a bigot for taking away from biastiophiles because the radq community is filled with abusers who are pro-contact for horrific things. I am referring to the people in the community who go and do shit like that. The people who have been outed for sexually abusing children, animals, and corpses. The people who have tried to push people with disordered masochism such as myself into getting severely injured to the point of hospitalizations. I am talking about the people who encourage and advocate for the legalization of child abuse. I am so fucking glad you haven't run into those people, I am very fucking genuine when I say that I am terrified for people your age who are in that community. I am terrified that radqueers will get more people abused and killed. I don't want more people to die or be abused that is why I'm anti radqueer.

People ruining chances for survivors getting help is a mixed bag as well. As a person in treatment for my trauma it's so fucking hard to get anyone who believes you, I lucked out on a therapist who'd worked with trafficking survivors before but due to the large proliferation of misinformation people genuinely do not know what happens in trafficking. I have been brutalized and attacked for being a survivor on the basis it sounded too far fetched. I have seen people get pushed away by law enforcement because too many liars have made false reports or similar. The massive situation with the satanic panic for example got therapists and survivors alike killed. This is just a continuation of that brutality. Anyone who is transRAMCOA is someone lying about being a survivor and causing severe harm and damage to real survivors. I'm sorry the people around you don't see you as someone who matters and sees your trauma as a joke. You don't deserve that. Nobody around you should be telling you how jealous they are to be brutalized like you are/were. They're not good friends and they're using you.

Disabilities are also not fun. Nobody who is "transabled" by radqueer terms actually cares about the people with the real disability because if they did they wouldn't be faking it. They wouldn't be making fun of the symptoms.

You seem to be struggling a lot with self hatred. And I can only help you pull through. Seeing such young people get sucked into abusive and cruel extremist groups is incredibly sad and I know nothing I say will ever save anyone but fuck me if I didn't want to at least try.

#anti radqueer #radqueers fuck off #radqueer dni #radqueer tw #ableism tw #racism tw #cult tw #trafficking tw #abuse tw #SA tw

[thyandrawrites]

amazing how ppl that experience family issues or those that understand abt it have a complete different reading of the todofam. like it shouldnt be hard to imagine how hard it is to just live with an agressive father like endeavor while knowing your mother is abused and tired, while also begging for attention in the only way you know and being avoided. hori can write whatever he wants but imo all four todokids should be villains against their father lmao

Well, it's hard to empathize with things that are so far out of your personal experience. Personally, as someone with a difficult family situation who is good friends with people who have a much healthier family dynamic, what I observed often is a kind of... Struggle for them to conceptualize why things that are easy and accomplishable enough for them might not be as easy to someone else. To name an example, not so long ago a friend of mine suggested I just "stood my ground and not take no for an answer" until I got what I needed... That didn't understand why even speaking out of turn would be impossible for me, let alone challenging my parents. 🤷

The lack of understanding doesn't always come from a malicious place. Sometimes people just... Struggle to conceptualize how deeply abuse impacts people, and how life-long and ugly the effects on the victims are. This is why for example so many fans trivialize Touya's fraying mental health and need for his father's acknowledgement as a "temper tantrum". A lot of people (myself included until a while ago, in fact) lack the knowledge to identify all the various facets abuse can manifest as, and typically only recognize abuse when it's physical. Since E stopped Touya's training when he was 4/5, and thus technically wasn't beating him anymore, a lot of readers took it to mean the abuse stopped there. Incidentally, that's also why they genuinely believe in E's change in recent arcs: the punches stopped, hence the abuse must've as well.

In that light, you'll probably be able to guess why people who can relate to the todofam on a personal level, or who are educated on the subject of domestic violence, so often have a different reading of their circumstance, and even more often higher standards from the writing. More times than not, they're the ones wishing for a resolution that at least acknowledges the harm done.

Meanwhile... Fans with less knowledge on the subject will struggle to understand it on the same level, if that makes sense. They'll be far more comfortable treating it like fiction and thus... More easily shrugged off, you know?

From what I've seen from bnha fans I know irl, those who genuinely don't understand why Endvr shouldn't be sympathized with are typically in that category. They're not bad people, and they don't see abuse as something forgivable, but between lacking the knowledge to recognize Horikoshi's sometimes subtler depictions of abuse as abuse, and the recent retconning of the family drama to soften E's actions...they often trivialize it as E being a "shitty dad" and that's it.

