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missvelvetsstuff · 10 months
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@supraveng , I accidentally deleted the ask and took longer than intended but here you go.
I have a request for your milestone celebration......can you write a Ransom Drysdale or Nick Fowler story?  any scenario you like, just keeping his asshole persona except he's totally soft for the reader? 
Traded up
Nick Fowler x Reader, past Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Ransom shattered her heart but Nick put it back together and filled it with love. What happens when they run into each other?
Warnings: swearing, a little angst
Notes: Idk how I ended up with over 700 followers but thanks for joining me for this ride.
Not exactly what you asked for but this is where my brain went. Hope you like it.
This is my first attempt to write anyone other than Bucky so I hope it doesn't suck.
Tried to keep the reader as generic as I could but she's a tall girl, like me.
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When she walked into the ballroom, people noticed. Over 6 feet tall in heels wearing a long sleeve, boat neck, backless, black silk gown with a slit up her right thigh and 2 strings of diamonds draping down her back. Hair arranged with simple black lacquer combs, a pair of large diamond studs adorned her ears, a colorful Graff Hallucination watch graced her wrist. Simple make up focused on her cat eyes.
She had the look of old money, completely comfortable in her bespoke clothes and long, lithe body.
She looked around, searching for someone and deflated slightly when she couldn't find him. A waiter offered champagne but she waved him off and moved gracefully  towards the bar where she ordered a real drink.
Ransom noticed the murmuring and looked up from the blonde he was chatting up but couldn't see who was causing the whispers. He watched the crowd part and saw a woman step up to the bar, her backless dress so low cut he was sure he could see some cleavage. His eyes roamed over her back then opened wide and doubled back when he saw the scar on her left shoulder. From the spring of a trampoline when she was a child.
His heart sped up, he wasn't ready to see her and didn't know if he ever would be. She was the one that got away. He was young and stupid and blew it. Didn't expect to ever see her again, rumour was she had moved to California. He kept watching as she sat gracefully on a barstool and her dress adjusted so he definitely could see some crack. His heart sped up.
The blonde noticed his distraction and tugged on his coat "Raaaann" she whined.
He clenched his jaw "Shut the hell up" spat through gritted teeth, without taking his eyes off of her. His heart ached and he felt hot, unsure of what to do, something he wasn't accustomed to. He decided going full Ransom playboy was the safest call. He couldn't let anyone see how badly he wanted her, how much he missed her.
Y/N sipped her drink and kept her eyes roaming the room until they fell on him. She threw the rest of her drink back and requested another, sighing. She knew there was a good chance Ransom would be here, his mother was on the board of this charity and he always liked seeing how many debutantes he could get into in one evening. She had hoped she wouldn't have to face him alone but she wasn't going to let him see how badly he hurt her. She wouldn't let him know the true effect he had on her.
She was better, stronger now and loved by someone who was willing to put in the work a relationship requires, someone loyal to her, someone who worshipped her. She just wished he was here right now.
She looked at her watch and tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the bar when she felt someone behind her.
"Well, well, look at what the cat dragged in. You look extremely fuckable, as always" Ransom laughed softly.
Y/N turned around slowly, looking him over with contempt. "Hugh."
And turned back to her drink.
Ransom bristled "You know I hate when you call me that."
She shrugged. "Not my problem."
"Don't try to be coy with me. We both came here alone, we'll leave together."
She scoffed "Not if you were the last man on earth, Hugh." She paused "I'm meeting someone."
Ransom laughed "Sure you are sweetheart. Don't make up excuses, if there is someone he shouldn't keep you waiting." He looked her up and down again, licking his lips "I certainly wouldn't leave you alone here."
She laughed "Riight, you'd just run off to fuck someone else in the bathroom, then race back to me stinking of her."
She waved her left hand, showing him the large diamond "I didn't buy this for myself"
He opened his mouth to say something but she put her hand up to stop him and looked at him disdainfully "Please fuck all the way off, Hugh." She spat
Ransom was feeling irritated, the blonde had already moved on and he was horny and determined to hook up with his ex. "Look, Y/N that was the past and it only happened a couple of times. Why do you have to make such a big deal about it?"
