#do you guys like the watermark i made it up on the spot :)

[lovelessbachelor]

Wow this is seriously the first time I've posted my art of here. well. happy pride lol here is one of my babies. His name is Oscar and I love him.

[welcome-to-the-neotheater]

I made one of those iceberg memes for AJR

It includes both songs and also just like fanbase stuff

Thanks to the website I made this on for putting their massive fucking watermark over the bottom

Full explanation:

Bang!: Bang! has been, in some ways the most popular AJR song. YouTube says WSV has more streams than Bang! does but I think that has more to do with the online popularity of it than anything else, as I've honestly heard more people say they've heard bang than WSV so I put it at the top.

WSV (World's Smallest Violin): WSV from Ok Orchestra has been one of songs I go to when I'm trying to see if maybe someone's heard an AJR song before and just hasn't realized it. It went pretty viral in 2022.

Weak: Weak was also a pretty massive song. It was released on the Click and according to YouTube Music has 238 million plays.

Burn The House Down: This song was released on the Deluxe version of The Click (it's not on the main one, which is surprising as it's the most popular song from the whole album). It's also one of AJR's biggest songs.

The Good Part: This was the first AJR song I'd ever heard! A lot of it's popularity was from TikTok trends that we're using the "can we skip to the good part" as a transition audio.

AJR is a band: I feel like this should go without saying and should be higher on the list, but the number of people I see referring to AJR collectively as "he" is infuriating. There are 3 of them holy shit dude look at any album cover of theirs and use some of those counting skills we should've learned in preschool. However, I do see people not involved in AJR stuff who understand how to count and say "their" when referring to them collectively so I put it above the water level on the iceberg.

Way Less Sad: This song also did pretty well. It was released on Ok Orchestra. However it's not one I think most non-AJR fans would've heard so I put it as the first "under water level" spot on the iceberg.

AJR stands for Adam Jack and Ryan: A lot of people don't know this but I think it's one of the first things you'd google if you were starting to join the fanbase. Adam Jack and Ryan are the first names of the bassist, lead singer, and keyboardist respectively.

Jack's Hat: Pretty much since I want to say 2015 (?) Jack has worn this hat during pretty much anything relating to the band.

It was his mother's hat and appears as early as Living Room overture

pssst Women's Ultrawarm Bomber Hat | Accessories at L.L.Bean (llbean.com)

They're brothers: Adam Jack and Ryan are brothers. Not much more to elaborate on here except that a lot of people didn't seem to know this.

Karma: One of the greatest songs ever made and definitely one any fan knows. It was on Neotheater

Overtures: For the albums the click, living room, and ok orchestra the album has started with a song called "Overture" (or "Ok Overture" in Ok Orchestra's case). These songs are just like a mash up of the other songs on the album.

Both Living Room and The Click's overtures display this definition at the beginning of the song as "Overture" isn't in most peoples vocabularies

I guess by Ok Overture we were expected to understand what was going on as there was no definition at the beginning of that one.

T__ M____ M__: So whether or not you know what this is will depend on how active you were in the community at the time TMM (what we now know is The Maybe Man) was being teased. Essentially we were told of the initials "TMM" and that the first word had 3 letters, the second 5, and the 3rd 3 and nothing else. There was someone selling shirts that said "AJRdle" at one point (I can't find them now), and that refers the wordle we were essentially playing with the album name.

Joe: This song was written about a guy who went to Ryan's high school that he looked up to. It's not a hugely popular song but it's one most fans would know. It appears on Ok Orchestra.

Adventure is Out There: Another less popular Ok Orchestra song. This one's great too.

I'm Ready: This song was their "first" (more on that later) song and was also their first hit. Sia shouted them out and that pretty much made the song a hit.

It was in the trailer for Trainwreck in 2015

Trainwreck (2015) - IMDb

Pitchfork Kids: Beloved by fans and considered by some as the best song on Living Room. It originally came out in the Infinity EP.

Normal: So a lot of people miss this song's existence as it was on the deluxe edition on the click but not the official one. It's kinda overlooked. Citation needed, but I believe it's the least popular song that's post living room.

Weak has an acoustic version: This title is pretty self-explanatory, but a lot of people missed the acoustic version of weak that came out in the "Weak Remixes" EP (I guess its an EP?)

City Savers: My beloved city savers. Sadly this and other AJR webisodes were taken down from the official page but there is a reupload.

AJR WEBISODE: CITY SAVERS (youtube.com)

Essentially it was just a skit they did. I'm not sure when it came out but if I had to guess it looks like it might've been around 2013.

A Day In The Life: City Savers' slightly overlooked twin. Another webisode from around this time.

Dear Winter 2.0: AJR released an alternate version of Dear Winter. All the lyrics are the same but the production is different. A lot of people don't seem to talk about this.

3 AM: Not to be confused with 3 O'clock things, 3 AM was released on the infinity EP in 2014. It's the least played AJR song that's still officially available.

AJR Covers Channel: There exists a second official AJR youtube channel thats @/AJRBrothers instead of just @/AJR

AJRBrothers - YouTube

They posted covers of songs. It hasn't been active for 11 years.

I also love how hilariously outdated their About section is.

6Foot1: This was just an alternate title for the I'm Ready EP.

Woody Allen, AfterHours, and Buy You A Rose still have their 6Foot1 versions up on AJR's youtube channel.

Jack was in The Pink Panther 2: Yeahhh

So when Jack was 11 he was in a movie called the Pink Panther 2. He played a character named Antoine. I watched the movie and he was only in like 5 minutes of it total. I wasn't paying a ton of attention to the movie but I think he was supposed to be the nephew of the main character.

If you've ever seen this:

Its from the promotion for this movie.

He was also in one called Billy Bates according to IMDB but I've never seen that one.

Anyways if for whatever reason you want to watch the Pink Panther 2 (it's terrible and absolutely earned its 12% rotten tomatoes rating) you can watch it here for free on Tubi:

Watch The Pink Panther 2 (2009) - Free Movies | Tubi (tubitv.com)

Married On A Hill: Mostly just mentioning this song cause I discovered it and became obsessed with it a couple of weeks ago but essentially it's a song of theirs from like 2014 or 2013 that was played live a couple of times and never officially released (but was released accidentally in 2020 Married On A Hill | AJR Wiki | Fandom) but there are still concert recordings of it on YouTube.

Here's one:

AJR - Married On A Hill 11/4/14 (youtube.com)

Born and Bred: Born and Bred was the first album they ever released, but it's been taken down. According to genius.com, it came out on March 8th 2010, but take this with a grain of salt because genius.com sucks balls. But, I digress.

It still exists on YouTube but I didn't tell you that.

Adam was in a The Onion video: This also has a pretty self explanatory title.

Adam appears in the Onion's "High School Tonys Nation's Drama Club Nerds" at 0:55

High School Tonys Honor Nation's Drama Club Nerds (youtube.com)

Go On Take A Chance: This was AJR's first song. It exists on YouTube and has a music video. It appears as the first track on Born and Bred and was released as a single according to genius.com on January 13th 2010. Again, take this with a grain of salt because genius.com sucks balls.

But I digress put your hands up cause I won't

Venture: Venture was the second album released by AJR and has also been taken down. There is a lot less of this album available online so it's lost media in a way. Genius.com says venture came out September 12th (yikes) 2010, but have I mentioned that I fucking hate genius.com. This album has 10 songs.

AJR - EP: And we reach the end. This EP was released after Venture and Born and Bred and had 4 songs, one of which was The World Is A Marble heart, which I'm pretty sure makes it the oldest still publicly available AJR song. I think it's the same on the AJR EP as it is on Living Room but I haven't heard the original version to confirm that. If genius.com is to be trusted (it generally is not) it came out July 17th 2012. I think most of the EP is available on YouTube.

I only put this one at the bottom because in my experience the community seems to talk about it less than Born and Bred and Venture.

[amm0mag]

Hi there, let me introduce myself!

My name is Mag, but I've gained many names on the Internet over the years. These names are: Ammo | Biscuit | Fish | Exotic | File(s) | Forgotten | Cryptid | Pancake | Gaming

I use he/him pronouns and I'm trans female to male (FtM.) I'm pansexual and polyamorous (happily taken. <3)

I am the creator of the StarFall UnderTale AU which is currently in the works. @official-starfall for anyone who wants to check it out!

I also have an Instagram account now, where I'll primarily post what I draw, but also maybe some photos since I don't really share those much on here :]

I'm just a guy on the internet who's a bit too dumb for society plus rambles and forgets things. Oh- and a multi-fandom idiot. Some of the things I like are: UnderTale (duh), FNAF, various animes, Slime Rancher, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Splatoon, Terraria, Subnautica, TF2, SCP, and a lot more (that I'm most likely forgetting.)

Do not interact if you accept...

Homophobia

Transphobia

Pedophilia

Anti-Semitism

Zoophilia

Racism

Sexism

Pro-shipper

Ableist

Probably more that I can't think of...

What will you find on this blog?

First and foremost, types of content:

I will mostly post art, oftentimes the finished products but I might end up posting sneak peeks as well. I also, from time-to-time, post writing blurbs, which often are created using a prompt and not related to any of my written works. I also might post a meme or two, or a few pictures I took. I also tend to reblog some things, if they're important or if I absolutely love and adore that post.

You can find the link to my mini masterpost for my fanfics I've written (and am currently writing) here!

Second of all, the contents of my content (if that makes any sense?):

Most of what I draw is going to be Undertale-related. You're especially going to see a lot of skeletons on here, since I draw those the most.

You'll also see a lot of original characters (OCs) here.

I sometimes draw humans, but not nearly as often as skeletons.

On occasion I'll draw a furry or some object heads, but it depends.

Collabs, commissions, and other art stuff?

Collaboration pieces: I am alright with doing collabs! But ask me first

Commissions: Open!! Working on a commissions sheet, but if you're interested please DM and I can show you some examples and tell my prices :]

Character Adopts: I do make some from time to time, so you might spot one or two floating across my blog. I upload a version with a watermark to my blog but when someone buys the character I will send them a version without said watermark. I will reblog the post and mention it has been sold. (Note that I use Venmo.)

Fanart: I'm a-okay with fanart of my characters, but unless I personally know you, please ask first, I'll most likely say yes! (Keep it clean though.)

Art Trades: I'm usually open! Just DM me and we can discuss!

I think that's all? Oh- and if you made it to the end of this post, thanks! Have a lovely day :]

[frostbite-the-bat]

its funny i originally made my toon blog to not bother ppl on this blog w toontown stuff but now its like. thats my spot to be More Noral on toontown if it makes sense i feel like due to my url being cathalbravecog i must make myself presentable. people recognize me toon in-game and me as "the cathal guy" (even if i rarely talk about them now). 300ish followers isnt a whole lot but that could be a decently full server in toontown! its not a nothing number and people certainly know me. as much as my recognizability is a joke with me and my friends it's a bit stressful at times. doesnt help my paranoia (is.. that the right word...? i apologize) of saying 1 thing wrong like a fact or a opinion and that i'll be hunted down, doxxed and harassed. and rsd in general over getting a fact wrong and being informed about it.

so i try not to post there now as much and keep my more... "whiny" longer rambles here about this i guess. i feel so wrong for talking like this there and it's literally just a side blog. i don't know what (aside from the things i already mentioned) caused me to view it that way. i dunno i feel like my attempts to be more proper choke me out there.

when im more myself people ignore me, and if i do get attention on my own personal stuff or if i leave even a bit of a longer ramble on things i just get ignored or hit up w ppl i... may not be the biggest fan of, i'll be real! im sghorry i may wanna talk but wgho is this 12 yeaur old :sob:

i feel like i have this pressure on my shoulders while also not being "cool" enough. it's easy to say to ignore these things but a bit hard when you really dont have anything else going on in youre life. hot diggity dang

yea man i dunno i feel better about talking abt toontown here now... i felt similarly to my bugsnax blog as i do now except now i have an url im badly attached to, its a part of my watermark, i use this name in other places and so far i've posted all my toontown art there. man i dunno.

i guess ill try to keep that as my toontown art posting game and have occasional rambles there but have other stuff here? ugh i dont wanna reblog posts on 2 places. dude. the ppl who follow me there dont follow this and then ppl who follow this dont follow that and like man if i rb art from someone i like i want ppl to see it.

aurughhh christ almighgthly never let urself get folllouvers or try to act all proper brah

[pikahlua]

MHA Chapter 310 Translation Notes

By the way, I also did a rough/literal translation of part of chapter 310 (the important part) recently. See under the cut for more.

WARNING: The website that sources the raw scans watermarks each page. PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE MAY BE POP-UPS ON THIS SITE THAT ARE GRAPHICALLY 18+. I highly recommend a pop-up/ad blocker if you attempt to go there.

1 ありがとうございます！ arigatou gozaimasu! “Thank you!”

2 傷みやすいから いたみやすいから itami yasui kara “It’s easy to damage it, so”

3 早めにな はやめにな hayameni na “be quick about it.”

4 まるで時代が逆行しているかの様さぁ まるでじだいがぎゃっこうしているかのようさぁ maru de jidai ga gyakkou shite iru ka no you saa “It’s as if the times are retrograding, huh.”

1 目をつけられないよう息を潜めるだけの日々… めをつけられないよういきをひそめるだけのひび… me wo tsukeraretai you iki wo hisomeru dake no hibi... “The days when you’d just hold your breath so no eyes would spot you...”

2 まるで超常黎明期さぁ まるでちょうじょうれいめいきさぁ maru de choujou reimeiki saa “Just like the Advent of Quirks.”

3 死柄木と… しがらきと… Shigaraki to... “Shigaraki and...”

4 オール・フォー・ワン OORU FOO WAN “All For One,”

5 荼毘 だび Dabi “Dabi,”

6 脳無たち… のうむたち… noumu-tachi... “the noumu...”

7 敵連合… ヴィラんれんごう… VIRAN rengou... “The league of villains...”

8 手掛かりは未だ掴めない てがかりはいまだつかめない tegakari wa ima da tsumenai “We still can’t grasp their trail.”

9 ダツゴクへの対応で警察も人手が足りず捜査は遅々として進まないそうです ダツゴクへのたいおうでけいさつもひとでがたりずそうさはちちとしてすすまないそうです DATSUGOKU he no taiou de keisatsu mo hitode ga tarizu sousa wa chichi to shite susumanai sou desu “The police are also short on manpower what with the prison breaks, so it seems the investigation has slowed and won’t progress.”

10 やられたい放題だな…！ やられたいほうだいだな…！ yararetai houdai da na...! “[The villains] can just do whatever they want...!”

11 AFOの”個性”を移植された死柄木は オール・フォー・ワンの”こせい”をいしょくされたしがらきは OORU FOO WAN no “kosei” wo ishoku sareta Shigaraki wa “Shigaraki, with AFO’s quirk transplanted in him,”

12 エンデヴァーや相澤先生たちと協力しても尚止められない程強かった エンデヴァーやあいざわせんせいたちときょうりょくしてもなおとめられないほどつよかった ENDEVAA ya Aizawa-sensei-tachi to kyouryoku shite mo nao tomerarenai hodo tsuyokatta “was so strong we still couldn’t stop him with Endeavor and Aizawa-sensei’s cooperation.”

1 ワン・フォー・オールの全てを引き出さなきゃ ワン・フォー・オールのすべてをひきださなきゃ WAN FOO OORU no subete wo hikidasanakya “I have to draw out everything in One For All”

2 何も止められない なにもとめられない nani mo tomerarenai “or none of this will stop.”

3 君たちもいい加減に…彼に協力してあげてくれ きみたちもいいかげんに…かれにきょうりょくしてあげてくれ kimi-tachi mo ii kagen ni...kare ni kyouryoku shite agete kure “Come on now, you guys...please cooperate with him.”

1 ーーー緑谷が目覚める前OFAの中ーーー ーーーみどりやがめざめるまえワン・フォー・オールのなかーーー ---Midoriya ga mezameru mae WAN FOO OORU no naka--- ---Before Midoriya awoke, inside OFA---

2 力を全解放するための ちからをぜんかいほうするための chikara wo zenkaihou suru tame no “In order to release all the power,”

3 協力を… きょうりょくを… kyouryoku wo... “cooperate...”

4 頼むよ たのむよ tanomu yo “I beg you,”

5 マイヒーロー MAI HIIROO “my heroes.”

1 坊主ぅ‼︎ ぼうずぅ‼︎ bouzuu!! “Kiddo!!”

2 今の内に他の”個性”に慣れとこうぜェ⁉︎ いまのうちにほかの”こせい”になれとこうぜェ⁉︎ ima no uchi ni hoka no “kosei” ni nare to kou zeE!? “Let’s familiarize you with the other quirks for now, eh!?”

3 四ノ森さんと煙のは特によ‼︎ しのもりさんとえんのはとくによ‼︎ Shinomori-san to En no wa toku ni yo!! “Especially Mr. Shinomori’s and En’s!!”

4 起きた時にスムーズにイメージできるようにさぁ‼︎ おきたときにスムーズにイメージできるようにさぁ‼︎ okita toki ni SUMUUZU ni IMEEJI dekiru you ni saa!! “So you can smoothly visualize them when you wake up!!”