The thing is, while an abuser is most certainly always a shitty dad, a shitty dad doesn't always translate into an abuser by default. I think that's the main reason for the different readings, really

#I probably could've said this with less words but alas #Today I don't have the gift of eloquence #Ali replies

[himbohargreeves]

whose arc did you like best this season? and who do you think was done dirty?

honestly, as unlikeable as she was this season I really liked the direction they went with Allison. I get her anger and grief at losing those she loves most only for her siblings to be 🤷. speaking of, five’s plots kind of pissed me off this season. you mean to tell me the man who spent basically his entire life trying to get his siblings reunited with him and living is suddenly just okay with them all dying? I get burnout but I would’ve liked to at least see a breakdown prior to his 0 fucks mentality we saw this season.

I really liked Allison's arc honestly, my only real problem with it was how little her siblings really reacted to it? Like they all kinda acknowledged that something was up but didn't seem particularly concerned about her whereas Viktor comes downstairs with a singular cut on his cheek and they're all like WOAH BACK THE FUCK UP WHO HURT YOU WHO DO I GOTTA KILL. Idk if it was intentional and intended to show that they still haven't really figured out how to support each other or if they were just kinda slacking on her interactions with her bros but idk. I wish there could have been more moments where they actually listened to her because the only one she really got to talk to was Diego when he took her out to punch some racists and even then I feel like she only really scratched the surface of everything that's been going on for her. But I do also enjoy women being evil so hakjdshak.

I agree about Five like I'm not even really sure what his arc was this season? He was kinda all over the place like he hates the commission but also he founded the commission? He got a tattoo that was never really explained or mentioned again? His ability to shift time from the finale last season was just never mentioned or used? Idk but at least he got to wear a funky hat and sing karaoke I guess hkjahdksa. Klaus was also done dirty after spending like three episodes discovering his worth only to be left behind AGAIN and kinda give up for a bit but I think that was an intentional set up for him snapping next season so I'll let it slide but they're on thin ice.

#I also liked Diego's arc for obvious reasons (he's my special little guy) #tua3 #tua3 spoilers #ethicallysourcedbraincells #nice url btw

[bananacreamphi]

Gonna ramble about an angsty Zisu-centric fanfic idea I’ll never write because I don’t have the energy to make it happen:

So basically it takes place shortly after the end of the main story, right after the protagonist comes back to the village. Zisu’s trying her best to act like nothing ever happened, but it secretly guilty about how she got swept up in the same suspicious bullshit as the rest of the village and essentially left a child to die. At some point she gets into an argument with the protag, Ingo, professor Laventon, their assistant or someone else, who correctly points out that as the leader of the security corps she could have done a lot more than just secretly assist the main character, and how she a) enabled Kamado by backing him up at the temple, and b) seemingly had no problem with potentially killing members of the Diamond and Pearl clans via a war under Kamado’s orders if they openly helped the protag.

Zisu, of course, responds by having the mother of all breakdowns. She goes on a self destructive spiral that lasts at least three days in which she doesn’t sleep or eat properly, gets extremely defensive, drinks a lot, neglects her duties, and fails to receive medical attention for wounds she maintains during her aggressive sparring/practice sessions, both with dummies and her pokemon. One of the vivid ideas I had was her punching some sort of wooden object, getting splinters in her hand, not going to pesselle right away because she’s FINE everything is FINE (she’s not fine), which results in it getting infected and her losing the hand/arm.

All along the way we get flashbacks to the period before she showed up in Hisui during the bloody times in Hoenn, with her growing up around/with violence at every turn, which resulted in her becoming aggressive in protecting people and fostered an intense loyalty to Kamado. So when she is forced to confront the fact that by following Kamado’s orders she arguably put far more people in danger than she protected she has to confront that whole mental break. Eventually it all ends with Kamado, Beni, Pesselle and/or Cyllene intervening and removing her as head of the security corps, much to her humiliation. Idk where it would go from there but there would probably be a whole arc of healing and trying to get back on her feet idk I’m tired I can’t talk that well 🤷