The bartender came over to check on her and refilled her drink while Ransom glared at him. She dropped a hundred into the tip jar and Ransom shook his head "Why are you tipping the help, they get paid enough."
Y/N shook her head and chuckled "You still haven't fucked off, Hugh. You might regret that."
"Doubt it." He crowded into her space and lowered his voice "You smell delicious. We can head into the bathroom, they're pretty spacious here. I can fuck you like I used to, make you squeal and mark that pussy as mine. Maybe I'll take a taste and-" he saw her shaking her head and scoffed "Then how about a dance, for old times sake?"
He grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the dance floor, then turned her around grabbed her waist and pulled her back flush against his chest. She tried to pull away when she felt his erection rubbing against her ass.
Ransom pulled back suddenly, distracted by a kerfuffle at the entrance. Y/N took the opportunity to wrench herself free of him and head for the bar but he followed her as she reclaimed her seat at the bar.
"Why the fuck is it so difficult to check my goddamn coat? Is there anyone working here with an IQ over 75? Does that valet even have his drivers license? He looks like he's 12. Unfuckingbelievable." Echoed throughout the room. She shivered at his voice.
Ransom saw a tall man, taller than him, with short dark hair and a 5 o'clock shadow, obviously expensive black suit, rolex on his wrist, walking straight towards them. He looked familiar but Ransom couldn't place him.
Y/N smiled when she heard him and looked at Ransom pointedly "Last chance."
He smirked at her "I'm good here."
She shrugged then gasped when the tall man put his hand on her bare back, his touch and his voice did things to her. His scent wrapped around her, pine and citrus, making her feel safe and aroused at the same time.
He was taller than her, even in her heels, and kissed her cheek before he spoke.
"Sorry I'm late babe, had a damn flat." He looked up at Ransom, knowing full well who he was and what he did.
"Who's your little friend?" Then offered his hand "Nick Fowler"
She smiled "Nicky, this is Hugh. I told you about him. His mother is on the board."
Nick squeezed Ransoms hand a little too tightly and looked him in the eye until Ransom looked away which made Nick smile.
Ransom tried not to wince "Ransom Drysdale, only the help call me Hugh."
Nick nodded "I know all about you Drysdale." He grinned widely "Ever find any purpose in your life beyond fucking debutantes? It'll get old eventually." He squeezed Y/N to him "Best to find a good one and settle down." She smiled up at him with hearts in her eyes.
Ransom bristled and puffed his chest out. Who the fuck Was this guy to talk down to him? He was Ransom fucking Drysdale and this guy was- his train of thought was derailed when Nick leaned down to kiss Y/N and Ransom felt his stomach drop. This guy was the one with Y/N, that's who he was.
Nick looked up after ending the kiss and looked surprised. "You're still here? She's mine and there's nothing you could do to change that so be on your way. I don't want to have to mess up your pretty face in front of all these people."
Y/N just smiled and adjusted herself in her seat. She loved when Nick was possessive and jealous because it led to the best sex, made him almost feral.
Ransom tried to puff up and regain his dominance but it was for naught, Y/N was completely absorbed with Nick, as though Ransom didn't exist. He deflated, looking at her sadly, knowing that he blew the best thing in his life and it was too late to fix it.
As Ransom walked away Y/N poked Nick in the chest "You're so mean, Nicky."
Nick smiled at her "That's because I'm surrounded by idiots and assholes." He cradled her cheek in his hand, feeling his heart speed up when she leaned into him. "Except for you, sweetheart. I'll always be good to you."
He kissed her again, a little more passionate, more needy.
When he pulled away he offered his hand "We already made our donation and the food at these things always sucks. Why don't I take you home and we'll order takeout."
He ran his hand up the slit in her dress "and I'll show you how good I can be to you."
Y/N took his hand, stood up and forced herself to walk next to him, rather than racing to his car so they could hurry home together, Ransom forgotten like yesterdays gossip.
