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itjazzbicch · 1 year

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My Sweet Angel

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Fem Reader

Summary: Based off my previous fic Heaven:

Keeping their relationship a secret considering the reader is the younger sister of Jimmy, Jey, and Solo, things get tough for Sami and the reader's relationship, having to make a big choice when things implode...

Warnings: Swearing (Sorry if there's any typos I literally just whipped this up quick asf because I saw the opportunity lmao)

Word Count: 1.9k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @melissahausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linzi-land @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @rubyred1980 @alexisquinnlee-bc

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

Ever since that night in my hotel room, Sami and I kept it behind my family's back, but we were as close as close could get. Not leaving each other's sides, always laughing and putting smiles on each other's faces, he even started calling me his little angel, which always made my heart flutter.

My heart was filled with such strong emotions and overflowed just by looking at him. With all that emotion came a great price though.

Anxiety nor paranoia could even describe how I felt when Roman was around. Thankfully, I didn't have to worry as much considering my older brother Jey finally loosened up and became friends with Sami. But Roman was always questioning him, testing him, and when Tribal Court came?

Jey was my savior that day, protecting Sami from Solo's attack and Roman's accusations. I knew there was nothing I could do. Like any of them would listen, but I was so grateful Jey knew that things weren't right.

Deep down inside, I knew this wasn't over. After having my own title match, I was informed only Sami and Paul would be going out with Roman during the main event. My heart instantly dropped. I tried to shower and watch the women's rumble match, considering the winner could very well be my next opponent.

But I couldn't stop worrying. Jumping at the knock on my door:

"Hey, my angel. You in there?"

"Coming!" I rushed to the door, Sami trying to smile for me, but I could tell that he was worried sick just like me. We both knew tonight was going to be rough.

"I just wanted to give you a hug before I go out there with Roman," He whispered softly, knowing that he really needed some kind of comfort, that I gladly gave him with a tight hug:

"You listen to me. Don't do a thing out there. Don't talk to either of them, just let them wrestle. Okay? This is Roman's fight. Not yours."

"I will, angel," I could even hear his hurt through his voice, wanting to take it away, squeezing him tight before I picked up my head to kiss:

"And just be careful. Please."

He only nodded, pressing his lips a little harder and it nearly put me in tears. He kissed me as if it were the last chance he'd get to. Watching him walk away, I let those few tears fall, but having to clean myself up as I heard my phone, seeing Jimmy's contact pop up.

Jimmy, Solo, and Jey had me come to their locker room to watch the match and it had me on the edge of my seat. Kevin Owens was no push over and how he kept kicking out was mind blowing. All till Roman speared him through the barricade.

That was the beginning of the end. Roman beating the back of his head against the steel steps, getting him in the ring and I couldn't even watch Roman get the pin as Solo was at the door walking out, "Let's go."

I never felt my heart race so quickly, making our way out to the ring with Roman in the center, titles held high, Sami just staring at us like a plea for help.

Just the look Roman gave to Jimmy, Jey, and Solo had me swallowing a breath. Jumping into the ring just to start beating the shit out of Kevin. He wasn't exactly a friend of mine or anything, but superkick after superkick, just a straight up beat down, it was hard for even me to watch.

If things couldn't get any worse, Roman's laughs caught my attention, handcuffs jingling in each of his hands. I never felt so scared and useless, just standing in the corner, watching Kevin get handcuffed to the ropes, completely defenseless and taking even more superkicks from Jimmy and Jey.

I couldn't watch anymore, but looking and seeing Roman putting the chair in Sami's hands, screaming at him:

"DO IT! HIT HIM!"

We all knew that deep down inside, Sami cared for Kevin, and I wanted to grab them both and just book it out of there, but Sami tried to deescalate the situations, telling Roman this wasn't worth his time, just for Roman to yell even louder:

"I WON'T SAY IT AGAIN!"

There was no way out of this, Roman standing before Kevin Owens as Sami stood behind him with the chair and for a moment, Sami stared at me in the corner, as if he was telling me that he was sorry, filling the entire arena with gasps when the chair smacked Roman's back.

I started shaking so hard, seeing the looks on Jimmy and Solo's faces, just to watch Sami eat one of the nastiest superkicks Jimmy's ever delivered. Covering my mouth, I could only watch in the corner, Jimmy and Solo taking turns beating up Sami.

Roman made it to his feet and I thought I had some hope when he pointed at Sami, commanding Jey to join in on the beating, but Jey didn't move.

"Jey, please-" I whispered, but the crowd's roar blocked out my words, everyone in even more shock as Jey shook his head and left the ring, clearly fighting some hard feelings.

All that did was piss Roman off even more, taking the chair again, and that's when I couldn't just stand there anymore. I refused to stand here and watch Roman do this.

The crowd was almost deafening when I ran over to Sami, hugging his body and bracing myself for an impact, Roman going to swing, but leaving the chair in the air. Staring at me confused.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing?!"

"Just stop this! Please!" I pleaded, shaking my head and trying to fight the tears, but I failed miserably, crying horribly, "Roman, please!"

"And why should I?!" Things just went from horrible to worse, Roman trying to yank me away from Sami's limp body, but I was hugging him so tight that I wouldn't budge, "He claims he's, our family?!" He just hit me with this damn chair! He ain't our family!"

"Yeah! BUT HE'S MY BABY!" I screamed so loud that it strained my voice, silence falling with all eyes on me. Now I was the one who was pissed, eyes staring a hole through Roman, "I love him, and I won't let you do this to him!"

Jimmy and Solo only exchanged looks, not sure what to do, and Roman was having none of it, laughing at me:

"You? You were the 'angel' I heard him talk about before?"

"I am," I huffed, sending the crowd crazy as I stood up tall, measuring up Roman, glaring, "And if you try to hurt him again. You're going to deal with me."

"Jimmy! Solo!"

"Angel, please," I turned my head for only a second when I felt Sami's hand around my ankle, desperately trying to pick himself up, but I kept protecting him, not sure if Jimmy and Solo were going to listen to Roman:

"Jimmy! Solo! Get your sister, NOW!"

"Sis-" Jimmy at least didn't want to do this, taking my hand softly, but when I tried to snatch it away, Solo was at my other, both pulling me into a hug that I couldn't break.

"I WILL NEVER FORGIVE ANY ONE OF YOU! STOP!"

Damn them for having such a tight grip, no matter how hard I trashed and kicked, I couldn't escape Jimmy and Solo, crying and screaming while Roman smacked Sami with the chair. Over and over till his body was motionless. Looking dead against the mat.

I literally couldn't breathe, and Jimmy let his guard down because of that, trying to calm me down:

"Y/N, it's-"

"Fuck you!" I cried angrily, elbowing him hard so that I was free and running back to Sami's body, a death stare locking into Roman's eyes while he stood over us, having the damn nerve to smile.

The crowd was chanting exactly what I was thinking, "Fuck you, Roman!" Never heard such loud boos and screaming in an arena before. I had never been so hurt and Roman deserved to get hit with that chair after everything he'd done.

"And don't worry, I'm not finished with you, either," Roman's authority meant nothing to me now, his words meaningless and I made sure he knew as I growled back:

"Go to hell."

I refused to let Sami go till they were out of the ring and out of my sight, a bit relieved when he finally started to move, medical personnel tending to him and Kevin. Just to prove my loyalty to them as well, I already had Sami's arm wrapped around me once he was out of the ring, but I look Kevin's too, strong enough to be a base for both of them.

"You know," Kevin huffed, even while beat up, smiling at him, "You got yourself one hell of a girl, Sami."

Sami didn't say a word, but I could see the small smile through his hair, parting ways once we were in the back and I made sure that the medical personnel checked him thoroughly, needing to make sure that he wasn't hurt.

He did need his midsection wrapped up and with the time given, I moved like the wind to get all our stuff out of my locker room and made sure Roman nor my brothers were there, Jey nowhere to be found either.

I was out of breath and panting when I got back to Sami in the ME office, looking and listening to his soft voice:

"Come here, angel."

Great, here came the tears again as I came and hugged him softly, the scene of Roman beating him with that chair burned into my mind, all I could do was cry.

Sami hugged me back as tightly as he could, head against mine as he whispered, "I'm gonna be alright, okay? I'm sorry that I started all these problems with your family-"

"No, Sami," Picking my head up and wiping away my tears so he could see the seriousness in my eyes, "Roman damn well knows that what he did was unfair to you. Roman and my brothers have used you, worked you like a dog, and I understand how you feel about Kevin. Roman deserved to get hit with that chair, but you did not deserve what he just did to you."

I had to step away again and breathe, wiping away more tears. All I could think about was beating Roman's ass myself, but Sami pulled me back into another hug, fighting his own tears:

"Kevin's right. I sure have one hell of a girl."

"I'd fight my brothers, I'd fight Roman," I sniffled, holding his forehead to mine and crying, "I'd fight the whole damn world for you, Sami. I wish I could've done more. It makes me feel like shit."

"I got myself into this mess with Roman, okay?" Picking his head up and being strong for me, he made sure to look into my eyes while assuring, "And we will get out of it. I promise. Don't beat yourself up over this."

Nodding softly, I just hugged him again, needing the comfort, and as always, he knew how to make me smile some, praising me:

"Also, I've never seen someone so badass stand up to Roman like that."

"I should've kicked him in the dick now that I think about it," I tried making myself laugh and it helped somewhat, not as much as what I heard next:

"You did all you could with the odds stacked against you, and I love you even more for that, my sweet angel."

"I love you too, Sami," Voice breaking down on me while my hands cradled his face, kissing softly, "I love you so much."

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sparky-draws · 6 months

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Moon 24 allegiances!

just some quick little refs for everyone since there's a bit of confusion on who's who. will prob do these every 50 moons after this

I also want to explain their names since a lot of thought and effort went into picking them!

Some are obvious, like Price, Ghost, Soap, Alex, Theresa, and Spitfire. For the others, however:

Nettlecloud: now normally I like to have their names start with the same letter, but in Vera's case the rng'd cat I was using as a base for her code was named Nettlecloud and I thought it was pretty

Jewelheart: Jewel is his callsign, hearts are a big part of his design and also a ref to his medic status and personality (& his compassion and care for others is a big part of his drive and storyline)

Lakewatcher: watcher for her callsign. Lake since it starts with an L and gives the name a similar cadence to Laswell. Also bc her eyes are blue

Amberstrike: starts with an A. Amber for his orange fur, strike just bc it sounded cool & for his feisty personality lol

Rubyfeather: Ruby = Rudy. Feather just bc I couldn't choose on a suffix and chose something random from a list I'd put together based off personality & coat color

Briargaze: Gaze = Gaz. Briar, again, something random I liked the sound of from a list of attributes. Means Brown Eyes when you put em together so 👍

Falcon: starts with an F. Wanted a one-word name for her bc it felt more fitting. Something fierce and intimidating, such as a bird of prey :3

#queue called it sergeant #call of duty mw2 #clangen #cod oc #oc: jewel #oc: spitfire #oc: tess #oc: vera #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #kate laswell #alejandro cod #rodolfo parra #rudy cod #farah karim #alex keller #kyle gaz garrick

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agentwhiskeypussyindulgence · 3 years

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Whiskey Kisses (Agent Whiskey x plus sized Reader)

Authors Note: Hello!!!! If this looks familiar it’s because it is! This was written in the middle of my covid sickness back in January and I have not touched it since lmao. I figure it might be better to edit it a bit, and post it all as one rather than two separate entities since the second part was only separate bc I hadn’t written it yet at the time I posted the first one. I’m hoping that I’ve gone through and removed any glaring descriptors that will exclude folks but the one thing that remains is that this is a plus sized reader (gotta leave a little bit of me in there lmao!) This was/still is my first attempt at smut so I'm hoping I've read enough to get somewhat of a grasp on it ✌ Plot is the same, wildly incredibly self indulgent, Whiskey is as charming as ever and hopefully the new post will get some fresh eyes on it! Hope everyone enjoys~~

Word count: ~7000

Warnings: NSFW 18+ fem plus sized reader (a bit of body insecurity that is Very Brief), Daddy Kink, Loss of Virginity (including insecurity about being a virgin), Praise Kink, no y/n used, excessive use of pet names bc Whiskey is a menace,If I’ve missed anything please don’t hesitate to let me know!

