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6gumi · 7 months ago

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which dress looks good on me?

synopsis ﹒your husband aventurine helps you pick out dresses ! ( gone wrong ! )

pairings﹒aventurine x f!reader

cw﹒nsfw MDNI. unedited. 、 established relationship 、mirror sex 、semi-public sex 、reader physically smaller 、mild titplay 、 squirting 、aventurine referred to as “kakavasha” once or so 、a bit of choking 、nicknames used ( baby, sweetheart, more ! ) 、more tba !

note﹒hi hii ! ! decided to change things up w my formatting . . . since the last one wasn’t that good so i hope this new format it looks fine :3 this is a lil short but it’s oki ! ! | reblogs are highly appreciated ! if you want to talk to me, send a rq or thirst . . . feel free to send me an ask ! — millie ♡

it was another day of spending time with your husband, of course . . . he spoiled you a shit ton today, even though you scolded him not to ! but of course, he wouldn’t listen. hmph, typical. you were both in one of the big changing rooms in your favourite place to shop at, examining the dress that hugged your body, the coldness of the room making you shiver. “hmm . . .” you hummed, raising a brow as you took a step closer to the mirror, “ . . aven, i’m not sure about this dress.” you murmured, glancing at your beloved husband staring at you in pure awe, ugh . . he was like a puppy. it was cute.

aventurine whistled, his rough fingertips tracing the outline of your ass, smirking when he felt you jump. “i like it, i guess you don’t then,” he chuckled with a shrug, taking a step closer. “maybe try another one on and see how it looks, maybe something a bit looser, if you prefer. but to me, i like this one.”

“babe, you said that with the five other dresses i tried on earlier.”

“ . . . so?”

“sooo which means that . . . you need to be more with me, you can’t just say “yes it looks good” every single time, y’know . . . i need your honest opinion.” you spoke, crossing your arms.

“well, you did look good in all those dresses you tried on earlier, even this one you still look as beautiful as ever.” aventurine’s pretty eyes roamed over your body with admiration. "your body is perfect just the way it is." aventurine reached out, gently cupping one of your round breasts through the thin material of your dress. "and if anything, you're just getting even more beautiful with each passing day." he leaned in close, nuzzling your neck as he whispered into your ear, " . . mm . . but if you want to look extra hot, maybe we should find something that shows off your cute breasts over here. maybe . . one that allows them to spill right out—“

“kakavasha.”

“what? i was only telling the truth, sweetheart. can’t handle it?”

the dress surely was stunning, accentuating every part of you. but there was something missing . . . like something else needed to be added. hm . . you weren’t sure what. could it be the color? maybe it wasn’t your color? you just weren’t sure. a hand ran through your hair again, slowly trailing down towards the fat of your ass . . . feeling a small yet sharp slap that stung your skin. “you really can’t decide? just get all of them, love. you know i can afford them. unless . . you want me to tell you how i feel about this dress in specific . . both on and off. would that be to your liking?” that smug lil’ smirk on his face . . . you knew exactly what he meant by that. it was risky, but hey . . . you didn’t mind that. you nodded, raising a brow with a smile.

aventurine’s eyes darted over your figure, lingering on the swell of your breasts beneath the dress you wore, he could feel his cock stirring in his pants, straining against the fabric of his boxers. aventurine silently cursed his weakness, his thoughts betraying him at the most inopportune time. “mmh . . . let’s start here.” your husband’s fingers tickled your chin, facing you to the mirror infront of you, as if he wanted you to watch every single thing he does. gripping your hips, he pressed your body firmly against the cold mirror . . his fingers moved deftly, reaching down to flip your dress upwards, sliding his eager digits within your heat . . stroking your wet slit.

“aven . . .” a breathy whimper slipped between your lips as aventurine pressed his thumb against your clit, his other fingers dipping into your folds. He could feel her body respond to his touch, your hips bucking slightly as you tried stifling moans.

“mm . . this dress presents you so well, angel. i like the fabric used . . i also like how these present these tits of yours. ‘s fucking pretty. you can’t expect me to not look at them, can you, baby?” he teased, his fingers brushing over your nipples gently. “if you ever wore this at an important gathering . . fuck. i’d get hard so quick,” his voice . . . goodness his voice. he was so close to you, his body pressed firmly against yours, rubbing his cock against your backside. “speaking of that . . look how hard you made me, baby. just ‘cuz i saw you in this pretty dress.”

the gambler trapped you close against the mirror, cock twitching at the sight of your breasts pressing against the cold surface. his eyes darkened, desire burning in his depths as he looked at the reflection of his wife. your breathing hitched, eyes half-closed, and lips parted in need. "fuck, baby . . . you're driving me insane," aventurine growled, his voice desperate and thick with lust. he adjusted the dress, pulling it down just enough to reveal more of your breasts . . . mouth watering at the sight, his cock throbbing painfully in response. “i’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy . . kay? i’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy.” aventurine’s skilled hands wrapped themselves around your throat, applying pressure with a squeeze. “. . . ‘gonna fuck you hard against this mirror until we get kicked out, kay?”

“ . . okay . . “

“good girl.” his hand squeezed around your neck once more as his cock slid smoothly into your wet heat. his breath hitched as he felt your warmth enveloping him, your wet heat surrounding his dick. your moans and his groans bounced off the walls of the fitting room, not caring if anyone was waiting outside to try on their own clothes . . that’s their problem! “oh baby . . . i will never stop fucking this cunt of yours.” aventurine groaned deeply, losing all control within his nerves as they were all conveyed by pure lust for you. the sounds of the mall faded away, replaced by the slap of your bodies connecting, the soft gasps and whimpers escaping both of you and him.

"this fuckin’ dress . . . fuck i’m gonna ruin it. ruin you, baby.” the gambler breathed raggedly, rough hands gripping your thighs tightly as he pounded into you with no avail or intention of stopping, his eyes locked on the reflection, watching himself taking his pretty wife in the sexiest dress he’d ever seen. “watch me while i fuck you, my little wife. do you see my cock sliding in and out of you? ‘s good . . isn’t it?”

"god, yes!" you cried out, clenching your fists against the mirror, your husband’s eyes locked on the image of your plump tits bouncing with each thrust with your face flushed with passion. “more, aven . . more more more !” goodness . . . you were almost certain that people from the outside heard you both fuckin’ and getting it down in there. in full honesty . . . aventurine didn't care who heard, he didn't care about the consequences. all he cared about was satisfying his desperate hunger for you, feeling your body clench around him. oh . . the way your heat enveloped his member like a blanket drove him crazy. it took every ounce of control left in his body to not cum instantly . . wanting to savour the moment more.

“a—aven i’m gonna cum . . .”

“yeah? cum, angel. cum on my cock . . maybe cum on the mirror too . . give the workers a hard time cleaning our intimacy.” he chuckled, landing a swift smack to your ass. fuck, the sensation was too much for you. your orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave, overwhelming you completely. with a gasp, you squirted all over the mirror, milking your husbands cock as you did so . . . your vision swam with pleasure, mind hazy with orgasmic bliss. “well then . .” aventurine spoke again, grunting when he emptied himself into you. “did that prove anything? prove how much i liked this dress . . ?”

“sh—shit . . mm . . yes, yes it did . .”

“good. then let’s get this one then, baby. can’t wait to completely ruin you again in this dress when we get home.”

#millie’s writings ✔︎#aventurine . . i luv him <3 #he is so dangerous . . . :3 #honkai star rail #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #hsr #aventurine smut #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you

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antiquarianfics · 5 months ago

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Accidental pt. 4

What happens when you accidentally kidnap the exact man you were looking for?

pairing: mob!bucky x reader

warning(s): canon level violence, kidnapping, profanity

a/n: it’s my birthday, so let’s celebrate with their date 🤭

You do not have permission to copy, translate, or repost my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and reblog.

part 3

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"Oh, and one more thing," you say, catching the man's attention before he gets back into the SUV. He raises an eyebrow, you smirk. "Tell James he better damn well bring flowers."

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You sigh as you stare at your reflection in the mirror, smoothing out your blouse. You turn to the side to see the back of your outfit and straighten back out again.

“You’re wearing pants to a fancy date with a crime lord?” Ellie asks, judgement lacing her question. You turn and raise an eyebrow at her, crossing the room to find the loafers you planned to wear.

“Yeah. Problem?” You ask, not really caring about Ellie’s opinion of your date attire. After all, it’s really more of a business transaction than a date.

“Yes! He’s probably expecting a dress, heels! Something low cut! You’re supposed to look sexy! You,” she pauses, gesturing to your body with an exasperated hand motion, “look like a JCPenney commercial.”

You scoff, a smirk teasing your lips. “Ellie, I don’t care. First of all, I can run a hell of a lot easier in loafers than heels, in slacks than a dress. Second of all,” you pick up your handgun where it lie on your dresser and check the safety, “I can’t hide this as easily in a dress.” Once you’re satisfied the safety is on, you tuck the gun away in the back of your pants, pulling your blouse back down over it. You look in the mirror again and fiddle with the tucking.

“Should I French tuck this?”

“Yes,” Ellie says distractedly before continuing. “But, Y/N, this guy is dangerous. You should play it safe. It’s just a date, so be who he obviously wants you to be.”

You sigh, turning back around to look your sister in the eyes.

“Ellie,” you say, tone dead serious. “Why are you so afraid of him? What did he do to you?”

Ellie blanches and doesn’t say anything. You sigh again turning back around to the mirror to fiddle with your hair, making sure it’s out of your face.

“I never saw him,” Ellie says suddenly. You watch her through the mirror where she sits on your bed staring at her hands. “I never saw him,” she starts again, “but I don’t think I was important enough for him to spare me his attention.

“I was at home making dinner when his men came for me. There was knock on the door, and when I answered, they stuck a bag over my head. Next thing I knew, I was in a dank, small room. There was a mattress on the floor for me to sleep, a toilet. Nothing else. I was there for maybe two days before someone came for me. I was taken to a conference room. There was a man there. I forget his name, but he was tall. Blond. He asked if I knew why I was there, I said I did, and he asked if I had any way to repay what I owed.”

“What did you owe?”

“750,000 dollars.”

“Ellie! How do you—? What? How?” You’re shocked, unable to comprehend how your baby sister could owe anyone so much.

“I… I met this guy, Zemo. We were just friends, but he started taking me around his friends. His friends hung out in these speakeasy type clubs. They played poker and stuff. I don’t know. I usually just watched, but after a few times, they talked me into it. Told me it was easy money, and, Y/N, I needed the money! So, I played, and I was doing really well. So I kept playing long after Zemo and his buddies left. I made so much down there, but I got too cocky and I lost an all-or-nothing. I played again to try and win it back, but it was like I’d lost my mojo, like I’d been playing on beginner’s luck.”

“Ellie,” you say sympathetically.

“I was $750,000 in debt and I couldn’t pay it, but the man I’d lost to—I think he felt bad—he said I could have 72 hours to get him his money. If I didn’t get him the money in time…” She trails off and you realize you’re clenching your jaw. You consciously unclench it. Ellie takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly. “He said if I didn’t get the money to him in 72 hours he would just have to find another way for me to pay him back. I don’t really know what he meant by that.

Anyway, the blond man asked if I could repay the money. I said no. He looked… sympathetic? He told me I’d have to go back to the cell until they could find use for me. I was there until they brought me home.”

You sit next to her on the bed, circling your arm around her. “Elle, I’m so sorry. I wish you’d come to me for help. I would’ve helped.”

“You don’t have that money, either. Plus, you are helping.”

“I guess.”

“What time is it?”

“6:30.”

“Are you nervous?” Ellie asks.

“I accidentally kidnapped the most powerful man in the city and threatened his life, sis. I’m not nervous at all,” you say sarcastically.

Ellie opens her mouth to respond but is cut off by the ringing of your doorbell and a knock on the door. The two of you exchange a surprised look and you double check your watch: 6:34.

“He’s early,” you say, standing as you take a deep breath and try to swallow your nerves.

“Hey, you’ve got this. I know it,” Ellie reassures you, but she makes no move to follow you as you leave the room and go to make good on your end of yours and James’ bargain. You’re settling her debt and she makes no further move to support you.

You sigh as you reach the front door, swallowing your nerves and the tiny bit of resentment for your sister forming. Swinging the door open, you come face to face with the same man you had kidnapped and assaulted the day before: James Barnes.

James is looking around him when you open the door, but his attention is immediately on you as the door opens. His striking blue eyes meet yours, take in your person, and meet your eyes again. He grins.

“You look beautiful, Doll,” he says. He sounds breathless, completely blown away. You give him a questioning look, still so unsure of his motives.

“Thank you. You clean up nice. Not being tied up to a chair suits you,” you say. Your words come out funny. The ‘thank you’ sounds somewhat genuine but the compliment comes out somewhat strained, like you’re not sure you should be saying it.

James ignores your tone and lets his grin widen. He then takes a hand out from behind his back—you hadn’t even noticed his hand was behind his back—and hands you a bouquet of blue hyacinths. You just stare at them for a while as your brain attempts to catch up with your eyes.

“You actually brought flowers.”