Nick stopped suddenly and pulled her up against him before she knew what he was doing then whispered in her ear
"You know, I've heard the bathrooms here are really nice."
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0kami-19 · 7 days
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Remember the buttonblossom fanfic I once mentioned? Just yesterday I went on my phone to edit it, and it turns out it was deleted... The entire draft was deleted! Just a couple more scenes left and it was ready to be published, but now I have to start from scratch again...
In order not to leave you without an idea of how the fanfic was going, here are some drawings of a particular scene
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I'm fine hahahaha! I absolutely don't want to cry over a lost month-long project hahahaha!
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marymousesoul · 2 years
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The lack of Snotlout x Fishlegs content on the internet is honestly disappointing-
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magdaluxe · 6 months
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im in a painful poll mood lately sorry
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pineapple-frenzy · 26 days
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Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara
They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them
But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd
The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>
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notemaker · 1 month
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The ringmaster and the amphitheater. The chessboard and the player. Round and round they go.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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A new challenger approaches (slowly)
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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novelconcepts · 25 days
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One of the most fundamentally interesting things to me about YJ and writing fic, specifically, is how the blame changes hands depending on the story. On whose perspective you're writing from. On whose story it is at a given moment. The very thing I dislike about viewers missing the point becomes so fascinating to me from within the narrative. Who are these characters when seen through the eyes of their peers?
Who does Jackie become? If you're Shauna, she's the love of your life, and your greatest rival, and the other half of your soul, and the person you blame for your dead dreams. If you're Van, she's the respected captain who earns none of your respect in the woods, the one who left you to die without blinking, the easiest target for teenage malice. If you're Natalie, she's competition for affection, the blabbermouth who can't leave well enough alone, the hands putting themselves to no good use. If you're Jackie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You're losing face a little more every day, and you're made of despair, and you can't even trust your best friend. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.
Who does Lottie become? If you're Natalie, she's your direct foil, the splinter under the edge of your thumbnail, the smart mouth to match your own, the confusing amalgamation of normal friend and mad ritual. If you're Misty, she's the first shred of obvious power in months, a leader who might need to be nudged back into line, a fascinating exercise in hitching your wagon to the right star early on. If you're Taissa, she's flat-nuts and endlessly frustrating, she's got your girlfriend's full attention, she's incredibly dangerous. If you're Lottie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You've built a pedestal you can't keep your balance on, and you're not sure if you're right or going crazy, and you didn't want this. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.
From outside the narrative, there is no bad guy. There is no blame. It is no one's fault. It is Man v. Nature, they are doing the best they can with an impossible situation. They're all trying to contribute what they can to the story, for better or worse.
From inside the narrative, you are a teenager trapped in a society constructed entirely of bare-bones-survival with the wildest assortment of girls. From inside the narrative, to stay human, you have to love and fight, respect and judge. Every story changes the game. Every story shifts the blame. A hero in one has the bloodiest hands in the next. And that, to me, is such a thrilling sandbox to play in.
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accirax · 25 days
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a collection of DCAS memes so far
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Does
Does Barnaby
Does Barnaby tell the others to get off his lawn when he's angry
psh, who do you think he is, an old man? he'd Bark, like any lively young dog
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iaki5 · 7 days
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I decided to draw @akisuyaki 's dtiys yyaaayy!!1 💥💥💥
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haunted-xander · 3 months
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You raised a child together Thancred what did you expect
+ a bonus I came up with while drawing this lol
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electrozeistyking · 3 months
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What if disassembly drones could unwittingly overwrite the way their body heals based on how they view themselves? And if they just so happened to believe they were a dangerous monster... you see where I’m going with this, right?
I consider this an alternate take on the end of Episode 2, where all N’s body knows is that something hurts and he seemingly doesn’t have enough material to repair it, so it spends the next few weeks constantly demanding more material, but instead using it to turn him into a “dangerous monster.”
Imagine showing up to Prom 3071 with this. Holy shit, imagine Doll turning and being like “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?” while N’s awkwardly hunched over and being like “I could’ve been Dapper N, but instead I rolled up to prom as a monster.”
(SolverUzi/Monster N crossover when???)