The place smelt like smoke. That was first scent that hit you as you moved through the crowdto the bar, claiming a seat on the side nearest to the exit. This was your first time out and about in your new city and you weren’t exactly sure what you were here for. At the least you would get a good night of entertainment from people watching from your position at the bar. Maybe you would make a friend. That’s how it worked for people your age right?

It had been so long since you had to put yourself out into social situations that weren’t engineered to create bonds--this wasn’t school and it wasn’t work, the two places where you felt confident about your social skills. You feared you might be a little behind on friend making procedures. This was only your second week in town. You’ve moved from home because you knew you couldn’t stand one more day in your hometown. Moving back after college had been a great way to save up money, but you were tired of living with your parents and tired of the same small town views. It hurt leaving your folks and it hurt to leave your friends even more. But you knew that sooner rather than later they would be moving out into the world. That’s what was expected and you were terrified but immensely excited to be the first one in your group to make the leap.

Now you’ve found yourself here alone in a bar nursing some sugary drink that had been listed in chalk on the special board outside the bar. You didn’t mind being alone. In the past you’d learned to enjoy your own company —going thrifting on your own or heading to see a movie when everyone else was busy. That being said, you found being alone in a bar a much more harrowing experience. You didn’t usually spend much time alone in places where the drunken masses gathered. Parties, clubs, and bars weren’t usually your scene and let alone without your group of friends there as backup.

You were out to be social yet still hoped that your phone would serve as a good enough reason for no one to come up and ask for a dance. Sure, there were some attractive people in the bar tonight, but you were only on your first drink and didn’t have enough in your system to get yourself out on the dancefloor with someone you didn’t know. Not yet at least.

Your attention was pulled from your phone by a movement in your periphery, a silhouette passing behind you. It was a…cowboy?

That wasn’t who you were expecting to see. This wasn’t a country bar by any means and he stood out amongst the other patrons in their casual clothes. He kept a respectful distance leaving a seat between the one he chose and yours as if to not block you in. You stared, taking in his outfit, he seemed like the real deal. Cowboy boots with spurs, well-fitting denim jeans, and a Stetson seated on top of dark hair. Only thing out of place was his shirt. You weren’t a hundred percent sure what kind of shirts cowboys wore, but you weren’t betting on a nicely pressed dress shirt.

He looked young upon first glance, then you noticed the smile lines around the corner of his eyes and mouth. That and the way he carried himself, his essence, revealed that he probably had some years on you though that didn’t lessen the attraction any. He turned suddenly and you couldn’t look away; embarrassed as you were to be caught staring. Not when those gorgeous brown eyes met with yours. He raised a hand to the brim of his hat and honest to god tipped it in your direction with a smile and a quiet “Evenin” on his lips.

You cleared your throat and cradled your glass in your hands, fingers working to twist and turn it. “Evening…didn’t expect to see a cowboy in here tonight.” You take a small sip. “Doesn’t really seem like your scene” you finish, looking around at the crowd, all dressed differently but certainly no cowboys among them.

The stranger lets out a laugh and a smile lights up his face as the bartender works his way to your side of the bar. “Maybe not darlin but this cowboy is home anywhere he can find a beautiful lady and a whiskey, neat.” He says this last part to the bartender who you find standing in front of the two of you. He gives a nod at the cowboy and glances over at you and you notice your drink is almost empty. “Put this sweet thing’s next drink on my tab” he says with a wink in your direction and you can’t help but feel heat flood your face. This is the first time you’ve ever been bought a drink by a stranger at a bar.

You realize the bartender is waiting patiently on you and you panic. You had wanted to switch drinks after finishing this one off, tired of the sugar, worried over the hangover it might bring. “Oh! Uhm, whiskey neat also. Thank you.”

The stranger sitting close to you raises his eyebrows at your order, his eyes glancing between your own and the remnants of your sugary cocktail. You smile and give him a shrug “Buyers choice I suppose.”

He lets out a chuckle and holds his hand out across the empty seat between you. “Jack Daniels. Nice to meet you.” You give him your hand and your name and you watch as his eyes trail over you.

He smiles, as if he’s seen something he likes once his eyes have finished their exploration. You can’t blame him as you had just done the same thing. But you couldn’t help but be a little puzzled. You hadn’t really dressed with the goal of attracting attention to yourself tonight. You chose your favorite pair of light-wash jeans (you were told they hugged your curves nicely) and a band t-shirt with a light flannel on top. It was comfortable and you looked nice, but you hadn’t dressed to impress.

The drinks arrive and Jack raises his glass in the air and tips it in your direction. You hurriedly grip yours and do the same, smiling at the clink of meeting glasses.

The whiskey stings your lips, chapped from your habit of nervously biting at the soft skin in new situations. You don’t often drink whiskey and you attempt to school your face into something neutral, trying not to cough, as the smoky alcohol burns its way down your throat. A burn that you find yourself enjoying mere moments after it passes. You over at Jack who doesn’t avert his eyes when you catch him staring at you, an amused expression on his face. If he noticed your brief grimace that came with your first sip of the whiskey, he was a true gentleman and kept it to himself.

“Is Jack Daniels really your name?” Taking him in with an incredulous look. Who the hell is named after a whiskey brand? Or who uses it as a fake name and then orders it at the bar? Sighing with a smile, he nods. “It was a name before a brand, sugar. Plus, now all my friends can call me Whiskey. You can too if you’d prefer.” He finishes with a wink.

Setting his glass down he doesn’t give you time to react beyond your surprised stare. “So. What’s a beauty like you doing all alone, stuck here talking to an old man like me?” You let out a laugh and look at him incredulously. Confirmation that he was older but you wouldn’t have thought to call him an old man. He’s really laying on the charm thick though. You can’t say you’re mad at it.

“I’m new to town.” You reply. “Figured after a week of unpacking and organizing I deserved a night out on.” He gives a grin. “I don’t know about the other fellas in this joint, but I for one love an independent woman.” Grinning you take another sip from your glass, the burn still there but less aggressive. “Well we all have to learn to be independent one way or another right?”

Humming in agreement he meets your eyes with a smile and doesn’t look away. Cheeks continuing to burn away, you give a smile back. This much undivided attention on you is new territory. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t reveling in it.

“So what do you do when you’re not out wooing the ladies at the bar? You a real cowboy?” You ask, giving him another once over. As a general piece of knowledge from living in a town with some farming areas you knew that genuine Stetsons and real leather boots didn’t come without a hefty price tag. And he certainly didn’t look cheap.

“I’m an agent for a secret independent intelligence agency.” He says this with no hesitation or humor in his voice. Simply a flat reply. You raise your brow at him and snort into your glass. “And now that you’ve told me you’ll have to kill me right?” Jack takes your joke in stride “I don’t think I would ever deny the world a beauty like yours by killing ya darlin”

He swirls his whiskey in his glass as you blush. “Really though I work on the board for Statesmen Distillery. We’re based in Kentucky.” You smile with a nod, taking another sip from your glass “Well that certainly explains- well just about everything about you. How’d you find yourself here then? Need a vacation?”

This line of questioning leads you and Jack chatting back and forth about nothing and everything. He asks about your family, the move, how you found yourself moving from your hometown all by your lonesome. He tells you about his job, the boring meetings, how he really enjoys spending time on his ranch, watching the sunset. (He pulls out his phone at one point, showing you a picture of a calf that you can’t help but coo at, directing baby noises at the phone in his hand. He seems endeared by this.)

You had always had a hard time talking to people you didn’t know, keeping to your same group of friends because of this reason. With Jack though you didn’t feel any lulls in the conversations, no awkward silences. You couldn’t remember the last time it had been so easy to have a conversation with someone.

As the two of you finish off your second round of whiskeys, a slow country song begins to play from the speakers. Most of the crowd looks confused at the shift in vibes from the DJ booth. The DJ in question points towards the corner where you and Jack have been sitting and winks; odd to pander to the one cowboy in the crowd. You’re not going to complain though, and it seems, neither is Jack. “Tennessee Whiskey. Just like my namesake.”

He hums in appreciation before he stands, holding a hand out to you. “Would you like to dance darlin?” You’ve never been much for slow dancing, but you knew you’d be kicking yourself with regret if you said no. You place your hand in his as he leads you out onto the dancefloor. The music swirls around the two of you and you feel your nerves spike, hoping your hands aren’t sweaty, that you don’t step on his feet and praying to whatever god is out there that you can keep the rhythm. But as he gently tugs you closer into his embrace you feel any apprehension disappearing you’re your mind.

You find yourself looking up at him, dark and beautiful brown eyes meeting yours. You take a risk and lean your head against his shoulder as you sway, taking in a deep inhale of his scent. It’s beautiful, not too strong. You can smell the whiskey on his breath and you wonder what cologne he uses. It’s something oaky and fresh and the combination is enough to intoxicate you even further.

“Sugar…” the pet name comes out as a whisper from above.“I’d be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t ask if I could kiss ya right now.” You pull back looking up into those eyes that you could get lost in. He’s leaned in close to you now, his breath dancing across your lips. You part them to respond and you knew you would be doing yourself a disservice if you didn’t say yes.

Wordlessly you nod and can’t help the sigh that escapes you as he tilts his head and his lips meet yours.

It’s not your first kiss, but you can count all the previous ones on a singular hand. He’s gentle, his hawkish nose that you’ve found yourself enamored with brushes softly against your cheek as your lips dance together. You hum in contentment, bringing your arms up and around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and it may sound juvenile but you hadn’t had much experience with tongue kissing. You part your lips anyways, following intuition, allowing his tongue access. The sensation is foreign but not unwelcome and you can’t help moaning, and his hold on your waist tightens as you’re pulled even closer against him. You spend a few moments in the middle of the dance floor in his embrace, tongues dancing together and thoroughly getting lost in him.

He pulls back for a moment and you’re thankful he made the decision because you hadn’t even noticed the fact that you still needed air. You cringe at the whimper you let out as your lips detach, you hate at how pathetic you sound, hate that you instinctually go to chase them. It doesn’t seem like Jack cares though, he’s gazing down at you, bringing up a hand to rest on the side of your face, a thumb coming to sweep across your bottom lip before swooping down for a second kiss. This one is much more brief. “How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?” he murmurs against your lips.

You freeze up at his question knowing exactly what he’s asking. Your eyes going wide as you try to stammer out excuses that won’t reveal your true hesitation. This particular insecurity doesn’t come up a lot but you’re never sure how to breach the topic of your virginity whenever scenarios like this pop up.

Jack pulls back, a concerned look growing on his face at your muttering. “I’m sorry if I overstepped, doll. It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable. We don’t have to do anything other than sit around here all night. I’d enjoy any time spent with you.” His eyes met yours and they were so kind and soft and you felt your heart melt a little at his crooked smile. You had just met him but you made up your mind to tell him the truth so he wouldn’t walk away from the night feeling terrible.

You always make up something else and run before you can embarrass yourself further. Your younger years are supposed to be your “prime” and you know in your mind that it’s completely normal for you to still be a virgin. That being said you have always felt like it was some kind of barrier blocking you from ever truly being comfortable with romantic entanglements.

You sigh as another song picks up. You’re both still holding onto each other and swaying to the beat and you open your mouth to give this man some peace. “Jack I… listen you’re incredibly attractive and I love a cowboy, I really do. And you didn’t make me uncomfortable! I just-” you chew on your lip again, thinking if there was a better way to say this before deciding on just getting it over with so you can stop wasting his time.

“I’ve never…been with anyone like that before and I as much as I wanna save a horse and ride a cowboy, I know a lot of people don’t want the virgin burden on them so I completely understand if you want to find someone else for the night so you’re not wasting your time.” It comes out rushed and in one breath, you’re avoiding his eyes not wanting to see the disappointment that might radiate from them. When you finally looked up, he was still staring at you with those gentle eyes, it was too much for you and you cast your eyes back down.

In an instant you found his hand gently holding your chin, lifting your gaze to meet him once more. “Hey. Look at me. You ain’t got anything to be embarrassed about darlin’. And you’re certainly not a waste of my time. Far from it. Ain’t nothing wrong with being inexperienced.” His eyes crinkle with a smile directed at you and you grin back feeling relief wash over you. This is honestly the best one of these conversations.