5 それアリっすね sore ARI ssu ne “Good idea.”

6 ……俺たちは ……おれたちは ......ore-tachi wa “......We”

7 最も苛烈な時代を生きた もっともかれつなじだいをいきた motto mo karetsu na jidai wo ikita “lived in the most severe era.”

1 オール・フォー・ワンの肉体的全盛 オール・フォー・ワンのにくたいてきぜんせい OORU FOO WAN no nikutaiteki zensei “All For One’s Golden Age made manifest.”

2 ひたすらに支配を拡げていた時代 ひたすらにしはいをひろげていたじだい hitasura ni shihai wo hirogete ita jidai “The era in which he single-mindedly spread his control.”

3 支配される者は自分が支配されているとは気付かない しはいされるものはじぶんがしはいされているとはきづかない shihai sareru mono wa jibun ga shihai sarete iru to wa kidzukanai “Those being controlled didn’t realize they were being controlled.”

4 ”リーダー”は未来を危惧し ”リーダー”はみらいをきぐし “RIIDAA” wa mirai wo kigushi “Leader feared for the future”

5 オール・フォー・ワンの支配に打ち勝つ為 オール・フォー・ワンのしはいにうちかつため OORU FOO WAN no shihai ni uchi katsu tame “In order to overcome/conquer/defeat/out-hit All For One’s control,”

6 仲間を率いて戦った なかまをひきいてたたかった nakama wo hikiite tatakatta “he led comrades to fight.”

1 おまえも一緒に見てきたはずだろ おまえもいっしょにみてきたはずだろ omae mo issho ni mite kita hazu daro “You also must have seen it together with us,”

2 与一 よいち Yoichi “Yoichi.”

3 ああ aa “Yes.”

4 おまえの兄を討つ為に おまえのあにをうつために omae no ani wo utsu tame ni “In order to defeat/exact revenge against your brother,”

5 幾つもの命を踏み台にしてきた いくつものいのちをふみだいにしてきた ikutsu mo no inochi wo fumidai ni shite kita “I have made countless lives into stepping stones.”

6 戦いの果てにあるのは たたかいのはてにあるのは tatakai no hate ni aru no wa “The [only] thing at the end of a battle”

7 勝つか負けるかだけだ いきるかしぬかだけだ ikiru (kanji: katsu) ka shinu (kanji: makeru) ka dake da “is whether you live (win) or die (lose).”

8 ”宿敵を救けたい”なんてイカレた幻想に俺たちの歩みを委ねるのか？ ”しゅくてきをたすけたい”なんてイカレたげんそうにおれたちのあゆみをゆだねるのか？ “shukuteki wo tasuketai” nante IKAREta gensou ni ore-tachi no ayumi wo yudaneru no ka? “We’re gonna entrust our footsteps to this crazy fantasy of ‘I want to save our nemesis’?”

1 イカレた幻想か…寂しいな… イカレたげんそうか…さびしいな… IKAREta gensou ka...sabishii na... “A crazy fantasy...? How lonesome...”

2 じゃあ何故あの日 じゃあなぜあのひ jaa naze ano hi “Then, why, that day,”

3 宿敵の片割れと知りながら しゅくてきのかたわれとしりながら shukuteki no kataware to shiri nagara “while knowing I was one of your nemeses,” (Note: Yoichi is saying he was one part of a group making up the Second’s “nemesis.”)

1 僕に手を差しのべた？ ぼくにてをさしのべた？ boku ni te wo sashi nobeta? “did you reach out your hand to me?”

2 君がこの部屋から連れ出してくれなければ何も始まらなかったよ きみがこのへやからつれだしてくれなければなにもはじまらなかったよ kimi ga kono heya kara tsure dashite kurenakereba nani mo hajimaranakatta yo “If you hadn’t taken me out of this room, none of this would have begun.”

3 そもそも…もう委ねる他ないんだ気付いてるからこうしてここに現れてくれてるんだろ？ もうゆだねるほかないんだきづいてるからこうしてここにあらわれてくれてるんだろ？ somosomo...mou yudaneru hoka nainda kidzuiteru kara koushite koko ni arawarete kureterundaro? “In the first place...aren’t you manifesting [for us] here like this because you’ve realized there’s no choice but to entrust [those footsteps]?”

4 本当にその小僧で終わると思うか？ ほんとうにそのこぞうでおわるとおもうか？ hontou ni sono kozou de owaru to omou ka? “Do you think this will really end with that boy?”

5 ああ aa “Yes.”

6 OFAの原点は兄さんに屈しないという思い……でもーーー ワン・フォー・オールのげんてんはにいさんにくっしないというおもい……でもーーー WAN FOO OORU no genten wa niisan ni kusshinai to iu omoi......demo--- “The origin of OFA was my will to not submit to my older brother......but---”

1 君が手を差し伸べてくれたから きみがてをさしのべてくれたから kimi ga te wo sashi nobete kureta kara “because you reached out your hand”

2 OFAは始まったんだ ワン・フォー・オールははじまったんだ WAN FOO OORU wa hajimattanda “One For All began.”

3 いいか小僧 いいかこぞう ii ka kozou “Listen up, boy.”

1 ここからは koko kara wa “From here on,”

2 加速していくぞ かそくしていくぞ kasoku shite iku zo “we’re speeding up/picking up the pace!”

3 はい‼︎ hai!! “Right!!”

tagline 師と共にーー強くなれ‼︎ しとともにーーつよくなれ‼︎ shi to tomo ni--tsuyoku nare!! Together with masters/teachers--become strong!!

[laiqualaurelote]

The Fiddle Game says Keeley or Roy to me (or both). Is that right?

Thank you for choosing from the DVD extras menu of Such Great Heists! Neither Keeley nor Roy here, but The Fiddle Game is possibly my favourite of the extras (and nearly a whole fic on its own). It draws on this story about a guy who bought a drawing in a yard sale for US$30 and discovered it might be a Albrecht Dürer worth millions, and this story about a rogue Melbourne gallerist who ripped off his artists.

The Fiddle Game

Li Xing presses her nose to the glass window of the Caruso Gallery. If she stands in a certain spot, she can hear snatches of what is being said inside - like what the American with the moustache is saying to Roman Caruso.

“I wouldn’t part with it if I didn’t have to,” the American is saying. He is middle-aged, pale blond, with a moustache that droops like a walrus. “It was my late wife’s, you see. It’s gotta be worth something. I mean, look at the initials, don’t that mean something?”

Roman is staring down at the small drawing with that twist to his mouth that Li Xing used to think meant critical appraisal, but now recognises as a sneer. “I don’t know what to tell you. The initials might not mean anything. I can have some people take a look at it, figure out its value, but I wouldn’t expect too much, if I were you.”

“Okay, you do that.” The American is subdued, eager to please. Something like desperation showing behind his eyes - Li Xing knows this feeling all too well, has seen it for countless days in the cracked mirror she keeps in her studio, ever since she realised that Roman wasn’t going to give her back her paintings, that even if he sold them she might never see the profit from it, that it is only a matter of time before she can’t pay the rent for the studio any longer and has to move back to Harbin with nothing to show for the years she has slogged in London, trying to make her way through the impenetrable art world.

Maybe she should warn the American about art dealers like Roman Caruso. But people had warned her, and she’d still let him take her art, because who else was going to? And now the American is leaving, and Li Xing has her chance as he passes her, but she holds back. She’s always afraid that words will fail her, that people will hear her accent and laugh. So she says nothing, and lets the American move past her into the street.

Li Xing keeps watching. Roman isn’t going to let slip where he’s keeping her paintings, but she doesn’t know what else to do. She can’t make new art, she can’t think straight. All she can do is stand at the window as the hours tick by.

In the Caruso Gallery, people come and go. The drawing that belonged to the American’s dead wife lies unwrapped on the counter, and they don’t pay it any mind. None of them - except the man who comes in as the afternoon is waning. Maroon blazer slung carelessly over a shoulder, silver streak running through his dark mane. Looks around the gallery like he’s going to take it apart. Art critic, probably. He walks past the drawing on the counter, then does a double take. Takes a pair of glasses out of his pocket and peers at the drawing through them.

“Why, Mr Caruso,” he says when he has got Roman’s attention, “I didn’t know you had an honest-to-goodness Dürer in the shop. How is it that this isn’t already up on the block at Christie’s?”

Roman is blinking, wrong-footed but recovering quickly. “A Dürer, you say?”

“The initials, my dear fellow - surely you must have noticed. And - may I?”

Roman allows the man to remove the drawing from its frame and lift it to the light. “You see here the trident watermark with the ring? The mark of Dürer’s patron, Jakob Fugger - only Dürer would have access to this paper.” He whips off his glasses. “How much would you take for this? A million?”

“I - I’d have to consider the - ”

The man huffs. “Playing hard to get, are we?”

Roman reaches out and takes the drawing gently but firmly away. The man has made a mistake, Li Xing thinks - he has set a price, and whatever that price, Roman will always want more.

The man’s face shutters. He hands Roman his card. “I���ll be back, Mr Caruso. I hope you’ll have had time to reconsider then.”

When the man has left, Roman starts making calls. Li Xing huddles by the window, trying to read his lips. “I mean, hypothetically speaking - no, I’m not saying I’ve found anything, but if I hypothetically had found an original Dürer - excuse me? Could you repeat that figure again?” She’s so absorbed that she doesn’t notice the reappearance of the American in the gallery.

“I’ve decided not to sell it.”

Roman gapes at him, hand over receiver. “Wait, what - ”

“It’s the last connection to my wife that I got,” the American is saying. “I can’t lose that. No, sir. Thank you for your time, but I’ll be taking that back now.”

Roman slaps a hand down on the drawing's frame, possessive. The American looks down at his hand, confusion filling his eyes. And Li Xing can’t take it any more.

“Don’t let him take it,” she blurts out as she bursts into the gallery.

They’re both staring at her. Li Xing fights the bubble of panic rising up her throat, threatening to choke her words as they form in her mouth. “He’s going to cheat you,” she babbles, “that’s what he does, he took ten of my paintings and he won’t give them back and there’s nobody who will help you, nobody - ”

She feels security come up behind her, grab her arm. “Please,” she nearly screams, “please, believe me - ”

Roman is already moving smoothly between them, obscuring her from the American’s view. “My apologies for the intrusion, just a disgruntled artist who’s been harassing us. I’ll offer you thirty thousand pounds for this. What do you say?”

“Gee, I don’t know - ”

“Forty thousand. That’s my final offer.”

The last thing Li Xing hears before she is bundled out of the gallery is the American saying “...yeah. Yeah, all right.”

Li Xing walks home in the creeping fog. In her studio - she’s sleeping here to save on rent - she puts on some instant ramen, texts an update to the WhatsApp chat group of artists who have consigned work to Roman. Don’t know how much longer I can do this for.

Hang in there. This from Toby - he’s a sculptor, Roman owes him some twenty thousand for sales of his work. You’re due some luck soon.

Li Xing’s parents named her for luck. It hasn’t worked so far. She eats her ramen, then curls up on the ratty couch to sleep.

She wakes with a start in the dark. It takes a while for her eyes to adjust, but then she sees the figure silhouetted against the window.

She screams and scrambles for the light switch. The figure yelps - it’s a young man, clutching something broad and square. They both freeze.

“Hola,” says the stranger in her studio. Moving very, very slowly, he lowers the object in his hands - she sees now it is some kind of packing case - to rest against the wall, next to nine others like it. He backs away, hands out as if to placate a spooked animal, and leaps up onto the sill, nimble as a lynx. He smiles at her, open and easy, and then he throws himself backwards out of the open window.

Li Xing rushes over, but there’s no sign of the man on the street below. She crouches to open the nearest packing case with shaking hands.

It’s her painting. They’re all her paintings, the ones that Roman said he’d sell for her and she thought she’d never see again. She claps a hand to her mouth, eyes blurring with sudden tears.

Things happen quite quickly after that. In the morning she gets an e-mail from Welton & Associates, and she has to reread it three times to be sure it’s them asking if she’s looking for representation. On the phone with a nice man called Mr Higgins, she stumbles over trying to explain that yes, she’d love to work with them and she knows they’re very reputable but she’s just got out of a bad deal and she’s not sure she wants to rush into another. The next thing she knows, Rebecca Welton herself is standing in her poky studio, examining her paintings. She lingers in front of the one Li Xing did during her first year in London, which remains her favourite, though she’ll never say. “You made this when you were lonely, didn’t you?”

Li Xing can’t trust herself to speak, so she just nods.

“Mm,” says Ms Welton. “It’s fucking horrible, isn’t it? Being alone. But sometimes it’s necessary.” Then she says to Mr Higgins, who is hovering in the background, “We’ll take all of them.”

“Righto,” says Mr Higgins, and writes Li Xing a cheque for forty thousand pounds there and then.

Toby shows up at her vernissage in Whitechapel with the news that Caruso Gallery has been shut down. Something to do with Roman trying to sell a forged Dürer, apparently. Oddly enough, twenty thousand pounds had appeared in Toby’s account a few days before, from an unknown sender. “D’you know anything about that?” asks Toby, and Li Xing, a little heady from the champagne she’s unused to drinking, just laughs and laughs.

Over Toby’s shoulder, she sees two men standing in front of her favourite painting. It’s the hair she recognises first, that silver streak, and then when the other turns, she sees that it is the American, though his hair and moustache are now dark and trim. He says something to the man with the glasses which makes him roll his eyes, even as his mouth quirks with a kind of private fondness that Li Xing feels herself an intruder to witness.

It is the man with the glasses who sees her first. He smiles, thin-lipped, and reaches out to catch the wrist of the American, who is gesticulating animatedly. He nods in her direction, and the American turns, grinning broadly to see her.

Li Xing bites her lip. Thank you, she mouths.

The American mimes an exaggerated shrug of Who, me? His companion sighs, fond and exasperated in equal measure, then winks at Li Xing and turns, pulling the American with him as he goes. Hand in hand, they disappear into the crowd. She never sees them again, and she never forgets them either.

[kutemouse]

Buzzed (Part Two)

Disclaimers: I did not create the gorgeous edits in my header, but I did edit them together into the frames, add my title, and my name. Credit for these amazing edits (from left to right) go to @jixio, @yeonkiminsgirl, and @kookbite. I did not touch their edits in any way, and their watermarks are intact. Please check them out, they do great work.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Genre: Bartender AU w/ Jungkook, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Mentions of consumption of alcohol, swears (duh), Jungkook taking his damn time, making out, dom JK if you squint, hickey giving/receiving, breast play, oral (f. receiving) on the FLOOR (dId ShE vAcUuM tHo), no penetrative sex tho! Saving that for later.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Buzzed (Jungkook One-Shot, Smut, Angst) Part Two

As I led Jungkook up to my apartment, I realized just how light I felt. Maybe things would be okay. After all, I had a smokin’ hot guy ready to fuck me into oblivion with a glimmer of hope for more. Between the way this day started and the way it was going to end, I began to realize that maybe my break-up wasn’t a bad thing. What’s that saying again? One door closes, and another one opens?

And boy, was this door definitely opening. Jungkook couldn’t even wait to begin, sliding his large hands up and down my thighs and over my ass, pressing himself into me as I unlocked the door. Anticipation shot shivers through my skin, raising goosebumps and causing a rush that had nothing to do with the alcohol I consumed earlier. I sighed into his touch, enjoying the way his nimble fingers played with the hem of my shirt, grazing over the skin of my navel. “Stop,” I giggled. “That tickles.”

With a smirk, Jungkook did no such thing, continuing to tickle my waist even as we stumbled through the door. I laughed harder, swatting his hands away, his grin growing wider and wider until it practically filled the room.

We fell onto the couch, and the tension in the air switched over from lighthearted fun to something more sensual. Jungkook just looked at me for a moment, brushing my bangs away from my face, his dark eyes wide and bright as he looked up and down my face. “What’re you looking at?” I murmured.

“You,” he replied simply.

He stroked his forefinger down the skin of my cheek, making me swallow hard. “What about me?” I whispered.

Jungkook looked straight into my eyes with his, prying my soul open with every second his stare bore into me. His tongue darted out of his mouth, momentarily distracting me with the way it prodded that perfect cupid’s bow. I looked back up, his pupils blowing as my gaze snagged back onto his eyes. So slowly I almost didn’t realize what was happening, Jungkook’s eyelids fluttered shut and he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine with an intensity that made my head spin.

His kisses started off slow and sensual, his tongue erotically slipping in and out of my mouth. I tasted the spice of whiskey and moaned. He broke apart from me to let out a cocky chuckle. “Good girl,” he murmured, leaning back in and devouring my mouth with his.

The sound of his lips colliding with mine combined with his deep, approving grunts was making me feel some type of way. I suddenly became very aware of the way his body fit in between my legs, the way a couple layers of clothing were the only things separating us, and the way moisture seeped into my panties at the thought of what was to come.

As if he could smell my arousal, Jungkook let out a growl and ramped things up by feverishly pressing hard kisses to my lips, each one getting more and more sloppy as his tongue worked wonders. I came into this feeling mostly sober, but now I was sure I was drunk again.