“You threatened me again,” he teases.

“James, I…” You trail off, speechless. You wonder how you keep getting away with threatening him. Most people would be, at best, locked away, at worst, dead.

“Bucky.”

“What?”

“My name,” he says, “is Bucky.”

You let your eyes trail from the hyacinths up to his eyes (you can’t help but notice they’re the same color), and you think that he looks shy—timid. James—Bucky—looks like he is nervous to ask you to call him by this other name.

“Bucky?” You ask, and, against your better judgment, as you ask it, you pull back your front door and step aside, inviting him into your home. He looks equally surprised you’d do such a thing, but he enters, taking a few steps into the corridor before pausing to look around and to wait on you. You close the door behind you and lead him to the kitchen where you pull out a vase for the flowers.

“Yeah,” he says. “It’s—erm—a nickname. It’s what my friends call me.”

“We’re friends?” You ask skeptically.

“Well, no, but we’re going on a date. ‘James’ is just a little formal,” he says, wrinkling his nose at his own name.

You offer him a friendly smile (which surprises you). “Well, Bucky, you’re lucky I’m ready because you’re, like, half an hour early.”

Bucky has the decency to look embarrassed, but he ignores the accusation. “Well,” he says instead, “shall we go?”

You nod and follow him out to his car. Once you make it to the vehicle, Bucky opens the car door for you, carefully shutting it behind you. He takes his spot in the driver’s seat a moment later.

You let out a breathy laugh and he side eyes you as he starts the car.

“What?”

“Nothing! I just sort of expected you to have a driver. You’re just… surprising.”

He smiles at your admission. “Careful, Doll. Someone might think you like me.”

“Doubtful.”

It’s not a long drive to what is certainly a high class establishment—an establishment nicer than any you’ve been to before. Bucky gets out of the car, rushing to let you out. As you get out of the car, he offers his keys to the valet and his arm to you. You glance briefly at his arm and give him an annoyed look as you loop your arm through his.

Bucky escorts you to the double glass doors that lead to the restaurant where a doorman waits to open the door for you. You say “thank you” as you pass and Bucky gives you an unreadable look. Then, once inside the restaurant, Bucky whispers something to the host who nods and leads you towards the back and up some stairs that lead to a glass enclosed landing where two guards stand on either side of the door leading to the rooftop seating. Bucky lets go of your arm and steps forward as the male security guard mirrors him. The guard pats Bucky down, finds a handgun tucked away in a holster at his waist, takes it, and then allows him to step to the side so that you may take your turn.

Your breathing picks up ever so slightly as you watch Bucky get frisked, especially once you realize they’re going to frisk you, too. You start to worry when you realize they’re going to find a weapon on you—how is that going to play out? Will Bucky go back on his word? Will he kill you? Then, when they take away Bucky’s weapon, you remind yourself to breathe normally and regain some confidence. He brought a gun, too: he doesn’t trust you and you don’t trust him.

You step forward, making eye contact with Bucky the whole time. You hold your arms out ever so slightly as the female guard steps forward to frisk you. You raise an eyebrow—maybe you’re challenging him to do something—when the guard finds your gun and pulls it out of your waistband. She holds it up and offers you a “seriously?” look, which you see in your peripheral. You shrug at her, eyes still on Bucky. He’s smirking.

The two of you are then led by the host through the guarded door to a single table that sits on the balcony. The balcony has been well decorated with myriad plants and string lights. There’s soft music playing in the background. Bucky pulls out a chair for you and you sit, watching as he takes the seat across from you. The two of you just watch each other as the host offers you menus and promises a waiter will be with you soon. Once the host is gone, the two of you sit, watching, waiting.

“Lovely weather we’re having,” you finally say, picking up the menu. If he isn’t going to say anything, you decide, you’re going to play coy.

Bucky raises his eyebrows, letting out a laugh and looking away before returning is gaze to you.

“You brought a gun to our date,” he says.

“So did you,” you reply, still looking at the menu. “Is the chicken alfredo any good here?”

“What for?” He asks, ignoring the alfredo question.

You sigh, setting down the menu. “Why did you?”

“You held me at gunpoint the last time we met. How was I to know you wouldn’t try to finish the job?”

“I held you at gunpoint the last time we met, but I had you tied up. How was I to know you wouldn’t take the shot now that your hands aren’t tied?”

“We’re here because I already shot my shot.”

“Clever.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I’ve given you every reason to.”

He laughs humorlessly. “If I wanted to hurt you, don’t you think I would have done it already?”

“Why am I here, James? Why don’t you want to hurt me? Aren’t you supposed to be some big, scary crime lord? Because you’re not living up to your name.”

Bucky clenches his jaw and looks away. You think you’ve maybe finally struck a nerve, finally gone too far.

“Have you ever once considered, Y/N, that maybe—just maybe—I’m a person, too? Did you ever think you were capable of threatening someone’s life until necessity made you?” You flinch. He notices. “I have a shitty job. I do shitty things. I do even shittier things to even shittier people. But it’s the job I was given, the job I have, and the job I do. Maybe I’m a monster, a freak, an emotionless robot, but maybe that’s just what I have to be so I don’t go crazy. At the end of the day, I’m just a man who wants to live his life, so forgive me for wanting to do that.”

Bucky is breathing erratically. He’s worked up. You stare, mouth slightly agape, surprised. You have a feeling he’s felt this way a while and never had the chance to voice it, but you also realize that your existence in his life might be more to him than just some girl who wants her sister back, some girl who extorted him.

“You actually like me,” you say, genuinely surprised.

He looks at you, eyes softening and looking a little embarrassed.

“Yeah.”

“You’ve got terrible taste.”

He laughs. “That so?”

“I never even introduced myself. You clearly only know my name because you know who my sister is and put two and two together. I’ve been terrible to you. I mean, I have my totally logical and understandable reasons, but I’ve been terrible.”

“That’s true, but I was holding your sister hostage. Not the best conditions. I’m sure she’s thrilled about all this.” He gestures to the table in front of you, the two of you.

“She recognizes I’m cleaning up her mess.”

Bucky looks at you, expression sad.

“Cleaning up her mess,” he repeats quietly. “You don’t have to do this,” he says, louder, more confident.

“What?”

“This date. You don’t want to be here. You’re not interested. I get it. You’re cleaning up your sister’s mess. You can just go,” he says, looking far off onto the horizon. “Don’t worry about Ellie. Her debt’s forgotten.”

You don’t move. You sit, you stare, you chew your lip, and you consider the man in front of you. You consider the handsome, powerful, sad man in front of you who—to your surprise—is genuinely interested in you. You make a decision.

You hear your chair scrape against the floor as you stand up and start to walk back towards the door. You take a few steps past Bucky, turn around, and walk back to the table. You stop right beside Bucky and hold out your hand. Bucky looks at your hand outstretched to him and trails his eyes up to you, and you watch as he carefully searches your face.

“Hi,” you say, smiling. “I’m Y/N. Mind if I join you for dinner?”

Bucky’s face breaks out into a grin as he takes your hand, grasping it firmly as he shakes it. “Bucky,” he greets, playing along. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

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toskarin · 2 months ago

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hey rin, a friend of mine enjoys composing music digitally and has a lot of respect for you as someone with more experience with that sort of thing. he has a hard time convincing the people around him to listen to the things he makes, in both the "finding an audience" way and "getting the people around him to give him their opinion on something he's working on way," and he wanted me to ask you if you could speak on your own experiences with those problems and how you've dealt with them. less related, he was also curious about your inspirations for the music that you make. i know this is a lot to cover, so if it would be easier for you to speak with him directly then please let me know

so I'll open by saying that, as far as people who can give good advice on this go, I'm probably not one of those. a lot of what I do only works because of some specific problems with my brain that are oddly adaptive to this sort of thing

that being said, this is a bit of the "tough love" kind of advice for surviving as an artist, so I'll make a second reblog for the second half of the question

this is either advice that will work or a ramble that will lead your friend to making his life unbearable, so look before you leap

The Easy Section, or "You've Gotta Be a Bit of a Tradie"

let's go over the business stuff quickly before I start rambling at length about the boring stuff

learn to love the work itself. "find a job you enjoy and you'll never work a day in your life" is garbage, but creative work really is the one area where you should double down on this. kick back and bump your own album on release day, thinking about how every second of it is something that didn't exist before you put it together. this is what's gonna keep you above water when the wind is dead

get on bandcamp. there is nowhere better for small musicians right now. bandcamp is basically the last remaining website with an effective suggestion algorithm that caters to people who want to actively engage with music and buy it

consider getting on instagram. in the majority of places you're likely to live if you're reading this, the local music scene is on instagram. probably don't use your personal instagram for this

consider getting on soundcloud. you won't make sales through soundcloud, because it's a streaming-focused site (more on that in a moment) with a focus on passive listening, but it's pretty decent for networking, especially with digital music production. soundcloud is linkedin for deadbeats

stay off spotify. streaming generally isn't worth the trouble these days unless you're playing concerts or are otherwise already established. if you aren't uttering the words "you can find me on..." more than once a month, it's probably not worth pursuing a spotify presence to end that sentence with

self-promote. if you have platforms, use them. find the subreddit for your genre and post yourself on the self-promo day. consider posting some bandcamp album codes when you do this, not just so you can get word of mouth, but because someone having an album in their collection means you effectively have a permanent zero-cost advertisement for your music which will only show itself to people who are verifiably looking at something similar. companies pay dizzying sums for ads that couldn't dream of being this targetted. this is a big reason why bandcamp is THE place to be for small musicians

cross-promote and collab. work with your friends. if you don't have musician friends, go make some and then help each other out. "independent" music is a misnomer

blind yourself to the metrics. do not look at engagement metrics. pay them no mind at all. don't look at them unless you're trying to see how effective a specific, deliberate course of action was and already know what you want to find

remember that strangers are unknowable. people do things for arbitrary reasons. if you don't have someone giving you written feedback, don't make any assumptions at all about why they did something. skipped tracks and minimum-price pwyws mean nothing at all

present your stuff in a way that gives it context. why should someone care about your stuff? give them a reason. carve out an hour to really work on a nice album cover, go the extra mile and include track-by-track narrative with your dungeon synth album, or just describe what you're expecting people to buy. I firmly believe that NOMAD/VIRTUE was successful in large part because of its presentation

gimmick. gimmick gimmick gimmick. discount codes are more fun than automatic discounts, free album codes are more fun than free albums, contests are more fun than giveaways, so on so forth. lacking any physical goodies to bundle in, you should still endeavour to give people Something To Do that makes them feel like they're really engaging with your music

zero expectations, zero overhead. do not rely on the whims of complete strangers to justify whether or not you end up in the red. if you ever find yourself saying something like "I can afford to pay for a session musician because I'll just make it back" you can't afford to pay for a session musician. you're probably never getting bailed out if you eat a loss, so try not to put yourself in a situation where you can eat a loss to begin with

someone else's expectations, someone else's overhead. if someone else is paying you to make this music for a soundtrack or something, if (and ONLY if) you have the money in your hand and know you have it, you're no longer gambling. at this point, you can start to look at expenses as investment

now onto the less fun stuff. here's where I ramble for like an hour at you.

if there's one thing I've really had hammered in over my decade-odd as a somewhat commercial artist (in all the disciplines I've worked with, which is most of them), it's that you have to be a bit of a bitch about it sometimes

that nagging fear in the back of your head that you're annoying? it's stopping you from doing what you need to do: annoy people

with that being said, this next section is kind of...

The Rough Section, or "You've Gotta Be a Little Hard-headed"

at the end of the day, you'll often find that you are your only advocate, and that means you kinda have to get your foot slammed in a few doors if that means holding them open. this also unfortunately means that you've gotta convince yourself you're pretty good. you don't have to think you're great, but confidence is a trade skill

the last opinion people see before the first time consciously engaging with your work (which here means "the thing that primes them for how they feel about it") is yours

which brings us to the first uncomfy rule

absolutely no cutting yourself down before anyone else even gets a swing

you can be modest if you want (you don't have to), but you absolutely cannot prime people to see the flaws in your work. if 50% of people are discerning enough to notice a flaw, why make that number 100%? what do you gain from that?

if something isn't as finished as you'd have liked it to be, but you've pushed it out the door anyway (which you will sometimes have to do), you absolutely cannot prime people to consider it unfinished

if the thing is still being worked on, there's nothing wrong with being forthcoming about that, but the fastest way to make someone think of something as "inferior product" when they otherwise would never have reached that conclusion is by telling them it is

and that, of course, leads us into a bit of an inversion of the previous rule

absolutely do not take the majority of your validation from strangers

doing this is bad for a million reasons, but I see the worst of this in visual arts, where artists double down on what gets them the most engagements and lay themselves at the mercy of complete strangers who have no actual investment in them

of course, it's normal to desire validation and approval from people you respect, but if you put yourself in a position where it's possible to enter a negative feedback loop that crystallises into you no longer making art from the default response of neutral apathy from strangers, it's not a matter of when: it's going to happen to you one day

so what's the move here? spend 8 years making music you don't release like you're in a compressed time chamber? probably not. I did it that way, but I didn't get much out of it, so you probably won't either

the actual answer is that you've gotta network. you need an inner circle. you need people with shared interests so that you can gas each other's stuff up

just like everyone else, you need your friends

you need to have friends who care about you, about what you're doing, and you need to care about them and what they're doing

this is because, while self-confidence is important...

the majority of your external validation as an artist should come from your friends and peers, not strangers

it's important to have artist friends, because then you can encourage each other in ways that are personally meaningful, but having your friends behind you, whether or not they're musicians, is so incredibly important

if you're motivated exclusively by success, however you're choosing to measure that, what you're actually doing is forming a nightmarish parasocial relationship with the concept of a crowd. not even a real crowd! a fictional group that materialises when you've created "the conditions for success"

there is no such thing as a truly independent artist. if your understanding of artistic success requires competition against others, you're going to lose that competition and then explode (unfortunately common)

finding your audience as an artist (and mind you, art is a social field) is very much a process of networking, but it feels gross to say it that way, so I'll just leave that at "if you want to be known by others, you need to be willing to know others"

anyway, this doesn't really terminate in a complete sentiment. I was just transcribing a train of though

if I were to boil this down to a shorter, snappier answer that I could read comfortably read out, it'd be...

