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georgiaheartsdilfs · 3 years ago

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→ man in my dreams (PT1) bucky b x reader

inspired by @demonsandmischief 's story something special ↪link to their story: something special part one prompt ↪ when you go to sleep at night, you have dreams of a man. A man that you have sworn to have seen once before in your life, every morning you try to write down everything you remembered about him from the dream but the only thing you could remember was blue eyes. You didn't know what the dreams meant but you knew that it had to be something to do with him, until one dream changed everything. "you're that man in my dreams..." warnings / other notes ↪delusions, its also confusing but to me I understood it. ↪you might need to keep an eye out for the POV change cause its one of those one, and i dont know if there is alot because i didnt reread this or edit it. ↪ the grey lines are a sign of scenery or pov change if you don't like this pov idc im bored Y/N's POV It had been playing on my mind all week, why was this man always in my dreams. I haven't been able to dream about normal things for months, what was the reasoning behind his abnormal appearances and why do I only remember his blue eyes. His blue eyes, naturally I'd go looking at peoples eyes but even though blue is a rare colour I just can't walk up to people and ask what their eye colour is. "blue eyes" I had been sitting in this position on my bed for hours I didn't even notice what the time was until my phone started buzzing, grabbing it i look at the clock and notice that it was 3:32 in the morning and that I and been sitting here trying to draw his eye area for almost four hours. There had to be a reason why this man kept appearing in my dreams, it wasn't a normal dream either. I'd be there watching him fight bad guys and sometimes I'd see him sleeping almost as if I was spectating his day. Even during my days at work, I try to remember were I had seen those blue eyes. It didn't haunt me but it also didn't sit well in my stomach, the man it was odd that the only thing I remembered from the man was his eyes. Nothing else but his eyes. I wasn't focused about any other day though, when I was having a nap earlier today I seemed to remember something else about him... his voice. His voice wasn't exactly deep but it wasn't too high either, I did notice, however that when he wanted his voice could be deep.

His voice was smooth, more menacing and threatening when it wanted to be and I remembered a name "Sam?" I mutter jotting down the name on the piece of paper where I had his eye drawn down. Obviously, I wasn't an artist but the eye I had drawn was good enough for me to remember what it looked like even though I saw them every night. The dream, it disappeared within seconds of waking up but I'd always sleep with a pen and paper scribbling down anything I could remember, but it would all come back the moment I fell asleep. a tower? sam? a jet... a jet? They gave me no hints, at first I thought it could have been Tony Stark given the tower and the jet but Stark's voice couldn't be that deep even if you gave me testosterone. Besides, Stark didn't have blue eyes. I've seen him on the television enough times to know that brown was not blue. Yesterday I had asked my best friend if she had any dreams like these, spectating a man and his everyday life but every time I asked, she would deflect and ask if I was on my meds. My meds aren't even for a mental illness or anything, it was for my asthma. I sketched the blue eyes over and over again, trying to make a face out of it but each time ending in someone with blonde hair and small lips. Although that could be the guy, I just dont feel like someone like that would have such a sexy.. hot, voice. So blonde hair was out of the picture, but what if their hair was dyed. I give up. I placed my sketchbook and pencil on my bedside drawer turning my light off. Closing my eyes trying to fall asleep once more.