I grabbed onto the collar of his leather jacket, practically ripping it from his shoulders. Jungkook complied, tossing it onto the floor behind us. The thin, white shirt he had on underneath followed, and I ran my hands all over his newly naked torso, appreciating the muscles that rippled up and down his sinful body. Jungkook stopped ravaging my lips only to nip at the skin of my neck, leaving behind red stains that I knew would fade to a nice, dark purple.

His fingers once again played with the hem of my shirt, raising it above my navel, and I shuddered with pleasure as the bare skin of his stomach touched mine. Jungkook let up wreaking havoc on my previously flawless skin only to raise the shirt over my head and toss it next to where his leather jacket lay. With a heaving chest, he looked me up and down, his dark eyes catching on the curve of my breasts. “Take it off,” he ordered.

Slowly, teasingly, I reached behind me and unclipped my bra. Dragging the straps tantalizingly down the skin of my shoulders, I smirked as his mouth parted open and his pupils widened once more. I held the fabric over my body for a tense few seconds before finally letting it drop to the floor.

Jungkook closed his mouth and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. “Fuck,” he groaned. “This is what you were hiding underneath those clothes, and that asshole still let you go?”

He shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t know any guy in their right mind who would choose some bitch over this fine-ass body.”

As he spoke, he stepped close and cupped my breasts before gently tweaking my nipples, causing me to throw my head back and groan from the pleasure he was inciting. “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured, an approving smirk sliding across his lips. “Moan for me.”

Jungkook’s hands slid downward, and his fingers slipped through the belt loops of my jeans before he yanked me close. My skin ran flush against his skin, my breasts pressing into his pectorals as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me once more, his tongue feverishly invading my cavern with an unstoppable force. In turn, I also wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible… Yet, I still wanted more.

In one swift, bold move, I dropped to my knees and began fiddling with the button on his jeans. “Uh uh, sweetie,” Jungkook scolded, dropping to his knees as well. “You can suck my dick any other time, but tonight? Tonight is all about you.”

I nearly whined at his denial, but stopped when I saw the look in his eyes. Obediently, I lay on my back, the carpet itching the sensitive skin of my back. Jungkook skillfully popped open the button on my jeans before leaning down and kissing my breasts. His tongue laved at my right nipple as he squeezed and pulled at my left with practiced fingers. Continuing his ministrations down to my navel, Jungkook flicked his tongue over my belly button, making my breath hitch in my throat.

He finally reached my jeans, and I propped myself up on my elbows, curious as to what he would do next. What I didn’t expect was for Jungkook to take my zipper between his perfect, white teeth and drag it downwards, drawing out a loud moan from between my lips, his eyes never leaving mine. He chuckled softly at my reaction. “You like that, sweetheart?”

I could do nothing but nod, my ability to speak impaired by the aching need between my thighs. Grasping the hem of my jeans, Jungkook slid them off me, taking his time with each inch of fabric, relishing in the way I gasped when my skin finally met air. He dragged a finger between my legs, over my folds, and showed me the slick moisture he gathered. “I haven’t even taken off your panties yet and you’re this wet for me,” he said. “Imagine how you’ll be when I get around to fucking you.”

Even more moisture dripped out of me at his words. Deciding he teased me long enough, Jungkook tore the panties from my body and buried his face in my folds. I gasped and moaned, he groaned in response, and the wet sounds his tongue made as it fucked my hole caused fluid to practically gush out of me. “Tastes so good,” he growled before delving back in. This time, his tongue swirled around my clit while his middle finger pushed in and out of me, curling up to hit just the right spot.

“Oh god!” I gasped, arching my back. “Jungkook, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

He merely groaned and finger-fucked me faster, his tongue flicking over my clit so fast it was almost painful. I came all over his face, my cum painting his cheeks as ripples of pleasure shuddered through my body. My moans became wails as my muscles continued contracting, Jungkook’s masterful tongue not stopping until I collapsed backwards, all my strength leaving me entirely.

Jungkook lay next to me, sucking on his fingers and running his tongue around his arousal-coated lips. “You came so hard,” he said, surprise tinging his voice.

“Well,” I chuckled, my breath still coming out more as wheezes. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had good sex.”

“What do you mean?”

I grew quiet for a moment before answering. “Obviously my ex was getting his jollies elsewhere, so we hadn’t had sex for months.”

Jungkook scoffed. “Wow. What a scumbag.”

“Indeed.”

Before the moment grew too awkward, I rolled over and kissed him softly. “Then again,” I murmured. “The sex was never nearly as good as what you just did.”

Jungkook chuckled and clambered on top of me again, kneeing apart my thighs to rest his body between them before kissing me deeply then pulling back. “You ready for round two?” he asked, one of his eyebrows cocked.

My eyes widened. “R-Round two?”

Jungkook smirked. “Oh, baby… I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember that asshole’s name.”

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine: PRT THREE.

Reader gets a surprise visit from nasty Erik.

This was requested for another part. May be the final part because I didn’t plan for this lol. Wrote this today.

Part One. Part Two.

You had a certain pep in your step that didn’t go unnoticed. Heading towards your Micro Biology classs, books in hand and a blush on your face, you try and discreetly enter the classroom only to find eyes on you. Head down, you pull your hoodie further over your head, sitting down slowly so you wouldn’t gain anymore attention.l

Erik put it on your pussy last night. You ended up spending the night and fucking another two times after the first. After each hard fuck this man’s fat dick would just plump up and harden with the tiniest look in your direction. He loved the way you looked dressed in his large t shirt with your curly hair pulled back from your face. He would kiss your cheeks and stroke it with his thumb lightly, causing you to bite your lip and blush profusely.

He knew what he was doing to you. He was your new addiction and it had only been one night of him. As you open your laptop to begin typing, the vision of him burrowing deep inside of you with your legs over his shoulders had you rubbing your hands over your face. Your shoulders begin to bounce with excitement as you laugh, still perplexed that you even opened your legs and gave your tight pussy away to a 30 year old man.

A hung, freaky, pro of an older man.

“Miss Y/N?”

You hadn’t noticed that your Professor had been calling you the entire time.

“Your research paper, please?”

Your heart sank.

Fuck. You forgot to grab your written paper from your desk within your dorm this morning when you came back around 6:00 am. Brandy, your room mate and close friend, was knocked out on her bed, snoring and all. Brandy didn’t have an 8:00 am class like you did. And to top it all off your paper was also on a flash drive you forgot to bring to class.

“I’m so so sorry, I-“ you shake your head with disappointment in yourself. So much for a 100%

“I forgot to grab it from my desk this morning. I didn’t wake up to the alarm.”

Your professor nodded his head slowly, “Okay, you know how I feel about late assignments, correct? That will be a five point deduction from your grade, Miss Y/N.”

Your professor left it at that, returning back to the discussion about virology and parasitology.

“You know, this shit ain’t really like you, Y/N.”

That deep voice made you laugh. Your assigned partner and school friend, Lakeith, has to have something to say about everything you do.

“Lakeith, mind your business for once, please.” You sass in a hushed tone.

“I would if I wasn’t enjoying the fall of a supposed future Nurse Practitioner.”

With a death glare, you turn to him, his chestnut eyes always a hypnotic thing for you. Then he decides to smile, showing off his dimples.

They weren’t deep like Erik’s but they were still something.

“I got my shit on lock, Sir, worry about scoring higher than me on the TEAS, Mr. Future RN.”

“Baby girl,” he chuckles low, “My shit always on lock. Coming up in here like you just left a dick appointment.”

Your heart flutters. Was it that obvious? I mean, the dick appointment was hours ago but damn it was still written all over your face. You decided not to respond to that portion. He didn’t need to know.

“So, somebody hitting that and you down played every chance I offered? Wow.” He laughs to himself, leaning in towards you, practically all up in your grill.

“You getting some dick, Y/N?” He smiles, his shiny teeth almost blinding. Damn him for being this fine.

“Why are you checking for me so much?” You roll your eyes into your head.

“I’ve been checking for you. Don’t act brand new because you let some other nigga wow you.”

He smelled like cinnamon. Lakeith always smelled good.

But Erik smells like sandalwood and citrus.

Even Erik’s sweat smelled like cologne. The thought of him had you shivering down the spine, you focus your attention back on your typing.

“Yeah, you got a noticeable arch in your back that wasn’t there before.”

You heard a chuckle from Lakeith’s partner in crime, Marvin. Both of them, two Kappa brothers that joked like teenagers.

“Fuck you.” You fire back, flipping him off, “sit on it and spin, nigga.”

“Yeah, okay,” He puts a base in his voice, “I’ll have your little ass sitting and spinning on something if you keep playing with me, big headed ass.”

“You started with me!” You argue back, trying your best to keep your voice low.

“Whatever,” he shoves your head, “do some damn work.”

Kissing your teeth, you throw your led pencil at his head, watching him scrunch his face with discomfort, rubbing the spot that stung.

“Bitch ass,” you end the argument there, cracking your knuckles to get back into the grind. Lakeith wasn’t about to fuck up your A average.

How about Erik and his big Daddy dick fucking you? Remember, he said you can come see Daddy anytime you wanted some dick.

You press down over a series of keys, typing out something like dmcbcdjendh.

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“And again, this tutoring shit will not help me get through Calculus I. I don’t need some student tryna teach me.”

You ball up the flyer that your calculus teacher gave you for tutoring help. Tossing it in the recycle can, you march out of her office, fuming with fists balled and cheeks puffed out. Yes, you were a straight A student but the last calculus exam you took you received a 79 on it. That had you crying into a bowl of cookies and cream ice cream. Now, she was offering you tutoring yet again. The students who tutored acted so self righteous. She didn’t need for any them laughing at her behind her back or hounding her because they had the upper hand at the moment.

“Y/N!” Your young, chipper, Calculus teacher called out to you. She reminded you of Daria but less moody and socially awkward.

“Yes?” The annoyance in your voice was clear.

“Would you like another referral? There is a guy on campus who is here as a Graduate Student receiving his Doctorate. I graduated with him and he’s basically a genius. If you want, I can set you up over the next few weeks to meet with him during library time.”

Another teacher? Maybe this would help. She lectured crappy and it had you zoning out every few seconds. You had to result in teaching yourself.

“What’s his name?”

She motions for you to re enter her office. Closing the door behind her, you take your once vacated seat, staring at her accomplishments from M.I.T.

“His name is Erik Stevens. He is back getting his Doctorate in Engineering.”

Your Calculus professor handed you his business card. It was laminated, perfect watermark and everything. She didn’t understand the pure shock on your face. How could you forget that name after you moaned it and imprinted it within the hippocampus of your brain.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked with a slight smirk on her face. You must have looked crazy.

“No!!” You take the card, placing it in your hoodie pocket, “No, I just thought of something out of nowhere. You know how that happens sometimes.”

“Yeah,” she laughs it off awkwardly, “Give him a shot, Y/N. He’s really good at what he does.”

“Mhm,” you felt a sudden wetness in your panties. He sure as hell is good at what he does. Even your own teacher recommending him to you had you horny as a bitch.

This fucking man.

“I’ll give him a call today.” You look up at your teacher one last time before grabbing your bag, exiting her office.

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Erik: Call me and put that pussy on the phone, lol. I wanna hear her talk to me cuz I know she wet as a motherfucker.

You bite on your thumbnail while sitting in one of the study rooms within the Library. You were surrounded by Lakeith and a few other Micro Biology class mates to study for the next exam. You didn’t inform Erik about him tutoring you yet because you wanted to drive over to his apartment and tell him in person.

Y/N: It is wet, but I’m in study group right now I can’t show you. 😩

You were NEVER this damn bold with a guy.

“Y/N, you’re supposed to be the one writing on the white board what the fuck you doing?” Lakeith startles you from your sexting.

“Shit, my bad,” you stand up, grabbing your phone and expo marker. The group began telling you information to write out, your mind in tune with education. After applying the top to your marker, you hear a soft knock on the door as if knuckles were tapping it. Craning your neck, you make out the outline of a guy around 6’3, new balance on his feet and a navy blue Champions sweatshirt with matching pants. He had a black North Face beanie on his head, with an artistic pair of gold rimmed glasses on.

At first glance you didn’t recognize him but the moment you stepped closer to the door to open it, a deep pleasure ran through your veins like lava. With a sly smirk on his face, he leans into the door further, staring down at you while curling a single finger for you to come here. He bit down on his bottom lip the moment you were staring at him face to face, the only barrier between you both was the door. He jiggles the door knob, motioning with a tilt of his head for you to open it before he did. Sighing nervously, you open the door, his body smelling like testosterone and patchouli. The thought of the pheromones he produced after sex had you buckling at the knees.

“You in here studying?” He asks with a whisper.

You knew eyes were on you at that door.

“Yes, Biology.” You respond, but not with a whisper. You didn’t need any of them wondering why you were being secretive.

“What kind?” He asks with a tilt of his head, his finger discreetly stroking your hand. You pause to breathe, shifting on your feet.

“Micro.” You meet his gaze, blinking away as soon as you saw the heavy lust there. Why did he have to bring his fine ass over here? Clearly he was in the library the entire time. He did say he’d been watching you around campus and he wanted your thick ass for a long while. So maybe he was watching you study with friends?

“Were you keeping an eye on me, Erik?” You smirk.

“That’s all I can keep on you for now, ma. Ain’t like I can keep this dick on you while you in front of your friends.”

Erik looks over your shoulder. His eyes fell on Lakeiths. He knew from that moment that homeboy wanted you. It was all over that niggas face.

“Let me help I know a lot about Micro Biology.”

Erik wasn’t asking really because he pushes past you, fully within the room. You shutter slightly before closing the door, taking in calming breaths.

“Can we help you?” Lakeith speaks for the group like he was the leader.

“Nah, looks like y’all need it though,” Erik takes it upon himself to spread your notes out on the desk, craning his eyes behind his glasses to read what you had. He takes his other hand, stroking his gotee before turning to the white board.

“Y’all sure y’all know how to study for this?” He asks with a joking tone. Lakeith and Marvin share a look before turning back to Erik.

“Yeah, we got this, bruh. You looking at the top students in the class.”

Erik nods his head slowly, “How about you, Y/N? He speaking for you like he know you smart.”

Lakeith laughs, “we work close together all the time. I know she got it going on.”

Erik lifts a single brow, taking your notes to stack neatly, “Y/N, this nigga always speak for you?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring from Erik to Lakeith. There was clearly a weighing of dicks in this room but Erik would come out on top for sure, gold metal and all.

“Not always, but he has a habit to sometimes,” you hide your smile, focusing back to the white board.

“Y/N,” Erik calls for you. He had the right to do that you felt. He opened your pussy up and ate your pussy like a bowl of ice cream, licking his fingers and all. He could call you and you would answer.

“Yes?” You turn to him, giving him your undivided attention.

“You want me to help you study? I can do that right now I got time before my evening class starts,” he places his hands in his pants pockets, waiting for your answer. You both knew you would say yes, and you didn’t hesitate either. This could lead to what you needed.

“Okay, sure,” you try and pack your things but Erik was already on it, zipping up your back pack and throwing it over his shoulder. He walks to the door, opening it for you to leave first.

“You not gonna say goodbye to your little friends?” He says with a smirk before licking his lips.

“Bye y’all, see you this Wednesday,” you step out of the study room, Erik’s arm around your shoulder. Before you could leave the library, Erik pulls you in between an aisle full of history books, slamming you against the shelf. He pauses, trying to keep the solitude of the library at bay.

“Who is that little nigga?” He asks you with a calm that had you squirming.

“His name is Lakeith.” You respond with a whisper.

His eyes look from your toes and back up to your face. Erik takes off your hood, your messy curly bun frizzy from wearing it all day.

“Damn, you ain’t even fix this after I was all in yo’ shit last night.” He laughs with a deep raspy tone.

“I didn’t have time,” you whine, pouting like a baby.

“Why the fuck are you so cute? He had a slight tendrill of anger building up, you could tell from how his brows furrowed, “why you so damn cute, lil mama? Out here having these weak dick niggas craving you.“

You swallow spit, shrugging your shoulders nervously, “I don’t know.”

“What I tell you about that I don’t know shit?”

You forgot he didn’t like for you to tell him that.

“Sorry.”

“All you gonna do is say the shit again. But it’s cool, I know you remember how this strong dick nigga had you crying.” He was even closer now, breath on your cheek.

“I mean, to be honest, aint like you can do much about being the cutest bitch on campus. Cutest bitch with the tightest pussy.”

You could feel him grabbing your breasts with no restraint. Anybody could spot the both of you. You watch as he unzips your hoodie, the thin t shirt you wore underneath giving him a clear view of your big ass nipples.

“Y/N....shit,” he takes both, pinching your nipples and playfully slapping them.

“Big ass titties.” He kisses your neck on both sides with a little tongue.

“Erik,” you moan out with a shiver.

“I’m the only one allowed to put it on you, you hear me?” He whispers. Erik pulls you from the shelf by the collar of your shirt, palming your ass hard before slapping it.

“Daddy is gon’ be all in your shit girl, you wait and see,” he bit your ear, taking you by your hips to make you grind on him from the front. It was the wildest shit ever. You never did anything like this in public. For the most part it was kissing and ass grabbing but not this.