TL;DR

the process of finding an audience is so much less about actually finding one than it is about learning to create happily whether or not you have an audience. developing an audience is the largely incidental byproduct of long-term creative efforts coupled with self-advocacy and interpersonal networking

if you want to be found by a scene, you have to participate in a scene, and if you want to participate in a scene, you need to be in the scene. so on so forth

as stupid as it might sound when I put it into words, the truth is that you can't build any kind of audience in isolation. someone has to find you somehow, and it's a lot easier to be found if you're actually somewhere that people might look

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1dcommunityficrecs · 8 months ago

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Historical AUs!

We have 26 incredible fics submitted to this list, stretching from the fifth century up to the 1990s. We have stories that fit into just over 2,000 words, and others that are more than 200,000! This list includes one LiLo fic, and we also have our first ever non-English rec, with a French language fic -- truly the language of love.

To all my fellow history lovers, it's time to go apeshit. Read, reblog, comment, kudos, bookmark, tell your friends, all that jazz -- your local fanfic writer appreciates it!

Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds (88649, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Violence, bullying, homophobia, slurs

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

Reccer says: The beautifully chosen words, the captivating story, the queer joy!!!

Unrequited by babyhoneyhslt (144000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Omega Prince Harry is send to France to marry Prince Louis, but instead of the nice boy he knew when they were children, he is met with a cold and distant husband and no idea as to why.

Reccer says: It was so interesting to follow along with this and try to figure out why Louis was behaving this way. And then later see them fall in love. Really liked it and can't recommend it enough.

Danger I can’t hide by CelticSky (227290, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: War, homophobia

Flying Officer Styles and Sergeant Tomlinson would have likely never crossed paths in a time of peace, their lives laid out neatly, predictably before them. But then the world became unrecognisable. Too soon they grew accustomed to fear, surrounded by death and destruction, not even their freedom a certainty any more. Until they found each other. Comfort. Companionship. Understanding. Another person to lose.

Reccer says: It's one of those fics that I'd describe as monumental, masterful, epic. In my opinion, it should be made into a film, and brought to everyone's attention. The script is brilliant and relentless. The characters are subtle and nuanced. The writing is exemplary. A masterpiece.

Secrets in Winter by softfonds (82582, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.

Reccer says: I loved the plot and the character development of the main pairing.

A cycle of recycled revenge by Brokenbeaks (103302, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Foxburgh, England, 1983. In the heat of summer, wreathed by pastures, rolling knolls, and thatched-roof cottages, Louis takes on a new job: caretaking for a recently blinded man named Harry. As it begins, what seems like a simple task turns into a quest that costs him every last bit of his pride and tolerance. Harry is, in practice, a two-legged curse. And Louis is just gonna have to put up with it. Or: The one where Harry likes to infuriate Louis almost as much as he enjoys straddling his lap.

Reccer says: Absolutely excellent. I was a bit worried about how Harry's blindness would be handled, but it was done wonderfully. Perfect fic. Perfect writing. Perfect plot.

Through Lonely Streets and Neon Lights by Sweetly_disposed (25107, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1920's era, Great Gatsby inspired. Harry is a poor boy living in the South Village. Every night he watches the North City come alive and longs of crossing the river to be a part of it and escape his dreary life. The infamous Mr Tomlinson lives across the river from Harry. His parties are the stuff of legend; people on both sides know about them, and all Harry wants is a chance to go to one. When fate swings his way and he finds himself in Mr Tomlinson's house, he gets much more than he could ever have bargained for.

Reccer says:

Chasing empty spaces by Lis (Domesticharry) (79028, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

Reccer says: This fic is simply magnificent. A must read

An invincible Summer by Brooklyn_Babylon (44627, Explicit, Harry Styles Louis Tomlinson)

Never content to stay in one place for long, a few months down south researching for his novel seemed like an idyllic, slow-paced summer to Louis. He wasn't ready for the blistering heat, the backbreaking work of watermelon picking, or how stifling the attitudes in rural Georgia would feel. And he definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with the farmer’s son. The summer of 1946 would turn out to be everything worth writing about.

Reccer says:

Box of Rain by Indierection (amandamoraisa) (26631, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1970 AU, Louis is a boxer and Harry a ring boy

Reccer says: The era is well transcribed (the way of life, the music), and the story is very charming.

Cela aussi passera (French-language fic) by Hazzunah (110721, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1993: Louis is 16. It's summertime, by a lake in France. He meets Harry. 1999: Louis is in Japan; he hasn't seen Harry for 6 years, since that fateful summer. He thought he'd lost him forever.

Reccer says: For years, I've been reading only in English, but there's still the odd French fic that I come across that's really good. "This too shall pass" is one of them. It's set in the 90s, it's beautifully written, it's moving, and the characters are well characterized. For me, it's a gem. So I recommend it. For anyone who can read in French.

You Make The World Taste Better by LiveLaughLoveLarry/loveislarryislove (10000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Harassment and threats from the rival baker, culminating in physical violence and a grisly end in keeping with the fairy tale

A twist on Hansel and Gretel as a rivalry between bakers, based on Hans Traxler’s fictional non-fictional text "The Truth About Hansel and Gretel"

Reccer says: This fic is such a wild adaptation of a story almost everyone knows, capturing both the sweet (literally, since Harry is a baker haha) elements and also the darkness of the tale.

No One Like You by myownspark (20000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles were noted painters in the 19th century. Louis was a Neoclassicist, Harry a Romantic -- totally different, nothing in common, no connection. But centuries later, art historians Niall and Liam find something that suggests perhaps the two were more intertwined than people think.

Reccer says: I love the parallel timelines, watching Louis and Harry's relationship develop and fracture and heal at the same time as watching Niall and Liam discover things. We see pieces of history they're trying to puzzle together, and then we see the history as it happened, what it really was and what it meant to them.

Bloom by LadyAJ_13 (28909, Teen, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Non-graphic violence, period-typical attitudes

In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne.

Reccer says: This was an incredible, atmospheric, moody historical mystery fic. Topped off with a lovely, happy ending that had me tearing up.

Under Electric Candlelight by littleroverlouis (5051, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

In the 1970s, small town veterinarian Louis moves to NYC and meets a beauty at the bar named H who sometimes goes by Lola.

Reccer says: So immersive you feel like you're in 1970s Manhattan. The characters are truly electric and lovely.

this is my jam by disgruntledkittenface (4513, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Harry goes to a gay bathhouse for the first time. 90s AU.

Reccer says: This story is so much more than it first appears. I could feel the atmosphere and the emotion of the moment of the characters finding a freedom that didn't exist for them outside of the bathhouse's walls. It's an absolutely beautiful (and hot) exploration of such a specific time and place. So layered and thoughtful and hopeful and real.

After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen (71440, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Kidnapping, battlefield

Louis Tomlinson is the mysterious commander of the Sutherland army sent back with Harry on orders from his laird to help shore up Clan Edwards' defenses. As the winter draws nearer by the day, the two are thrown together to prepare for the invasion that they expect as soon as the ground thaws.

Reccer says: This fic just sweeps you away to the Scottish Highlands! Such a fun historical romance!

the sanctity of patience by scrunchyharry (22521, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

When young Lord Harry was chosen by King Louis of Bavaria to become his husband and prince consort, Harry thought all of his dreams had come through. His illusions came crashing down when he understood it meant living in isolation in the alpine castle of Neuschwanstein with a husband who turned out to be far from what he had hoped for.

Reccer says: The writing is gorgeous and immersive. The characters are so vivid and I loved the way their journey to love played out.

Ace of Spades by allwaswell16 (78000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: depictions of violence, drug use

Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

Reccer says: Once I started reading, I couldn't put it down. The plot twists! The suspense! The intrigue!

Adore You by Isthatyoularry (66979, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Arrange marriage AU, Harry initially hates Louis and their arrangement but goes along with it for the summer. Louis is perfect for him tho, as much as harry hates to admit it. They last.

Reccer says: The word building. Stubborn harry. Pining louis. Catching feelings. Hate to love.

We Can Find a Place to Feel Good by yeah_alright/uhoh-but-yeah-alright (8000, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

1960s AU inspired by Treat People With Kindness. Harry attends school dances over the years, meeting Louis and learning more about himself and what he loves.

Reccer says: Just so completely sweet and hopeful! Captures the vibe of the song so well!

The Garden Part 1 by Throwthemflowers/hazzabeeforlou (13000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Major character death, war

Biblical AU - 5th Century. A prince (Louis) falls in love with his father’s musician (Harry) in the midst of war.

Reccer says: This story is so hard to describe (it's Part 1 of a truly incredible 3-part series) but it's intense and brilliant and epic. The love here is all consuming and it comes through in the writing. Completely unique.

Ever Since I Tried Your Way by fairytalefemme (25896, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: internalized homophobia

40s/50s AU. Harry leaves his bride-to-be at the altar, runs away from his life, and finds a kind farmer who lets him stay.

Reccer says: Such a sweet, tender exploration of love and self.

With Words Unspoken by jacaranda_bloom (18000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Older Louis and Harry. 50ish Louis returns to a cabin he'd visited many years before and it's a hippie commune type place where he finds Harry.

Reccer says: It just made me SO HAPPY. Peaceful and lovely.

1957: here to take my medicine by zita17/louisandtheaquarian (2652, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Beat poets Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles blow off some steam before a reading.

Reccer says: Literally transports you to this particular time and place. And so so hot.

The murmur of yearning by Mediawhore (93300, Mature, Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Rape/non-con attempts, death of character, slurs etc

Harry upon the death of his husband he was forced to marry find companionship and support in the arms of Land steward mr. tomlinson. Together they try to prove harry didnt murder his husband.

Reccer says: Regency era. Dark academia. Mystery and suspense. Forbidden love trope. The angst and mutual pining. Harry in corsets!

Love you in the dark by Perzikze (9225, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Dubious consent i think, loss of virginity

Story of a historical wedding night. Innocent Harry has no idea what goes down during the wedding night; Louis eases him through it.

Reccer says: Innocent harry. Supportive Louis. It's adorable and sexy at once!

Stay tuned for the next list theme! It's similar... but different... ;)

#rec list #category 5 #historical au #one direction #louis tomlinson #harry styles #liam payne #niall horan #zayn malik #1dsource #1dficvillage #ficsfor4am #tracksintheam #trackinghome #allwaswell16 #alwaysxlarrie #1d rare pairs #hlcreators #girl direction source

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lady-zoras-artroom · 5 months ago

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Here's a fun ShadAmy moment I cookied up just after looking at cute ShadAmy Art of Shadow smiling and Amy being mesmerized by it!

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"You deserve everything Good!!!" Amy shouts from behind the black hedgehog. Her shout came from the depths of her heart.

Shadow stopped when he heard her. Still and silent like a statue with the exception of a small ear twitch. His heart beated a little louder from what the pink hedgehog shouted echoed in his head.

Taking the chance now since he stopped, Amy takes a step as she continued.

"You deserve happiness! You deserve to smile! To wake up and feel the welcoming warmth of the sun in the mornings!" Amy stands in front of the ebony hedgehog with defiance blocking his way.

"Friendly greetings from friends, savoring delicious meals with them, going on walks, just living a peaceful life," The pink hedgehog added. Clasping her hands together she softly smiled as her emerald gaze shimmered with empathy and compassion.

"You deserve the world, Shadow."

Shadow was stunned.

He could feel the beating of his heart growing louder. His mind swirled with rampant thoughts and his emotions burst left and right.

When he came to, he avoided her caring eyes. The silence lasted for a while as he waited to see if she would turn away from him. Give up on him. Leave him.

But when he glanced back to see she was still there, waiting so patiently with such understanding, he could feel his cheeks warm and his heart beating the loudest than it ever had. The stoic hedgehog tries to regain his composure all while trying to hold back his response, yet he felt his lips move on their own. A quiet whisper leaves with his very breath.

"It's you who deserves the world."