Oh before I forget: if Ingo’s not the one she had the initial argument with (if he was, he’d obviously want nothing to do with her for quite a while afterwards), he would probably try to intervene and talk her down, sensing something was wrong, only for her to intimidate or even outright threaten him. And probably make him cry. Good job Zisu 10/10 friendship skills you fucked up big time

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #zisu #angst #I love making my blorbos suffer #unhappy zisu au #hey look I finally gave it a name

[dramarising-replacement]

responses to: /post/694126265196773376/

Like what if a pair you nested had 5 babies? Doesn’t that ruin your plans more than receiving your pair back

...No, they get the extras. Is this deal really that confusing for people? To reiterate: this project is for one specific color combination. Literally any dragon that isn't that, isn't mine to keep. The breeder keeps them for their own profit so no, it wouldn't ruin my plans if they had a 5 egg nest.

I still feel like this shouldn’t ruin your plans. You knew your den/lair space was limited yet didn’t think to keep some extra spaces somewhere incase something like this happened? What if a nest had more eggs than you could take?

I did, that's the thing. I had everything planned so this pair wouldn't be an issue for at least two months. The allotted space I had was for another pair that the other breeder's been really understanding about. (Big thank you to them! I can't name you, but you're awesome!) As for why I didn't simply expand...

I guess I just don’t understand why you can’t expand your lair/den and/or den 2 dragons. 

I ran out of gem slots ages ago and my remaining "free" slots all require expensive items like genes or eggs. I've been spending my currency on gene projects that need to get done for this Halloween instead as that's more time sensitive. (Not that space is a problem anymore, thank you Undel!)

Not sure if losing this specific pair would've been worse though. It's a semi-rare color combo, yes, but I'm confident I could find more to breed down the line. It's the miscommunication (explained below) and messing up my plans that angered me more than the threat of losing them.

My only confusion is would you rather have had them go inactive with your dragons?

No, of course not, but he didn't tell me it was urgent nor did I know he'd have to stop playing. I found all that out after he denned my dragons. If he had just said that from the start, "Hey man, an emergency came up and I gotta stop playing for an indefinite amount of time," I'd be like "okay, I have no room but I'll work on it" and make room as quickly as possible, but, initially, he just said I needed to take my dragons back. When I said I didn't have room, he told me to take my time before getting angry & denning less than 24hrs later. I get now that he was just being polite, but that doesn't seem like the thing you should say in a crisis.

This just sounds like a cautionary tale to not embark on more than one breeding project at the same time if space is an issue.

Yes, well, with breeding projects taking weeks to months, sometimes even years (my record is nearly two years,) I don't have that luxury. Plus the issue was the other person bailing suddenly then being coy as to why it had to happen. It's never happened to me before so I've never had to waste spaces on emergency scenarios like this. Either way, it's happened and thanks to some lucky circumstances, I'm no longer in crisis myself. I still regret the way I handled things but 🤷 c'est le vie

As someone who host nests a lot, I probably wouldn’t accept this job as you described unless this pair was really likely to give out what you’re after. 2 stacks of food only lasts so long and depending on how likely it is to get what you’re after, someone could be breeding long after the dragons have eaten through those stores and now into what I’m personally having to pay for. Regardless of how many dragons I got from this, I don’t have the time to grind and level them. I can’t see this even braking even on my side in the end.

And that's totally okay. ❤️ I get that not everyone has time for exalting, but even if you were to sell them as fodder at 7g, that's anywhere from 7-35g per nest. I don't think I've ever seen anyone charge that much for a nest rental so there's profit to be had if you ever consider it.

As for the food situation: I know they don't last forever so I offered to buy more food stacks later down the line, they just needed to tell me when they need it. I try to be conservative with what I offer because I don't want to waste 5+ stacks on a miracle first timer or something like that.

#Rant #Flight Rising #Long post #Updates

[calxlac]

6: The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when:

11: We were about to have sex but then...

16: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you: 

21: How big is too big?

43: Have/would you ever masturbate at work/school?

46: What is something nonsexual that makes you horny?

63: How small is too small?

77: What was your reaction the first time you saw a penis/vagina?