Erik pulls one of your legs up, his hands on the shelf while he dry humped your crotch.

“Damn, babygirl, that leg all the way up there, huh?” He pulls you with three quick pumps over his clothed and now fully hard dick. You could feel it against your leg and it was long as hell. He had you so open last time...Damn, he was gonna do that shit again.

“Let me stop before I have a big ass nut,” he chuckles, lowering your leg but never moving his hand away from your ass, “girl, when we get back to my place, I swear to God your ass is mine.”

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“You’re so hard, I can feel all of that big dick, Daddy.”

You moan while grinding on his crotch, wet pussy wrapped around his bare dick. The minute you stepped out of his car and entered his apartment, he started undressing you without a word. Now here you were, fully naked and coating his dick with that good sticky shit. Erik has his fingers on your clit, rubbing in a slow circle while he instructed you to keep wetting his dick down to his balls.

Erik places his fingers within his mouth before grabbing your waist, angling you and making you bounce on his dick in rhythm with his grinding. It was an erotic sight to see, legs spread wide, pussy wet, hard dick all slick.

“Fuck, Y/N, got me ready to buss a fucking nut, damn girl!” He slaps your ass, “You ain’t all sweet, your little ass a fucking devil. What kinda sweet girl put a pussy like this on a nigga? Ain’t never heard of that.”

Erik grabs his dick, smacking your pussy with it, “Get on your fucking knees. Go on, ma, get down there.”

You were on your knees now, grabbing his dick with one hand, licking yourself off of him.

Damn this girl.

“Y/N, don’t be shy girl, c’mon, lil mama,” Erik motions for you to take him more, “open up...yesss, just like that. Mhm, good girllll.”

You gag on him. He was just so big. You had to stop and look at his dick like it was from another world. He laughs at your tear stained face and swollen lips. The spit on your chin he had a lot of fun with it seems, smearing it in with his fingers.

“I ain’t say you were done,” he jerks his dick, smacking you in the chin, “let’s go, ma, dick ain’t gonna suck itself.”

You grab him up, sucking him again. This time, he was fatter than before. What the hell was this! Your pussy was leaking, no lie. You could feel it on your thighs. Fuck if you weren’t sucking his dick. Erik rolled his eyes, head falling back when your tongue snaked up his dick.

“And you was tryna play scared?! Shit,” he shakes his head, “scared of what Y/N? You ain’t afraid of all this big dick.”

Erik grabs your hair, fucking into your mouth. You grab his thighs, eyes on him while he fucks your mouth.

“Damn, I’m balls deep in your mouth.” He grunts, pushing one final time before releasing your mouth, a thick stream of spit caught on your lips.

“Sloppy mouth bitch.” He slaps you with his dick. You were so astonished. He just hit you with his dick.

“Fuck. Me,” he looked from his dick to your wet face, “Come ride Daddy.”

You climb up, watching him apply a condom again. You pout with sadness, looking down at him roll the condom over all that spit on his dick. The vision was covered and it had you rolling your eyes.

“Fuck you doing all that for?” He caught that shit.

“If you fuck me raw I won’t act like this,” you speak in a timid tone. Erik licks his lips leaning back to admire you.

“You want some raw dick?”

You nod yes.

“Ard...take the condom off then.”

Quickly, you snatch it off, throwing it to the ground.

“Like I said, a slut for this dick,” he pulls you over him, “Get up here and fuck me since you want it raw. Fuck this dick like you tryna mold my shit in that little kitty.”

You squat over him on your tip toes, rubbing his dick over your clit a bit before lowering over him. He slaps your ass extremely hard, the connection complete and your lips in a full pout now.

“Yeah, thats my fucking girl, such a good little girl. Making that face I like, that dumb struck face with all this dick in you balls deep, fuck.”

You start bouncing, hands on his shoulders and head thrown back.

“Ohmygodddd ohmygoddddd.”

He was really hitting different. It was so much pressure you were sure to squirt. The dick was knocking on your walls for a squirt in return. Damn, his big dick was all the way in there. Shit didn’t make no sense.

“You hear all that?” He speaks to you but you were dickmatized, “you are splashing on me, girl! What the fuck!” You sure were. You could hear it loud and clear.

“Yes I am, oh my Godddd,” you gasp.

“Yes I am, Daddy. I’m so wet, Daddy.”

“You taking this big dick girl, it’s okay for me to keep fucking you like this? Fuck, Y/N this pretty pussy so wet.”

His hands were everywhere. He was low on the couch, hips pumping up into you with his eyes low and on your face. You were in an eye lock with him and it made the moment even better.

“Never thought you would be bouncing on this dick did you?” You both shake your heads at the same time, “I already know I just wanted you to agree with me, sexy bitch.”

You watch as he presses his hand into your back, lifting your leg with the other hand, pounding into you, beating your shit in.

“Damn, ma, I got you looking possessed,” he says all of this while fucking you deeper, flesh smacking louder, “mhmmm, this cool? Huh? Daddy hitting that spot, right?”

You were in no shape to speak. This man had a tight grip on your leg while he beat the brakes off your pussy.

“Shit better than the first time? You getting all of me girl ain’t no holding back. You want this raw dick you taking it like a big girl.” He slows down, making you feel every inch. It was literal murder.

“You a big girl,” he looks down at the way his dick was fucking you, “big girl when you getting this pussy fucked.”

“Fuck, yes.” You moan out. You’d be a big girl and take anything. This man had you wide open.

Damn, hold up, shit,” Erik slips out, arching you over the couch now. He used your shoulders, pushing you down so your face was pressed into the cushions. Your ass was pointed so far up, pussy spread wide for him to slip inside with ease. Your pussy was already wet anyway so he would be in that shit with no problem real soon.

“Throw this phat ass back on me.”

You move with as much energy as you could force. He had you tired. You move your hips seductively while throwing it back, your eyes on him to watch his every reaction. You watched him take in a deep breath, several to be exact, trying his best to control the urge to cum.

“This little pussy finna make me buss.”

You were about to buss from the way his head stroked your sweet spot.

“Ahh, I’m about to cum, Daddy,” you grab the back of the couch, legs shaking and cum spilling out like warm sugar.

“Pussy so sweet, Y/N,” he grabs your hips, taking control now while drilling you. The change of pace had your mouth wide open and eyes glossy from the pressure.

“Damn, you really in there!” You yell, back muscles flexing from the intense feeling. This man was stirring your guts around like a bowl of noodles.

“You putting it on me Daddy I don’t wanna stop!!!” You yell with literal tears in your eyes. You were being completely honest. You didn’t want him to ever stop. You wanted him to keep going and going.

“Putting it on this tight pussy?” He asks with a smirk, “This my tight pussy, you hear me? My tight pussy, little mama.”

“Yes, it’s for you!” You couldn’t believe it, you were cumming again, “DADDY MY PUSSY!!!”

The way you reacted to him had his balls tight and dick rippling, ready to cum.

“Best believe little girl I’m taking. this. SHIT.” He started fucking then stoping, fucking then stopping, like a pattern of torture. Your body would jerk forward in surprise, and then he would stop for about three seconds leaving your clit a throbbing mess. Each time he started back up you would gasp, the surprise of it leaving you motionless and breathless.

“Mhm,” he stops, slapping your ass, “Mhm.”

You reach back, hoping for him to grab your wrists. When he does, you prepare for the pounding of your life. Arching more, you feel him increase momentum, eyes growing lower and lower each time. He had you hooked. That’s it. You were fucking Erik Stevens from now on.

“How you feel about me bussing this pussy open?” He says in a breathless tone.

“I feel so good, Daddy.”

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You watch as he sucks on your nipples, your shirt lifted over your head. You just got out of the shower, your legs weak. He had you against his front door, wet hair all over your face and chest arched forward into his mouth. You cry and do it loudly like a whiny brat, his tongue flicking your nipples in the best way.

“Daddy...stop...” you push at him weakly.

He starts sucking like a damn baby and you extend your head back, hitting the door with a loud thud.

“Chill out,” you say between breathless moans. He was a damn animal for you.

“Daddy, what the fuck,” you rub your thighs together, “ooo...stop,”

He doesn’t say a word as he tongues and sucks on your titties. Nipple play never aroused you this much. Erik was a man of firsts for you. How was it that you could feel your pussy throb and drip from this? His eyes meet yours while he flicks his tongue over your right nipple. Damn, he was a fine motherfucker with a mouth you wanted to sit on. Imagine having a tongue like that slipping from front to back and side to side in your slit.

“Daddy eat my pussy,” you ask with no regard.

“Suck on that pussy?” He lifts with spit on his chin, “If I eat it you ain’t going no where for the night cuz im only gonna fuck you again.”

“So?” You sass, “plus, I’m gonna be here more often anyway. My calculus teacher recommended me to you for tutoring.”

He looks at you with dark eyes of lust while twirling your nipples, “Damn, forreal?”

“Yeah, I figured you could reward me with more dick if I do well.”

“Yeah, I can do that. But that means you gotta do well though.”

You kiss your teeth, “Okay, I’ll do my best.”

“Put that bag down and undress. Squat over the couch with that pussy sitting over the edge, okay?” He said it so casually, his naked chest looking edible.

“Okay,” you put your bag down, undressing again. You know you looked a mess but he didn’t care about that shit. Walking to the couch, you watch him as he takes a hit from his blunt. You get into position, arching with your legs wide and pussy sitting for his mouth. Erik admires you while blowing smoke from his lips, walking over to you and getting on his knees.

“You gon pop that ass and pussy while I eat your juicy shit from the back?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“Good.”

You could feel him turning around, his arms up and on your ass, spreading you wide. You feel his lips kissing your pussy, eyes closing with bliss. He tongues your folds apart, his tongue dancing with your nectar. He slobs, then slurps, slobs, then slurps, a continuous pattern. Each time you would flinch, your clit jumping each time he did it. Fuck if you would get your pussy ate from someone else. He knew your pussy like the back of his hand. His tongue started flicking upward, only the tip of it teasing your clit and inner folds. It moved all over, Erik working that thing. You claw at the couch, turning your head no matter how painful to try and watch how he did that. This man was full of surprises.

“Daddy, how you doing that?” You ask with a sweet tone. He responds with a sloppy kiss to your clit. You fall against him, giving in to his dance.

“Fuck, Daddy.” You start popping your ass, the feeling of his gold slugs making you shiver. Shit, he was making you cum. Already this man was making you squirt. You were overwhelmed.

“SHIT,” you shake, pussy squirting in his mouth. He applauds you with a slap to the ass before going back to work. Now your clit was overworked and sensitive. The more he slobs the more you cum. And just like that, you were creaming.

“Oh, fuck yeahhhhh.” You talk into the couch cushion beneath you.

“My dick hard again. I told you.” He stands, dick ready to rip through his sweats.

You could hear your phone ringing, sure that it was Brandy but all that didn’t matter, Erik had you up in the air. You could see yourself in his mirrors that he had on his living room wall over his TV. You were so small compared to him. He’s taller, extremely taller, and so toned and cut, not one part of his body was covered with fat. He looked into that mirror too, eyes on you at times but also on the way he held you up like you were as light as an infant, bringing you down over his dick. Each time you both connected he would look back at you to catch your reaction. It didn’t matter how this man fucked you, it was great each time.

Erik walks over to the mirror while he still bounced you, turning sideways now, those full lips of his pouty and his eyes low and hazy.

“Creaming on me something serious,” he rewards you for that buy fucking up into you quickly. Your toes curl, hands around the back of his neck squeezing.

“Y/N, damn,” he scrunches his face, hands palming your ass to keep you up and open for him, “Baby girl, look at me.”

You look at him, moans stuck in your throat.

“Why you letting me take this pussy like this? You not afraid to fall for a nigga?”

You were already falling. It was only day two. He knew what he was doing. He played the game well.

“You not afraid to fall for me?” You catch your breath, “you’re not afraid to get pussy whipped by a girl like me? A little mama?”

“Nah, ma,” Erik shakes his head with a smirk, “not at all.”

You blush, your pussy gushing further over him. He may be your fuck buddy now but the thought of him being more excited you. He made you forget about your ex. Erik was the man of your dreams now a reality.

“Shit, I’m about to have a big fuck nut!!!” You watch as he fucks you at full throttle, body bouncing, wet pussy sliding, moans and groans loud for the entire apartment complex to hear.

“Fuck, girl!!!!” Erik slips out, resting you on the floor while cumming on your face and titties. You catch as much as you could and scrape up the rest to put on your tongue. Erik watched you with primal eyes, his sweat dripping on you. The sweat that smelled like citrus and patchouli. While you tasted and swallowed his cum you wished he would cum in you. You know why but damn his dick was good that’s where you wanted it next! You could only beg for it honestly.

“Ard, ma, time to get up we got some studying to do.” He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You watch him pick up your back pack Erik walking you back to his bedroom. How were you going to study and get through the semester with Erik’s dick in you at any given opportunity? This was going to be tough. Erik drops you on the bed, your body bouncing. As you sit up and fold your legs, Erik opens you bag while his blunt rested between his lips, pulling all of your things out that you needed.

“I’m serious about this studying, shorty. Education is important. You want me to help you out you gotta pay attention to everything I tell your little ass, Aight?”

“Okay, whatever you say, Erik.” You pull your hair up into a top knot bun.

“Gotta work hard for what you want,” he looks at you, a smirk growing on his face, “you hear me talking to you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy Erik when I’m in that puss, professor Erik when we hitting these books,” he takes a puff of his weed, “you smoke?”

You take the blunt without answering, smoking a little.

“Aight, what you get on your calculus exam?”

You felt embarrassed to say. You knew he would frown at you if you told him what it was.

“I’m an A average student, Erik.” You try and ease away from answering his question. His eyes were on you like he was ready to fuck you yet again.

“Ma,” he shakes his head, “just tell me. What you get?”

“A fucking 79.”

“You can do better but that’s better than shit I’ve seen. Stop beating yourself up, Y/N.”

His words had you dripping on his bed. You bounce, titties jumping and a seductive smile on your face. Your eyes focus on him, his still hard dick pointed to your mouth. He bites the corner of his lip, eyes peeking at the way your big ass titties looked bouncing. With a shake of his head and closed eyes, Erik grabs you by the chin, making you look up at him. He opens his eyes real slow, trapping you.

“Just suck my dick again, ma. You did that shit right the first time. I like the way you look chocking on my stick.”

Yep, this was going to be difficult.

@dameshaemonique @sheisexcellent1 @blktinkerbell

[fictionalarsonist]

may i request nr 9 of your recent prompts with taeyong x reader?

「 unexpected encounter 」

pairing ›_ taeyong x readerwith ›_ jaehyun ; doyoungcontent ›_ slice of life-y ; flirting ; friendshiprating ›_pgwc ›_2k

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premise ›_After moving to a big city, you find yourself missing everything about home that you complained so much. Taeyong was one of these things, but when you two meet again, by a coincidence, he’s nothing like you remembered.    ›  One-liners Inspired Drabbles  ― #9.“Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call it.”

「 ao3 | masterlist 」

The cold streets makes you shiver even with all the layers of clothes you’re wearing, you press your dry lips in a thin line, but that only harms the damaged sensible skin. You’re not much of a winter person yourself; you hate all this cold, wet streets, the chaotic traffic and the annoying, disgusting steam. It makes you think of winter back home, it’s just as cold, if not worst – but you liked winter just fine there.

You miss playing in the snow, the trees always tinkling with snow, the smell of fresh winter mornings that isn’t tainted with the toxic smell of pollution. The bone, chilling cold was as pleasing as it could get, but there’s the fireplace and the familiar faces and your favorite bakery shop. You’re not quite sure if you’re homesick because you can’t afford going back home for Christmas or if you’re just not cut out for the big city. Funny, though, you were so eager to live the pathetic small town just two, three years ago.

It’s relief seeing your colleague arrived earlier, the lights inside the shop is dimmed, the closed sign shows on the glass door. You push open the door and the bell announces you. Jaehyun raises his head to see you walking in.

“Good morning!” He greets you with a quick, tired smile.

“Morning!” You greet, smiling back at him as he goes back to work. “You beat me today,” you hear his scoff.

“Well, I might pass out during the day,” you hear him reply from under the balcony and you stop in front of it, unbuttoning your coat.

“Another night awake?”

“That fucking stupid project,” he grunts before appearing from the balcony, his face twisted in annoyance, “I swear, if no one send me their part in this I’m just gonna watermark the whole shit with my name with big, bold letters. I’m not going to give credit to anyone.”

“Can you do that, though?” Jaehyun shrugs in response, “How long ‘till deadline?”

“Uhm- four days?” He frowns, looking into the distance, “Wait, what day is today?”

“Today is the 28th”

“Three days, then” he corrects himself, looking at you, “Even if they send something I don’t think I have enough time to edit, so-” he shrugs, leaning his weight on his elbows on the balcony. “I don’t even care about the fucking prize, the shitty award or whatever- I just want a good grade, that’s all.”

“Don’t worry about it, at least you’ll make it,” you comfort him, patting one of his slumped shoulders.