“Now listen,” he continues “if you just wanna dance and drink the night away, I’m thrilled to get to know you more.” You nod waiting for the ‘but’ you knew was coming. “But if this is something you want to try and I’m the fella you wanna try it with, well then-” He leans down, voice dropping and breath dancing along your ear “-daddy will take care of you.”

He studies you then, gauging your reaction at his phrasing. He knew it was a bold move but hoped that it would pay off. And lucky for both of you it does. Your eyes widen and you let out a short gasp as you bite at your bottom lip. The term he used sent a spark of arousal directly through you and in that moment you know that Jack is exactly who you need to come home with you tonight.

You give Jack a nod and he caresses your face with his large calloused hand. “I need to hear you say it, sugar.” And fuck it if that doesn’t get you feeling all warm inside. “Y-yeah” it comes out shaky not purely from nerves but also through the adrenaline you can feel coursing through your body. “Take me home Jack.” He practically beams at you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and tugging you back over to the bar so he can pay the tab. You didn’t walk in here expecting to leave with someone tonight but you’re the furthest thing from disappointed as the two of you rush out the doors.

You both make your way through the bar's exit and you find yourself standing in front of a vintage Ford Bronco, Whiskey holding the passenger door open for you. You smile and slide into the seat. “Such a gentleman. But you know, this isn’t the car I was expecting a fancy distillery man to own. But it does feel quite fitting.” You muse as he takes his own seat and starts the engine, the radio on low crackling to life. “It’s my pride and joy” he hums, gently patting the dash. “Anything could happen to me as long as my baby here is safe.”

You laugh at the man’s love for his car until the chuckle is cut off by Jack’s hand coming to rest on your leg. His touch is gentle, and he drags his palm up from your knee to your upper thigh and back down again. He glances at you from his periphery “This alright darlin?” You nod as he resumes his movements, tracing inscrutable patterns with his fingers whenever his hand pauses in its path.

You feel the telltale heat of arousal begin to pool in your stomach. You’re not unused to that. The new and exhilarating part of the scenario tonight is that you have someone else to take care of it. Someone other than your hands and your well-used vibrator. You’re thankful that the drive back from the bar to your apartment is short. If it was any longer than the ten minutes it took you might actually explode.

Jack pulls up and you direct him to park in the spot next to your own car. One that looks far worse than you usually find it when compared to the well taken care of Bronco next to it. Jack, continuing to be the gentleman he’s been all night, opens your door for you once more, grabbing your hand as you sling your purse over your shoulder and make your way towards the front door. The elevator ride up to the 5th floor is rife with palpable tension and you almost melt at the gentle circles Jack makes with his thumb on the back of your hand as it sits entwined with his.

The moment the two of you cross the threshold of your doorway you expect everything to begin at once, all passion and clashing lips. You find yourself surprised when you’re not immediately pressed against the door and ravaged like in the movies, and you see Jack take in your living room.

Luckily everything had gotten sorted in your first week and the only thing to indicate a new occupant were the stack of boxes in the corner that you needed to take to the recycling bin behind the building.

His eyes trail along your bookshelf, scanning the titles bookended by little trinkets and tiny figurines you had gathered from gifts and mall vending machines. He admires the paintings on your wall, all excellent purchases from the local Goodwill you thought.

You shift from foot to foot not entirely knowing how to start things off. This is your first time and Jack is the one showing you the ropes so you hover next to your couch as he finishes his scan of the room, turning to you with a soft smile. “You’ve made this place feel homey already, sugar. I love it.” You beam back at him happy to explain your interior design choices but in a moment he’s taking two large strides in your direction. “Now, mind if we pick up where we left off in the bar?” He brushes his knuckles gently across your cheek as he waits for your response and in an instant you’re already reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck once more.

It’s cliché and you know it but when his lips connect with yours once more you feel fireworks. An explosion of arousal deep in the pit of your stomach as you grant his tongue entrance. The kiss isn’t rough but it is passionate. You had always had the inkling that you would find a tongue in your mouth invasive and gross and you are thrilled to learn that isn’t true. Or maybe it’s just because of the man you’re with. Jack seems like the type of guy who can make anything feel good and you can’t wait to see what he has to offer you.

Detaching his lips from yours you find yourself unintentionally pouting. He laughs at his before leaning down to latch his lips onto your neck and the pout disappears as a moan rips through your body as he begins to suck and bite up your neck. Jack is savoring every moment he spends kissing you, you can feel the restraint lurking behind every kiss. You can feel your legs turn into jelly and you’re grateful for the hands around your waist and the couch back behind you for all the support you certainly need right now.

As Jack soothes a bite with his tongue he moves his hands from your waist and places them under your ass instead. He tugs you forward, your balance unstable without the couch behind you. You feel his muscles get to work and suddenly you’re off the ground letting out a startled gasp. “Don’t worry, sugar. Daddy’s got ya.” Instinct kicks in and you’re wrapping your legs around his middle, groaning at the contact between your clothed core and his waist. You hadn’t realized how desperate you were for some friction until now and it hits you like a freight train. Dropping your head against Jack’s shoulder you hear his laugh from above you. “Hmm, someone’s impatient ain’t she?”

Lightheadedness consumes you, astonishment at his strength combined with his teasing giving you an incredible heady feeling. “Jack please…” you rub circles into the nape of his neck and you feel his breath huff into your hair as he groans in response to your begging.

Wasting no time he carries you to your bedroom and gently sets you down on the bed. He stands above you as you stare up with wide eyes. He kneels in front of you at the edge of your bed and reaches a hand up to begin to slip the flannel from your shoulders. The gentle touch of his hands sends a shiver up your spine, even through the layer of clothing.

Soon your shirt is off and he’s tracing lazy patterns on the swell of your breasts. He gently palms your boobs through the lacy fabric of your bra and drags a thumb across the raised material where your nipples are hardening underneath. You’re not sure how much longer you can handle the touches, gentle and tantalizing and just enough to leave you wanting more. You move your arms up and back to unclasp your bra, throwing off the side of the bed to be dealt with in the morning.

Jack’s eyes are trained on your breasts now, even more so than before. There’s a hunger there, a desire that you’re not used to seeing directed at you. He leans forward and cups one breast with his hand and secures his mouth over your peaked nipple. You groan in pleasure and press your chest further into him, despite there being not much more space to fill.

He drags his tongue across your nipple before sucking, repeating the process every few seconds. You’re pleasantly shocked at the little nibbles that are peppered across your chest once he’s had his fill of licking. You move your hand down to gently grip at the back of his head, pressing him closer. “Daddy please, keep doing that it’s so good!” He eases his mouth off, a pleased smile on his face. “Anything you want sweetness.” And promptly moves to the opposite breast, continuing his work.

Soon you’re left panting and hungry for his same talented touch in a much more sensitive place. You tell him as much through panting breaths and he wastes no time to start shimmying your pants and underwear off with your help. He stands for a moment, beginning to remove his own clothes, a pile of his country wear being left in the corner of your room. You admire his broad shoulders, the hair on his chest, slim waist with just a hint of a belly that you’d love to kiss. You follow his happy trail down eyeing the prominent bulge in his jeans begging to be freed.

As you lay on the bed spread before him, you’re overcome with the urge to curl up into a ball to cover yourself. You wouldn’t say that you’re unhappy with your body. You love your curves and your tummy. No you’re not insecure…not entirely.

Jack is a handsome man and you’re lying here wondering if this is what he wants to see. You curse yourself for letting your insecurities try and ruin your night with this handsome man who clearly wants what you want. You fold inwards on yourself only slightly, bringing your legs closed and positioning yourself more on your side than on your back.

Jack finally back at you from where he’s been stripping and glances over at you with a furrowed brow, noticing the change in position. “Sweetness what’s wrong? We don’t have to do this if you’re having second thoughts.” You shake your head so quickly that you almost make yourself lightheaded. “It’s not that. I just-” you pause trying to think of the right way to explain yourself without sounding incredibly pathetic.

But it seems like Jack can read your mind. Before you can even continue to draft your thoughts, his brow straightens and an incredibly soft look crosses his features. He stands from his spot and kneels in front of you on the bed. “Doll, you are one of the most gorgeous creatures I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. I just wanna make you feel good. Will you let Daddy take care of you?”

You can feel the heat bloom in your body and you nod as you release a shaky breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding. Jack smirks at your reaction, pleased that you’re less in your head.

He stands and holds you by your hip, urging you to rotate onto your back. Once you’ve done so, he grabs your ankles pulling them apart and down so your legs are dangling off the bed. He kneels on the ground in front of you once more and you see that his eyes are dark with lust. You feel dizzy, knowing that you’re the one having this effect on him. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, and then the other; finishing by sliding his hands under your ass and tugging you closer.

Any potential embarrassment is immediately banished from your mind as you feel his breath against your wetness. He wastes no time, flattening his tongue and licking a broad strip up from your slit to your clit. Your eyes widen at the sensation and you let out a loud gasp as he does it a second time. His tongue licks at your folds before his lips settle on your clit.

Immediately, as if they had a mind of their own, your hips try to buck into his mouth. Desperate for more pleasure, more of that tongue on you. You feel Jack grin against you and he wraps his arms around your waist to keep them still. “Woah now sugar, calm down.” He’s only removed his mouth a few inches, the hot breath teasing you with its closeness makes you want to writhe on the bed. Jack must feel the tension in your hips because he chuckles. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna give you what you need.”

His mouth is on you again, alternating between swirling patterns on your clit and filling you with his tongue. The noises coming from his mouth as he works you closer to pleasure are filthy and you’re about to comment when he pulls back for a moment. You let out a ragged breath and sit up a bit, wondering why he stopped. He takes a thick finger and drags it up through the combined wetness of you and his spit. It teases near your opening and you groan as your want for more sparks once again.

He chuckles at your expression. It’s not a mocking one, you can tell with the way he’s looking at you, the softness in his eyes like he’s the lucky one for sharing this with you. He’s not away from you long. That same finger is entering you now and nothing has ever felt this good. You didn’t realize how different it would feel with fingers that weren’t your own. Yours always felt too methodical, his felt magical.

“You’re sweeter than honey. Did ya know that?” you’re glad you managed to open your eyes as you look down at him popping that same finger into his mouth, sucking it clean. You know you must look ridiculous, your eyes blown wide with lust and jaw hanging slack and open in shock.

You feel yourself clench tightly as Jack moves to slide a second finger in. His free hand reaches up to hold your hip, his thumb moving in calming circles along the skin there. “You gotta relax sugar.” He moves his head back to your clit, speaking directly into you. “I want ya to feel good. Just relax.”

You do your best to follow his instructions, taking a breath and focusing on his hand on your hip and his mouth on your most sensitive area. Feeling your muscles relax, Jack grins into you. “That’s a good girl.” And the praise makes you shudder. He moves a second finger through your folds gathering the pooling slick and slides them into your entrance. You can feel his fingers thrusting inside you, taking breaks to scissor outwards stretching you out in the most delicious way. The fingers curl, finding a spot you’ve never managed to find in your years of exploring your own body.

You throw your head back against the covers as you let out a wanton moan, eyes clenched shut in pleasure as he continues to stroke that sweet spot. You’re so lost that you don’t take notice of a third finger slipping in as he picks up the pace. You’re panting now, breath coming out rapid and hot as your chest heaves with the labor of trying to keep some semblance of calm as the man between your legs wrecks you. Between his fingers thrusting into you and his lips sucking at your clit you can feel your orgasm rushing up on you like a speeding train. You reach a hand down, hoping Jack doesn’t mind as you grab onto his hair letting out a breathless “Jack I’m gonna-” you can feel him nod slightly, groaning at the pressure of your fingers gripping onto his hair and the vibrations finally do you in.

You feel yourself clenching again, this time due to the amount of pleasure running through your body and your legs close gently around Jack who works you through your orgasam, only letting his fingers slide from you once you go limp against the sheets. He gives you another broad lick for good measure and you whimper from the overstimulation, not being able to form words yet.

He rises from his kneeling position and crawls onto the bed, one knee between yours, the other bracketing your leg. You stare up at him with glossy eyes, tracing over his slick mustache and chin. Reaching up, you circle your arms around his neck and bring him down for a kiss, slow and passionate and you moan into his mouth as you taste yourself, sweet and tangy, on his tongue. “You ready for more sugar? We can stop here if you need you.”