Sorry for being greedy

Don't apologise, thank you for giving me something to do! Also thank you for including the actual questions, saves me a lot of time and effort 😌

6. Hooked up with a guy who hadn't cleaned his teeth for at LEAST a day, which was pretty unpleasant, especially when he wanted to stand in the middle of my room and make out for like another 10 minutes after we were done. Eventually had to make up some excuse to get him to leave 🙃

11. We were about to have sex but then my taxi arrived 😔 still managed to get off quickly anyway 🤷

16. This isn't necessarily weird cause I know it's a fairly common kink, but I hooked up with a guy who was big into feet stuff once, which I respect but doesn't really do it for me! I let him do what he needed, but yeah. There are things you could class as "weird" that I have more willingly done though 😌

21. Edited to change my answer on reflection - there's not really such thing as too big or too small, but you'll always find that some dicks just aren't compatible with your needs for whatever reason

43. I have, at both 😌

46. Tricky to answer cause if something turns you on then that kind of inherently makes it sexual for you, but non-sexual contact in public with someone you know wants you can secretly be fun 🤔

63. See 21

77. Depends if you mean first time at all, which was probably when I was a tiny child so had very little reaction, or first time in a sexual context in which case... I already knew what they looked like so I wasn't exactly shocked or anything?? I probably just kinda got on with touching it and stuff

#asks

[frugalhoe]

10/14/22 - Surgery day!

I did a lot of reading leading up to my surgery this morning 🌄

I finally got a tubal laparoscopy ("tubes tied").

I stopped eating the evening before, and had a cup of iced tea a few hours before my check in time the morning of my surgery.

I packed some stuff in my purse - contact lenses, paper work, etc.

Anyways, my friend picked me up and stayed with me until I was checked in to my room.

My eyes popped out of my head when I was shown an $4k itemized bill (should be $0 but insurance companies are shady so 😮‍💨). Worst case scenario, I do have enough covered in my HSA but I will hang on to my money as much as possible.

The nurse took my vitals, did a pregnancy test and then prepped my hand for the IV. She also warmed up my legs with this inflatable plastic blanket to keep blood circulation going.

Then someone else ran an EKG check on me. Shortly afterwards, I met my anesthesiologist team who were confused why I was given the EKG test done ($$$$) since my health/vitals etc are excellent minus being overweight. I signed another consent form.

My Dr popped in briefly to answer any last minute questions. I took out my contacts and then I was injected with a mild sedative. I was wheeled into the operating room.

I took a few deep breaths from the mask placed over my face and was out.

Woke up to a nurse waking me up in a different room. The staff put my contacts back in before I woke up but my eyesight was super blurry. Eventually the nurse took out my breathing tube and sat me up a bit in the hospital bed.

After a little while my vision adjusted. I gradually drank a lot of water and had a couple containers of apple sauce. I tried to eat saltine crackers but they dried out my mouth even worse. At least I knew I could stomach solid food though. My nurse also gave me a dose of stronger pain meds since I still had to go fill a prescription after leaving the hospital.

During my surgery, my doctor drained a cyst on my one of my ovaries and sent my removed fallopian tubes and cyst material to pathology.

She also removed my nexplanon (implant hormonal birth control). I think it was bandaged too tight during my surgery or something. I had numbness from my left hand down to my elbow. It most likely had been wrapped like that for at least a couple hours. The nurse quickly removed the bandage completely and when the numbness didn't change, she called my doctor but she didn't come over.

I changed back into my clothes and looked at my stitches. I had some bleeding. One incision is inside my belly button and 2 are on my lower stomach. Overall, I felt pretty good but I was on pain meds so 🤷

My friend arrived to pick me up and he went over the post op instructions with her. My friend drove the car around and my nurse wheeled me out to the curb. Walking was fine. Felt mostly normal besides the cotton mouth.

Got my prescription and stopped off at subway on the way home. I ate a lot and then had more food once home. No issues. I fed the pets and my friend walked my puppy for me since she pulls hard and likes to jump on me.

I started my cycle of Tylenol and ibuprofen and set alarms on my phone.

My friend left and I read a magazine on the couch for awhile. The numbness in my hand went away while at the pharmacy but I still feel numb from the middle of my inner forearm to my elbow. Maybe short term nerve damage?

Shuffled downstairs to pick up a package before crawling into bed 😴

I know from my wisdom teeth surgery that the pain gets worse as the days pass so we'll see how the rest of my recovery progresses!

Hopefully my details help others considering sterilization 😀

10/14/22

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