“You’re right,” Jaehyun replies more energetically before pulling back.

“I’ll get ready and come out to help you real quick,” he hums as you rush to the locker room.

Inside the shop is warm and cozy and you, slowly, regain the sensibility on your fingertips, your lips, and on the tip of your nose. You go through the usual routine to get ready before meeting Jaehyun outside.

“What’s left for me?” You ask, finishing to tie your apron.

“Those two needed to be cleaned. I’m gonna get the pies-” 

“Okay,” you shrug

“The espresso machine’s already on,” he warns over his shoulder.

There’s nothing but the sounds of Jaehyun at the back while you clean the machines, but this silence is welcoming and even relaxing. It contrasts so much with the view beyond the glass door. The chaotic traffic and people walking up and down the street. You enjoy these times before opening the shop, not knowing how the rest of the day would be.

***

Taeyong looked through the car window, irritated with the stillness. The car’s been stuck in traffic, not being able to move for far too long. Clicking his tongue, he lowers the partition with an impatient sigh. His driver looks at the review mirror, waiting. Ten, sitting by his side, spares him a watchful look.

“Isn’t there anything we can do to get out of here?” Taeyong asks, impatient.

“I ‘m afraid not, sir.” The driver replies with a trained apologetic tone.

Upset, Taeyong slumps back on his seat, undoing the button of his suit, blowing air out of his lungs, trying to tone down his anger.

“Are we too far from the company?” Taeyong asks, this time his questions directed at Ten, sitting by his side.

Doyoung spares a look at the map on his phone before replying.

“I’m afraid so.”

This reply only causes Taeyong to be even more discontent with the whole situation.

“This is ridiculous,” Taeyong protests in severe exasperation.

He glances outside yet again and sees you running out the door after a client.

“Taeyong, if you-” Doyoung’s cut off when Taeyong pushes the door open, letting the frigid wintery weather in the perfectly warm, luxurious car. “Taeyong!”

Before he could say anything else Taeyong’s walking on the wet streets, with drizzling rain falling on him.

“Park the car somewhere, don’t move anywhere without us.” Doyoung orders the driver and doesn’t wait for the response, already pushing the door open and chasing after his boss with an umbrella.

***

As soon as the sign at the door shows the coffee shop is open people come in, seeking the warmth and coziness as well as the drinks. Jaehyun busies himself to serve a couple of tables as you take his place at the balcony.

“What can I get-”

“Hey, Y/n!”

You blink, not quite believing the dazzling smile directed to you belongs to the awkward boy you had a crush on back in high school. Though now, Taeyong looks nothing like he did then. It hasn’t been that long and yet, he changed more than you could ever think.

“Taeyong?” You gaped.

“Taeyong!”  Doyoung calls, hurrying after him inside the coffee shop, “If you want we can go back to the hotel and I rearrange the meeting-”

Doyoung’s words are cut off, noticing Taeyong isn’t giving him any attention. Doyoung turns to look at you, someone who looks… Quite average, nothing like Taeyong’s usual interests.

“We can discuss something like this later, Doyoung.” Taeyong says rather gentle and that gets Doyoung puzzled.

“Yes, of course. Should I get you a table?” Doyoung asks with a light frown.

“I think Y/n could do that for me. Couldn’t you?”

“Uhm- I-” You start, but protests of the customers lined up cut your words. Taeyong wasn’t even in the queue.

“Hey, dude! I don’t care if you’re here for coffee or you just wanna flirt, but get in line.” Someone says aggressively and Doyoung gets between the two people just so the other wouldn’t dare to push Taeyong as they intended to.

“Hey, Y/n!”  You hear Jaehyun whisper by your side and you jolt in surprise, “I’ll take care of this, get him a table or something”

Jaehyun’s fast at the job and you step out of the balcony. Taeyong follows you to a more private table.

“Is this place yours?” He asks when you handle him a menu.

“No, I just- work here”

“And when are you free?” He places the menu on the table without even glancing at it while you stand there, waiting to get the order.

Your eyes wander around and you can tell there are quite the number of people looking at him. It’s not everyday someone like Taeyong comes along to place like that, people like him or, at least, the way he looks right now are usually found in over the top, expensive, luxurious restaurants, ordering food which you can’t even begin to imagine the names of, let alone pronounce if you ever came across.

“Y/n?” He asks again, in an inducing tone. With that smile that knocks the wind out of your lungs. You can’t believe you still have a crush on him after so long.

“Uh- Yes. Yes, what’s your order?” You ask automatically after snapping back to reality. He chuckles charmingly.

“I asked, when are you free?”

“At seven. We close at seven.” You speak up before you could stop yourself.

“Okay, then- I’ll come back at seven, then.” He stands up and Doyoung stands up after him. “I’m really glad I got to meet you again,” his smile looked quite sincere this time.

But that’s because, for a split second you could see the face of the boy you liked back then, instead of the arrogant man that was now taking your hand and bringing to his lips. You didn’t notice Doyoung’s eyes going back and forth between the two of you.

***

As soon as the shop got more of a free time, Jaehyun came to you as you cleaned one of the tables. Your mind went back and forth that moment over and over and still- you couldn’t figure how that could possibly happen.

“Okay, so- Tell me.” He asked, standing beside you as you repeatedly wiped the table, the same spot, over and over again. “Y/n?” He called, lowering his head to notice your eyes were looking into the distance instead of the the clean spot on the table or him. “Y/n!”

His half-scream made you jump in place and look at him.

“What now? Did you really need to-”

“You weren’t even paying attention to the table. What do you want, make it invisible or something?”

“Huh?” 

He points at the table you’ve been cleaning, literally shining at this point. A wide contrast to the others.

“We have two options now, either we clean the others the same way or get this one dirty,” he says thoughtfully, looking around for a moment before looking at you, “But, seriously- Who’s that guy?”

“Who?”

“You know who,” he insists, chasing after you when you run away from him, “The guy that came here looking for you.”

“He didn’t came looking for me!”

“He came in, ordered nothing. Just talked to you and left,” Jaehyun states

“You- might have a point.”

“Who’s him?”

“He’s- He’s just someone I knew,” you try

“You knew?” He asks with scoff. “He didn’t seem dead to me.”

“Oh, c’mon, Jae! I had a crush on him when we were in high school or something, that’s all.”

“Did you date?”

“No!”

“Then, why’s he here?”

“How am I supposed to know?” You ask in frustration. You’ve been asking the same question yourself. “He’s different. He’s…”

“Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…?” Jaehyung mocks as you seem to search for words.

“Whatever you wanna call it” You say, impatient with the way he keeps joking around with you. “But I was about to say that he doesn’t look like himself. Like the guy I had the crush on. Maybe- Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”

“And- Still, you’re going with him?”

“I- You know, it might be nothing.”

“Yeah, and he might be a jerk. Look, this is what we can do for the day-  You’re leaving with me today. We can do something fun that won’t end up with you getting hurt by the morning and leave me to take care of this chaos by myself. Deal?” You watch him manner his hand to the busy but now quiet coffee shop.

“What about your project?” He shrugs

“It’s almost done, I won’t add anything from anyone else by this point, so I can seat back and do nothing. So? Deal?“

“Deal.” You shake his extended hand to you with a self-assertive smile.

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

POSITIVE 20 QUESTIONS TAG GAME

I was tagged by @peanutbutterandgrapejelly. Thank you for the tag, Peanut, this seems pretty loaded, but in a good way, so here goes!!

1. Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.

Sue Heck! I don't think I let all of it out, but on the inside, I constantly feel like I'm extremely Sue Heck-y, :')

Amy Santiago, in a lot of regards, I'll say. Uh, cares a lot about her friends, ambitious, and would basically die/murder for organization, but also socially awkward and, uh, mostly percepted as a goody-two-shoes. Also, true nerd™.

Mindy Lahiri! (I mean, again, this seems more of a who I feel like I am, and not who I come across as, cause those two things tend to differ on a variety of levels?)

Sam Winchester (you know I had to) Basically, we're both INFJs. I'm not even close to his level, but my brain officially ran out of characters so uh, empathetic, constantly interpreted as "boring" and the "brains", patient, *yearns to settle down with someone they love*, believes in second chances. The whole nine, but toned down XD

2. Aesthetic:

I'd usually have a hard time with this one, but I recently did a long thing about my aesthetic, so! I'm going to say, soft pastel, beige, and shades of white!! A tinge of light academia, but mostly unassumingly modern, and faded rainbows as watermarks.

3. Favorite musical/play? If you've never seen a musical or play, one you'd be interested in seeing?

You got me ~ never seen any. (I mean, school plays don't count, right?) I honestly have a bunch of musicals I want to see, recommendations from friends online, but somehow it always slips my mind. But, off the top of my head, @spot-the-brooklyn-pirate wanted me to check this one out, and I am looking forward to actually doing it sometime: Book of Mormon.

4. What's the best compliment you've ever received?

Mostly, anyone who says I, in any way, made them happy, literally gives me the best compliment ever. And uh, my sister called me inspiring once, and it stuck. When I nagged her into elaborating, she said she thought I was functional in spite of all my flailings, and self-analytic, and it didn't make sense to me, but I still think about that.

And a few people, over the course of time, have named some of my fics as their favorites, and those stay with me for a very long time.

5. How many times have you been in love?

Hardly once. She's still one of the most important people in the world to me, but as somebody great once said, if you don't fight for it, it doesn't count. And we didn't.

6. Embarrassing story or fact about yourself which now makes you laugh?

By far the most embarrassing thing I've ever done, is written a fic on wattpad which revolved around my own life, except for the fact that it really, really didn't. Long story shortened, I was in sixth grade, and had a surface-level-y crush on this guy, and it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time. In the story, we're all in senior year, though the authoress forgot pretty much all the real things about school XD it's not just cringy, but also extremely sixth-grade-y written, and it astounds me to this day that it went on to have like 18,000 views? (I managed to block the entire shtick out, until a few months back, when I randomly remembered and rushed to unpublish the work. *facepalm* it even had all our real names)

7. Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?

This one's so hard. Uh. Ratatouille, maybe?

8. Favorite flower/plant?

I regret having to confess that I probably don't have one :( but hey, my go-to answer for these ones is daisies, because they remind me of the lovely @daisy-jeon <3

9. What's your favorite holiday?

Holi :')

(I miss it being like the older times, though? Somehow it always clashes with my final exams these last few years, and Shelley is often not home, but it still really makes me happy, so just imagine how perfect it used to be, when I was a kid!!)

10. Name three things that made you smile/laugh this past week.

Rewatching The French Mistake!! A really great decision, haha!

The lovely comments an older fic of mine received, (about old Destiel, uwu) since a couple of big blogs happened to reblog it 🙈🙈🙈 and my activity started blowing up!!

A full-blown coffee high, which resulted in me being hilarious through a 98-message monologue to dish, eeeeee!!

11. What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?

I'd been dreading this question the most, because I'm horrible at remembering good songs when I - need to be. Oofsies.

But I guess I could wing it with 'What About Us' by P!nk.

12. Name something that truly makes you peaceful even at your most stressful moments.

Writing about Character A of a ship going through said stressful moment, and Character B being the best possible responder to all of it. Projection's the key to functionality, kids.

13. What do you, did you, or would you study at college?

Would you, and will you, sound unfortunately like different questions to me, so I'm going to answer the one which is asked. I'd like to major in History, with a minor in English. (And to be crude for a bit, as my sister calls it, thus successfully be left solely employable as a teacher.)

14. This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?

My black Avenger's logo t-shirt, with this pink hooded, kinda-down-past-my-hips, not-warm-at-all jacket and any one of my numerous, mwuahaha, grey shorts.

I never said I'd go out of the house in that outfit, did I?

15. What is a quote you live by?

I don't think there aren't any. I'm just here, faking it till I make it. Still, if I had to choose? Misha's "Be Kind to Yourself so You can be Happy enough to Be Kind to Others" is something I aspire to live by.

16. Name the funniest playlist name you have.

I'm sad that I don't have any funnily named ones now. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm hoping that it counts a teensy bit that I have like seven playlists just for background shtuff when I'm working, and they're all named *extremely* similarly, with variations of the word "study" basically, but all have exceptionally different vibes.

But I really am sorry, and I'm going to try and up my playlist-humor-game.

17. Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.

'Time for tapwater'.

18. What is a message you'd give your younger self if given a chance?

Don't build your sense of self-worth over the people whose opinions you think matter. You don't have to get everybody to like you. (Oh, and probably don't switch between multiple first-person-pov's, even though you're just writing the most unrealistic self-indulgent fiction EVER.)

19. Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)

Hands down, my sister. Shelley, didi, @iamcharliebradburylevelperfect, you're like the best part of my life, and you're probably going to be the longest part of it, too. Cause we might not have the best record for funny titles to call each other by, but we still nail the cheesy till the end of the line moments, ;)

20. What's a secret dream of yours?

I, uh. Want to run a completely-revolutionalizing-the-concept-of-education-style school ~ a boarding school actually, with my best friend dish. And as a means to acquire funds for it? We're going to do a whole lotta stand-up. :D

(Oh, and since i've already rambled for at least a thousand words, so what's the harm in a few more? At some point, probably on my birthday, I want to do a YouTube livestream, a pre-planned one of course, and everybody I've ever been frens with, on this dumb, wholesome hellsite???? They're all sent an invitation to join!! And there's nothing to do, really, we just talk and everyone's enjoying themselves, and I dunno, I had a dream about this once, and I've been so ridiculously smitten with the idea since!

Huh, maybe I could rally forces starting now, to make this possible by my eighteenth!!)

If anyone would like to play, these are really awesome questions! @3dg310rdsupreme @mystybloo @thotfordean @bcozwhythefuknot @theninthdutchessofhell @awkward-penguin-in-a-trenchcoat @quicksilver-ships @all-or-nothing-baby @screamatthescreen @telefunkies @elvenlicht @facepalmmylifeu @specialagentrin @noemithenephilim @but-for-the-gods-three-days

[ghostboy-gamedev]

Learn Log #2 - Pixel Art Basics 2

This week I continued learning the basics of pixel art and ended up making some pretty alright-looking RPG items. The topics covered this week were colour, shading and dithering and you can read about them below.

Colour

To understand colour in pixel art, you first need to understand colour. Colour theory explains the existence, and relationships, between the primary colours (red, blue and yellow) and the secondary colours (green, orange and purple). These colours and everything in between appear on the colour wheel, which we’ll get to in a second. What’s important to know is that these different colours can contrast against each other, complement each and give off different moods. I’m not going to go into depth but having some understanding of colour theory is essential in creating any artwork, including pixel art.

Anyway, that colour wheel I mentioned is vital to pixel art. Every digital art program you use for pixel art will include some form of the colour wheel which will allow you to select colours for your artwork. Below I’ve made a rough image of a colour bar with the very left pixel starting at hue 0 and the furthest right being hue 360 (each pixel increases hue by 15).

You’ll notice that hue 0 and 360 are both the same red. This is because a revolution around the colour wheel has been completed and we’re now back at square one. Remember that even in bar form this is a colour wheel – this information is key to utilising the colour wheel.

Now, looking at these colours, your eyes might start to tear up a bit. They’re very bright and harsh. If we put two contrasting colours, such as green and red, next to each other, this would only get worse. This limits our creativity and makes our games a bit irritating to play. So, if we lower the saturation and value of the colours a bit, it can make our pixels pleasant.

You’ll see here that I’ve reduced the value by 10 points making the colours a little darker and more comfortable on the eyes. You can also see the saturation decrease the further down the image the pixels are. Desaturation can also make your pixels less harsh. However, keep in mind that adjusting value and saturation will affect the mood of your game. Lighter, brighter games give off a friendly vibe while darker, desaturated games will give off a more serious vibe. You can also use these techniques on black and white pixels if you replace the white with a highly desaturated yellow and the black with a desaturated, dark purple as shown below.

Finally, if you’re looking for what colours to use in your pixel art piece or video game here’s some advice. 1) Make a colour palette – this will serve as a constant reference for what colours you’re using in the art. 2) To develop a palette, make a mock-up of your art – this will help you pick colours that work together and create a cohesive mood. 3) Remove unnecessary colours – keeping your colour palette simple or simplifying it as you go will make animation easier and make the art less noisy.

The final thing I’ll say is; use the HSV (Hue, Saturation and Value) measures and forget about RGB (Red, Green, Blue). I used RGB before this week and it pails in comparison to HSV. It might take some time to get used to, but it is crucial for nice shading, which I’ll explain later on.

Shading

To discuss shading, we’ll be using this box and this sphere. Of course, they don’t really look like a box or sphere without shading, but we’ll get to that.

Someone starting out with pixel art, like myself, would usually just adjust the saturation and value measurements of the colour to achieve a brighter or darker tone. A lower saturation will give off the impression of brightness even if the value is at 100 by moving closer towards white. Meanwhile, decreasing the value moves the colour towards black making it darker. These new colours would be applied as shadows and highlights and often with gradients moving between the colours.