You know it’s the bare minimum, really, but you can’t help but be moved by the constant check-ins from Jack. It means a lot to you that he’s looking out for you every step of the way.

Not much for words for fear of getting to emotional, you reach over to your bedside table and pull the drawer open, fishing out a bottle of lube and a condom. You hand both to Jack and correctly reads this as an answer to his question. Looking down, he raises a brow in amusement. “A pink condom huh? That’s new.” Biting down on your tongue to hold back a laugh, you shrug under him. “They were free at the last pride I went to. Gotta stick with the thematic rainbow colors right?” He laughs with you ripping the foil open and rolling the condom onto his cock and you’re glad the two of you can laugh in the moment.

“Now sweetness, I’m gonna need you to relax again, alright? Daddy prepared you with his fingers but as you can see sugar, his cock is much bigger.”

Your eyes trail down his body and he was right. His cock was much bigger than his fingers and much bigger than the dildo you had made yourself comfortable with. But Jack has been patient and gentle all night and you’d be lying to yourself if the thought of him inside of you didn’t set a fire coursing through you.

His words sent heat right through you down to your core, you might have been overeager but his tone had you spreading your legs for him with a wink, a bold feeling suddenly overcoming you since your first orgasm. “I’ll relax daddy. I’ll be good.” His smile is blinding as he grabs one of your pillows and helps you settle it under you, lifting your legs to bracket his own hips.

He notches his cock at your entrance and your breath catches in your throat. He was right, it’s much different than his fingers. More filling, more intense, but just as pleasurable. The pain and pleasure intertwine and set your nerves alight. He inches in slowly, giving your body time to adjust to his size, the entire time he’s praising you, pressing kisses to your face, neck, and chest. “That’s a good girl. Taking me so well. That’s it sugar, keep breathing. You look gorgeous under me like this.”

His praise pulls you into his orbit further. Sooner than you expected you feel his hips make contact with your ass and you realize with a moan that he’s fully in you now. He remains still and bent over you, kissing you deeply, your fingers tangled in his hair. The stillness is agonizing, you need him to move and move now.

“Daddy!” you whimper, and you’d be embarrassed at the tone of your voice if you hadn’t felt him twitch inside of you. “Please move! Please, I'm ready for you to move.” He groans into your neck and obliges. He moves back, pulling out at a torturously slow pace and you feel his cock drag along your walls letting out a breathy moan. He pushes back in slowly too, continuing with this pace until you’re pulling at his hair again, whimpering and begging him to go faster.

“Alright darlin, you let me know if we need to stop now.” You eyes are trained on him as you nod, internally mesmerized at how much care he’s been taking tonight. You can’t say one way or another but you think it’d be hard to find someone to come into a bar hookup with this much gentleness.

“You’d be wonderful to tease darlin. You know that? I could listen to those noises all night, keeping you on edge. You think you’re begging now?” You clench at his words knowing that you were at his mercy, that at this point you’d let him do whatever he wanted as long as he kept cooing praise in your ear. “But tonight is about you, no teasin. Your wish is my command sugar.” He picks up pace and you can’t believe what you had been missing.

Your legs lock around his back bringing him in closer and you find yourself holding on, arms linked around his neck as he takes you on a ride.

What started off as a careful pace on Jack’s end, wound up pushing you to your limits. You didn’t think it would feel this good your first time. Maybe that’s what had kept you away for so long. But any fears had no place here as Jack rocked into you picking up speed with each thrust.

With one hand on your hip holding you steady, Jack leans down to start sucking a mark on your neck, pulling back to admire his handiwork in the form of a red mark that he knows will last a few days. In response your hands in his hair tighten their grip as you both let out simultaneous moans.

“Such a good girl for me.” Jack’s grunting into your neck at this point, his breath coming out hot and heavy, fanning across your skin. “Making me feel so good.” His thrusts are getting erratic now, losing rhythm. His hand dances across your skin, skimming across your chest before finding its way between your legs, thumb working small and quick circles on your bundle of nerves.

“You got another one in ya don’tcha sugar? I wanna see your face when daddy makes you cum.” You’re past words at this point only able to nod your head and moan in response.

With a few more powerful thrusts in tandem with the pressure on your clit you’re coming around Jack’s cock, head thrown back against the pillows with eyes rolling back in pleasure chanting his name.

Jack groans at the tightness around him and the expression on your face. He fucks you through your orgasm, removing his hand from your clit as he grips tightly onto your hips.

When Jack finishes, its with a shaky breath and a drawn out moan right next to your ear. And though you were on the verge of overstimulation so close to your last orgasm, the sound sent another pang of arousal through your body. You were definitely gonna store that away for later.

The two of you remain entangled for a bit. He’s softening inside of you as he gently peppers kisses to your forehead, nose and cheeks. You’re thoroughly exhausted, reveling in the attention and when he dips down you find yourself nuzzling into the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder. You worry for a moment that it’s too intimate for a bar hookup but immediately chase that thought off with a deep inhale, taking in the smell of sweat and sex and remnants of his cologne. It’s intoxicating.

Eventually he must tire of holding his body up so as to not crush you and he slides out of you slowly. You have to admit that you miss the fullness and only pout slightly as he stands from the bed, making his way into the bathroom.

When he returns the condom is gone and he has a damp washcloth in his hand. He kneels on the bed and begins gently wiping away the sweat on your brow, trailing the warm rag down your chest and between your legs. You can’t help but hum in contentment, not having expected this level of care after a one night stand. He balls up the rag and tosses it with expert aim back into the bathroom and you couldn’t care less where it lands. All you want is him back in your bed and pressed against you.

Words aren’t needed. Jack seems to read your mind and smiles down at you before crawling into bed behind you. You inch your body closer to his until you find his arms wrapping around your middle, tugging you close and eliminating the gap.

“Thanks for that Jack….that was-” you pause trying to find your words. “-that was fucking phenomenal.” You feel a huff of laughter against the back of your neck before feeling him shift positions allowing him to press another kiss to your temple. “I aim to please darlin.”

You close your eyes briefly before a pang of anxiety worms its way into your mind. “Will you still be here in the morning?” The question is quiet, whispered. Half of you wanting an answer and the other half hoping he didn’t hear as to not reveal yourself to be as vulnerable as you feel.

“Course I will sugar. I reckon–if you’re amiable–that there’s a few more things I can show ya.”

You’re giddy at the thought and can’t help but giggle. “I’d love that.”

You’re not sure where this thing between you two will go, but even if you only have him for one night, you know that it’s an experience you’re never going to forget.

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey fanfic #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels fanfic #how do tags work #can anyone tell i dont know what i'm doing and i Have Not Learned #dfhsdfh #one day i will apologize for this incredibly self indulgent personal fantasy fic #today is not the day #i haven't like actually re-read my own work but i am Going Through It right now and it actually made me feel better #:')#my writing

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badfey · 4 years

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is there anything u wish u had known pre-top surgery? I’m trying to schedule mine next yr and I’m worried I rushed into picking my surgeon even tho I looked at a Lot. I’ve got a list of questions to ask but curious if there’s anything you can think of! Thanks, if u get a chance to reply 🥺

firstly congrats and good luck with your top surgery, i hope the wait goes quickly!!

There were a lot of things i wasn’t expecting about top surgery - not necessarily that i wish i’d known in advance, just that i didn’t anticipate. I wrote a document of them not long after surgery which ill post soon and link back to here :) right now ill go through the main stuff i wish i had known, and any questions i had (under a cut because it got long)

Stuff I Wish I’d Known

Some of this depends on how your surgeon does things. I had 6 days before my post-op appointment w chest reveal.

That first week is tough. Ymmv, but for me it was really hard. I knew that post-op depression was a thing, i didn’t realise what it would feel like. For me it was a lot of being tired and not being able to sleep because of not being able to get comfortable (having to sleep elevated for a few days & pain), so getting more tired and bored but too fatigued to do anything in that classic frustrating cycle. Once i slept decently for the first time i felt human again (nytol is a lifesaver). It’s also tough bc ur sweaty n uncomfortable and u haven’t showered or taken off the post-op binder for a week, and with the dressings and swelling it doesn’t feel like its really happened yet? After chest reveal thats a lot easier

Sometimes moving around you’ll feel something like pull or pop and you get so so paranoid about pulling a stitch i seriously thought id pulled a stitch but its usually like the dressings adhesion or something, you don’t need to freak out. My best friend here was this uk trans fb group because i could search and find years of posts with ppl having the same problems, or ask and ppl would give advice and calm me down, so it’s good to join a community like that ready for if you inevitably get stressed about something (also good for post-op boredom)

You cant use your arms to move. Sounds obvious but like i never realised how much i reflexively rely on using arms to move sitting positions on a bed, and how you need to pay attention to override that impulse.

Peeing after anesthetic is weirdly hard. It really helps if you practise consciously releasing the specific muscles to pee beforehand

I was so hungry. I got fed sure (great food too) but i wish i had taken snacks.

Questions to ask

Im gonna list some stuff that you may already know/have on your list but it might help fill any gaps :)

When are your post-ops? Are they included in the surgery price? Mine were at 6 days (chest reveal) and 8 weeks (normally 6 weeks but my surgeon was on holiday lol) and both included in the price of surgery (which is standard for here i think). Its good to have rough timeframes in advance so you can plan around it.

Ask about revisions - are they included in the price, what is the timeframe you can get revisions for, how you would start the revision process if you need it? Hopefully you won’t need it but its important to know just in case & so you don’t need to worry about it. I think my surgeon got a bit touchy when I brought up revisions but i was just clear that if I’m getting this surgery and paying a lot of money for it i need to know this stuff in advance which as a professional he should be fine with.

Can you have a say in scar shape and/or nipple size? Usually you can, and this is often at the pre-op when they draw all over your chest before surgery. Don’t feel like you can't weigh in - this is your chest. Also even at consultation they might be able to give you an idea of what your scar/s will look like.

If you’re getting nipple grafts, ask about their graft success rate!! I was super stressed about my nipples falling off, but my surgeon said that even though stats say about 10% of nipple grafts r unsuccessful, in practise he sees a much smaller percentage than that, and even ones that do reject often grow back (lmk if u wanna know more what i mean) or can just be easily touched up with tattooing. Also if theres anything they recommend for graft success.

Does your surgeon recommend using arnica? Arnica is a homeopathic remedy for bruising, swelling, and wound healing. There’s differing views on whether it actually works, but in my case i took arnica tablets 1 week before and 2 weeks post-op and i think it really helped. They also tasted nice. Some people use arnica gel to aid healing once you can start massaging.

Where will you be for overnight recovery? Will you be on a ward or in a room? Do you have access to a TV? Do you have access to a plug socket or charging point? Do you get wifi? Chances are you’ll be bored at some point over the time you’re in there, especially if you struggle sleeping. It’s good to know whats available in advance so you can come with things to keep you entertained.

Does your surgeon use drains? You probably already know/have an idea of this bc its something a lot of ppl consider when choosing surgeons, buts its good to know if you don’t. Also, it can change - I chose my surgeon partially because he only uses overnight drains so you don’t have to deal with them in recovery. When i was there i found out he has stopped using drains altogether for smaller guys so i never actually had them (pleasant surprise).

Does your surgeon want you to wear a post-op binder? Do they supply the binder? Post-op binders r a good idea they stop swelling soo much, so even if your surgeon doesn’t recommend it i’d definitely ask if it’d be safe for you to wear one. You can't wear regular binders. If you’re sourcing your own, again trans groups r great bc they can give local recs and lots of people sell/pass on their old ones. I am happy to give anyone recs, but they’re all uk based.

How will you communicate with nurses post-op? Most people don’t live too near their top surgeon, so you’ll probably check-up remotely. I just sent nurses emails of my nips and incisions and anything i was worried about the healing of and they’d let me know if it looked okay.

If you have any conditions/disabilities/illnesses, ask if they’ve ever operated on someone with them/similar before. I have fibro + hypermobility and tbh it was reassuring to hear him talk about experiences other patients with chronic pain had had before and how they coped.