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pharawee · 4 months
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—TWINS THE SERIES · Episode 8
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transmascissues · 5 months
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hey i know your post about your mom was mostly just a personal vent, but i have to say, do you realize that also happens with trans girls and their fathers? literally happened to one of my friends. i’m not trying to downplay your experience or something but i found it strange that you seem to think this is something that only affects transmascs
i have one question for you: so fucking what?
i don’t doubt that trans girls have experienced similar things and yeah, that’s bad too, but what the fuck does that have to do with me and the specific things i’m facing as a result of being a trans man? i never said “look at this thing that happens to ONLY trans men and NO ONE ELSE,” i just said “hey, isn’t this thing that happens to a lot of trans men, including myself, fucked up?”
i would also like to point out that what you’re talking about is in fact a different (albeit similar) thing. the way cis people treat trans people can differ dramatically based on the cis person’s gender because their commitment to gender roles is, like, a major part of problem. the specific way a cis mother reacts to her trans son’s transition is often going to be very distinct, while a cis father will likely respond to his trans daughter in a different but equally distinct way.
what i’m talking about is a very specific kind of ownership and control and self-victimization and total lack of boundaries masquerading as love and care and maternal concern that cis women (i would argue white cis women in particular) project onto their transmasc kids when we do literally anything to our bodies. i’m talking about a phenomenon which is closely related to the way moms often pass eating disorders onto their daughters (or children they view as daughters) because they see a body that looks something like theirs and project all of their insecurities and ideals onto it. i’m talking about a form of parental transphobia and projection that’s specific to the dynamic of a cis mother and her child who was “supposed to” be her daughter.
if you’ve never felt that, you’re not even remotely qualified to tell me shit about how i should be talking about that experience, and if you couldn’t recognize that experience when you read my post, i’m guessing you probably haven’t experienced it because the replies to that post made it very clear to me that anyone who has experienced it firsthand immediately knew exactly what i meant.
like, yeah, cis dads also project onto their trans daughters, but are they likely to have a reaction like running away with actual tears streaming down their face? do you expect them to passive aggressively make comments about how sad their kid’s transition makes them, how it’s such a difficult emotional time, how it’s so tragic because their kid’s body was so beautiful before? do you think their go-to transphobic reaction will be weaponizing their emotions? i’m sure there are some dads out there who are like that, but i think we can agree they’re in the minority because that’s not how cis men are taught to react and parents like this tend to be pretty damn committed to following the gender roles they were taught.
and even if i’m wrong and our experiences are exactly the same, let me reiterate that i never said this was an experience exclusive to trans men. all i said is that it happens to us. that’s just a statement of objective fact.
this started in my life when i got my hair cut short for the first time almost a decade ago and it has not stopped since. i’ve watched my mom cry over me changing my name and respond to being asked if my happiness matters more to her than my name by saying “i care about both”, i’ve watched her melt down in a mall over me getting a suit for prom and give me the silent treatment for days after, i’ve heard her plead with me to stop t because it “looks unnatural” and she’s just so “concerned for my health”, i’ve watched her stare at me post-op and say “my poor baby” over and over like she’s looking at my corpse in a casket. i’ve watched her turn herself into the victim of every single aspect of my transition. i’ve had to live with this for 9 years and spent the early years of the pandemic literally locked in a house with it. this has been my entire adolescent and adult life, and the question of if i’ll have to cut her off someday (and maybe never see my cat or my little cousins who i love more than anything in the world ever again as a result) haunts me every single day.
who the fuck are you to tell me how to talk about that?
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theelmoarchive · 1 month
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Hey guys so today very normal things were occuring.
I was at school. Was being silly, being fun. Had actually kind of a mid day, BUT! the highlight was that I got to write ab Marble Hornets and specifically Troy Wagner for an assignment!! It was so great and awesome because I love talking about my interests ofc.
Then, I got home, tired, but not that bad. And i worked on an OC mini comic me and my friend are making, and I was talking to said friend when I just randomly decided to check my art account on Instagram and-
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I've been shaking for the past hour.
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