However, there is a much more interesting method of shading called hue shifting. In an environment, we will have a light source which may not be 100% white light. With hue shifting, we move towards the hue of the light source for brighter colours and for darker colours we move away from that light source (typically towards the opposite colour). This is why it is so important to ditch RGB and remember the properties of the colour wheel. Below are some examples of the different types of shading: the first image is of standard shading, the second is of hue shifting, and the third is a comparison.

You’ll immediately notice hue shifting is a lot more colourful and nicer to look at than standard shading. You’ll also see some colours seem a bit off (yellow, for example, shifts too far green and orange. This is because I simply followed the numerical values of the colour wheel. When using hue shifting, DO NOT do this. It can help a bit if you need guidance, but if you strictly follow the numbers, you’ll end up with weird colours. Go with your eye and what looks best.

Now let’s apply hue shifting to our box and sphere.

Looking much better! You’ll also notice I added another highlight to the sphere. This is because the sphere is also receiving indirect light bouncing up from the ground.

The formula for hue shifting goes:

Lighter = Hue Shift – Saturation + Value

Darker = Hue Shift – Saturation – Value (you can instead add saturation if you want brighter shadows)

The extent to which you manipulate these values will be part of your art’s style.

Dithering

Another method of shading used in retro machines that can still be used today is dithering. Dithering is used by alternating between colours in a pattern to trick the brain into thinking that the colour present is a combination of two different colours. There’s a couple of different ways to dither such as:

Uniform dithering – alternating each pixel between the colours

Pattern dithering – making a pattern transition between the colours

Random dithering – scattering the pixels randomly

Dithering is useful if working with limited palettes and works great with larger pieces. However, dithering between similar colours might not make a difference, and too much dithering can make an image noisy.

Week 2 Practice

I wanted to make some fantasy RPG items for this week’s practice following HeartBeast’s and Davit Masia’s videos on item and gem icons. The first thing I did was create a colour range, as shown below. To make this, I picked out the six primary and secondary colours on the colour wheel and adjusted them to a tone that fit what I wanted. Next, I hue shifted them to create two brighter and two darker tones each.

This range allowed me to easily pick and choose colours for my colour palette. If I felt any of the colours from the range needed to be different, I just adjusted them in the palette. I decided on working with a small palette for the twelve items I was making and choose 16 colours as I was working in a 16x16 space. Within the palette, there are fifteen grids with the colour white and fourteen others. The sixteenth colour used was the black outline surrounding the palette.

I based these colours off a list of ideas I had which include health and mana potions, currency (coins, a bag of coins, gems), and weapons (bombs, sword, shield, spell scroll). To test out the colours I’d picked for my rough palette, I made line art of the items and roughly coloured in each item (Note: the grey background was not part of the colour palette).

I assessed what I had and realised I wasn’t going to use green anywhere. I removed both shades of green from the palette giving me two spaces if I needed any new colours. I then proceeded to add more detail to the icons, including shading, and outlined each object so they stood out from the background. After a while, I realised that I needed some more brown tones as the coin bag and sword lacked some necessary shading. I used the new two spots in my palette for a lighter tone and a darker tone and finished my items.

Now that I felt happy with my items, I quickly added a small shadow beneath each of the items I’d consider ‘pick-ups’ and animated them into a little GIF (apologies for the watermark). This was where I completed the piece.

Reflecting on the piece, I think the items look pretty good. The form of the sword could use some work – the addition of the outline made it a bit big, turning it into a toy sword. Also, the shading of the coin, bomb and shield could all be a bit better, but I feel like I did an ok job with the limited palette.

The End

So, that concludes this week’s learn log. Next week I’m moving away from learning the basics and starting with GUI pixel art including logos, fonts, buttons and cursors so follow my blog if you’re interested.

My learning and this blog post wouldn’t have been made possible without these amazing resources. Go check them out if you wanna learn some stuff about pixel art!

Pixel Art 101: ‘Colour Palette’ by Pixel Pete

How to Colour Pixel Art by TutsByKai

How to Pick Nice Colours by MortMort

Pixel Art 101: ‘Shading’ by Pixel Pete

Hue Shifting in Pixel Art by Brandon James Greer

Dithering and Pixel Art by Armitage Games

[Let’s Pixel] 18x18 Item Icons by HeartBeast

How to Start in Pixel Art by Davit Masia

[joi-in-the-tardis]

Cincinnati Comic Expo 2019 Art Haul

The funny thing about this con is that I went in to it fully acknowledging that I was stalking looking for an artist I already knew to buy up as much of her art as I could without the price of shipping.  I also found another familiar artist there and bought a couple of his pieces.  As far as discovering new artists, I did only a little of that.  There were a lot of great artists and craftspeople, but there just wasn’t time.  We went from not sure if we were doing any photo ops to doing three in a row which took two hours.  That’s something I tend to avoid at cons- getting multiple photo ops- because I prefer to spend my time in artist alley.  But, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.  The con only had one photo area so technically, if you had the money and the wherewithal to queue for your whole life, you could actually do every photo op one after another after another.

Anywho, on to the artists I did visit with!

Of course, I was there for Bianca Roman-Stumpff, as I said in a previous post. 

These are actually two out of her five piece set called Farthest Reaches.  I really want all five, eventually, because they’re so sweet and just... I dunno, they kinda crack my heart open and mend it again.  I can’t really explain it.  I picked my favorite two: where they’re reaching for separate goals and then sharing with one another.  It’s just a super sweet set.

On to something a lot more silly: These were her paintings for MerMay that I just about went nutty for: Shark Maid, Great White Shark Maid, Goldfish Mermaid, and Angler Siren.

I feel like I’ve wanted this Inking Octopus for an age so I’m happy to add him to my pile.  As well as her newest Body and Soul piece for Halloween.

This Snowy Owl Griffin was in the clearance binder so if you want to get him you might want to hop-to before he gets retired!

This Crazy Cat Dragon was something I was definitely planning to buy anyway, but I’m super happy to get it in person and signed!

The other familiar face was David Lee Pancake who we met last year at Louisville Supercon.

The turtles faaaaace, you guys.  I had to have him.  Photos don’t do him justice, tbh.  And, my little curled up dragon from Supercon needed a friend.  This artist has some beautiful sculpture wall art that I would just kill to have... one day when I have $200+ to spend at one artist’s booth.

I was immediately drawn to the colorful artwork of Nate Michaels.  He had so many beautiful pieces of fanart, including a Captain Marvel that sorely tempted me, but I couldn’t pass up this Black Panther.

SuperGroupHugs is, quite possibly, my favorite new artist of the year.  At least in the cute category.  Here we have Bob Ross and a Happy Tree, Data and Spot, Aquaman and a Shark, and Hagrid and Norbert.  We gleefully submitted Tesla and his Pigeon as an idea as we walked off with prints, but they kinda looked at us awkwardly.  Not Tesla fans, maybe??

One of the last things I grabbed on the way out was a handful of buttons from @mimosastudio.  Anyone who has anything with a Lapras on it is going to get my attention and, most likely, my money.  But, further investigation turned up these other critters that I had to have.  And, funny story about the squid with the heart?  That’s how @anafiassa and I sign off our text conversations with one another.  At this point, I don’t even remember how that started, but it’s stuck.  So we had to have matching 🦑💕 buttons.  Check out this artist’s Etsy shop because she has some absolutely adorable enamel pins, too!

Disclaimer: I’ve put watermarks on the artwork to discourage art theft.  Please don’t copy/repost work from artists.  Go to their pages and share or buy their work directly!  I’ve made it super easy by including links to all of their webpages. To the artists I’m spotlighting: if for any reason you want to be removed from this post you need only ask.

[dowagerintraining]

Fanfiction: The Auction (Tomb Raider/Uncharted/Indiana Jones)

At a a private auction of the goods pertaining to the estate of Mr Henry Williams, son of the late Dr Henry Walton Jones (Indiana to his friends), Nathan Drake and Victor Sullivan make a new acquaintance, Lady Lara Croft, who is wearing a striking and eye catching piece of jewellery...

“Feels kinda strange to be attending one of these fancy affairs with an actual invitation.”

Victor tugged uncomfortably at his unaccustomed necktie, as his hair stuck to the back of his neck, a trickle of sweat leaked uncomfortably beneath his colour down his back.

Nate, however, wore his suit well. A little older, a little more filled out perhaps, but with a gloss and polish that only some years as a respectable businessman had been able to bestow. He still drew admiring looks from many of the women thronging around the event, but unlike ten years ago, he barely noticed. Contentment and relative prosperity suited him as well as a few years of not being shot at or dangled from clifftops.

“Yeah, well … just keep hoping that nobody takes too close of a look at yours.”

“But you said you were…”

“Yeah, I was invited. You were … kind of an unofficial plus one.”

Nate’s grin was infectious. For a second, Victor couldn’t decide whether he was joking or not. Once he laughed, Victor knew for sure.

“Nate! Seriously, you should know better than to mess with the stress levels of an old man like me.”

“Ptff … old man. Yeah right. If you want to know what an old man in our line or work looks like, take a look at this guy…”

The portrait, one of the lots on offer at the exclusive and invitation only auction, was impressive. An oil painting, one that should have hung in an academic’s office at a prestigious university. Nate reminded himself that it had done just that, for some years, at Marshall College. The subject was sedate but luxurious in colour palette, wearing a rich brown and green tweed jacket and trousers, neat polished shoes, horn rimmed glasses, his grey hair neatly barbered, a hand resting on a leather book set to one side, with a tantalizing pile of notes, covered in sigils…

“Yeah, he was something alright. How did you find out about this event anyway, Nate? I thought you were out of this game now...”

“Contacts, Sully. Contacts. There are some names that just can’t be ignored.”

Nate glanced at the unassuming invitation he carried, to the private auction of the personal effects of the late Mr Henry Williams, proprietor of Williams and Sons Automobile Services. Nothing to suggest he had been anything special during his lifetime. But the watermark, hologrammed logo and microchip hidden in the ticket’s thick paper betrayed this first impression of banality. As did the slick suited security guards who hovered around every entrance and exit.

For anyone with an interest in archaeology, antiquities or any form of treasure, this was definitely the hottest ticket in town. Not because of Mr Henry Williams, himself, but because he had been the sole beneficiary of his father’s estate. The late Doctor Henry Walton Jones of Mashall College, Conneticut. Indiana to his friends, and at twenty five years deceased still the keeper of some of the most speculated upon secrets in the field of Ancient History.

“Quite magnificent, wasn’t he…”

The cool, assured, feminine voice behind them made both Victor and Nate jump. As they turned to the sound of a throaty, female giggle, it was only years of practice that prevented their jaws from dropping.

Tall, willowy, wearing an exquisitely cut white dress with killer heels, long white gloves and a white broad brimmed hat, their new companion could have stepped from the pages of any glossy magazine. She removed her sun glasses, revealing eyes that were dark and wicked; intelligence sparkled among the smokey makeup. Her sleek smile hinted at a filthy sense of humour. A few dark tendrils of curling hair deliberately escaped from beneath the brim of the hat, which alone surely cost more than Nathan Drake’s honest annual income.

“Absolutely, they broke the mold with him,” Victor recovered that fraction of a second faster than Nate, extending his hand smoothly. “Victor Sullivan. And this is my business associate, Nathan Drake, miss…?”

“Croft. Lady Croft.” The hand that shook Victor’s in return might have seemed delicate and feminine, but there were muscles of steel and unexpected callouses apparent beneath the thin gloves. “Lara.”

“A pleasure to meet you Lady Croft. Lara.”

Nate finally recovered his powers of speech having sternly reminded his hind brain that he was a Happily Married Man, with a wife who was blessed with both mind reading powers and the ability to break him with her little finger.

“Speaking of magnificent, that’s a beautiful necklace, Lady Croft…”

Lara’s hand strayed to the pendant which hung artlessly around her slender throat. Heavy, golden, the size of an old sovereign, it was intricately carved, the design resembling an old compass.

“Oh this? Something I picked up on my last trip to Peru.”

“Travel a lot, do you?”

“Oh here and there … South America, the Caribbean, South East Asia… wherever business takes me.”

“Business, eh? Well, perhaps our paths will cross again on a future business trip.”

Her eyes lightened, sparkled with interest.

“Perhaps they will, Mr Drake. Perhaps they will, “ she replacing her dark glasses. “Until then…”

Nathan and Victor couldn’t quite help themselves watch her walk away through the crowd, the sway of her hips was hypnotic. Once she vanished from view, Nate give himself a little shake. Happily Married Man, she thought to himself firmly and smiled inwardly at the thought of picking up Elena at the airport later.

The ever single Victor had no such need for self control. He whistled softly to himself. “Man … I tell ya Nate, it I was 30 years younger…”

“... You’d still have no chance, Sully. So stop the day dreaming and let’s get back to business. Did you see what she was wearing?”

“Oh yes … sharp of you to spot it, not so sharp to draw attention to it! Show off. That will be back in her handbag in no time.”

“Business Trip to Peru my ass, that must have taken years of work to unearth...”

“And now she’s here hunting for the matching set.”

Nate pulled out his pocket book and turned to the page which showed a sketch of the jewellery Lara had been wearing. The next page showed a set of earrings with similar markings, with a whole set of notes scribbled around the notches on the outside. In the glossy catalogue, lot number 428 featured photograph of a remarkably similar set, a gift from Dr Jones to his late wife, Marion Jones, on the occasion of their thirtieth wedding anniversary.

“If we’re bidding against her, we’re out of luck. She could buy and sell the whole catalogue for pocket money.”

“Then it’s a good thing we’re only bidding for fun.”

The two men smiled at each other. It was good to be back in business together again.

“Ladies, gentlemen, honoured guests, please take your seats, so that the auction can commence…”

“C’mon Sully. Let’s go see if we can get seats with a good view.”

“Of the pieces? Or your new lady friend?”

“Both…”

[lilcutieana]

Forget Me Not

 Warning » lots of fluff 

 Synapse » You're a university student struggling to pay rent and decide to enjoy the cool spring weather in the woods . Little do you know, you aren't alone in the same plan. 

 Forget- me- not is a wild flower that grows all round the year, almost. It's small yet not at all delicate. Just as the name suggests, it signifies a relationship that lasts forever. A hope that you never forget them, and keep them in your heart.

It was spring after all, the birds singing cheerily, looking for their mates; bunnies hopping around gleefully, and trees in full bloom. The fragrance from the flowers as it filtered through the open window made me inhale deeply. It was heavenly. Yawning and stretching my muscles, I opened the curtains and closed my eyes, feeling the warm sun dance across my skin. A low rumble interrupted my morning date with the sun. Pouting, I rubbed my complaining tummy and headed to the kitchen to prepare some sandwiches, coffee and some fruit. That should make for a good meal.

My apartment was tiny, me being still just a student, this was the best I could afford. A bedroom, with a bathroom attached, a tiny kitchen to the side and the hall that connected the foyer to the kitchen and bedroom. The only source of entertainment was the woods close by, the internet and my second-hand laptop.

I loved to cook and had a blog about it with about a hundred subscribers. A particular subscriber by the name 'pinkmochi' loved my posts and often sent requests and little gifts. He was my favorite and I always waited for his comments after every update.  

Opening the fridge to a wide colorful assortment of veggies and fruits, I forgot why I even opened the fridge in the first place. Picking a strawberry and plopping it in my mouth, I closed the door and stared at it for a minute. Oh! Right. Sandwiches.

Picking out cucumbers, dill, cherry tomatoes, potatoes, Turkey, ham and mayonnaise I closed the door once again, with my butt, since both my hands were full to the brim. Now the task was to get these to the counter safely. Quite the Herculean task if you asked me.

Stumbling over the little carpet by the door, I made it to the kitchen counter and carefully placed all the ingredients, preparing for a hefty brunch.

Some strawberry lemonade, six kinds of sandwiches, two slices of cheesecake and a bunch of juicy grapes. I was set to eat. 

Just then, a lark sat on my kitchen windowsill, singing beautifully and when another joined, they flew away together. I wished to be in the wilderness too, maybe with a certain someone who would keep me company, make my heart race and my lips constantly smile. Deciding now is better than never, I started looking for things I'd need out in the woods. 

It's not every day you get such an amazing weather. Picking up a basket, I set everything into order inside it, added some plastic cutlery and plates to the mix. A camera, my laptop, a blanket and an umbrella, just in case, and I was set to go.

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Setting up the blanket neatly, I decided to set the things prettily on it and take a picture. After four shots that didn't come out as pretty, a cute cat came and sat on my picnic while I was focused on my laptop editing the picture. She was beautiful and healthy. A white cat with yellow patches, I just wanted to cuddle up to her.

Should I..? But what if she ran away? I then decided to take a picture of her as the model. Taking a few steps behind, I snapped a picture of her sniffing the grapes on display. This was just perfect! I didn't waste a minute and instantly jumped into my blanket, making the cat screech and jump a meter away. Oops. 

"I'm sorry. Here, you can have the cheese slice." Opening the turkey sandwich, I slid out the cheese slice from within and handed it to her on a plate. Slowly, she tilted her head to the side and sniffed the air, her whiskers vibrating. Swishing her tail side to side, she jumped on the blanket and bit the cheese.     