Amy tilted her head, swearing she did hear Shadow whisper something. She comes a little closer, curious about what he whispered. "Hm? What did you say?"

In response Shadow stiffen. His mind racked with many words at the speed of light. Is he overthinking it? Maybe, he should just be honest with her. She never once judged him and was always asking for his opinion.

"You deserve the world more than I," He spoke softly yet was firm. "If not, I can make the whole Universe yours. Just ask me and I will."

Amy was so caught off guard she held her cheeks as they burned a bright pink. "D-don't says things like that!!!" She squeaked.

Shadow chuckled from her reaction, finding delight by her little squeak and body language.

"STOP LAUGHING!!" The pink hedgehog’s squeaks more with a stomp of her boot. Her cheeks puff as she crossed her arms with a little huff. Adorable!

"This is supposed to be about you." She mumbles.

Shadow's chuckles came to a soft sigh. Easing out, he makes direct eye contact with the shorter pink hedgehog. "If I do deserve the world, then you deserve more than just the Universe."

He reached out to grab Amy's hand.

The pink hedgehog immediately took his hand feeling his grip was firm, yet gentle and mindful. She felt him pull her closer only to feel him breath in her ear as he tenderly spoke.

"You deserve everything beyond the Universe."

Her ears twitched upward, her face glowed brightly like the rose she is named after. Her heart pounded her chest as she soaked in such tender words and an alluring voice she never heard from him before. Her face was hidden behind her shaking hands only to slowly peek from behind to see a smiling Shadow to her side.

At least she got him to smile and let him know his worth, yet at a cost of her receiving the same if not more in return.

🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤

I might doodle some of the scenes and Reblog them to this! Or anybody can do it too! I just wanted to get at least one of my fics out there as I come up with them so suddenly and then just leave them unfinished because autism brain aaaa-!

And yes, I will finish the other short fics too! With art for them!

Enjoy the shipping! ^^

#shadamy #shadow x amy #shadamy story #short story #romance #wholesome #shipping dynamics #shipping

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ourbeloved1011 · 1 year ago

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Grow tf up. It's been 4 years since that show finished. Yibo even removed it from his bio. Theres nothing wrong with liking a show but insisting on some delusional rpf that's harming actual people??

Hi Anon,

Thanks for spending your precious time dropping by & bravely leaving your not-so-kind comments anonymously (or should I say nasty & harsh for telling me to grow tf up) when this is OBVIOUSLY a fan blog dedicated to Yizhan. It's like you're knocking someone's door uninvited & forcing yourself to rudely barge in.

Well, there must be a good reason on why I've been purposely not hashtag individual artists' names in my posts & include only related tags & mention 'this is just my personal thoughts, CPN' to STAY IN MY OWN LANE - in my own bubble & space. This is to avoid from being discovered by people who's trying to 'start something' & serve as my own effort to protect the artists from being harmed by my words. I really despise unnecessary conflicts right when I've made myself clear on my dashboard that this is a shipper blog.

In simpler words, if you don't like it, it's not my problem. No one asked for your opinion, anon. You've got the wrong place to begin with. However, since you've dropped me an ask, let me enlighten you at the very least.

Before I start, here's some of translated versions of Xiao zhan's personal statement after the incident (which I refuse to elaborate more):

"Everyone has their own choices and freedom of expression. No matter if you like me or you hate, it's your personal right. Passion should be the source of strength for everyone. I hope that this passion doesn't exhaust or harm anyone."

You can read the rest of his statement in my recent reblog or here: https://www.tumblr.com/ourbeloved1011/723921396167819264/xiao-zhans-previous-personal-statement?source=share

Here's my personal thoughts, again, CPN.

I couldn't agree more. It's crucial for everyone to take his words seriously and it's my wish to be what he wished for. I admire, respect & support both xiao zhan & yibo whole-heartedly. It's not fair for you to judge & say that this isn't fan love.

Bjyx is a fandom made up of different individuals. Not only bjyx, any fandom or group of people in this world will have the same concept.

Now, let's talk about generalization.

You can't simply generalize a group or fandom & labelling them as a whole harmful existence. Every fandom has their own good & toxic fans. You don't have any control over that. Surely, all kind of people exist in bjyx BUT same goes with solo fans. There's no exception.

It's like labelling the whole Wen clan as evil when you know very well that Wen Ning and Wen Qing aren't the same kind. In fact, they are Jiang clan's life savior. It's totally unfair.

"You should punish the people who bit you. Wen Qing & Wen Ning have never gotten their hands on anything bloody. Or do you want to execute a collective punishment?!" -The Untamed, Wei Wuxian-

Why do you need to be the exact same way as Jin's clan judgmental behavior? We never learn, we've been here before. I won't take any sides on which fandom need to be banned or which one is the 'real' supporter. Collective stereotype will never be the final answer.

I see two people in everyone. There's no point in proving this.

However, I do believe in one same group commonality. If you continuously act excessively, intentionally crossing all the boundary of morality & bring harm to others, you will belong to TOXIC FAN and ANTIs regardless of where you come from- either you are a bjyx fan or solo. I will not support any act of sexualizing & harassment behavior towards them. There's always a limit, visible lines & common sense to conduct & follow. Sadly, EXTREMISTs do exist everywhere.

Just like what xz been telling us, it's your personal right as long as your passion doesn't harm others. Joining bjyx is our right & passion to support them in our own way. Doesn't mean that you've the right to speak up or write anything that you see as 'the right way', you also have the right to blatantly disregard those who don't share the same view as yours. That's why the word RESPECT is there in life dictionary. Otherwise, human can't co-exist this long.

If you don't have anything good to say, you can just remain silent. If you can't accept & respect, just stay away & ignore. It's that simple.

I don't understand why people needlessly hurting others with their unnecessary hurtful choice of words that can leave permanent scars to others. I personally feel sorry for these people. I don't get it. I really want to understand- what's the real reason for you to be so mean & harsh & hateful? For example, telling people to grow tf up. Who are you to judge? I'm just chilling with myself without causing trouble to others.

In bjyx point of view, we just adore & admire the beautiful & deep connection that both of these guys have. It's rare to have someone that you can click so well instantly in life. We wish to support them against all the odd. That's all.

Ironically, people who freely generalize about other groups get upset & butthurt if someone generalizes about a group that they belong to. The thing is - everyone is an independent individual & fully responsible for their own actions.This is why it's important to mind our own business & stay in our own lane.

Back to your statement. Delusional fans. I'm not actually delusional. I'm very self-aware as a person. In fact, I started as someone who's neutral. It's for my own self-satisfaction to feed my curiosity. I've always been the kind that will find & dig further to know something better. It's my personal trait. I'm not blindly being a delusional fan without basis and accept every rumors I heard about them. I do observations, selectively choosing, analyzing & eventually come to a conclusion. So here I am.

If you claim us to be delusional, you can say whatever you want because your opinion doesn't represent or reflect us. Just a side note, I don't agree with those fans who are intentionally keep overanalyzing these two with every single thing they do each time. People may get annoyed by it. I can see where it's coming from. They are two different individuals with distinct originality & identity. Hence, I only believe in whatever solid reasons I personally chose & filtered to trust.

It's not my job to convince you that they're real & it's not your job to judge, raise doubts & throw hateful comments in what I believed in. No need to make others feel bad & depressed further with your painful remarks. This world is cruel enough to live in. We don't need to be liked but respecting us is not an option. Be kind.

Yes. Yibo removed it from his bio. So what? To be honest, I don't really care much about it. Friendly reminder. He removed not only the untamed but he removed ALL his dramas. Seriously, I don't see any issue. If anything, I would be grateful to Yibo for keeping the untamed there for so long.

Let me remind you of the scene where wei weixuan is forced into a situation with practicing demonic cultivation is his only option to protect himself & survive. Again, everyone is being so judgmental towards him, only to find out later- the real reason why he chose that path. My point is, don't assume something as if we know everything. Anything people put out to share is calculated. You're allowed to see things that they ONLY ALLOW you to see.

What do you mean by these shippers harming actual people? There are plenty pictures everywhere during Yuehua concert, the whole arena was mostly filled with bjyx fans led lights, yellow, green & red- all coming to support Yibo. Not only concert, they've been continuously supporting both of them in other projects and events in the past until today.

'True' fans won't bring any harm to the artist no matter how good their intention is. Boycotting isn't the answer. It brings more damaged to the artist than good.

Tell me. Who's gonna be there if it's not for them?

Credits to respective owners. I don't own anything.

Yibo. Did they really bring harm to you?

Credits to respective pic owners.

Really? What were you looking at?

Credits to respective pic owners.

Few things to ponder:

If either xiao zhan or yibo hates bjyx & don't want any fans to associate them with each other, they would've addressed this many years ago to stop. Like how they made clear stand to some of other cps & supertopics. If you ask me for proof, again, you can just find them through my reblog posts. You can easily see them right away. That is, if you really care to read & bother to know.

Let me use back your words- It's been 4 years since the show finished- but the fandom is still standing strong & able to fill in the whole arena. Just to highlight, xiao zhan & yibo have zero public interaction together since the past few years but the numbers of new bjyx fan is still continue growing until today. The irony. How is this possible? For what reason? The normal cp fandom will eventually dies down once the main actors moving to the new project in the same year. Do you ever wonder what's the reason behind this fandom to stay this long for years? Both of them don't have any same project, no collaboration together. No promotion. Literally nothing. Then how? Funny isn't it?

It still remains mystery to think of why until today, xz & yibo never clarify & make statements to clear the air that they are just close friends. They can easily shut down the fandom in one go. Doesn't it bother you to be shipped with your own close friend for years if it's not the case? Well I do.

Also, why bjyx fans were not banned from entering the venue? Why their banners & led lights were allowed to go in? This is a sign that the existence of this fandom has never been denied. Or wait. Has this bjyx fandom been acknowledged indirectly?

People may find comfort in stanning both of them. Probably, it's the only source of joy in life to some. We never know. Don't be such an asshole trying to kill it. Spread love. Not hate.

Thanks anon for giving me the opportunity to rant :)

#yizhan #bjyx #bjyxszd #ask #bozhan #ggdd #🐢#bxg #cpn

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plumadot · 6 months ago

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Oh my God Plumadot!!! This Scar fanart just killed me! I had tears in my eyes, I had to send it to my friend ohhhh the secret keeper it was so good! The way my stomach dropped when the writing turned red and they said "your story" ahhhhhhh Dear Scar, my poor Scar you so should have more careful T-T

Also, you reblogged that notebook Scar post, and DAMN now it hits... He's writing to remember it... The sketch of Grian's face... I'm gonna need a moment to calm down... (Just curious, when he's crossing out places and stuff, is he trying to find where he's from? Also, even though HE doesnt remember his previous life, does his family and friends from before do?)

Love the art, Plumadot never misses like I use to say to my friend ! Secret Keeper is very crunchy in my opinion, and oh I could rave about the colors for hours it's soo good.

Nice day! Sorry for the ramblings lmao

eeeeeee thank you!!!!! i suppose scar was always known for being a little reckless, even before! :D

yes he's absolutely making sure he remembers his current situation, and most of all his friends, but he's also in his detective era hehe. he has no leads to go on other than his own feelings - sometimes places or names feel familiar somehow, so he makes sure to keep them in mind. sometimes he thinks a place might be connected to him, but doesn't feel anything about it when they visit, so it gets crossed off the list of possibilities. and whether other people may be able to remember for him... 🤔 guess we won't know until he runs into someone from his past hehe

#ask

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rogerswifesblog-updates · 2 years ago

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- chapter 2 -

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1

A/N: Hi! I couldn’t even though I wanted to post the second chapter in a few days but…yeah I’m not strong willed I guess😩🤣 please don’t forget to leave some feedback and reblog!! It makes a writer very happy! Besides, the more feedback/reblogs the faster the next chapter will be posted👀

Warnings: [ bdsm club (I’ve never been to one soit’s all fiction ok?), mentioned oral, mentioned mxm, mentioned p in v, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral f receiving, squirting, humiliation kink, grinding, cum eating, pierced nipples, tattoos ], oral m receiving, cum swallowing

Pairing: [ Dom!reader x sub!jake Jensen who she spends her evening at the club with ] Steve Rogers x Reader

“So you have a crush on your tutor?”, Bucky asked once again, raising his eyebrows, putting the bar aside, so he could look back at Steve. They were once again at the gym, blowing off some steam, but Bucky quickly noticed Steve was thinking about something else, always zoning out. That’s how they started talking about you. Again. In the last two months Steve could stop talking about you, never confessing that he had a crush. But of course Bucky knew.

Steve sighed, looking down at the dumbbells in his hands. “She’s just so…I don’t know. Totally different from the people at school, so-“ “mature? Yeah I know buddy” Steve looked at his grinning best friend for a while, before nodding slowly. He felt embarrassed about how much he enjoyed the age difference between you two. The way he felt safe around you, for no specific reason. “Yeah, I like that about her. But she thinks it’s a problem. That I’m too young-but it’s only a month till I’m 18. This shouldn’t be a problem then, right?”, his voice was hopeful, as if Buckys opinion would change how you thought. At least it would make him feel better. “Just try to ask her out after your birthday. Maybe it’ll work”, said the brunette, shrugging. Wanting to finish his workout he grabbed the bar, but Steve leaned over him, still not being able to drop the topic. “Do YOU think she’s too old for me?”, asked Steve, somehow carrying a lot of panic in his voice. Bucky chuckled quietly, letting his head drop against the bench.