Okay sorry that was really long, but its pretty much everything i could think of question wise! I hope it helps! Let me know if there’s any other questions you have at all :)

#asks #anon #trans stuff #top surgery #top surgery advice #DI top surgery #double incision #transition advice #ok to rb #Anonymous

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free-pancakes · 3 years

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Who are your top 5 least favorite in Attack on Titan?

oooh this is a spicy question—so i really don’t want to make a list of characters that i dislike bc every character can resonante with someone based on their life experiences and personality, and i don’t want to detract from how important some of these characters can be to others! i think we can all agree that the one dude that let the dogs kill grisha’s sister is a horrible person tho :(

BUT i can make a top 5 list of characters whose story i personally think could have been written better, if that’s cool, anon!

1. Eren - idk i think i can appreciate the development of his character or moreso how his character morphed into what it is currently based on the story. but idk, i want to like his character, but he just rubs me the wrong way and comes off annoying and frustrating, so i feel like that could have been improved somehow. i also feel like the lead up to his choice to rumble the earth was... shallow? like, i get it to an extent, but destroy the entire world and even innocent people who didn’t take part in eldian persecution? also did he have to be that rude to mikasa all the time D: why yams, why??

2. Historia - i love historia’s character so so much but i’m really disappointed that she was really just thrown to the wayside. i’m sure the baby will play a role but like, it sorta felt like some cop out to get her out of the main storyline to focus on other characters. i guess it’s a price to pay for a show that has so many loveable characters but alas, it is what it is

3. Bertuoltototo - OKAY LIKE i straight up LOVE bertholdt and find him to be the most compelling of the marley titan shifter trio, but why why why do we not get more backstory and time with him? he was the only source of stability for reiner, we see his sadness watching reiner, but how did he keep a level head when realizing that the “eldian devils of paradis” were nothing but normal humans? his whole internal monologue before turning into the colossal in the fight at shiganshina in s3 was very compelling, and i find his introspection similar to levi’s and man i just wanted more time to get to know him :(

4. Ymir (freckled) - ok her story is basically perfect so this is me just being selfish and wishing she lived bc she’s a great character and why did our last scene of her have to be so dark and depressing 🙈

5. Connie - he really just gets tossed to the wayside in terms of development. i know that he, jean, and sasha kind of serve as characters who didn’t have a traumatic backstory and led pretty normal lives, so they get hit hard by the reality of titans—but we have this beautiful development of jean from that privileged life filled with love and is forced to face reality and adapt and grow, and sasha even gets a huge role especially after her death being a way to propel gabi’s story forward in a meaningful way. but connie doesnt super get this development, i mean he gets some but def not to the same extent as the other 2

thanks for the question, anon!

#shingeki no kyojin #snk #attack on titan #aot #anon #ask #historia #eren yaegar #ymir #connie springer #bertholdt hoover #levi ackerman

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virgil-is-a-cutie · 4 years

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Bio!Mom Max Black Headcanons

Two Broke Girls x MLB crossover

Based on this

When Caroline's movie about her life story was starting production Caroline finally had the courage to tell Max how she felt

The two dated for 4 months before Max decided they should marry

Mostly because she's known Caroline for so long that she literally knows she wants her as her wife

They were going to elope but Caroline told her dad which ended with Max being told by Martin he wanted his princess to be properly married

Sophie helped with the wedding not caring about the price

Caroline and Max got married at the prison where Martin was in so that Martin can give away Caroline and watch her get married

Of course, the news and paparazzi got wind of it and so much to Max's annoyance, the wedding was live streamed

They decided to just add the other's last name instead of one taking the other's

Caroline wore this with her hair in small side braid

Max wore this with her hair in a bun with a few curls framing her face.

Earl walked Max down the "isle"

Martin fought the urge to cry seeing his only daughter get married

He was glad that it was Max really

After a year of being married Caroline quietly mumbled as they cuddled

"Do you think about having kids?"

After a bit of talking they decided to use a sperm donor although, her twin cousin Darcy was able to get Bruce Banner to use both Max and Caroline eggs and the sperm donor to make the baby

Caroline was the one to carry the baby

A month before the baby was born their business boomed because of Caroline's movie and they eventually had a good business

They have a baby girl who they name Marinette Cathy Channing-Black

She had Caroline's eyes and Max's hair

Of course, Sophie wants to be the godmother, but Max puts her foot down that it would most likely be her cousin

Much to Caroline's shock Tony Stark is their daughter's godfather

Pepper is her godmother

As Marinette grows up she likes to watch her mom bake

She learns Korean from her uncle Han

Earl babysits whenever her moms are busy

Earl is her grandpa who she and Max consider him her dad

The cupcake business rises and they're very successful

Caroline is glad they finally left the crappy apartment

Caroline eventually is told by her father that she has an uncle who lives in Paris

It's Gabriel Agreste

Caroline is an Agreste in her mother's side really

And that he's the half sibling of Audrey Bourgeois

Audrey made Andre take her last name

Basically making her a Bourgeois through her father

This is when Mari is 13 years old and they decide to expand the cupcake business to Paris, France

Marinette is both excited and annoyed to move mostly because she won't be around to annoy uncle Tony or any of the Avengers

Marinette was almost the spitting image of her mother Max from her pale complexion to her hair, but she had Caroline's eyes and physic

When they get to Paris Caroline sets a meeting with both Gabriel and Audrey

Of course the two are shocked at the news that they're related through marriage

The reason being because Caroline's mom is Gabriel's sister and Martin is Audrey's older half brother

Making both of them Marinette's great uncle/aunt

And basically making two certain blondes her cousins

As well a certain cousin of said one of the blondes

Marinette is a mix of both her moms

She's sweet but very sarcastic and just...kinda like Max

The small Channing-Black family live in a decent comfortable home, not too flashy

Audrey brings Chloé over and Chloé is shocked to hear she has relative, she's somewhat excited

And Chloé is just...shocked to find out she's related to Adrien, her Adrikins before smiling widely

Chloé actually isn't a bully, she acts like it in school to see how far the stupid teacher would let it go and after she's mean to the ones she was she informs the person on what she was doing so as they don't feel bad

Surprisingly it's a lot and she's getting annoyed that Ms. Bustier won't at least do shit

On the first day of school when the Akuma strikes, much to her surprise Chloé freezes and pees herself before shielding herself behind Mari

"This sounds oddly familiar," the ravenette says giggling before scowling, "hey!"

The akuma strikes before Chloé has a chance to introduce her cousins because Adrien couldn't make it

Mari doesn't get the ladybug miraculous bc she just moved

Doesn't stop Master Fu from giving her the Cat Miraculous

She names herself Chat de Ruelle, Alley Cat

She doesn't keep it a secret from her moms who instantly tells Tony who comes whenever he can to help her train

Her outfit as Chat is similar to Lady Noir but her curls are in a messy bun and her mask covers her whole face except her mouth

It also has body armor and spikes on her wrists, tail, and elbows

She got Caroline's clumsiness but mostly that she has things fall on her or anything really but shes's not overly clumsy

On the second day of school she meets Adrien and she and Chloé practically ambush him and tell him that they're related

This makes Adrien happy but is somewhat confused before Mari informs him on how so

Mari is basically done with Ms. Bustier on the first day, complains to her moms who basically storm into the classroom to give her a piece of their mind

Does not help that Chloé turned in the evidence to the school board

Ms. Bustier quits before being informed she is not allowed to teach at all anymore

Adrien does become friends with Nino but not with Alya since Mari sits behind Chloé and Sabrina

Mari only becomes friends with Nathaniel and Nino

As the 3 cousins hang out she basically takes them wherever and causes trouble to the delight of her mom Max and to Caroline's concern

Caroline, Max, and Amilie basically threaten Gabriel to treat Adrien better

Although, Caroline and Max instantly adopt him

Max, Mari's mom, told Adrien that he reminded her of those two Amish boys who stayed with them for a week at the apartment

Chestnut came too by the way

Adrien doesn't flirt with Chat while he is Mister Bug because they're bffs

Max's cupcake shop is outside the school because Caroline wanted Mari to go to Dupont

Alya and Lila Salt

Alya is never told by Mari what her last name is, she usually doesn't pay attention to anyone else's name once her name is called but Mari has told her cousins and friend when addressing her to go by Black

So to the rest of the class she's known as Marinette Black

So she of course doesn't get an interview with Mister Bug because Chat told him not to because she doesn't trust the girl, she screams of wanting to be famous no matter what

Alya doesn't care for cupcakes the audacity

When Lila comes around she speaks about being a family friend of the Channing family

Bad luck for her is that Max and Caroline came to drop of Marinette at school much to her embarrassment

And Max basically ripped the Rossi girl a new one not caring who watched

Alya is shocked to see THE Caroline Channing at school

"How do you know Caroline Channing and Max Black? The great cupcake bakers?!" she screeches to Mari

"I'd like it if you don't speak to our daughter that way Ms. Césaire, please? We don't tolerate harassment from tabloid reporters," Caroline says gently while Max eyes the glasses wearing girl

"D...daughter?" Alya stutters before glaring at Marinette who rolls her eyes

"You're looking at me as if I killed your dog, they're my moms. My whole name is Marinette Cathy Channing-Black."

Everyone in the class sort of new because they always went to the cupcake shop after school

Lila does try her shit but Mari shrugs her off

Lila tries to hang off of Adrien but both Caroline and Max shut that shit down and tell Gabriel to get a restraining order on the Rossi girl as well a threat of lawsuit

Might make more and make this Maribat really idk yet

Tag list: @luciferge @zebrabaker @fantasyfandommaiden @unmaskedagain @queenmj10 @limetchenart @ascending-donotdisturb

#bio!mom au #bio!mom max black #two broke girls #ml au #2bg x ml #bio!mom headcanons

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enderio · 3 years

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DO THE WHOLE LIST PLS I BEG YOU

Sergei is so interesting, I can't get enough 😔

I CANNOT DENY A GUEST, NO MATTER THE REQUEST.

Here we go.

1 - How old are they?

In both MW and CW he’s 24 years old

2 - What gender are they?

Cis male

3 - What is their romantic/sexual orientation?

Bisexual

4 - How tall are they?

5 foot 11 inches or 1.8 metres

5 - What do they look like?

He’s pretty muscular, he has an angular face with gunmetal blue eyes, dirty blonde hair that’s kinda spiky

6 - What are their defining features?

He stands very properly, back straight and shoulders back, this makes him look a little menacing

7 - Does their name have a meaning?

His first name, Sergei, came from a youtubers meme

Middle name, Kirillovich, is bc I thought it sounded cool, idk

Last name, Smirnov, does have real meaning, in ye old Russia merchants with babies who rarely cried had the last name of Smirnov and since Sergei is such a quiet and kept to himself person I felt like he’d be the same as a baby

8 - What family do they have?

His mother, father, 2 younger brothers and 1 older sister

9 - Do they have a good relationship with their family?

With his parents, yes, he sends them letters and calls them often

With his siblings, not so much

10 - If not, why not?

He just kinda grew away from them and never really kept in touch, especially since he lives so far from them.

11 - Where does he live?

With his military platoon, so on base

12 - Is it a safe place?

Oh yes, incredibly safe

13 - Are they poor, middle-class, or wealthy?

Middle-class

14 - answered

15 - Who is their best friend?

CW: Belikov, Woods, Sims, Bell, Mason

MW: Gaz, MacMillan, Ghost, Nikolai, Soap, Price, Alex (2019)

16 - Do they have any enemies?

Kinda, he and Roach just really don’t like each other and he despises Hudson

17 - answered

18 - Do they have any love/hate relationships?

I feel like him and Lazar would be in that category, lots of banter and arguing but friends at the end of the day

19 - answered

20 - Who is the person they love most in the world?

Either his cousin, Belikov, or his father. Belikov because they’re so close, they practically grew up together and have always been by each other’s sides. His father because he raised Sergei and his siblings with pure, honest love and care and Sergei really doesn’t have any other father figures in his life.

21 - Does that person love them back?

Oh absolutely! Belikov sees him as a brother and his father because well, it’s his son.

22 - Have they ever hurt or lost anyone?

Yes, Sergei has lost his fair share of soldiers and comrade-in-arms in battle.

23 - answered

24 - Are they well liked?

By his friends and officers, yes, very much so. He follows orders and does as he’s told but isn’t afraid to snip back to a snide comment or friendly argument. To strangers? Not so much, he tends to come off as unwelcoming if you don’t known him.

