Protecting The Musician

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I will be periodically updating the list. PLEASE, PLEASE recommend your favourite BLACK AUTHORS, more importantly smaller creators (less than 1000 followers for instance) and authors that write for thick to chubby black readers and DARK SKIN black girls <3

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Surprise!

I couldn't contain my excitement as I sat in the audience, waiting for Bret's match to start at the WWF show in LA. You see, I had planned a surprise for him tonight. Bret was my favorite wrestler, and I had admired him from afar for so long.

As the lights dimmed and the music blared through the arena, my heart started racing. The energy in the crowd was electric as Bret's iconic theme song played. My eyes were fixated on the ring, eagerly waiting for him to make his entrance.

But little did Bret know, I was about to turn his world upside down. As he stepped into the ring, his eyes scanned the audience, unaware of what was about to happen. That's when I made my move. I had managed to secure a front-row seat near the aisle, strategically positioned for my surprise.

With butterflies in my stomach, I stood up and held up a handmade sign that read, "Bret, you're my hero!" His gaze met mine, and his expression shifted from confusion to pure astonishment. A smile spread across his face as he recognized the familiar words on the sign.

The match continued, but I could feel Bret's eyes on me throughout. There was an undeniable connection between us, fueled by the surprise and admiration we shared. It felt like time stood still as our eyes locked, the electricity between us pulsating with each passing moment.

Finally, the match came to an end, and Bret emerged victorious. The crowd erupted in cheers, but my attention was solely focused on him. I made my way backstage, nerves and excitement bubbling inside me like a cauldron.

As I reached Bret's locker room door, I took a deep breath and knocked. The door swung open, revealing Bret standing there, still sweaty from the intense match. His eyes widened with surprise as he saw me standing before him.

Without a word, he pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in an embrace that felt like home. His touch was electrifying, and I could feel the passion and gratitude radiating from him. In that moment, all the barriers between us disappeared, and we knew there was something special between us.

With the sound of cheers and the echo of the crowd still ringing in our ears, we found ourselves in a hotel room, lost in each other's embrace. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our bodies longing for closeness.

Time seemed to stand still as we explored the depths of our connection, fueled by the mutual admiration and surprise that brought us together. Every touch, every caress spoke volumes, conveying the unspoken words of longing and desire.

In that hotel room, we let go of the outside world, allowing ourselves to be immersed in the magic of the moment. It was a night filled with passion, excitement, and a connection that surpassed all expectations.

As we lay there in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of our encounter, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the surprise that brought us together. This unexpected rendezvous would forever be etched in both our hearts, a reminder of the power of surprises and the strength of our connection.

Okay. But like… would people be interested in some Bobby Nash x reader fics? Should I give in & just start writing them? Lol cause like… this MAN

The Baby’s Coming!!!

Request by anonymous pt. 1

As the day of their son's birth arrived, Y/n felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. But they were grateful for one thing - the unwavering support of their loving partner, Bret. He had been by/n's side throughout their entire pregnancy, attending doctor's appointments, birthing classes, and providing constant encouragement.

As Y/n's contractions intensified, Bret took charge, ensuring that the hospital bag was ready and everything was in order. He held Y/n's hand tightly, offering words of reassurance and love. The room became a sanctuary of calm amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

Y/n clung to Bret's presence, finding solace in his steady demeanor. He anticipated their needs before they could even voice them. Whether it was a comforting touch on their back or a cold compress on their forehead, Bret was always one step ahead, providing the perfect support at all times.

As the labor progressed, Y/n's pain grew more intense, but Bret never faltered. He remained a pillar of strength, offering soothing words during each contraction. His voice encouraged Y/n to breathe through the pain, reminding them of the beautiful outcome waiting at the end.

When the time came for Y/n to push, Bret was right there, holding Y/n's hand firmly, never letting go. With every push, his unwavering support gave Y/n the strength to continue, reminding them of their incredible journey together.

And then, finally, their son entered the world, a tiny bundle of joy. As the cries filled the room, tears of joy streamed down Y/n's face. Bret leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Y/n's forehead, his heart filled with overwhelming love and pride.

In that moment, Y/n realized how lucky they were to have Bret as their partner. He had been their rock, supporting them every step of the way, and now, he was holding their precious son in his arms.

As they gazed down at their child, Y/n felt a rush of gratitude for having such an incredible partner. Together, they had welcomed their son into the world, and they knew that their journey as parents would be filled with love, laughter, and the unwavering support of each other.

Hate to be that bitch but where’s the ava x reader stories ??? Actually where the avanine stories too while we at it ???

There's not a fine line between cultural appropriation and cultural appreciation. The difference is more obvious than you think it is.

Researching another person's cultural and really learning it is not appropriation in the slightest. I love learning others cultures. Genuinely learning and understanding another people's way of life and their traditions is appreciation. Asking questions about their culture and learning is a show of appreciation. And if you are lucky to be invited to join those people because they want you to be there and experience whatever it is they're doing, that is appreciation.

If you get gifted something of importance from another culture, that's appreciation. Because they willingly shared it with you. You standing by them in protests or in celebrations amplifying their voices is appreciation. You fighting with them against those who dismiss their culture or their way of life even when not they are not present is appreciation.

Appropriation is taking without asking (read: stealing) a part of a culture reframing or rewording it to seem a little different and claiming it as yours. Appropriation is wearing someone's artifacts for funsies. Talking over others experiences especially when you yourself are not prone to experiencing what they are more likely to deal with. A closed culture is closed for a fucking reason. You can do your research sure, but participation is not for you.

Appreciating is observation, understanding, a hands off unless invited or if it considered open for anyone to come and participate if they like. Appreciating is respecting the boundaries that have been made. Appropriation does none of those things.

And one more thing: The act of learning another's language unless specified that this should not be spoken by anyone outside that culture is not appropriation at all. In fact it breaks a huge barrier, and brings people closer together. Even if you're struggling to speak it, write it, understand etc. People will see that effort and encourage/help you.

Valentine’s Day

Happy late Valentine’s Day who all celebrated.

Request by anonymous

I woke up on Valentine's Day with a sense of tingling through my veins. As wrestler, I was used to adrenaline-fueled moments in the ring, but today promised a different kind of thrill. My husband, Bret, had hinted at a surprise that would set our hearts racing, and I couldn't wait to see what he had in store.

The day passed in a blur of anticipation, the hours ticking by slowly until it was finally time for Bret's grand reveal. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our home, I found myself standing in the living room, surrounded by candlelight and rose petals fluttering gently in the air.

Bret stood before me, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he beckoned me forward. The sultry strains of R&B music filled the room, adding to the intimate ambiance that enveloped us. My heart raced as I took in the sight before me, knowing that this Valentine's Day would be unlike any other.

Bret handed me a glass of champagne, the bubbles tickling my nose as I took a sip, savoring the taste of luxury on my lips. His eyes sparkled with desire and adoration, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine. I knew then that this night held promises of passion and love that would ignite our souls.

As the evening unfolded, Bret revealed a feast fit for royalty, a symphony of flavors that tantalized my taste buds. The spicy dishes added an extra kick to the already charged atmosphere, fueling the flames of desire that burned between us.

In that moment, as I looked into Bret's eyes, I felt a surge of emotion welling up inside me. This Valentine's Day surprise was more than just a celebration; it was a testament to the depth of our love, a reminder of the fiery connection that bound us together. As we danced into the night, lost in each other's arms, I knew that this Valentine's Day would be etched in my memory forever.

You know what fuck it I'm gonna become an influencer