“You do remember I like older women myself”, he grinned, making Steve blush till the tips of his ears, before he mumbled to him. “Yeah, okay you’re right. I should just talk to her.”

You looked at one of the many pairs in the club, a woman with her sub, kneeling at her feet and kissing her thigh high boots. Normally you’d be on one of the stages, maybe even with Natasha, sharing a sub, but instead you were sitting in the comfortable booths. You mind slipped to a boy you’d love to have kneeling in front of you, but you couldn’t. “It’s just so annoying that he concentrates more on my lips than on the actual words I’m saying, you know? It’s always the same”, you vented in annoyance.

Natasha crossed her arms, looking at you in surprise, while you stared at your drink, not wanting to see the judgment in her eyes. “So you’re saying he’s…kinda cute?”

Now you had to look up at her, even though your eyes fell onto her naked breasts first since he wore just a harness. “I said he’s the kid I’m helping with his math homework that tries to flirt with me all the time and doesn’t listen” “You didn’t deny”, she shrugged. You sighed, shaking your head at that. But she was right. You felt awful for finding a teenager this cute, this attractive. Especially with his pouty lips and sparkling eyes whenever you praised him. “He’s 17, Nat. I can’t have a boyfriend this much younger. Not even after his birthday, just because he’d be 18 doesn’t mean he…we could date. I mean, look at me-“ “yeah, you’re hot. I totally got why he wants you”, she smirked, sipping her martini, her eyes lingering on your mesh top where your breasts and pierced nipples were exposed, you could even see a few tattoos. Rolling your eyes you let out a loud sigh, but there was still a small smile on your lips. “It’s just-I’m pretty sure he’s…inexperienced. I don’t think his first girlfriend should be a regular in…here. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t survive me ”, you mentioned with your hand to the club and people around you.

Natasha laughed quietly. “Isn't that even better? At least his first time would definitely be good and enjoyable. You’re a good dom, you’d take care of his needs”, Natasha was right, but it still didn’t make you feel better. “He’s really nice, Nat….”, you mumbled, your eyes scanning the room for something interesting to look at, stopping at a gagged man being fucked by his boyfriend roughly, pulling at his hair or hitting his jiggling ass harshly. You knew these guys, you could even call them your friends so often you’ve seen and talked to them. Recently they asked you to join them, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about Steve. So you said no. But watching all these people made you crave sex. Or any kind of intimacy at this point.

“You like this Steve a lot huh?”, without needing to think about it you nodded. She looked at you from the side for a moment, putting her hand on your thigh, squeezing. “Just try to think positive. Maybe you could show him everything. Slowly…besides, wouldn’t it be amazing to have an inexperienced guy? You can make him your perfect boy toy. Perfect to please you. That’s everyone’s wish”, her words made you smile slightly. Steve would be a perfect boy toy. A sweet play thing just for you-well, or whoever he’d liked to be shared with in case he’d want to go to this club with you. You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining him on his knees. Begging.

Sighing you opened your eyes downing your martini. “I’ll be back soon, I’ll go find Jake, he said he’d be here today”, you said standing up. “Maybe an orgasm will make you less miserable”, Natasha laughed watching as you walked away.

You found Jake sitting with someone you didn’t know but looking at his expression he wasn’t enjoying it. So you asked him to come with you. And he gladly did, immediately taking your hand. “I’m so happy you decided to come, mommy”, he grinned cheekily at you. “I can tell you hoped for me to be here. You look pretty, babyboy. Always so dressed up for mommy, wearing a collar and pretty nipple clamps. You’re probably already hard in those leather pants, huh?”, he started nodding, while you went with him to a free space, sitting down in a chair. Jake already knew to drop to his knees, watching as you pushed your latex skirt up, revealing your naked, glistening pussy to him. The tattoo he already knew by heart looking back at him from your pelvic. Bon appetite. Oh he’d definitely enjoy the meal.

“Baby, look at me”, he quickly brought his gaze up. “If I do something you don’t like, red, okay? Just the same light system we always use”, you said, spreading your legs even further. Jake nodded, making you raise your eyebrows. “Green, mommy, so green”, he mumbled, sliding closer.

You grabbed the light chain that connected his claps together and pulled gently a few times, making him whine. “Then open your pants for mommy and take that big dick in hand-yeah just like that…now come closer, you’ll eat mommy out and hump her boot, huh? Show everyone what a desperate little slut you are. My little bitch, coming by humping mommy like a dog”, with that you pushed his head to your core and he latched onto your clit, eating you out like a man starving. Meanwhile he humped your leg, definitely feeling embarrassed about how much pre cum he was leaking but you knew about his humiliation kink. And he loved showing off how desperate he was for you. And how good you made him feel.

His skilled mouth brought you quickly to your high, making you squirt onto his chin and chest. This made him shoot his cum onto your boot, grinding himself even faster and harder against you, while still lapping at your slick overstimulated pussy.

You grinned at the people watching you two, bringing one of your legs up, to show more. Some of them were touching themselves through their pants, watching your cunt, while others couldn’t take their eyes off Jake who was still painting the leather of your boots.

“Babyboy I think you should clean the mess you made”, you smirked, pressing your sole against his chest. His cheeks were dark red from embarrassment as he noticed the others around you, but he leaned down nevertheless, licking off his cum from your boot. You noticed how despite his whining and blushing his cock jumped when he lapped at your boot, cleaning all of his cum off.

Watching him you thought about someone else.

Nope, Steve Rogers definitely wouldn’t survive you.

Your next session was the day after, so you went to the club earlier than usual, while Nat stayed for probably a few hours more.

Walking into his room Steve was already sitting at the table, smiling brightly at you. He had such a pretty and sweet smile. His cheeks were covered in a rosy color, making your heart ache. You could tell he was a whole body blusher and you were really curious how this blush looked underneath his clothes.

Fuck, get a grip on yourself.

“Have you done the homework?”, you asked with a friendly smile. He immediately pulled out the notebook he used during your sessions and showed you everything. The smile on your lips stayed, even though he definitely had a few mistakes in his calculations. Always the same mistakes.

From the beginning on he was always making the same mistakes.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips, while you sat down. “You’re already so much better, sweetheart, but it’s still always the same”, you said, not even noticing the pet name slipping from your lips. But Steve did notice it. And boy did he like it. Within seconds he was hard and throbbing in his jeans, trying to pull them away from his tight crotch. Watching your lips move, while you explained…something to him.

You snapped your fingers right before his face. " Earth to Steve? Did you understand the equation?Are you even listening?” According to the stuttering that was coming from him, you assumed it was a big fat no. He was indeed not listening. But still looking at your lips.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”, his question made you raise your eyebrows in surprise, but shook your head slightly. “Not that it’s any of your business, Steve. I’m here to teach you about math and not about my sexual experiences.” His breath hitched at your words, face turning a darker shade of red than ever. “So you had sex?”, you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips, because, well-you definitely had sex. Very, very kinky sex even.

Looking at him for a moment the corners of your mouth twitched. “Yes, Steve, I had sex and that’s nothing I should be discussing with you, so let’s-” “I never had sex.” His confession didn’t surprise you, because you already suspected it, but you really didn’t want to talk about it. Or think about popping his cherry. Especially since you’d actually love to do that.

After yesterdays talk with Natasha you couldn’t stop thinking about him, not even for a second.

And here he was asking you about sex, telling you he was a virgin.

Grabbing another book you opened it on the needed page and looked back at him. He was squirming in his seat, definitely not listening to anything you were trying to tell him about math. From the tent in his pants you could tell what he was thinking about, making you only shake your head slightly. “Steve, please listen to me. To solve the-“ He leaned a bit closer, but not to listen to you. “And have you ever sucked a di-“ “Steve, it’s inappropriate to ask such questions. Stop it.” You shook your head in annoyance. “Okay I’m sorry, but I’m just curious. Have you?”, he nearly whined. If you weren’t this annoyed you might have found it amusing. But you didn’t. “Yes I have Steven, now stop asking or the lesson will end now. You need to concentrate, your exams are really soon.”

Once again you tried to get his attention back to the tasks, but he seemed interested in just your lips and not the actual words coming out of them. Either way you tried to help him at least a bit by writing down a few easier examples.

But even these he couldn’t solve, always looking back at your lips, irritating you more than you thought possible. You felt how your hands started slightly shaking. God, this boy was unbelievable.

“What’s wrong with you today, Steve? Why are you so distracted?” Hearing your annoyed and slight accusing sound, his shoulder slumped, making him look like a kicked puppy. “Well, I-You said-well, I wanted to ask about how-I mean blowjo-“ “God, if you get a stupid blowjob, would you finally start paying attention to math and not whatever thoughts you have??” A quiet laugh escaped him, making him grin fully. “I’m pretty sure for a blowjob I’d do everything, so yeah-“

With that you pushed his chair aside, so he sat sideways to the table. “What-?“, before he could finish his question, you dropped to your knees, pushing his legs apart. With big eyes he was looking down at you, not knowing what to do with his hands or even how to react. He felt his thigh start trembling and you haven’t even touched him yet. “What are you doing?”, he whispered, slowly reaching out to stroke your hair, but you grabbed his hands, pushing them behind his back. “I’ll give you your damn blowjob so you stop asking about it”, you hissed, opening his pants, pulling them down. He even lifted his hips to help you. Atta boy. Learning so quickly, without needing you to say anything. For a moment you had to hold back a smirk.

There was already a wet spot on his boxershorts, where his tip was leaking, filling his briefs with pre-cum. You leaned down to his crotch, licking over the exact spot, sucking at the head for a second. Steve whined quietly, his hand gripping onto your hair. “Keep your hands be-“, looking up at him you could see he was already a mess. Right. Virgin. You shouldn’t be so harsh with him. “Never mind, sweetheart. If I do something you don’t like and want me to stop say red, understood?”, you said rubbing with your hands over his trembling thighs.

Steve pulled his eyebrows together in confusion, but nodded. “Okay, But why red? Do you like the color or-“ it was definitely not the time to answer the question so you pulled down his boxershorts revealing his hard cock. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, starting to pump him, while your lips touched his tip, spreading around the pre-cum. The sound he made was poetic. A beautiful and soft whine, while his fingers buried themself in your hair, slightly painful, but you didn’t mind. You liked a bit of pain.

Slurping at his tip you looked up at him, making eye contact. Doing so you felt more pre-cum wetting your lips. Cute. He was getting so excited just by looking at him with his dick against your mouth. For a moment you just toyed with his tip, still stroking his whole length.

Steve pushed your head down, urging you to take him finally in your mouth. For this behavior you’d love to edge him, but then you remembered once again he wasn’t your sub or your boyfriend. You’re just…helping him to end his curiosity. “Your mouth feels so good-fuck”, he moaned, moving his hips against you, fucking your mouth with irregular thrusts, sloppy. Somehow you enjoyed it.

His first blowjobs. First time fucking someone’s face. Your face.

You started moving your head faster, showing off your skills, by swallowing him down, till he was fully nestled inside your throat. Even though his dick still made you gag a few times. This boy was really blessed, you couldn’t deny it and he probably knew it too. “Fuck I- I think I’m close”, he whispered. If your mouth wasn’t full of dick you’d have chuckled. Only a few minutes and he was already on the edge. With one of your hands you started fondling his balls, squeezing them a bit harder than necessary. His leg jumped, hitting the desk beside you, but he seemed to enjoy it, as the sound leaving his throat was better than any you had heard from him. “Fuck I-I I’m coming-fuck please”, he whispered pushing your head down, while his cum painted your throat, filling your mouth with him taste. After letting go of your hair you let him slide out of your mouth, licking his length, while he enjoyed the aftershocks. Then you tucked him once again away into his boxers.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, before sitting back into your chair and putting the examples you wrote down before him. “So, to solve the…”

The face he made was priceless. But at least he solved everything you gave him.