25 - answered

26 - Are they an affectionate person?

To his friends, not super affectionate but he does let them know if it’s needed. To his love then very much so, little gifts and compliments and touches.

27 - Are they very driven?

He’s driven by his need to protect others and the slight guilt of his fallen comrades so yes.

28 - Are they very political?

He doesn’t care much for it at all.

29 - What kind of state is the world that they live in?

Well depending on which game(s) he’s in. If he’s in COD: CW then the state could be better but he’s helping. If he’s in The MW trilogy (or 2019) then the world definitely could be in better shape.

30 - What are the world leaders like?

Go check out MW’s and CW for yourself and see.

31 - Does the character worry about their place in society?

No, he’s confident he’s doing the right thing by being in the military.

32 - answered

33 - answered

34 - Are they a good person?

I like to think so, he has good morals, I.e. don’t kill children or civilians, Andy knows where to draw the line between good and bad

35 - answered

36 - Do they believe in destiny?

Not really, he thinks that if you want something then you need to go get it

37 - Are they trustworthy?

Yes, incredibly trustworthy. He wouldn’t never go back on his word without strong evidence and he can keep a promise well.

38 - Are they a good liar?

Yes, to everyone except Belikov. His cousin just always manages to see straight through him.

39 - How do they react to criticism?

If he thinks it’s genuine then he’ll take it into account but if it’s something he thinks is stupid then he will ignore it

40 - What is their moral alignment?

Lawful chaotic or lawful neutral

41 - Can they fight?

Yes, both unarmed and armed, he did wrestling in high school and regularly tackles Belikov if he’s being annoying.

42 - Would they ever purposely hurt someone?

Not without a good reason.

43 - Have they ever been seriously injured?

Yes, he’s had to come back from mission with broken ribs and arms before.

44 - Do they know first aid?

Yes, he knows how to tie a basic tourniquet and that blood loss is very bad.

45 - Do they have any other survival skills?

He can make a fire pretty quick and know some how to hunt and fish.

46 - answered

47 - How intelligent are they?

He’s pretty you smart but more intellectually smart rather than book-smart

48 - What is the school system like?

Ngl, idk what this one means lmao, he didn’t go past high school

49 - What is their job?

He is a top Military helicopter pilot and is an on-call foot soldier.

50 - Do they enjoy their job?

He loves it! He loves the danger and risk effect to it.

That was a lot omg. If you STILL want more Sergei then I filled out more stuff for him on my Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1012495231-my-cod-oc-my-oc

Thank you though! That was hella fun!

#long post sorry lol #my oc #oc #Sergei Smirnov #Loved this omg

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fictional-worlds-are-exquisite · 3 years

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i am very much enjoying my vague void! it's currently blasting hozier at full volume and that's almost louder than my internal screaming (don't worry, everything is fine, i just saw a spider)

i've never once in my life have followed a recipe correctly. all of my measurements are completely random and whatever happens happens. it is no longer in my hands. whatever eldritch entities exist take the wheel. and i absolutely refuse to spell anything in english without autocorrect because y'all have way too many double letters and random vowel placement

thank you! sadly, i won't have a break right now, because we just had christmas vacations, but the start of the new semester is always pretty chill. and you're absolutely right, i should take up necromancy! the snow and the cold will add to my mysterious vibes. i just need to get a big black cape with a hood to complete the aesthetic

i definitely picture everything above 5'6 feet as the same height. 5'7 and 6'2? the exact same thing. no difference here

how is morepork a real bird name. it's just... more pork? but the bird is magnificent. i completely approve of your first order as bird queen, not that you need approval from mere peasants like me, but it's a great order. ohhh salps look really cool, and it does look a lot like it! when you said boob implant i thought of mermaids and them using salps as boob implants but then i realised wait wouldn't jellyfish be better for that? because of their shape? ignoring their little leggies they're quite boob shaped, no? and then i realised that i was thinking about mermaids and alive boob implants... if i had to think it, you have to read it. i'm sorry

i was sold before but now i'm even more sure that i want to hire you. and I'll make sure to have lactose free cheese for the backflips (unless you want the lactose version? i'm not judging). will the biting of ankles cost extra?

that sounds like a brilliant set-up for a horror movie where they kill off all the children one by one. it's absolutely horrifying. if something like that would've happened to me i would've most likely just passed out. whatever happens afterwards is not my problem. and now i really don't want to know what the hell your leg was caught on because that seems like knowledge that would get me killed

ah so you're a fellow dirt eater? according to my mom my favourite thing to do outside when i was a little kid used to be eating sand. just shovelling handfuls of it into my mouth and crying when my mom made me spit it out. which i refuse to believe. if there are no photos it didn't happen

you warm climate people are starting to make me think that i'm better adjusted to the cold than i thought i am! it's either that or our buildings are better heated. i definitely don't know if anyone else calls hot water bottled hotties but i like it so from now on i'm using it

that's so cute! i was clearly a way more selfish child because when i found any amount of money i just kept it and bought candy as soon as i could. i clearly couldn't save money then and i can't now. we have stores like that (or i'm assuming that they're like that solely based on how they sell lollies) and they used to be my favourite thing because you could get so many lollies for such a small price!! and my mom even used to let me order for myself sometimes so i always felt like a very big girl jsjshsbsjk

also the fact that i can't send pictures on anon is a crime (yes i know why and it's good that that's not possible because can you imagine anons being able to send pictures? oh no is all i have to say about it) but anyways. because i have this one super cursed photo that reminded me of you and now i can't share it :((

duuuuude, sick void bro. sounds like a vibing void. I feel like I haven’t seen a spider in awhile. Other than daddy long legs. But they’re chill. They mind their own business.

I nearly always follow recipes exactly. My mum is like oh cook this for about 7 minutes? Yeah sure. I’ll take a wild guess. I’m like they say exactly 7 minutes so I’ll set a timer for 7 minutes and start a stopwatch so if it does seem to need more than 7 I can keep an eye on the extra time and be aware of exactly how long it takes me for next time. Other people are like oh let's see I have [lists 5-10 things in their fridge], hmm...oh I know what I could make with that! I’m like I have beans in my freezer because one recipe required them and no other recipes I know how to make do so what am I supposed to do with these now,,, this is stressful,,, basically I barely know how to cook and recipes are the only things saving me in that area. That is entirely fair. Except for the fuck duck, and murder is not the word you want surely, situations, it’s pretty helpful.

Ohhh I see. At least the start is chill! For a little! Before your entire situation spirals out of hand and you’re behind in every class and it’s taken you a whole day to read 10 pages and you’re exhausted and it’s only week 2. Just me? ok. fair. anyway. I want a cloak so bad. One of my uni friends tempted me to class because she said she was wearing a cloak so my depressed ass honest to god dragged myself out of bed and to said class just to see it. It was worth it. They’re incredible. Everyone should own a big cloak for the aesthetic.

I’m glad it isn’t just me hahaha. I can visualise my own height in feet but everything else is just the same size that is a vague amount taller than me, mentally.

It’s also known as the ruru. But the name morepork amuses me. It’s named after the call it makes haha. It does sound like it’s asking for more pork if you know to listen for that. thank u for ur approval, it means a lot, turns out becoming bird queen didn’t ACTUALLY get rid of my anxiety disorder weirdly enough so validation is great! lmaooo. What if the jellyfish stung them tho? At least salps wouldn’t do you dirty like that. The mermaids would just look like there are hundreds of bugs crawling around in their boobs, flesh shifting as they float around. Which is a vibe. If you’re into that. Jellyfish WOULD make a more solid, single, implant, some of them are definitely boob shaped. But that’s kinda boring no one’s gonna be traumatised by that. Salps on the other hand...yeah, that sight will DEFINITELY traumatise someone.

To be PERFECTLY honest I haven’t done a backflip in years but for lactose-free cheese? Dude. I’ll be going back to training. Gonna be the best backflip you’ve ever seen. As long as it’s not Tasty cheese I am content, but lactose free IS better. The biting of ankles will not cost extra, it is a pleasure to be allowed to do that.

Oh it absolutely would be. It’d be very funny if it reached the wider world bc people would probably be like ok but who would send kids into the bush like that,, it’s an odd concept. meanwhile everyone who grew up in nz is gonna be like y’all, you’re not gonna fuckin BELIEVE what i experienced growing up, it’s real dude. On one hand, I feel like murdering kids in a movie is questionable, on the other hand, It exists, so maybe people would be down for it. I feel like it’d be a good concept even if it wasn’t murdery tho. Like psychological horror? I’m not sure if I’m using that category correctly I don’t watch much horror. A kid following the rope but then being shifted into a different horror dimension but they never take the blindfold off because their teachers said not to and they’d probably have to let go of the rope to do it...I feel like this could work super well as a short film. The viewers see everything. The child just knows something is off and no one is coming when they call for help. I am so down for this. I also do not want to know what my leg was caught on. Some things I am better off not knowing.

yes! I am a fellow dirt eater! We had a sandpit at home (that’s a little bold. It was a large plastic shell that my parents filled with sand. technically a sandpit. but not fancy sdflsdkfsdf) but I don’t think I ever tried to eat it. Then again, I possibly did and just don’t remember because there’s no photo evidence of that one. I’d have to ask my parents sdfhsjdfs, I would however fully believe them if they said yes. it’s very characteristic of me. I don’t doubt it for a second. muuuum that’s my emotional support sand don’t make me spit it out smh the disrespect these days.

Oh I’m absolutely terrible even by most people’s standards around here when it comes to cold and hot temperatures. I remember sitting in the sun in my school shirt and school jersey in summer on a blazing day like it’s a bit chilly, isn’t it? Meanwhile my friends were in the shade absolutely dying from the heat. Likewise in winter I’d be shivering, teeth chattering, dying with my long sleeve thermal, my school shirt, my school jersey, my school jacket, my longs, warm socks and sneakers and gloves and school scarf while ppl would be walking around in a shirt and shorts like it’s a bit warm this winter huh? my body didn’t learn how to thermoregulate and it shows. But yeah NZ does also have a reputation for shittily insulated buildings and such. It shows. skhdfsfs if it’s not common use maybe don’t say can i have a hotty to someone without context but otherwise go ahead lmao. it’s a fun shortened version.

I was typically a very good saver, to the point where my extended family started gifting me gift cards and vouchers for Christmas and my birthday because if they just gave me money I’d put it in my bank account to save towards uni once I hit like, 12 years old. Which I think was a smart move. But apparently, I’m supposed to buy myself ‘something nice’ with it. I think I’m still an okay saver but I’m not as strict anymore. I’m aware of how much I can spare and I’m not just like you can never get anything for yourself ever, so I do get lil things for myself sometimes. oooo yay! At least you know what I mean. But yes. They were the gold mine for lollies. Absolutely terrific stores. My mum would be like hey lindsey how about you order? And I’d be like mother, I am 7 years old and I have an undiagnosed anxiety disorder everyone assumes is child shyness why would you think I would want to do that. Instead I will whisper my choices to you. After therapy tho I felt pretty rad for picking my own lollies by myself. I was like 13 at that point but sdfkjhsdf listen I got there in the end.

sdfkjsdfkjhsdf I like that a cursed photo reminded you of me. That’s all I need to hear. Tumblr said no anon dick pics but they also said no anon cursed photos either,,, very sad. for the latter part. the first part thank god. If I could turn on photos on anon I absolutely would just to see this but I don’t think I can :(

#tasty cheese is nasty and i will die on this hill #i'm not sure if other countries have like the same main cheeses or if it differs everywhere #tasty. colby. and edam are the main three i think of #i know there's like mild or some shit but i know only the blue yellow and red packets #either or a wasp or a bee just flew in my room but it flew out so i'll respect that #my plans for today were reply to your ask and that's it #what am i supposed to do for the next twelve hours #oh wait i know #m u r d e r............#Anonymous

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Whumptober2020: Day 5 – Rescue

Fandom: Psych Characters: Burton Guster, Shawn Spencer Universe: Supernatural/Hunter AU Tag: @whumptober2020

[Read on AO3 here.]