Carrying it to the edge of the blanket in hurried backward steps, she turned to the side, eyeing me up warily and started nibbling on the cheese. "Don't worry missy, I won't steal from you." I raised my hands in surrender. I had enough food to last the whole day. I definitely won't.

"Mreow", with that, we continued living in peace. For now. I still wanted to hug her though. Pouting, I shrugged. Maybe one day, she will let me. 

Picking up my laptop again, I connected the camera to it, this picture didn't even need retouching. I decided to just add my watermark and post it on it my blog while taking tentative bites of the turkey sandwich, just without the cheese slice. It still tasted delicious. 

'An assortment of sandwiches brings kittys to the yard' 

As soon as I had posted it, I received a comment from pinkmochi.

Is that my cat? I thought I lost her! Where are you? Weird. We were from the same area? He was here? No... couldn't be. I doubt it. Maybe the cat was lost for days? And wandered in here. Or he could have come this far on a trip to the woods. Boys tended to do that. Just then my laptop pinged with a new notification. It was from him once again.

 I think she didn't go too far, the trees behind look similar, can you respond if you hear my voice, please, don't let her run away. Wow. He was fast. And he was here. What do I do? Do I even look presentable? A pale blue top and white shorts, I guess I was okay.

  No. Stay where you are. I'll find you. I'm used to these woods.

There. That should do it. Turning off my laptop, I jumped up, dusting my pants. The cat got startled and started backing away slowly with her tail high up and ears pushed back. The cheese slice, half eaten, lay on the grass. One step forward, and she bolted.

I followed her in a slow jog. She'll surely return to wherever her owner was. Whoever he was, must have been very worried. From what I knew, he was a gentle soul. 

After every few steps, she would stop and look back, as if she wanted me to follow her. Strange. Shrugging it off, I slowed down my jog to a fast-paced walk.  

Soon the dense woods thinned out to bushes and shrubs, and I could faintly make out the heads of seven boys. Wow. Okay. Danger.   

At the crunch of a branch under my feet, I stood still. Wide-eyed, windblown hair, scratches on my arms. I must have been quite the sight to see. 

As if on a tune, every single eye turned to where I stood. Raising my hand, I waved at the boys. Oh. I knew them. They were all over the news lately. Really talented, had music for all sorts of ages and genres. They were exceptional and the world liked that about them. The bulletproof boys. Me? I was too broke and relied on internet.   

A movement from beside me, caught Jimin's eyes and he lurched forward, "Sun-hee, why'd you run away?" The cat leaped into his waiting arms and I cooed at the adorable sight. I wasn't alone, the rest of the boys, heaved a sigh of relief as Jimin finally found his lost feline. 

Wait... this cat belonged to pinkmochi, does that mean... Jimin was pinkmochi?!?  Shocked at the new revelation, I backed away a couple steps and turned around to leave. It's better if I don't get involved. I'm a nobody anyway, not to mention, I left all my food at the picnic I set up before, in the middle of these woods. What if it got stolen by other animals? 

Walking at a faster pace, bending and curving around lower branches, I was a woman on a mission. A very hungry mission that ended with me blissfully full of sandwiches and iced drinks. Hearing some muted footsteps behind me, I stopped alerted. Surely, I wasn't just hearing things? 

Instead of turning around, I bolted from the spot, running in zig zags. I had read online, it confused wild animals from chasing you if you didn't follow a straight path.   

But, somehow, instead of losing them, whatever they were, it gained speed behind me and had started to sound more humane like. Panting heavily, with sweat running down my back and neck and heart about to leap out of chest, I stopped as I almost reached my own picnic. 

Oh no. I brought the enemy to the holy food. Hearing the same heavy panting behind me, I turned around slowly, by heart almost leaping out of my chest, it was beating so fast. Hands fisted by my chest, my eyes frantically looked for any possible weapon and coming up short. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and completely turned around. 

It was now or never. Opening my eyes, I gasped out loud to see the seven gorgeous boys leaning on the trees and trying to catch their breath. So much for me giving them space on their vacation. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you follow me?" I asked softly, scared my voice would give away how nervous I was in front of them. 

"We got lost hiking up the hills early this morning and ended up in the woods. Jimin thought the cat would lead us to food and water and let her run, but it actually ran away." Jin, the guy with a calm expression but chaotic hand gestures glared at the cat.   

"And it actually ran away, like I predicted. Well, it did find food for itself." Suga quipped from behind, slumped under a tree with his head resting over the palm of his left hand. He looked bored out of his mind, or maybe tired. At my puzzled expression, he pointed towards my picnic I had set up earlier, spread out prettily behind me, with his chin. 

Feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, I looked down at my feet, covered in dried up mud on all stars. " Would you guys like some lemonade and sandwiches? I have some spare." I mumbled slowly. When I don't hear any response, I looked up to find the boys gone. 

Was it all my imagination?     

Maybe the heat was getting to me. It was almost noon, the sun beating down on my back. That's when I heard the crunch of papers being unwrapped. Startled with wide eyes, expecting to find a bear on my picnic, I turned around to see Jimin looking sheepish with a mouth full of cheesecake that Jin fed him.

Jimin sat in the far right with Yoongi and Jungkook on both of his sides. Then there was RM, Jin, Jhope, and Taehyung on the left. Well, that explains not answering. They were hungry and thirsty after all, since they had been lost all morning, going everywhere and arriving nowhere. 

I went to sit beside Jungkook, since he seemed calmest of the bunch, focusing only on the turkey sandwich and eating it as if it were his last meal.

I was almost close enough to sit down when Jimin pulled on my arm and made me sit next to him, almost on his lap. Yoongi hissed from beside him, on our sudden movement and the whole crew laughed aloud, making the two of us sport matching red cheeks. 

"You're cute when you blush" whispered Jimin from beside me, making my cheeks burn hotter. Turning to him with a sharp glare, I replied. "At least I don't call myself 'pinkmochi'" 

His eyes widened at the retort and he sputtered on his lemonade jar. Hitting his shoulder to ease his choking, my eyes met Suga's amused ones. He winked at me and turned to the other boys. "I think it's time we introduced ourselves.I'm Yoongi." 

"Jungkook" 

 "Taehyung" 

 "I'm your hope, Hosoek" 

 "Namjoon"

"I'm the most handsome, and the best cook, we should share recipes! Oh! And I'm Jin and that's Jimin beside you." With that, they all smiled brightly at me.

 "I'm Y/N., nice to meet you all. I do enjoy some of your music. It's all so unique, so inspiring!" I said enthusiastically. Well, I hoped I did. They were indeed incredible. And that's when Jimin had calmed down from his coughing fit. Smiling softly, I handed him some grapes to munch on since most of the sandwiches were now gone. 

 "Thanks Y/N. You know, we are a fan of yours too. We love your recipes!! And I even tried some of your easiest ones." Jimin said proudly with rounded cheeks as he was stuffing grapes into his tiny mouth. He was just as adorable as a chipmunk. "Yeah! Your desserts are the best." Seokjin nodded in agreement from beside Taehyung opposite us, who looked at Jimin and then at me, weirdly. Jimin taking the hint, got a handful of grapes and tried feeding me. 

Flabbergasted, I opened my mouth and let him push three grapes past my lips at the same time. Satisfied, he smiled back and smirked at Tae. "Aw, look at the cute couple!" Cooed Namjoon in front us, making me hide my blush face into Jimin's hoodie. He smelled so good. Something citrusy with floral undertones. 

"Are you sniffing me, Y/N?" Whispered Jimin from above my head teasingly. Mortified at being caught red-handed, I jerked away from him, wide-eyed. Patting my head, he looked at me fondly while I  turned my head smiled at the grapes shyly. This was all too much! 

 "Okay guys, I think we should head out. Jimin, you should accompany her to her home, the clouds are gathering, it might rain."  Nodding, Jimin took a deep breath. RM, Jungkook and Hosoek stood up and started walking in the direction of my appartment grumbling about themselves. Taehyung And Jin seemed to smile conspiratorily towards Jimin , before getting up and joining them followed by Suga.

 “Do you guys even know the way?" I hollered behind them. What if they got lost again? Shouldn't I be the one to show them the way? "I can hear cars from here, I'm sure the highway is close by. And we have phones, it's okay" Declared Hosoek waving at me with a bright smile.

 "Thanks for the food, Y/N, come to visit us sometime!" Jungkook hollered from far ahead of the group. Waving at the boys, I turned to Jimin bashfully. "Why'd you stay behind? It's definitely not going to rain soon."

 "That was just an excuse. I never had the courage to meet you in real life, I'm thankful today, you came to me." He said with a slight smile, raising his hand, he swiped my hair behind my ears. "You're so much more beautiful in real life." His hand lingered in my hair and then he caressed my ears, finally cupping my cheek. I leaned into his Palm. It felt so soft and warm. 

 "Th-thanks, you too." I stuttered out softly, unable to look into his intense eyes anymore. He was too close. It was a miracle I hadn't passed out from the way the blood was rushing through my veins, my legs trembling. Hearing him chuckle softly, I was mortified. He thinks I'm silly, doesn't he? An idiot, a dunce, that's what. 

 Stepping back, I started piling up the plates and cutlery. Wrapping up the leftover food and placing them in the basket in a daze. I just had to react like every fangirling out there. Even though he might have meant what he said about me being pretty, but that doesn't mean he likes me! Folding up my blanket neatly, I collected everything and nodded to myself. 

 Looking behind me, I saw Jimin cuddling up Sun-hee with a soft smile that made me want to squish his cheeks and join in the cuddle fest. How can I not react like a fangirl when he was this cute, cuddly bean half the time, and a man after my heart the rest of the time? I wanted to get to know him, the real him, before assuming things and judging him. That wasn't me. I shouldn't do that. 

"Let's go home, then." With that, I took his hand and intertwined our fingers. His hand was quite soft and warm, his fingers lean and only a tad bit bigger than my own. Hand in hand, we walked the rest of the way to my apartment. Sun-hee walking behind us leisurely, Jimin took the food basket from my hands' and left me to only carry the blanket and the laptop bag.

 Smiling gratefully, I knocked shoulders with him. Soon enough, we reached my apartment. The five minutes of walk, we were silent, yet it felt so exhilarating and warm. It wasn't just the sun, it was his presence. He was warm, and comforting, I liked being around him. I didn't want him to leave yet. But I knew the boys were waiting for him. 

 "So... it's time for me to go. It was nice to get to see you in person." I said looking him into his eyes. They were a mesmerizing shade of caramel, shining as if the whole galaxy was hiding in its depth. Scratching behind his head, he smiled faintly. 

"Me too, I'll miss you. Here."He handed me a loosely tied bouquet of forget-me-nots. They looked so pretty. But... "When did you even get these?" I asked astonished.

 "When you were packing up. I didn't want to leave without giving you something to remember me by." He said with a bright smile as I accepted the flowers, smelling it's sweet aroma. 

 "They're beautiful, thank you." "Now that I know where you live, I'll drop by again soon. Don't forget me, Y/N!" With that cheeky comment, he bent forward and kissed my cheek. Instantly making me squeak in surprise and hold my cheek in awe. He then turned around and jogged across the street where the boys were standing in a group leaning against a black van hollering and cheering him.

 I hadn't even noticed them waiting for us across the street! Waving at them goodbye, I kissed the flowers in my hand. "I definitely won't ever forget  you, Jiminnie"

[stunudo]

Infiltrated: Part 3

I couldn’t find this gif while searching the Tumblr-loaded ones, but it is watermarked. Thanks to @spencerhellareid for the sly Hotch side-eye. xoxo

Featuring: Hotch x Female Reader/ Foyet x Female Reader

Setting: Season 4

A/N: I got an unsub fmk-type ask. So this came from that. This is going to be darker than any other series I have done. Hope you guys like it! The reader character has a name because she is protecting her identity. xoxo Stu

Warnings: Moral repugnancy and general unsub behavior. Also smut.

Series

Your name: submit What is this?

George had left the morning after the tenderizer with little fanfare. He relished in your wincing steps as you saw him to the door.

“Alright, Y/N, I’ve got some things in the works, but look out for a meet up in a week or two.” George watched you process the instructions, ensuring you were worried just enough to make his leaving a loss.

“If you need anything you know where to find me,” You held his gaze.

“Y/N, please, I don’t need anything.” George laughed in your face. “Ditch the burner, I’ll get you a new one.”

“Anything else?” You shifted with your hands in your back pockets, the skin still warm through your jeans. He didn’t say anything, but grabbed your chin, holding it centimeters from his face. He watched your eyes focus, listened to your breath hitch and became satisfied with his effect. He turned to walk away.

“Be safe.”

He didn’t even look back, but you could hear his guffaw bounce around the solemness of the drab apartment hallway.

A week after the midnight phone call, you finally crossed paths with the BAU again, in the flesh. Your team had been in the field on cycling twelve hour surveillance shifts, leaving your hours of mindless desk duties to be done at unlikely times. It was seven in the evening and you passed the sand-eyed profilers stepping onto the elevator.

“Going up?” Agent Morgan held the door for you and you gave him an appreciative tight lipped smile.

“How’s it going Turner?” Prentiss asked as she peered around Reid and Rossi.

“Have they developed an IV caffeine drip yet?” You joked, glancing over your shoulder to Hotch in the corner.

“Actually, Neonatalogists give Cafcit intravenously to premature infants to treat apnea.” Dr. Reid pointed out.

“So, can I get an adult dose then?” You asked.

“Oh, I’m not a prescribing doctor.” Reid grimaced at you. “But, it is just a different form of NoDoz.”

“Ah, well, I know that one well enough, it got me through my sophomore year of college.” Prentiss chuckled.

Their floor dinged and you leaned back to let them pass. You wondered what kind of horrors they had left behind their latest jet ride. Hotch was the last one on the elevator and something pushed you in his direction.

“Hey--” You caught his gaze and a witty smirk brought a sudden warmth to your cheeks. You bit back the pinching in your cheeks, “You got a minute? I want to go over something with you upstairs.”

He nodded, “Hey guys, I’ll meet you at dinner?” He called back out to his team. Rossi’s concerned stare bore into you as the metal doors closed. The atmosphere of the elevator had reached the summit of a roller coaster, your stomach fell as the doors parted on your floor. You nodded down the hall, leading Hotch through an unmarked door.

“Turner, what’s this about?” Hotch didn’t flinch at the surroundings. He seemed to think you had brought him here for discretion and not true privacy. You couldn’t exactly say why you were doing this, but slowly your body pulled you closer to him. He had a spicy aftershave that lingered on his collar. He froze at your proximity, but the lack of verbal explanation needed no follow up once your breath ghosted over his neck. His hand came out to clutch at your waist, protectively. You took in a ragged breath and knelt in front of him.

You found his belt as he let his shoulders fall against the storeroom door. Despite the looming stress of his last case and your waiting busy work, he responded quickly and impressively. His thighs were muscular and his butt clenched nicely beneath your finger nails as you took his cock into your mouth. He groaned a deep and pained sound; it had been awhile since he had such attention.

“Easy there,” Hotch gasped, stroking your hair from your eyes. You looked up at him, waiting for further instructions. His face was darkening with need and you improvised when he couldn’t form words. You built a steady yet lavish pace, swirling your tongue over his head with every few dips. You were getting incredibly hot knowing how wrong this was and how very much you enjoyed doing it anyway. This was not planned on, something that had gotten you into trouble in the past. Fuck the rules.

You hummed against Hotch’s length and puckered with the vacuum you had created, driving him further along.

“Oh Christ!” Hotch groaned, his knees bending as he added to your rhythm, he finally felt comfortable taking what he wanted. You enjoyed his pleasure more than you thought and his head fell back as he came down your throat. You finished draining him quickly, his hands fumbling with your hair and shoulders, unsure yet gracious.

You stood, as he put himself away. You leaned in before he could say anything.

“You don’t have to say anything, Aaron. This is doesn’t have to mean anything. This was--,” You locked on to his dark eyes, a smug smile creeping up your lips. “This was fun. Just friends. Releasing tension.”

He grabbed your upper arm before you could slip back into the hallway, his hot breath coating your ear. “I pay my debts, Y/N.” He never used your first name, it was almost a threat.

“And I collect on mine.” You replied, leaving the promise of future rendezvous  heavy on the air.

Hotch hadn’t sent you confused or suggestive texts, like most guys would have. He simply carried on working the case as you continued to consult whenever your unit could spare you. There was a big case in the works and your team was in the field or scrounging for leads with criminal informants day and night. You had learned what the phrase ‘dead on your feet’ truly meant. You gave up your night time shifts of tailing profilers at random. They were rarely in Virginia as it was and sleep had grown scarce.

When you dreamt you were always running, the air stolen from your lungs. You would pass indistinct people from your past as if you were running the Boston Marathon. But they weren’t cheering you on, they were mocking you. Hemmings was about ten paces ahead of you, smirking over his boulder of a shoulder. Then George’s voice was in your ear and the whole scene froze.

He was behind you, but off somewhere else there was an interrogation going on. Hotch’s voice was low and level and you didn’t want to hear what he had to say or the responses of his unsub. You knew who he was talking to, but you didn’t want to see their face. Suddenly your skin would burn and you would wake up.