Chapter 3

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roadhogsbigbelly · 10 months ago

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she did NOT say that fictional csa is fine though, that’s the thing that everyone is very expressly telling you. and IM not defending ““people who jack off to fictional children”” either, where the fuck are you getting that, do you just say this shit to every trans woman you see? you can’t argue by putting shit in people’s mouths. the “standards” you are describing are the same standards that the people you’re smearing agree with. im not saying its all or nothing at all, you just can’t take anything we’re saying seriously

when you read "stopping being mean to sex freaks who like ageplay and incest shipping" why do you think that suddenly stops at loliporn or fictional csa when that's part of the package? do you think "ageplay and incest shipping" only applied to game and thrones fanfiction and mild "daddy" play? like of course those posts saying "don't be say you love sex freaks if you don't include ALL sex freaks" is also including fictional csa, like fucking cailou porn or whatever. because the posts those are response to are like "stop being mean about people with weird fetishes that make you uncomfortable! (except fictional csa fuck you you can die)" if she's not supporting fictional csa great, but why did she reblog the fucking post than?

and again the fact that i criticized her has nothing to do with her being a trans woman, that didn't even cross my mind, and i've criticized cis men, cis women, trans men, non binary people and people of all genders and sexuality that have been dismissive of concerns over this shit. i've criticized cis women on twitter for publicly posting their weird underaged boy rape fantaties and i got accused of "hating women's fantasies", i've also critcized other cis gay men for drawing actual "toddlercon" and got accused of being a "pick me" gay, and other variations of "stop criticizing grown adults for what they do in private even if they post in publicly actually oops"

i don't actually care what people do in the privacy of their own homes, but the only reason people on tumblr make posts about how "you should stop being mean to people about their age play, incest porn" is because most people don't actually keep it private actually, or else other people wouldn't be seeing it and complain about it. like if you go into someone's dms or a locked private space to "out them" for being into scooby doo or even some actually more harmful fantasy than that's still kind of gross and intruding and they shouldn't do that, but if said person is doing it in a PUBLIC FORUM than yeah they're not above criticism because it's their own "private fantasies" when it's clearly not.

(and before you take words out of my mouth i am not inherently against public displays of sexuality or even kink, i don't think a child seeing a man in a pup mask and harness is going to tramatize them, i think they'll be fine, and in general i think try to hide the fact "sex" like. exists from children does not nothing to deter grooming and kind of causes it in some cases. i've seen people insisting that people who don't lock their nsfw twitter accounts of adults have regular but explicit sex that they're are personally grooming children who might have to figure out porn exists, and i think that's an unhealthy attitude to have. my point is more that the entire argument that noone can criticize or have a negative opinion on "ageplay" or "incest kink" because "it only exists between two private consenting adults" is just. not true.)

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through the hourglass 270. brb x oc

a/n: this website is only loading three or four gifs for me and I am UPSET(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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He didn’t know if he should find it endearing or strange, but Nicole looked minuscule within her uncles’ hold. She could literally sit on Guillermo’s palm and stay there without much issue.

Guillermo held her with a gentle strength, his large hands cradling her securely. He said nothing, his eyes were on Rooster and both him and his brothers stared at him, “What?’

“You look terrifying.”Michael laughs, “Holding a tiny baby and looking like you could snap someone’s neck if they dare step a few feet closer to her.”

Nicole gurgled in response, she was entirely at ease in Guillermo's arms, as if she knew she was safe and cherished. And unaware of her uncle’s comment, “...so?”

Leonardo is the one that breaks the conversation before it gets too much, looking back at Rooster, almost pleading for him to continue, “So! Uh, what uh, made you invite us over tonight? You said something about…your new neighbors?”

He took a deep breath and started to explain. "So, yeah, I invited you all here tonight to talk about our new neighbors. They've moved in next door, and I've had a few interactions with them. I thought it would be a good idea to get your opinions and possibly some advice."

Guillermo's expression remained stoic, but he nodded for Rooster to continue. "I'm listening, Rooster."

“Creepy.”

‘Shut up.”

Rooster hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Our new neighbors are a couple— Mark and Miranda. I work with Mark.” he mutters, tapping his thumbs together, “We…well, they are…weird. They try, they appear to try too hard to befriend us. We even had dinner with them at Oda.”

“Oda?” Michael whistles low, “Damn,I don’t even take Hannah there, that place is expensive.”

“Well, me and Bea went there before we met them,” he ignored Michael’s shocked what! and continued, “But this time, the Haltons invited us and let me tell you it was…” he shakes his head, a bewildered look on his face, “It was messy.”

Michael had an incredulous look on his face as he processed the information. "Wait,wait, hoooooold on. You went to Oda with these new neighbors? Those guys must be loaded or something."

His brothers just looked at him weirdly, “Didn’t you hear what Rooster just said?” Leonardo asks, “They’ve been there before, Mike.”

“Michael, be quiet.” Guillermo mutters, earning a glare from his younger brother, who just huffed and crossed his arms. “Go on,Rooster.”

Rooster rubbed his temples, trying to find the right words to describe the awkward encounter. "Well, it was just…how do I put this," he pauses, “It was like they were trying to befriend us by making us feel like we’d never be part of such group. They mentioned the wine, they mentioned the food, the whole place and so on.”

Guillermo's brows furrowed as he processed the information. "So, they invited you to an expensive restaurant, showed off their wealth, and tried to make you feel like outsiders?"

Rooster nodded, leaning back on his chair "That's pretty much it. It felt like they were putting on a show, and we were the audience. It was as if they were trying to impress us or make us feel inferior."

Michael sipped his soda with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Wow, that's...something. I've met some rich folks before, but they usually don't go to such lengths to show off. What's their deal?"

Leonardo, as always, kept his emotions in check, his thoughtful expression never wavering. "Rooster, did they mention any specific reason for their behavior? Perhaps they have a motive for trying so hard to befriend you."

The pilot ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "Not that I could tell? They kept saying they wanted to get to know us better, It was all...fake." he smirks slowly, “But…I think the best part out of this was…that Beatrice talked back to Miranda and it was…” he clears his throat, he didn’t need his brothers-in-law to know how much he loved when Beatrice was like that, nor how attractive he found her. “She…she talked to Miranda, slapped some truths on her face and made both of them shut up.”

And then something else happened later but he’d NEVER share that, of course. He just had to hide the pleased little grin by covering his mouth with his hand, putting on a pensive act, “And since then, I dunno, Mark hasn’t talked to me directly, but he’s talking to some of the recruits that were with me in the last mission.”

Guillermo's stern expression softened for the tiniest bit before the stoic mask returned, “She was always like that.” he mutters while helping Nicole stand straight on his knee, holding her tiny hands to balance her on his leg, “She was always a strong little lady.”

“Yeah,”Michael scoffs, ‘You did show it often,” his sarcasm wasn’t missed by the other men and Guillermo gave her a warning glare, he better not continue with this conversation, “I mean,Jesus, calling her little lady? She’d beat you to the ground….Gui.”

Before his brothers got into a death match,Leonardo laughed nervously, “Guys!! Guyyss, um, how about we hear more? Of the story? Please? No deaths here right now, think of Nikki,” his niece just gurgled happily, bouncing on Guillermo’s leg, “She’d…be very traumatized and so would I– anyway Rooster please go on.”

While the tension between the brothers was obvious, Rooster walks around the table to stand in front of both Michael and Guillermo, cutting their glaring short, “Miranda went to the Hard Deck a few days ago.” he knew that Guillermo was…the most vocal about Beatrice working at the bar when they met years ago…but he hoped he got better. “And she made sure that Bea was her server.”

Guillermo's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes leaving Michael’s to meet Rooster’s “What was her purpose in going there?"

Rooster exhaled heavily, his frustration with the situation evident. "I have no idea, Guillermo. She was condescending and rude to Bea, too." he could use the big guns now. And he saw how Guillermo’s eyes narrowed and he looked away, he got him up to speed at least.

Michael snorted, bringing the soda to his lips as he leans on the kitchen table. "Well, that sounds like a recipe for disaster. Condescending and rude, you say? What's the story behind that?"

Rooster shrugged, crossing his arms and sighing, his frustration palpable. " I believe she knew I would be there that night, and she might have wanted to assert herself or make Beatrice uncomfortable.We think it’s a power play."

Guillermo, ever the protector of the family, leaned back in his chair and Nicole falls back on his stomach…only to slowly climb up her uncle’s massive chest until she sat on one of his shoulders, nomming the graying hair on his head "If she was trying to make Beatrice uncomfortable, that's unacceptable.”

“Uh-oh.” Leonardo says, “He’s using the big words.”

“Those years in Princeton do stay with you.” Michael smirks, earning a confused look from Rooster, “Yeah, Guillermo went to Princeton. Crazy,right? Still paying the loans to this day.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, bro is going through it–” Michael stops, avoiding Guillermo’s eyes when his oldest brother meets his gaze again. Leonardo just looks back at Rooster in desperation, almost begging for him to prevent his older brothers from killing each other.

He clears his throat, “Yeah,so…We believe she knew about my upcoming deployment with her husband, and that may have motivated her to assert herself in some way," Rooster explained. “And I…well,I’ll be gone for three months. I don’t know what she might want to do.”

Now that made all three Schiavoni brothers stare at Rooster. No one, besides him, was more protective of Beatrice than her own family.

Especially her brothers.

“What,” Guillermo begins, “Do you want us to do?”

“Well…since Bea will be alone here and-” he points out of the window, “That’s their house, you can’t see it right but if you go to the garden-” cue to Guillermo standing up, picking Nicole and walking to the garden. Michael followed, clearly wanting to see more by himself while Leonardo and Rooster remained in the same spot.

Leonardo clicked his tongue, holding a finger up, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure?”

“Did you…think that letting Guillermo- you know, Guillermo, our oldest brother-” he laughs nervously, “Letting him know that someone is bothering Bea…is a good idea? You do remember, hah, he’s over 6ft and is a former boxer? Not to mention, he’s the most protective of our little sister?”

Leonardo’s question lingered in the air, and Rooster tried to find the right words to explain his reasoning. "I know Guillermo is protective, but it's not just about Bea. It's about keeping the situation from escalating. I don't want her to be uncomfortable or harassed, and I don't want unnecessary conflicts."

Leonardo listened thoughtfully, face still in a grimace. "I understand, Rooster. But...I mean,” he scoffs, gesturing to the window where they could see Guillermo’s giant stature - well, his chest, with Nikki dangling from his arm giggling - “I mean, remember who your brother in law is…remember that this man has a punch power that could break a wall.”

"I remember, believe me.But I also know that Bea wouldn't want any confrontations or unnecessary tension. I want her to be okay…by the time the twins are able to come back home." he explains, “You know that if I could stay,I would…I’m not excited about this deployment at all.”

Leonardo nodded in agreement, still a bit uneasy about the whole situation, making a noise in his throat that reminded Rooster so much of displeased Bea. "I guess?"

“I know it sounds over the top now,” Rooster pushes himself off the table and walks to the garden,with Leonardo following him close by, “But it’s for her own safety. I don’t want her alone.” he stops by the double doors, eyes widening because Guillermo was just standing in front of the gate.

He didn’t have to raise himself at all.

He was taller than the gate!!

Michael noticed the two and smirked, pointing to the scene, “He’s checking the surroundings.”

Guillermo stood before the gate, his tall and imposing figure casting a shadow over the entrance and spooking at least three of their neighbors who walked past and could only see a head, a pair of bushy brows and dark green eyes staring them down. In his arms, Nicole giggled and reached out to touch the leaves of a nearby plant, her little fingers exploring the green foliage with curiosity, happily oblivious.

As Rooster and Leonardo approached the scene, Michael chimed in with a mischievous grin. "Looks like Guillermo's conducting security checks now. The man is always on high alert."

Leonardo gestured toward his older brother with his eyes wide. "Well, I guess you got yourself a new guard dog–"

“Is their house the blue one?” Guillermo’s deep voice suddenly asked and Rooster had to walk closer to meet him. His daughter stretched her arms to him and he quickly grabbed her from her uncle’s grasp.

While he was tall, he had to crane his neck a bit to see more of the outside, and so find the house he was looking for, “The white one with brown roof.” he mutters, “With the uh…messed up garden.”

“Hm.”

“Hm?”

“Hm.”

The three men looked at each other,confused, and Rooster was just surprised that not even his own brothers knew what that humming meant. “So…I just think you can drive by sometimes.” Rooster tells Guillermo,whose head is still facing the said house, “Maybe Michael can sleep over too, if that’s alright with him.”

‘I’m fine with that.” Michael said, holding his hand up, “Is Bea alright with that?’

“I’m going to talk to her once she comes home.” he explains, “She said she’d like some help, and the girls will come by when they can…but you guys will be the extra help.”

Guillermo's focus remained on the house with the messed-up garden, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "Drive by, you say? I can do that. Keep an eye on things without drawing too much attention.."

Michael, leaned forward with a grin. "I'm in for a sleepover, Roos. Just tell me when and I'll pack my bags. It'll be like a boys' night in….but with Bea and the kids…hm.”

Rooster chuckled, appreciating the support from his brothers. "Great. I'll check with Bea about it, and we'll coordinate. I’m sure she won’t mind.."

“Bea.”

“What?”

He frowns, leaning against the doorframe with his shoulder as he watches his wife angrily toss her clothes away, “Baby, I thought you’d be okay with it.” she continues marching around their room, angrily removing pieces of clothing…and honestly, he wouldn’t mind it if she wasn’t pissed. “They are your brothers.”

“Yes, Rooster.” she grinds out, “And that’s exactly why I worry! Really? You brought Guillermo?” she disappears into the bathroom, her voice echoing around the room as she continues her tirade, “You know how he can be, you know!”

He stepped into the room and walked over to the bathroom door, leaning against the frame. "Bea, I know Guillermo can be a handful, but he cares about you. They all do.."