Gus specifically told Shawn no. They would not be infiltrating the house of a notoriously vicious werewolf pack. But what did that impulsive dumbass do? Something along the lines of charge into said house full of werewolves armed only with a pocketknife. Gus muttered to himself the entire time he drove, keeping steady at five miles an hour above the speed limit. He contemplated going faster, albeit briefly, but The Blueberry was built for work-home commutes, nothing more, nothing faster. A high-speed collision meant both he and Shawn were toast.

The car’s wheels crunched to a stop in the gravel driveway. Gus shut the engine off, knowing that the moment he opened the door, he would not be able to stop. The wolves would smell him (if they didn’t already), and his hunter instincts had to be as good as ever– nay, better in order to get through this alive. Gus leaned towards the passenger side and tugged at the glove compartment. He wrinkled his nose as he gripped the hilt of his firearm. Once upon a time, he swore off the hunter life. He craved the normalcy his family couldn’t provide. There was a stint of time – between leaving for college and a couple years post-graduation – in which he managed to avoid any and all supernatural activities. He was happy in a stable pharmaceutical job with a monthly rent and regular citizen problems. The day Shawn crashed through his office doors, however, effectively ruined the blissful ignorance he had carefully cultivated.)

He ran through a mental list: Silver bullets? Check. Silver dagger from the backseat? Swiped after an unflattering stretch from the driver’s. Fearless will? ...Still mustering.

“Okay. Okay, you got this, you got this,” he muttered to himself, hoping his eyes weren’t as wide as he felt they were. “You’re Fearless Guster. That’s Shawn in there. You can do this.”

He shoved his shoulder hard into the door and launched himself down the driveway.

Not trusting the front door, Gus found himself moving around the side of the garage. Eventually, he rounded into the backyard – just as unkempt as the front – and spied the back door. He raised his gun, shook away the goosebumps from crawling up to his shoulders, and tested the doorknob. Unlocked. He carefully urged it open, wincing as its hinges creaked.

That’s gonna attract attention, he thought while his nervous system short-circuited.

The floorboards creaked under each step. Every moment of silence since shot a bolt of electricity down his spine. Why aren’t they attacking? They should be attacking. Not that he wanted them to, but he could not understand why they weren’t. He was an intruder, and worse than that, a hunter.

By the time Gus reached the base of a flight of stairs, his palms were slick with cold sweat. The gun slipped in his grip, causing him to clench tighter. Sharp edges dug into his fingers, but he didn’t mind, as long as he kept with him the one thing ensuring his survival.

Here goes. He set one foot on the stairs when something crashed to his left. He immediately swung his arms out to the side, the barrel aimed at the chest of a fanged, yellow-eyed beast. Trigger, squeezed. The monster dropped with a bang.

That was the incentive Gus needed to race up the rest of the steps.

At the top, there was just one room. The ceiling sloped with the shape of the roof, and moonlight spilled in from the window in the back. Blocking some of the light, silhouetted by silver, was the form of a man tied to a chair, and not just any man.

“Shawn!”

The man’s head lolled from side to side groggily. It lifted and out murmured a short answer: “Gus?"

“Yeah, I came–.” Gus took a step forward, but Shawn’s head shot to attention, his eyes suddenly wide.

“Nonono, don’t!” he ordered “Trap! Gus, it’s a trap.”

Gus froze and glanced into the shadows. He noticed two forms, one on either side. (Damn his rusty hunter skills! He should have detected them sooner!)

His shoulders rose and fell with a shaky breath. While he had the means of ending the situation right away, the prospect of guilt was enough to hold him off. Sure, they might be monsters, but they were still beings of emotion and thought, and once upon a time, humans. Even now, they had lives. The more he thought on it, the less capable he was lifting his arm.

“Perfect” one of them greeted. Her lamp-like eyes fixed directly on him. They had the advantage considering their enhanced vision. All Gus’ eyes registered were shadowy forms and very slight indentations of features. “Two for the price of none,” she finished, stalking forward. Her form dropped in height but began thickening in muscle and fur. Next thing he heard: claws scratching against the wooden floorboard.

Any guilt he might have felt before completely drained. It was the reign of fear and desperation now. Gus jerked his gun to level with the closest creature. Between sparing his conscience and saving his best friend, there was no reason for hesitation.

Gus fired at the first werewolf, then rounded on the other. It was already pouncing, steel claws glinting in the moonlight.

Squeeze on the trigger.

Bang! with the kick-back.

Thud! as a hollow wolf’s body fell to the floor.

“Holy crap, Gus,” exclaims Shawn. “That was awesome!”

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A/N: Had to end it abruptly bc it’s super late as I post this. Hope you enjoyed!

#whump #whumptober2020 #psych #burton guster #shawn spencer #writing #fanfiction #lilly's writing #lilly's whump #supernatural #spn #AUs #hunting au #spn au #guns #werewolves #captivity #rescue

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Behind bars: India's 'Diamond King' Nirav Modi's fall from grace

Today, the "jeweller to the stars", as he was frequently called, is behind bars after a year-long Interpol-led manhunt that led to his arrest in central London on March 19. Together with his diamond polisher uncle, Mehul Choksi, he is accused of conniving with junior tellers to defraud the Mumbai branch of India's second-largest state-run bank, the Punjab National Bank, of billions of dollars. Scotland Yard made the arrest on behalf of Indian authorities, who have asked for his extradition. Two weeks earlier, his whereabouts were exposed when Britain's Telegraph newspaper doorstopped him near a flat he was renting in Soho. They found him sporting a handlebar moustache and an ostrich-skin jacket. The "Great Indian Bank Robbery", as Indian media outlets have dubbed it, has shaken the country's $US35-billion diamond sector to the core. From the small family-run concerns of Zaveri Bazaar to the dealers at Mumbai's glistening Bharat Diamond Bourse, the largest in the world, many traders fear that an industry that largely ran on trust might find its reputation on par with that of the scavengers sweeping the streets outside their shops. Modi came from the Jain community of Palanpur, a small town in the western state of Gujarat. And it is among the Palanpuri Jains that the fallout of his alleged crimes is being most acutely felt.

Mumbais jewellery market, the Zaveri Bazaar. Credit:Getty Images The alleged modus operandi behind the biggest bank fraud in Indian history was revealed in a July 2018 dossier prepared for the US Bankruptcy Court in the Southern District of New York, which is investigating the activities of three of Modi's American jewellery companies. According to the 165-page dossier, Modi and his co-conspirators illegally borrowed approximately $US4 billion over a period of seven years by manufacturing sham transactions purportedly to "import" diamonds and other gems into India from trading hubs such as Belgium's Antwerp, using a web of more than 20 secretly controlled shell entities. Diamonds sold to or purchased from these entities "were routinely shipped out the same day or within days after arrival, without ever being opened or inspected by employees to ascertain the contents of the packets", the dossier states. Certain high-value diamonds were bought and sold multiple times at often wildly inflated prices in order to create the appearance of millions of dollars worth of legitimate transactions and to facilitate the movement of funds. Fraudulently obtained letters of undertaking (LOUs), or guarantees under which Indian banks allow their customers to obtain short-term credit from another bank's foreign branch to facilitate import transactions into India, were also used. It was only when one of the bank employees allegedly involved in the scam retired that the seven-year-long operation was exposed. US authorities are also believed to be considering extraditing Modi. Punjab National Bank shares plummeted when the scandal broke in February 2018, as did confidence in India's dysfunctional state-run banking sector, which has lost billions of dollars in recent years from investor frauds. Screaming matches erupted in India's parliament, with opposition parties accusing the government of colluding with the diamantaire to allow him to flee the country. Modi had left India early the previous month bound for Britain, the bolthole of choice for business barons wanted by Indian authorities for tax evasion, fraud and other related crimes. Modi's Indian assets, including the flagship stores that bore his name, a fleet of luxury cars and several factories, have been seized by the authorities. Last month, his art collection was auctioned by India's tax authority, raising $US8 million. Thousands of his employees have been laid off. Modi's Indian lawyer, Vijay Aggarwal, has successfully defended some of India's largest corporate fraud cases. Described as "pugilistic, pugnacious and aggressive" by his critics, his courtroom victories include securing the acquittal of several high-profile businessmen and politicians accused of defrauding the state of a staggering $US26 billion in the allocation of second generation or 2G telecom licences. Aggarwal, who did not respond to interview requests by Good Weekend, told a Mumbai court in January that India's Enforcement Directorate had tried to "falsely implicate" his client by giving a "colour of criminality" to "usual civil banking transactions" to camouflage the bank's failures in connection with the alleged scam. Modi's defence team is expected to argue that the charges against him are politically motivated. India is in the middle of a six-week-long national election, with the ruling Bharatiya Janata Party's alleged connivance with corrupt business figures a major issue. For a man whose number was once on the speed-dial of many of Mumbai's A-list, Modi's fall from grace has been dramatic. The 48-year-old grew up in Belgium, where his father, Deepak Modi, ran a business trading in uncut diamonds. He attended the Antwerp International School, where he dreamt of becoming a music conductor, but instead enrolled in Wharton business college at the University of Pennsylvania. In 1990, he moved from the US to Mumbai to begin a decade-long apprenticeship with his uncle, Mehul Choksi, learning everything from polishing diamonds to selling them. He would later say that he worked 12 hours a day, six and a half days a week, for 3500 rupees ($70) a month. By 1999, he had raised enough capital to launch his own company, Firestar Diamond. Over the next few years, Firestar went on to raise hundreds of millions of dollars to acquire firms such as US-based jewellery retailer Samuels and the De Beers-owned Nakshatra brand, which had 480 stores in India.

Modis uncle and co-accused, Mehul Choksi, with Bollywood actress Urvashi Sharma. Credit:AFP When the global financial crisis hit in 2008 and the value of large diamonds fell by up to 40 per cent, Modi took the opportunity to buy diamonds at cheap prices, including $15 million worth of rare pink diamonds from Argyle in Australia's Kimberley. In 2009, he switched his main supplier from De Beers to Russia's Alrosa, just as the global diamond giant's output plummeted and the Russian company's rose. His move from retail to design came in 2009, when a friend asked him to make a pair of earrings for her. After months of persuasion, he relented. "I can actually look back to [this] single moment that propelled me into starting my eponymous brand," Modi told Forbes in 2017. He had at last found his calling. His big breakthrough as a designer came in 2010, when a necklace set with a flawless pear-shaped 12.29-carat Golconda diamond was featured on the cover of a Christie's auction catalogue.

Modis 12.29-carat Golconda diamond necklace. The piece went under the hammer in Hong Kong for $US3.6 million, nearly a million dollars more than its asking price. A year later, he launched his eponymous Nirav Modi brand, a line that would blend the best of Eastern and Western designs. "All of my jewellery marries my Indian roots with my international exposure and love of art, nature, travel and poetry," he once said. "Every collection has its own unique story to tell." His target buyer was the "woman of global sensibilities". His focus was on delivering pieces that would go as well with a gown as with a sari. "The jewellery should move with the woman, it should be a second skin." No expense was spared in achieving his dream of becoming one of the world's top five luxury jewellery brands. Millions of dollars were spent on two state-of-the-art factories in India to manufacture his designs. Showrooms fitted out by Spanish artist-designer Jaime Hayon sprang up in cities such as New York, London, New Delhi and Hong Kong. Former palaces were hired for product launches, with Bollywood stars and Indian billionaires arriving by private jet. Modi's public persona he was rarely photographed without being flanked by celebrities was very different to his private one. "He never could look you in the eye," says a former business associate, who asks not to be named. "He always played his cards close to his chest."