You saw him waiting at the bakery down the street from your apartment while you went for a morning run. The bruising had lessened enough that you could run outside without drawing attention to yourself. It was a pain sparring in the gym, but the longer pants and baggy shirts kept your teammates none the wiser. When he had warned you it would be two weeks, in reality he had made it three. You knew better than to approach him outright, so you circled back on a usual path of yours.

He was sitting on a bench in a park, some place much too common for someone with such darkness inside him. He seemed unimpressed with the birds as he tossed day old bread at the hordes of flying rats. You stopped to stretch with the aid of his bench. You knew you looked appealing in your running shorts, cat calls were a hazard of the hobby. Having him appraise you felt intimate, like he was stroking you with one of his blades instead of just undressing you with his eyes.

“Everything pan out?” You asked, not making eye contact.

“It’s fine. How’s Boy Blue and his team of misfits?” George pelted a chunk of crust across the sidewalk to a massive goose.

“Overworked. They haven’t been home longer than two days since, we, since last time.”

“Since I fucked you raw?” George clicked his tongue and leaned back. He wore aviator sunglasses and a mean grimace. “Yeah, well, times ticking on Hotch’s clock, Y/N. Your new phone is in your car’s glove box. I’ll text you the details when we can, catch up.”

He stormed off as you held your knee to your chest, keeping your focus at a ninety degree angle from his departure. If you were being tailed, the two minute conversation could have only been seen from the way you had come. He was too calculated to be caught shooting the breeze. And you were too much of an exhibitionist to stop stretching as he walked away. You took a longer loop than normal to burn off your anticipation about his cryptic hints.

After a shower and a Hungry Man’s instant dinner, you strolled down to your car in the apartment building’s underground lot. On your passenger’s seat was an elegant shopping tote with a note inside. ‘FOR NEXT TIME’ in scrawled capitol letters. Inside the bag were leather straps, some bits of lace that may have been lingerie if there was more fabric and an empty knife sheath.

You almost forgot the real reason you came outside. You popped the latch on the dashboard. Inside, there was a black plastic bag with a prepaid cell phone and a pack of gum. He liked to keep the purchases less noticeable by putting multiple things on the receipt. You grabbed the bags and headed back inside. The phone hummed to life as you climbed the steps.

There were six text messages of incoherence before a date and time. It was the night before your next day off, sonofabitch was really keeping tabs on you. After two more messages with no discernible importance he gave you a location. He wanted to meet at the train station. What the hell was he doing?

“What the fuck Hemmings?!”

The rookie was late on the shift change and you had only an hour to get to the rendezvous spot to meet George. The newest agent on your team was a lot of things, but tardy was not usually one of them. You tried to keep your breathing regulated as the clock on the dashboard of the surveillance van ticked another minute. He was thirteen minutes late. Fifteen and you would have to check in with Headquarters, something could be wrong. But you weren’t that optimistic.

Your partner’s shift was over four hours later so that changeover wasn’t done in expected patterns. He just shrugged when it was seventeen after, you huffed and called into your Unit for a back up.

“This is Turner, Hemmings is a no show for his shift, is there a contingency in place?”

“Hang on Turner, let me talk to the Chief,” your SSA put you on hold. Great. The smuggling ring you were staking out was quiet and it was the middle of the day, what was keeping the idiot?! “Alright, Hemmings called in and said he is en route, sit tight.”

“Well, can I take the last twenty minutes out of his ass at least?” You were never late, it was one of your very few rules.

“Be my guest, but film it will ya? I want to keep that for posterity’s sake.”

“Maybe next time, when I don’t have somewhere to be,” you mumbled.

“Alright, check out when you can. Thanks.”

“Ten-four.” You gave an unnecessary sign off and proverbially sat on your hands.

Hemmings banged on the backdoor at precisely twenty four minutes after he was originally supposed to. You checked out of your detail and made your way across town to headquarters to get your personal vehicle as all Bureau issued cars were low-jacked. The extra trip was fraying your nerves at both ends. Better to be safe than sorry.

You hopped into the elevator and headed to your floor, it opened on six. Suddenly you were faced with a concerned looking Hotch talking to an annoyed Chief Strauss, you weren’t really in the mood to eavesdrop, but someone had called the elevator. “Going up?”

Hotch and Strauss both stared at you like an insect before their faces retracted.

“Keep me posted, Aaron.” Chief Strauss cut him off, stepping in beside you. She was back to a blank slate before you could ask her what floor she needed, but she said seven was fine. Sure lady, whatever that meant.

The doors closed on Hotch’s apologetic bafflement.

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[sleepystorytelling]

Nightmares That Come True (Part 2) - Bucky Imagine

(D/O/B) - Date of Birth

~2 years later~

I woke up in the same cell like room, I was placed in shortly after arriving in my own personal form of hell. I was an agent for HYDRA, and we were going to make a difference in the world. I didn't exactly know what that difference was...but according to my father it was going to be one worth fighting for.

My father. John Garrett.

He had requested I call him that because he had so easily taken me under his wing and taught me all there is to know about hand-to-hand combat.

Everyday was met with new challenges, and brutal training. It was almost as though everyone here hated me for one reason or another. Constant insults and physical abuse were thrown my way. I have learned over time to trust no one, and love was a feeling created by those who weren't completely sane.

Some part of me wonders why every two-to-three weeks, every memory I have gets fuzzy and a migraine is joined along with it. I tried to ask father, but he tells me I ask to many questions, and girls who do get punished.

Of course, I knew first hand what punishments would occur. If there is one thing I know for certain, it is that SHEILD must be destroyed.

3rd Person POV

There is a small brass rectangle with black writing dancing across the shiny surface located near a small office used for little over a year. And on that small sign a name is written, along with a date of birth... and a date of death.

Agent (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)

(D/O/B) - July 30, 2016

To many agents of SHEILD this small reminder of a life that was lost means nothing. But to all of the Avengers, and some of the agents she had trained with, that little reminder was enough to bring tears to their eyes.

She had found a place where she belonged, her parents of both supported her new found passion and were proud of her for fighting for a cause that would save so many. If only they had known this passion would've taken their child away from them.

Every time an agent passed the room with the tiny marker of her existence, they would take the time, no matter how busy, and place a small kiss onto their fingers and rest it on the cool metal. It had become a ritual, or even a superstition for some, to make this small gesture.

The fallen's boyfriend hadn't completed this ritual once. Hell, Bucky hadn't even been down that hall since the day he had lost her. He knew now how Steve felt when he hadn't been able to save his best friend from falling, because he had watched her do the same.

All of the Avengers loved her like family, and the hardest thing they had done in a long while was trying to move on and witness just how easily it could've been them on the mission. All of them thought about how much they would've traded places with Y/N in a heartbeat.

They never found a body to bury, so am empty casket was placed in the ground. At least if a body had been put to rest, than maybe the weary minds of SHEILD would've been able to rest also.There was a lingering feeling that you were out there somewhere.And you were.

Your POV

Today was the day.

I stood in front of the full body mirror in my small closet of a room. I was looking closely at almost every inch of my face. From the tiny speckles of gold residing in my irises, to the tiny scar above my eyebrow, no doubt from missions.

Father told me that the only way he would allow me to go on with this mission, like I had been so vigorously trained for, was if I agreed to his terms. So here I was admiring my hair and eye color for the last time before it was to be changed. A knock rang out from the metal door only a few feet from my mirror, opened slightly, and a head poked inside.

"Your father is waiting for you Miss L/N."

I took one last look, and followed the guard out of the door, and down the maze of hallways.The room we entered was barely lit, and had a medical table in the middle.

I knew how these procedures worked. You would think a little hair dye and colored contacts wouldn't hurt so much. But from what my father had told me, he wanted it to be permanent.

"Good morning Y/N. If you would remove your clothing, and replace them with this gown." An accented voice spoke from behind me. I turned around and was met with a tall, rugged man holding out a white gown.

As soon a s the gown was in my hands, the man pointed to a small unfolded screen. I nodded and disappeared behind it.

I undressed and refreshes as quickly as I possibly could, in fear that there was a camera hidden somewhere.When I emerged two women in black scrubs were standing on either side of the table.

I honestly wanted to get this over as soon as possible, due to the amount of pain I knew was going to come. I used a stool to climb onto the table and laid down, it didn't talk long before wires and monitors were being connected to me.

One of the nurses was staring at my face, and was mumbling continuously. I wasn't able to make out what she was saying; it was almost as if her words weren't making their way to my ears.

All too soon, pain was over taking my mind, and my body. I began to realize something, before I had completely fallen into the darkness, this procedure wasn't to simply change my appearance. They were ensuring all of my memory was wiped.

As soon as that thought had crossed my mind, I passed out.

~•~•~•~

When my eyes finally opened, I was overwhelmed with a sense of hate. I ripped the wires out of my arms, and stood up. I walked to a mirror that wasn't in the room before.

When I looked into the mirror I noticed my hair was a deep purple, nearly black. My eye color had changed to a light lilac color.

I noticed the small scar above my eyebrow, and I remembered where it came from. It had been given to me by the enemy. I knew who that enemy was.

I wasn't sure why, exactly, but I couldn't take my eyes off of the scar. The longer I stared, the more memories we're associated with it. All of a sudden, like a wave had crashed I to my entire body, I remembered. I remembered why I was here. Why I had this scar in the first place.

It was them. HYDRA had done all of this.

The mission I never came home from. The fall, the screaming.

Bucky.

I knew then who this next mission was going to infiltrate.

SHEILD.

My realization was cut short by a small cough behind me. The reflection in the mirror showed the same nurse as before.

"How are you Miss L/N?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn't quite figure out what yo tell her.

"I am impressed by the hair co-" She cut me off, with a small knowing smile and a wink.

My eyes widened. She did this!?

"Shh, just do what's right." She didn't bother explaining what she meant by that, she just left. Looking to my left, I saw a black cat suit. It was then I noticed I was still wearing the white gown.

As I picked up the suit, a fresh pair of underwear were lying underneath it. I could feel my ears get the tiniest bit hot. I grabbed all of the garments and the boots on the ground under the small stool. I went behind the shade for a second time, and changed.

The suit was definetly skin tight, but it definetly made a statement. And I felt kinda bad ass in it with the new hair and eye color. I left the room in search of my 'father'. When I found him, he was lacing his black combat boots, looking up just ad I knocked lightly on the door frame.

"Y/N. Let me have a look at you." John made his way closer to me, and picked up a piece of my newly colored hair. It was extremely hard for me not to squirm or shy away from his touch. He just disgusted me.

"How are you feeling? Are you ready to fight? "

I looked him dead in the eyes. "I will always fight." The venom in my voice even scared me a little. John smirked evily, and we were off.

*Sorry for another time skip...*

The HYDRA helicarrier was packed full of agents. All of them wearing black with the infamous HYDRA symbol located somewhere on their persons. The closer we got to our destination, the more rambunctious everyone got.

When the aircraft touched down, everybody stood tall and proud. That is when the chanting started. I remember taking part in these chants happily less than two days ago. I knew this was something I had to do. One more time.

"Hail HYDRA! " I joined in.

With one final shout the doors were opened and off they were. John and I stayed behind. I was trained to only jump in when I was needed. As was John.

I could easily see that HYDRA was going down. They were no match for the pure power of twice as many SHEILD agents.

John nudged my side gently. I heard him mutter 'go'.

Without a second thought, I tore off into the mayhem that was before me. Blood of both HYDRA and SHEILD agents moistened the ground.

In order to properly gain the trust of SHIELD, I had to prove that I wasn't supporting HYDRA. This would definetly come as a challenge because I was in fact wearing the treacherous symbol of their enemy on my back. Literally.

I snuck up behind a woman, her black outfit was a consistent shade of onyx. All except for the small HYDRA watermark. She had a knife in her hand, and judging by her stance, she was ready to strike. I had never seen this woman before, so it didn't bother me much when I grabbed her head and twisted her neck into an awkward angle. Sure, it sounds morbid and almost inhumane, but I wanted to get home.

I didn't have complete recollection of my previous life, so I wasn't exactly sure what home was, but I was absolutely positive that it wasn't HYDRA.

When her body fell, I locked eyes with the good guy she was about to stab. His face paled, and he stood in the same spot with his mouth wide open. Almost as if he had seen a ghost.

I gave him a short nod, he took off quickly towards the line of SHEILD officials.

I continued on with killing those who had 'toughened me up' over the course of time I was trapped inside my own mind. I took out a few with their own weapons, some from behind and some came to me -believeing they could trust me.

HYDRA was down a great deal when I was grabbed from behind. A strong arm was holding my tightly by my neck, in some sort of choke-hold.

"Keep walking straight." John was the one holding me. An object was being pushed into my back, most likely a gun, right over the location of my spine. One wrong move and I was sure that I would remain paralyzed, if not dead.I obeyed and continued on straight, towards the SHEILD tent. I had to be careful that I didn't trip over the corpses that were dispersed along the field.

Every time I glanced down I was met with a new face of someone who I had once known; whether it be from my former life or the one I had been living.

The walk was definitely a long one. On the other hand, I knew the longer the walk, the longer I would probably survive. We stopped about 200 yards off of a tent with more than one room, no doubt belonging to SHEILD. John grabbed me roughly, and jerked me around to face him.

"You are a little traitor. You deserve nothing short of dead! But I am giving you one last chance. We are going to walk into that tent, and you are going to take every single one of those men out. If you fail to complete your order, I will kill you. You, and that little boyfriend of yours. Do I make myself clear? " I watched him, unable to speak. John took this as a sign of disrespect, so he raised his hand, and brought it down against the side of my face.

I already had blood, both my own and others, on my face; but the impact of his hand mixed with the ring he was wearing sent a rather large gash on my cheek.

I knew what I had to do, I had to keep Buck safe. Even if that meant giving myself up to years of torture for treachery.

I raised my head, and shook my head, signaling my approval. That smirk had et he'd itself onto John's face for easily the twentieth time today.

He pulled a rather large gun out of his side holster, and shoved it into my arms. He quickly spun me back around and shoved the barrel into my spine once again. I walked slower this time, I didn't want to kill the officials who had once given me a sense of pride. I had no choice, the love of my life was in danger.

I know what you are thinking. Bucky is a super soilder! That may be, but when you love someone you would do anything too keep them out of harms way. That's precisely what Bucky does. He would gladly hand himself over to HYDRA if he even thought I was there.

I have to do this to protect him.

The tent was right before my very eyes, I could reach out and touch it. There were shadows reflected onto the sides, and victorious voices reigning out into the air. I took a deep breath, and tried to compose myself.

I had to clear my head of all emotion, that is the only way this was going to work.

"It's your time to shine." A voice mocked softly into my right ear. With a blank face I walked to the entrance of the tent, gun hanging lowly by my side. It was that moment that I felt the small pistol resting on my own hip.

I kept my head low, and cleared my throat loudly. All chatter stopped, and I felt all eyes on me. Their stares we're like pins and needles all over my body. It was completely quiet until I raised my head. Audible gasps were heard, and I swore I heard someone mutter about 'Jerry was right'.

"Shut up! " I yelled rather loudly. The whispers ceased, and more people entered the front section of the tent. Without even bothering to glance in their direction, I raised my weapon and aimed it at a random agent.Cocking the gun slowly, I took a deep breath. I took this time to take in all the faces before me.

My eyes stopped when I saw a flash of metal. Looking closer I saw it was attached to somebody. Bucky.

Words began to flush my mind of all feeling momentarily. I will always fight. I will always fight for him. After all what good was this deal I made with John no more than 10 minutes ago, when Bucky was in the tent full of people I was to kill?

I placed my hand on the trigger, not once breaking the intense stare down I shared with Bucky. I reached for the gun on my hip and shot at John to my left. I heard a grunt of pain, and another gunshot. A crippling pain spread throughout my abdominal area. Glancing down a rather large bullet wound had made itself comfortable on the side closer to a quickly bleeding out John. I fell onto my knees, griping my side. I raised the larger gun towards John, and sent the ammo ripping through the air, landing in his cranium.

I dropped both guns, and gripped my side tightly. Tears were trailing down my cheeks, and blood was soaking my hands. Two firm hands on either side of my body, tightly grabbed my arms and hoisted me up.

At first I thought they we're helping me, until I felt my hands being bound behind my back. I was now a POW, or prisoner of war. That was the least of my concerns however, because I still had an angry bullet lodged into my rips. Shortly after being placed into handcuffs, the world began to fade away.

*Last time skip I swear*

Waking up, I was in a bright white room. A constant beep was filling me eardrums.

A dull pain turned sharp with every breath I dared to take. My eyelids were heavy, and almost refused to reveal the spheres beneath them.

I was holding something, but I didn't move my fingers and inch, in fear of what it might be.

After my sensitive eyes we're able to make sense of the pictures before them, I figured out that it was a hand I was holding.

His hand.

Relief washed over me, and I gripped his hand a little, never wanting to let go again.

Shortly after tightening my hold, a sleepy Bucky snapped his head up and with tears in his eyes brought his head closer to my hand. He was speaking soflty, and between each 'Thank God' and 'I Love You', a small kiss was placed on my fingers.

I was sure I still had hell to face, and a lot of explaining to do; I don't really care.

This is home.