Beatrice emerged from the bathroom, her expression still tense. She crossed her arms and looked at Rooster, her frustration evident. "I get that, Roos, but I also know how Guillermo can act. You know how he is, you know how he was." she frowns, “...I love my brothers. I love Gui” she mutters, “But…is it necessary? I can handle myself…”

Rooster approached her, reaching out to gently take her hands in his. He looked into her eyes, then kissed her knuckles "Baby,I know you can. I don’t doubt you one bit.." he frowns, “But allow me to be a protective husband every now and again. I can’t…I don’t want you to be alone, at least at night here. I’m not saying Miranda will do anything, but…I just worry.”

Beatrice softened a bit as Rooster's words washed over her,almost guiltily. She knew he was always looking out for her, and that was one of the many things she loved about him.

But she wished she was talked about this first.

She took a deep breath and leaned her forehead against his chest, her voice quieter. "I know you worry, Roos. And I appreciate that. But I also want you to trust me, trust that I can handle myself."

Rooster wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Baby,gorgeous,I do trust you.” he frowns, he didn’t want to appear he didn’t “ You're one of the strongest and most capable people I know. But sometimes, it's not about your abilities or how you can deal with things... It's about peace of mind, knowing that you're safe."

She sighed, her fingers curling into his shirt. "I understand that, but it's also about our relationship with my brothers. I don't want them to think that I can't handle myself or that I need protection all the time."

“They don’t think that.” she gives him an unimpressed look, “...Michael and Leo don’t think that.”

“Ugh.” she plops her head on his chest, ��I haven’t..really talked to Gui a lot these past months. I had no time…so I don’t want him babying me or, or thinking I can’t do stuff on my own.”

“Mav will come over too.” he tries to remedy, maybe the mention of his uncle would help her feel better, “Just to check on you.”

Beatrice shifted on his hold, slowly meeting his eyes, “You asked the entire base to take care of me,Roos?” he was about to reply, but she chuckles softly, leaning into his touch. "I understand, Roos. I really do appreciate how much you care about me."

He smiled warmly at her, kissing her forehead. ". I promise I won't go overboard with it, but having some extra eyes on you will make me feel better. And if you ever feel like it's too much, just let me know. I trust your judgment completely."

Beatrice nodded, a small smile on her lips. "Does that mean I can kick Gui out if I want to?”

“Hmmmm…yeah,why not.”

“Nice.”

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nifolution · 3 months ago

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I Quit 7

Warnings: some smut, some angst, noncon touching, dubcon oral, Ransom is his usual asshole self, the Thrombeys are horrible, being drugged, undressed and tied up, name calling, threats

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is written in 3rd person. The Thrombeys’ opinions are NOT my own. Thoughts are in italics. 18+ only due to smut and dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 7

“I’m uncertain what exactly you are asking of me.” Harlan picked at the cuff of his shirt, awaiting his grandson’s explanation.

Two days ago, a pipe burst ‘unexpectedly,’ flooding Ransom's home. In lieu of a hotel, he decided to stay at the mansion while repairs were being made. Meanwhile, his relatives were getting ready for a week-long ski trip in the Berkshire Mountains to celebrate his mom’s birthday. The conditions were looking favorable. Hell, his father was so certain that everyone would be busy having fun, that he already paid for his current mistress to meet him there.

As tempting as causing some mayhem with his family and bedding a few snow bunnies sounded, his focus was solely on the seemingly unattainable chef. He had stolen a taste and craved more. It was time to switch tactics, no more messing around. He would get what he wanted.

When Ransom informed his mother he couldn’t go, claiming his recent hardship had caused him to come down with a cold, Linda sucked her teeth, told him he was acting like a baby and put the back of her hand to his forehead. A brief look of remorse crossed her face before declaring he clearly couldn't go in this shape. She then screamed for Fran, demanding hand sanitizer.

He could barely suppress his devious grin. Keeping up the act was easy. A heating pad to get his head burning hot, making sure to appear completely worn down and in pain. He’d pretend to blow his nose, stuff balled up pieces of tissue up his nostrils to sound congested. Force out a few coughs, wiggle his tongue on the roof of his mouth to trigger a sneeze. He had looking sick down to a science.

Ransom coughed into his fist. “You’re still paying her, you should have her cook for me in your absence. All that sumptuous food will surely help nurse me back to health. Plus I'll be here to watch over the place.”

“Please consider it. I’m too weak to even make my own toast. It's bad enough I'm missing the trip, don't let me starve.”

Harlan was skeptical, well versed in his grandson’s antics. Refusing to be swayed by the young man’s act of malaise. While true that he planned to allow Y/N to spend the week off with pay, he had not informed her of the decision. Ransom’s pleas to not be deprived of her luscious creations were entertaining. He wondered what he was up to.

After some back and forth, they compromised. Y/N would be paid for the entire week, but only be required to come in for a single day to prepare a few meals for Ransom to reheat.

Ransom nodded in agreement, already having visions of taking her under the wheel of knives. “That’s all I need.”

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Y/N walked into the manor unsure why it gave her a bad feeling. Shaking it off, she convinced herself it was because the house was empty except for major asshole sick upstairs. She probably wouldn’t have to see him at all today. Just cook a week of meals and get the hell out of here. She hoped whatever was wrong with him made him miserable.

Making her usual pot of coffee, she got started.

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“Wakey wakey.”

Y/N groaned as she attempted to open her eyes. The jarring light made her quickly squeeze them shut again. She turned her head into the pillow. The dull throbbing in her brain not giving her any incentive to try to get up.

“There she is. I was almost afraid I gave you too much. That would have been unfortunate.”

Ughhhh, why the hell is he here? Of course he’d show up when I already feel like shit.

Feeling too groggy to deal with him immediately, Y/N began to stretch, preparing herself to beat his ass. Something pulled painfully at her left wrist, not allowing her arm to move. Opening her eyes, she could make out the shiny metal binding her to the bed.

“What the fuck?” Y/N tugged at the handcuff, willing it to release her. Confused and pissed off, she searched for Ransom. Even with her vision blurry around the edges, she could tell this was not her room.

She followed the sound of his wicked chuckle until his blue sweater came into view. He stalked around the large bed, amused at her current predicament.

“Let me go, asshole!”

A chill came over her as he passed. Looking down, she was alarmed to find herself without a stitch of clothing on. Y/N clamped her legs shut, throwing her free arm over her breasts.

This can NOT be happening. I’m going to fucking kill him.

Ransom’s handsome cocky face appeared above her, unabashedly devouring her with his eyes. “I don't think I will. I went through a lot of trouble to get you here, good thing you still need that morning caffeine fix.”

“You drugged my coffee, you fucking psycho?”

He shrugged, “Guilty as charged.”

Disappearing for a moment, he returned, holding a glass to her lips. “You’re gonna need this.” Noticing her hesitation, he swore it was just water. Satisfied as she cautiously sipped it.

When she finished, he set down the glass and climbed onto the bed. Running his fingertips down her side making her squirm. “I prefer you like this. No knives, no boiling pots, just you and me.” His eyes darkened with promise, “And I'm looking at the only thing I want to eat.”

Y/N wanted to tear his eyes out. She tried to slap his hand away without exposing too much of herself, “Get your perverted hands off me, undo these cuffs and give me back my clothes. NOW!”

“Your anger is a real turn on.” He smirked, running his thumb over her bottom lip, “Let this be a lesson to you…”

“I always get what I want.”

Ransom pulled her arm away from her chest, biting at her inner wrist. He crawled on top of Y/N, pinning her arm next to her head. Effectively caging her with his body, he placed soft kisses to her neck, quickly turning ravenous.

She didn’t want to be feeling these things. Y/N’s stomach fluttered and her heart beat faster. Words failed her, lost in the sensations his greedy mouth provided. She did her best to show no reaction, but the goosebumps on her skin and her quickened breaths betrayed her. The effect of his touch was undeniable.

Taking his time to reacquaint himself with her breasts, his wandering fingers glided over her nipples. Moving his kisses down between her tits, as his hands caressed them. Lifting his head, he blew air across her nipples until they hardened.

He placed his large hands over each breast, massaging and squeezing them together. Increasing the pressure until almost painful. His rough actions in contrast with the softness of the pampered pricks hands.

The flick of his tongue over each nipple had Y/N clenching around nothing. An involuntary whine escaping as the wet appendage traced her areolas. Using his hot breath to further stimulate her peaks, he sucked one into his mouth, simultaneously pinching the other. Ransom alternated his licks and sucks between both breasts while she futilely attempted to resist.

Her skin was on fire, all her senses intoxicated with her tormentor. She swallowed as he moved down her body, leaving a burning trail with his sinister mouth and hands. He spread her legs with little resistance, settling between them like this was his personal throne.

First exploring with his fingers, he gently rubbed her clit with his thumb. Y/N gasped and tried to close her legs. Ransom swatted them back open and lowered his chin to rest on her mound, waiting for her to match his gaze.

It took a moment for her to look down, greeted with his beautiful blues staring back at her. The sight of him between her legs making her weak. His eyes carried a mischievous glint as he lowered his face. Her breath caught in her throat when he eagerly lapped and sucked at her folds. Dragging his tongue down and around, dipping into her opening. Licking teasing circles around where she needed him most, gently flicking his tongue on her bud before repeating.

Any remaining fog Y/N felt disappeared as he took her apart piece by piece. Her free hand found its way into his hair, holding on for dear life. His tongue wiggled itself fully inside her aching hole. She cried out in surprise when he sucked as much of her into his mouth as he could. A loud satisfied hum sending ripples through her, electrifying every nerve.

Releasing her, Ransom licked his lips and dove back in for more. His hands moved from gripping her thighs to kneading her ass as he continued to expertly suck and lick at her most sensitive areas. Devouring her like a fine meal.

“Say my name, Killer.” He commanded, softly licking her clit up and down.

Her toes curled, “Oh God!”

“Close. Try again.” His tempo increased.

“Hugh”, she taunted, pulling on his locks.

A slap to her cunt made her gasp. She gave in, “Ransom.”

Satisfied, Ransom sucked on two of his fingers, smiling at her before slowly, maddeningly inserting them in her dripping pussy. Slightly curling his digits as he pumped them in and out, he continued using his entire tongue to lick from her opening to her clit.

She wrapped her legs around his shoulders, silently begging for more as she grinded against his face. Her hand squeezed her right breast as the sweet pressure built. Ransom reached out to grab her left. Y/N’s back arched more and more as her thighs began to quiver.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

The dam burst. Her body felt like it was levitating as she came with a shriek, collapsing in a boneless heap.

Withdrawing his fingers, Ransom slid up her body. Grabbing the back of her neck, he pulled her into a kiss, possessing her breath. To his sheer delight, Y/N held his cheek, deepening the kiss, entwining their tongues in a dance of dominance.

Suddenly, she broke contact by putting her hand over his mouth. “Get me out of these so I can return the favor. You won’t regret it.”

His eyes lit up. Pulling the key out of his pants pocket, Ransom excitedly unlocked the cuffs. She took a minute to rub at the freed wrist before encouraging him to lay down. He spanked her juicy behind as they switched positions, making her laugh.

Y/N wasted no time pulling his clothes off. Kissing him hard and groping every part of him she could reach. He felt as amazing as she imagined.

“I knew you wanted me. I knew it, I fucking knew it.” Ransom was elated at the turn of events.

Tearing off the black boxer briefs, Y/N marveled at his impressive cock. Fully erect and begging for attention, it made her almost forget she shouldn’t sink down on and ride him into next week.

She grinned at him as she closed the handcuffs on both his hands, securing him to the bed, “Fair is fair.”

“Kinky slut.” Transfixed on the gorgeous smile directed at him, Ransom submitted to her game.

Pressing her lips to his one more time, she began kissing down his neck, leaving a few love bites. He yelped when she tweaked both his nipples. Forgiven with giggles because she looked so hot worshiping his body. Ransom closed his eyes in pleasure.

Y/N paid special attention to his chest and abdomen, sucking as many hickies as she could. He wantonly moaned each time, encouraging her to mark him, make him hers. She had to admit she was loving having control over him. His desperate sounds making her drip.

Parting his thighs and kneeling between them, she scratched down both of his strong thighs causing him to hiss. “Eyes on me, baby, you don't want to miss this.”

Ransom watched with interest as her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking the firm velvety length. They locked eyes as Y/N gave it a long lick. Lowering her mouth over the crown, she started swirling her tongue around, gently sucking the head before pulling back.

Gathering saliva in her mouth, she swallowed him until he bumped the back of her throat. Gagging slightly, she pulled away. Y/N smiled coyly, tickling his frenulum with the tip of her tongue. Taking a deep breath, she firmly grasped the base, repeating her previous action.

Gently sucking as he slid in and out of her mouth, she used her other hand to carefully fondle his balls. Ransom praised her, his head falling back onto the pillow, eyes falling shut again, relishing in the wet heat of her mouth.

Y/N increased her rhythm until Ransom was a panting mess above her, every muscle in his body tense. She switched to pumping with her hand, “You close, baby?”

“S-s-so close.”

She gave another lick…

Then pulled away, sitting back on her heels.

It took a few seconds before Ransom’s eyes popped open, “Why'd you stop?”

When she didn’t respond, he grew concerned. “What's wrong?… Killer?”