Nirav Modi with actor Naomi Watts at the opening of his New York boutique in 2015.Credit:Getty Images By 2013, Modi had entered the Forbes list of billionaires with a net worth of $US1.4 billion and two years later, became the first Indian retailer to open on New York's Madison Avenue. His signature pieces now graced the necklines and earlobes of celebrities such as Naomi Watts, Kate Winslet, Taraji P. Henson and supermodel Karlie Kloss as they strode down the red carpet at the Oscars. British actor and model Rosie Huntington-Whiteley was hired to be the "face" of the brand. Indian actress Priyanka Chopra (now Chopra-Jonas) appeared in a commercial that ended with the punchline "Say Yes, Forever". Chopra-Jonas is now suing Modi for non-payment of fees. The fallout from the Modi affair goes far deeper than his failure to settle his debts. Shortly after India's independence in 1947, the Jains of Palanpur followers of a religion which emerged on the subcontinent around the sixth century BC and which preaches non-violence, strict vegetarianism and renunciation of worldly effects abandoned their traditional occupations as bankers and money-lenders and began trading in diamonds. Like Modi's father, many moved to Antwerp, buying low-quality roughs, sending them back to India for polishing and then selling them at a small profit. Today a community of no more than 20,000 controls India's multibillion-dollar diamond cutting and polishing industry. Modi never could look you in the eye. He always played his cards close to his chest. "Their reputation has definitely taken a beating because of Modi," says Usha Balakrishnan, a Mumbai-based authority on India's jewellery trade. "Normally the community will close ranks behind one of their own. This time, they have disowned him." Balakrishnan traces the community's rise to the 1960s, when De Beers began looking for a centre to cut and polish its vast stockpile of industrial and small diamonds. India's plentiful supply of low-cost skilled labour made it the most attractive option and the Palanpuris were well positioned to supply the mining giant's demands. Community members started returning to India, where they dominated the wholesale diamond trade in Zaveri Bazaar and the cutting and polishing centres in cities such as Surat in Gujarat. When Zaveri Bazaar's congested office spaces became too small, most traders moved to the Bharat Diamond Bourse, a sprawling eight-hectare complex in central Mumbai that opened in 2001 and is now home to more than 2500 companies. Known for their work ethic and close family ties, Palanpuri Jains rarely marry outside their community. If one of their own falls on hard times, extended families act as a safety net, providing jobs, accommodation and financial help. Networks of loyalty and trust that go back generations have been shaken by Modi's alleged wrongdoings. Ashish Mehta, a Palanpuri Jain whose company, Kantilal Chhotalal, is one of the diamond industry's leading players, says the allegations surrounding Modi have shocked the community. "The last few years when he was opening stores in places like London, New York and Hong Kong, most people were wondering how he was able to grow so fast. Nobody knew that there was this borrowed money behind the market aggression that he was showing. That was to most of us a big surprise."

Model/actor Rosie Huntington-Whiteley at another Modi store-opening in London in 2016.Credit:Alamy Modi kept a low profile in the community, once boasting: "Ask any jeweller in Mumbai if he has met me in the last decade and the answer you'll get is no." When it came to networking with the city's business and cultural elite, however, he was everywhere, buying up contemporary Indian art at auctions, attending high-society weddings, and enticing Bollywood stars to buy his creations. He was anathema in a traditionally conservative community that shied away from retail and prided themselves on keeping out of the spotlight. After the Punjab National Bank scandal broke, the demand for diamond jewellery in India plummeted by 10 to 15 per cent, according to the Indian industry lobby group Assocham. There are also fears that India might lose its near monopoly on diamond cutting and polishing, with new entrants such as China poised to take advantage of the turmoil. Small and medium-sized traders are feeling the greatest impact, says Mehta. "Banks are worried, so they have curtailed their lending facilities and are now asking for more collateral than before." While hikes in short-term interest rates and a tightening of repayment terms are quantifiable, the erosion of trust is harder to measure. At Mumbai's Diamond Bourse, transactions worth millions of dollars are sealed with a handshake and contracts and invoices are almost unheard of. Even the transportation of rough diamonds from the bourse to the cutting and polishing centres is entrusted to a centuries-old system run by the Angadias, a community of couriers who secrete their precious cargo in hidden pockets and rely on their anonymity to keep it safe. Naming and shaming is not something that comes naturally to Palanpuri Jains, but Mehta concedes that Modi's actions have harmed the trade. "When the consumers see that there is a guy like this in your community, your credibility for sure gets affected." Back in Zaveri Bazaar, the streets have been swept by the niarewalas to a level of cleanliness uncharacteristic by Mumbai standards and the stores are starting to open. My guide is the pugnacious Rajesh Chugani, a small-time jewellery manufacturer who buys his stones from local wholesalers and sends them to his workshop in nearby Masjid Bandar. Chugani takes me deep inside the labyrinthine laneways of the bazaar, up crumbling staircases and down dimly lit corridors so narrow two people can hardly pass. An open doorway reveals a huddle of buyers engaged in heated negotiations with a wholesaler over a fistful of gold necklaces. Further on, a diamond is being cut in a hot and humid room no bigger than a broom closet. Business is brisk and demand for traditional commodities such as gold is as strong as ever. But the traders Chugani deals with say the Modi affair has made it harder for them to get bank credit and consumers are suspicious about the quality of stones on sale. "In this industry it's impossible to grow overnight; that should have sent alarm bells ringing somewhere down the line, I think the government is also covering up," Chugani says, referring to the commonly held belief of a nexus of corruption between politicians and high-profile business people. Small units such as Chugani's have always accounted for the bulk of India's jewellery manufacturing. The set-up inside the four-metre by three-metre room where eight men work 10-hour days might look Dickensian, but it is sophisticated and includes the use of 3D-printers to make moulds, and a network of CCTV cameras that monitor every corner of the workshop and can be remotely controlled by an app on his smartphone. It's unlikely that Chugani's clients, many of whom are based in the Middle East, would know or care about the conditions under which their engagement rings or diamond bracelets are made. Maintaining close relations with his suppliers and customers and providing quality products is what makes thousands of businesses like his prosper. "Whatever you'll see in a catalogue, we can copy and sell it more cheaply," says Chugani as he inspects a diamond brooch that one of his workmen is repairing. "I can make you a Nirav Modi piece as well," he adds cheekily. "And I don't think he's in a position to complain if I do." Chugani is safe for now. Even if Britain accedes to India's extradition request, it may take years for the country's notoriously slow legal system to decide on Modi's guilt or innocence. The damage to the trust that has kept the diamond industry so prosperous may take even longer to repair. To read more from Good Weekend magazine, visit our page at The Sydney Morning Herald, The Age and Brisbane Times Most Viewed in World Loading https://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/world/asia/behind-bars-india-s-diamond-king-nirav-modi-s-fall-from-grace-20190423-p51gf4.html?ref=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_source=rss_feed

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so!

looks like i’m gonna replay andromeda, although i might wait until at least one story dlc has been released (depending on the price of the dlc and the content). there were a lot of elements i thought could have been strengthened, but the resolution of the main plot (excluding the boss battle bc it was...not challenging) was very satisfying, and I’m glad that the writing team took it in the direction they did.

the ending also leaves room for possible sequels, which, depending on how those are pulled off, I’m opening to also playing (also even paying for--I got this copy of mea by trading in my laptop at best buy for store credit).

my final criticisms and praises for the game, if anyone is interested, are under the cut (heavy spoiler alert (also they’re pretty comprehensive)):

CONS (so we can end on a good note):

-Too many goddamn fetch quests. I left the tasks unfinished, because a ton of them were broken, and almost none of them were worth doing.

-i cannot stress enough, the character creator needs a MAJOR revamp. bioware has stated that they will be implementing changes, and they cannot come fast enough. staples of bioware CCs were missing and very much mourned, and it made the game feel too experimental.

-the final boss fight felt lackluster. wave after wave of easy enemies and an architect that didn’t feel as challenging as the previous four, and i never got to personally shove my boot up the archon’s bony ass. i think it would have felt a lot more satisfying if i had fought the archon himself--he could’ve been a souped-up ascendant, or something.

-i did not get to yell my lungs out at kennedy for making that stupid goddamn decision. “are you gonna name your kid after me?” is not how i would respond to a woman who decided to conceive a child in the middle of an ongoing crisis. it would have been more along the lines of “you’re fucking lucky i’m letting you keep that kid, because you clearly do not have good decision-making skills and are selfish enough to endanger others to get what you want, AND you seem to think whatever you do is justified”

-the armor options were lackluster--there were only one or two that i liked, and there were very few variations altogether.

-i would have liked more environments to explore very much. the four that we got were nice (excluding the nexus, of course), but again i compare to DAI--there were at least nine huge sandboxes to play in, and all extremely diverse, from mountain valleys to plague-ridden swamps to rocky deserts. in andromeda, we had a snowy planet, a small rainforest, and two desert planets. and a destroyed planet, but i’ll be honest, i didn’t do much there besides vetra’s loyalty mission.

-despite loving the bejeesus out of jaal...there wasn’t enough content there to satisfy me. the culmination of the romance is wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but i just didn’t feel like the scenes i got with him were enough. that’s not me saying THERE’S NEVER ENOUGH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OMG, that’s me saying that some opportunities to work in the existence of jaal and ryder’s relationship weren’t taken when they really would have made the romance felt less immaterial. i don’t recall hearing anyone comment on our relationship, except for Peebee, and that was only when prompted to give her opinion on the crew (a dialogue option which most likely players would have already exhausted). this goes for all romance options--content videos are twenty minutes at best. mea claimed to be the largest, most dialogue-heavy game bioware has produced--if all the effort put into those additional tasks had instead been put into stuffing all the romances with fluffy, smoochy, sexy goodness, i think this game really could have shined in the romance department.

-speaking of Peebee (and this might come from the above listed bias): there is a limit to my toleration of romance options flirting with each other, and peebs exceeds it.

-lastly, i do not appreciate that the entire prologue of the game, which established major characters, the arrival of the first people from the milky way in heleus, and their reaction to the less-than-favorable circumstances were all catalogued in a comic. this is like DAI all over again--with major, game-defining plot elements being covered in novels and comics that most players aren’t going to buy or even read. i certainly didn’t read it, i don’t plan to until it’s easily accessible, and i don’t at all like that once again, bioware decided to essentially make important parts of the plot far less easy to access.

PROS:

-The environments, though not as diverse as I would like, are stunning. Remember how pretty the DAI environments looked? These are better, so much better that DAI’s now feel like downgrades. That’s a big step forward.

-some moments in this game genuinely had me on the edge of my seat, had me close to tears, had me giggling and blushing uncontrollably. Drack’s monologue about finding a reason to live again in his baby granddaughter? That moment when you learn that the archon has stolen the hyperion, and disconnected you from SAM? Jaal’s soft kisses behind the waterfall? incredible moments.

-the nomad banter is priceless. we love hearing our squadmates interact, and mea delivers there and on the tempest, in which your crew and squadmates explore and interact with each other just as much as you do.

-the animation for romance culmination scenes is soooo satisfying. i can actually see my ryder’s lips touch her love interest’s. there’s really nothing more i could’ve asked for.

-the wide variety of weapons! i was pleasantly surprised by how easy it was to tailor my loadout to perfectly fit my playstyle. (i stuck with the sweeper and black widow throughout the game and had oodles of fun,)

-HAIR PHYSICS. BIOWARE FINALLY GOT IT. GOLD STAR

-more cutscenes! previously, DAI only had a camera zoom when you’d talk to your squad mates at your base of operations. not any more! i very much hope they’ll keep this mechanic.

-the wiiiiiiiide variety of hair colors is so great. i can have neon or pastel hair if i want to. not to mention all the variations in red, black, brown, and blond.

-JUMP JETS. VERTICAL MOVEMENT. BLESS.

-combat is so much more fun! it feels smoother than it ever has.

-Ryder’s snark has me in fits of laughter almost every time i boot up the game. It’s like Bioware installed a funnel that transferred every thought I had into Ryder’s mouth.

-speaking of Ryder--I felt like I could seriously relate to the character I played, thanks to her being so close to me in age, and i really, really like that. I could immerse myself more fully in-game because Ryder and I were so alike: early twenties, having to suddenly handle a huge load of responsibilities they didn’t expect or train for, dealing with a whole new environment separate from the one they grew up in. I felt as though the stuff i go through (and how monumental it feels) was represented in-game, and given the proper concern it merits. Ryder is very dear to me.

-Mental illness is handled very well. Lexi reminds everyone that should they exhibit symptoms of PTSD and depression, they should seek treatment for it and have no shame in doing so. As someone who lives with mental illness, I felt pretty good having read that entry she wrote.

-The whole feeling of the game--exploration, discovery, working together to make a home--came across really well. A lot of what Ryder does is what people my age dream about: going to foreign places and meeting new people, seeing what the world (and universe) is made up of, building a life for yourself surrounded by friends and family who care about you. That, in my opinion, was the most valuable part of the game, for players like me: you get to live out your dream on a much grander scale, with much higher rewards.

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