“I changed my mind,” she shrugged. “I quit.”

He nervously chuckled, “You can't do that. Babe, come on, stop playing around.”

Y/N got off the bed, standing with her hands on hips, staring at him in all his glory. Sighing she shook her head. “What a pity? If you weren't such an asshole…. Oh well.”

She picked up his sweater from the floor, putting it on. His pants and socks followed. His shoes were far too big, but better than nothing. She brandished the key she found, then repocketed it.

“Thanks for the orgasm, but I have better places to be.”

Ransom flipped out, yelling and calling her horrible names. Struggling against the handcuffs with all his might.

She just smiled, “Let this be a lesson to you.” Taking a few steps towards the door, his voice made her pause.

“Killer, Killer, come on, let me go,” he begged. “I’ll forgive you, okay. Shit got out of hand. We don’t have to do anything else. I won’t tell anyone. You won’t tell anyone. I’ll leave you alone for good. You can’t leave me like this. Just help me out of the cuffs, please.”

Wow, he said please. That must have hurt.

Y/N observed him for the last time; naked and handcuffed, chest polka dotted with marks and bruises and impressively still hard and begging. What a state. She felt oddly proud of her accomplishment.

“Sorry, I don't work here.” Cracking up, she turned and walked out the bedroom door, waving goodbye.

Making a small stop in Harlan's office, she could hear ransom struggling upstairs.

Poor baby.

The rush of cold air hitting her face as she left was invigorating. Feeling alive and determined, she walked to her car with a confident gait. Before taking off, she flipped off the house.

So long, assholes.

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Ransom was beyond livid after suffering the humiliation of being found like THAT. He’d been trapped for two days before Fran came by. She had to call someone to come over to cut the cuffs off. He could tell the housekeeper was barely holding in her laughter at his predicament. Even threatening her job and her life didn’t stop her from leaking the information.

Currently he was sitting in his grandfather’s office. Harlan summoned him there, but had yet to speak to him directly. Puttering around, apparently too busy to enlighten Ransom as to why. The longer he was made to wait, the more irritated he got.

Finally Harlan addressed his grandson, “It was quite an unpleasant surprise to come home to my chef’s resignation on my desk. Less surprising was your involvement in her decision.”

Upon reading the letter when he returned home, Harland immediately phoned Y/N to get the full story. He apologized to her several times, as she did to him as well. He let her know of his disappointment to see her go, and that him and his stomach will miss her terribly. She thanked him for the opportunity and friendship. They parted ways on good terms.

Staring down Ransom, he picked up the phone to call Alan. Instructing him to send his former chef her last check with hefty severance pay and that he would be including a glowing recommendation. Smiling as he spoke, watching his grandson ball his hands into fists, his jaw clenching and eyes ablaze with fury. It was so easy to ruffle his feathers.

Ransom flew out of his chair, knocking it over, going nose to nose with Harlan. “You’re giving that little bitch that much money. Are you out of your fucking mind, old man? You should be calling the cops, not rewarding that slut.”

His grandfather’s amused smile only furthered his anger. “You are my family. You should be supporting ME… You are nothing but a filthy traitor… You set me up, didn’t you?” The accusation rang true in his brain so he clung onto it. He would not stand for this betrayal.

Harlan found the act of intimidation humorous. He would not back down from rubbing the embarrassing blunder in his grandson’s face. “You’ve been harassing this young woman, drugged her, kidnapped her…”

Ransom interrupted, rolling his eyes, “It's not kidnapping if it's in the same house.”

“…bound and sexually assaulted her. And you're mad she got the upper hand?” Harlan threw his head back with a barking laugh. “If she was still on the payroll, I'd give her a raise.” He continued to laugh in Ransom's face. “You are a paragon of foolishness and pride. Do not think I will forget what you have cost me.”

“You will regret this. Just wait.” Ransom stormed out of the office, taking his rage out on everything he saw.

By the sound of it, Harlan would have to repair a few things once Ransom was done with his tantrum. Turning his chair to face the window, he watched the falling snow. Lamenting the loss of a wonderful employee, he looked forward to supporting her on her next venture. She was going to go places. He would see to it.

His grandson on the other hand, well, he was going to have to practice some tough love with him. Harlan’s soft heart decided to let Ransom cool off first. Big changes would come soon enough.

The End

A/N: A special thank you to everyone that has read this version or the original. I appreciate you all and I’d love to know your thoughts.

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colesluvr · 1 year ago

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i saw your navigation thing on my feed and like,, can i get just like a hc or scenario of male reader x zane where theyre like cooking together ??

possibly throwing in cute fluffy romance in there too if you’re mayhaps ok with that,,

anyways have a good day :)

Cooked With Love | Zane Julien x Male Reader

HELLO ANON!! ty for the req, Zane is such a great character and I love him so much!! LOOK AT THAT SMILE! anyway, I really hope this was okay for you, I really tried my best but even though Zane's such an amazing character I haven;y wrote for him in so long! I really hope he's not too out of character! ANYWAY PLZ ENJOY!! COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! 🫶

F/C = favorite color

F/S = favorite song

"So, what would everybody like for dinner?"

The sound of your voice caused the entire team to turn their attention away from the TV screen and look at you. They were confused, "What?" Jay questioned as he sat criss-cross on the carpeted floor.

They were all watching a movie while Jay was playing on his Nintendo.

You had a smile on your face and a F/C apron wrapped around your outer elbow. "What would you all like for dinner?" You said again, this time with everybody now looking at each other, not knowing what to say.

"I thought Zane was cooking dinner tonight?" Cole wondered, pointing over to the Nindroid who sat on a single chair, looking at the group.

"I was?" He poundered, fuorrowing his eyebrows in thought. "Well, I mean, you cook almost every night? We just assumed it would be Zane who makes dinner." Lloyd added, answering Zane's question.

"Oh. Well in that case I better get to it, should I?" Zane smiled, but before he could stand you stomped in front of him and made a stop motion with your hand. The Nindroid looked up at you with a cocked eyebrow.

"No. As Lloyd said, Zane cooks dinner all the time, not to mention almost all of our meals. I say it's time to give him a break and we cook something tonight?"

While you thought this was a good idea, the others had different opinions. It was quiet for a moment, Zane sat back down unsure what he should do.

"Y/N...Why do you think Zane is the only one who cook's?" Nya asked as she was seated on the long couch inbetween her brother and Jay, who had the same question.

You shrugged, now feeling stupid.

"Well, Jay electricuted the stove, Kai burned the stove, Lloyd blew up the stove, and I flooded the entire kitchen for an entire day." Nya explained, exposing everyone for their past mistakes.

They all cringed at their past mistakes.

You slowly nod, understanding, somewhat.

"Zane is the only one who is more skilled in cooking, besides his steaks, MMH, you have to try it, Y/N." Cole praised. Zane smiled softly at Cole's compliment.

You paused to think.

Zane was an amazing baker, but you felt like he needed a break too.

"Zane?" You asked, turning your head to him. "Yes, Y/N?" He replied. You faced him and asked, "Do you want to make dinner tonight?"

He thought for a moment, looking at the team and back at you, coming up with an answer. "I do not mind cooking dinner tonight. I see that everybody likes it, so sure." He smiled genuinly.

"Oh... "

Suddenly an idea came into mind, "Why don't I help you cook dinner tonight?" You grabbed Zane's hand with a grin painted on your face.

"Have you ever cooked before, Y/N? I do not think it would be a good idea for you to-" "Of course! Everyone cooked something in their life. Even though it may or may not have burned over 50 times- Just come on, I think it will be fun!"

You and Zane aoomed out of the living area, leaving the others in confusion. "If Y/N burns down the kitchen, Zane will be the only one cooking dinner for now on." Jay spoke before looking back to his Nintendo, the others nod in agreement.

Zane stood in the kitchen while you grabbed all the instenils.

He looked to the clock on the stove and read, 8: 56. It was 9 at night and you had this much energy in you?

"Okay!" Your voice caused the Nindroid to reaturn to reality and walk toward you. "What are cooking, Y/N?"

"I don't know." You shrugged, "I went shopping couple days ago and I grabbed this steak." You took out a pack of steak from a bag and tossed the bag in the trash. You placed the tray in the sink and put the steak on top of it. "Cole said something about being skilled in cooking steaks? I would like to that in action."

Zane blinked a couple of times before smiling.

"Let's get started." You grinned as you handed him his pink apron. "What kind of cook cook's without his apron?" You winked as you bowed, raising his apron in the air.

He chuckled quielty before taking it from your hold and put it around his torso. You put your's on right after and you both got to cooking.

Oven was set to 500 degrees, the pan was on the stove and with gloves Zane grabbed the piece of steak and slowly placed it on the oily pan.

"What makes you steak so special, Robot-man?" You asked, saying the same you called him first meeting him. He smiled at the name but replied, "I don't think my steak's that speical then Cole anticpates, but I'm glad many like it."

You nod in understanding, sitting on the counter by the stove. Zane was anxious about that. Your hand was close to the burner and his eyes were locked on your hand. For a while, I mean.

"I don't think that's wise." He spoke up after moments of you not moving your ahdn. "Hm?" You asked but realized was he meant. "Don't wory about, I'm always careful."

"Kai said the same thing last time we was in the kitchen and he managed to burn his entire arm. And no, It wasnt because of his Elemental Power, he wasn't careful." Zane spoke, locking eyes with you which caused you to laugh nervously.

"Zahane. I swear, I'll be alright. I'm nothing like that hot-head, I'll be okay." You hopped off the counter and grabbed a cutting bored from the cupbored and a small cutting knife.

Zane nods his head, believeing what you told him.

You bob your head to a song you were singing in your head by F/S. You were cutting up some onions to put around the steak. You were so into the humming of your song, your hand slipped off to the side and the knife sliced your finger.

You gasp at the feel of the cut before dropping the kinfe that had barely zero blood on it. Blood dripped from your index finger and onto a piece of onion. You grabbed a towel nearby and turned away from Zane when he heard your gasp on pain.

"Y/N? Did you cut yourself?" He assumed, leaving the steak and made his way to you. Your back was away from him and you laughed nervously. "Wh-whaht? Me? No-no, I'm okay. Just a close call-" Zane gently grabbed your shoulder and saw you cover the finger with a towel.

He looked at you with a 'really' look and you smiled sheepihsly. "Hehe- I tried to be careful?" Zane sighed, taking your hand and guides you toward the sink.

"Zane? Zane, come on, I'm fine. It's barely bleeding."

"I don't believe you." He replied and you sighed, allowing him to unroll the towel to reveal the wound.

He turned the the tap and waited for the hot water to pour. Once it did he slowly placed your finger under the water, "This miht sting, I'm sorry." He whispered in your ear. He was stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your body as he cleaned your wound.

You hissed at the pain when the water hits the wound, but when he added the soap you grabbed his arm to pull him back. "I know." He spoke softly as tears stung in your eye.

Seconds later he turned the water off and cleaned your woun with the towel to stop the bleeding. Quickly he grabbed a bandaid from the first aid kit in the bottom drawer and placed the bandaid on your finger.

"Thanks." You spoke after a couple minutes of silence while Zane went back to cooking the steak. He nods before walking back to you. You were sitting on the chair and table by the side of the kitchen. "You're welcome, Y/N. I told you to be careful, and you manged to cut yourself seconds later. That doesn't seem 'careful' to me."

You chcukled to yourself, "I'm so glad my knight in shinging titanium armor was here to help." You joked, but you didn't hear Zane laugh. You looked up at him to see a hint of light pink on his cheek.

"No way. You're blushing?" You laughed as Zane pulled away from you. "I'm unsure what you mean, Y/N?" He smiled to himself, going back to the steak.

You grinned, "Don't fuck with me, Robot-man. You were blushing, I made tou blush! And that quickly too? Wow, you are one easy Ninja to fluster. I though Jay was wor-"

Suddenly, you felt a pair of cold lips collide with your's. Your eyes widen when you realized it was Zane? He was fully into it, eye's shut and all. His hands were resting on your shoulder as your neck was streched up to reach his lips.

He pulled away after moments of kissing, and without knowing, a blush a red covered your cheeks and nose. It was like the middle of your face was covered with dark red paint.

"I'm sorry? You were saying something?" He teased, butterflies in your stomach started to form and you giggled uncontrollably. Zane smiled at you and went back to the steak.

Dinner arrived around 11 and everyone was seated around the table. They all got their plate and began to dig in. You made some side dishes such as mashed poatoes, salad, and you even made poutine, with Zane's help of course.

Everyone seemed to enjoy it x10 then before when Zane made dinner. "Woah. Zane, you've outdid yourself with this steak. It's delisious! What's in it?" Nya smiled as she took yet another bite as she asked.

You and Zane looked at each and you replied for him, "Well, I'm glad you asked Nya. You see, I was cutting the onions but I accdentily cut my finger and maybe a little bit of blood may of slipped in there. That may be what your eating?"

Suddenlt, everyone but Zane and you spat the food out while MAster Wu silently grabbed a napkin and spat it out in his white napkin. "Ah, ew! Y/N blood!" Jay cringed as Y/N and Zane chuckled to themselves.

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