The dream, here I was, there he was. Watching Television? He looked handsome, sure I had seen everything he had done but i can't help but think he was just lost. God he looked hot. "I can't believe anybody would think this was a news worthy story, can you believe this?" he says holding the remote throwing popcorn in his mouth, he turned around. He wasn't in his usual dark room, this room was lighter. "Sam?" he asked turning around, Sam seemed to be well I don't know, I couldn't see. I could only see him and his surroundings, not the people he fought with or even interacted to. "Yes Buck I don't believe it" Sam would mumble, Sam sounded American like the man in my dreams but Sam sounded less stressed, less angry all the time. He had appeared a few times in my dreams of this man, he must've been the man's friend although this man didn't have many friends but it didn't seem to bother him because most of the time he was alone, in his own company and whenever he was he'd enjoy it more than anything else. He always seem to look down at his arm, his arm was made out of metal almost like Iron man's suit but this arm wasn't a suit it was like apart of him, this was a detail I could never remember but I swear I know some famous guy with a metal arm. The man scratches his neck "do you get that feeling like you're being watched?" the man asked "we are avengers, of course we would feel watched everyone's on our asses Buck" Buck.... the winter soldier bucky? Avengers? They had never mentioned this, but I guess thats a given since everybody already knows who they are but then again everyone else can see their faces. "Bucky" I whisper and he turns around "Did you hear that?" he said. Did he just hear me? "Hear what Bucky? There's nobody there" Sam says, there it was his face, his perfect face. It was unusually symmetrical for an old man. "I swear I heard something" Bucky said shrugging it off. The scenery changed, what? it's never done this before it was always Bucky did it change because I figured out who he was? What the hell is going on. "you need to get that soldier back online" it was a man, a hydra man. I could see everything here? I have so many questions and no one to answer them, god this sucked, but it was like a james bond film sort of. "we can't he's been healed" a man stutters "GET HIM BACK, HUNT HIM, CUT HIS OTHER ARM OF JUST FIND HIM" the old man yells smashing the table in half. Then everything went black, still black and then it's back to Bucky sitting watching TV. "Hydra has a plan Bucky I just cant put my finger on it" Sam said, I could see his face this time. He was the falcon guy, he was given Captain America's shield but gave it to the local museum or whatever, I don't know I didn't catch up. I start saying my number "x-xxx-xxx-xxxx" it was faint, I couldn't even hear my own voice for once. Bucky and Sam look around "you heard that right?" I had never been able to speak to them before, this was odd. Maybe the universe wasn't after Bucky like he always says it is, but out of all people why me? Maybe he gets the same dreams I do "hello" Bucky says spinning around. "hello?" I say "who are you?" Sam yells "relax you don't have to yell.." I say quietly, they were both now standing at a table where I was situated on the opposite side of them. "you can hear me?" I ask them and they nod "can you see us?" Sam asked "yeah uh hello im right in front of you, I suppose you can't see me" I say look around "are you like dead?" Bucky said. "If I was dead, I wouldn't be here. Come on James pull yourself together" I mumble "repeat the number" Sam says pulling out a pen "ugh x-xxx-xxx-xxxx" I repeat, I could now feel myself waking up and everything falling apart "call me, say your names and hopefully I'll remember and explain it all" I say. My voice was fading away, the vision would go from black to seeing them again until it went completely black "You feel that, the presence its gone" Bucky says "are you a psychic?" Sam said, their voices faded.

my phone started ringing and I sat up immediately, so it was like a real real person. I answered the phone hello is this y/n y/l/n i hope so the voice said, why could I remember everything now? I remember who he is, James Buchanan Barnes the Winter Soldier. "Bucky?" I whisper, the image of his beautiful face printed in my mind thats me uh who are you why could i hear you "uh I can't quite explain it" I stutter grabbing my paper and pen taking down his number incase it disappeared when I hung up. "hydra know where you are" I say whilst writing the number what, how do you even know? "I dont know i just have these visions I could explain it but uh I dont know how" I continue to stutter. What was I suppose to say, Hey Bucky I see you all the time but you can't see me and sometimes, I don't remember it but like for some reason right now I can. great then where are you another voice said "Sam?" I ask how do you know who i am? he asked "god I don't know if only I could just like explain it all but now im paranoid" I clear my throat looking around my room. It looked as if it wasn't my room anymore, the room started distorting "oh god" I say what, what's happening? the voice said over the phone "i dont know i've never had this before" I clear my throat, the old man from hydra, how? what? "look i know you are across the world but when you're on your way back message me and meet me at the closest cafe to the tower" I say before hanging up. I stand up getting out of my bed who are you the man spins around "wait you can see me" I ask, how is this even possible. how did you get in here the old man says walking towards me grabbing my arm "i-i i'm sorry sir i have no clue who you even are, or how i even got here" I clear my throat. get out of here girl, this is no place for you he says throwing me at the door as I shut my eyes. I wait to feel my face against the wall but a couple minutes go by and still no wall, I slowly open my eyes and I was back in my room. My phone on my bed with my drawings. My phone vibrates constantly, I speed walk over to my phone hello? hello? y/n? where did you go? are you alright? we are on our way. Be safe. im fine jesus christ great sorry read 8:24am

Bucky's POV My thoughts ran wild, I had sworn for the past few nights I had felt someone's presence lurking in the shadows, following me. Then I heard her voice, I swore I was mad but then I heard her voice, it was like the voice of an angel. Staring at my phone waiting for a response. im fine jesus christ A weight was lifted off my shoulders, I hadn't particularly known her for ten minutes and I was already worried about her, thinking about what she was doing. "Sam we need to go see her" I finally speak up "No Kidding" Sam rolled his eyes, I turn to see he was already packed. Had I been standing for long? Packing my backs Sam taps his food against the wooden floor "Shield says to take her with us, if she knows hydra, hydra knows her" he says and I turn to see him leaning against the doorframe with a serious face. "great, another passenger as if Zemo wasn't enough" I rolled my eyes at him getting back to packing "Zemo was your doing, your responsibility" Sam says I can hear his judgy tone "you're worried for the poor girl aren't you" he asks as I throw my bag over my shoulder walking past. "That's why your acting like you don't care" he runs up to me "I don't care for the girl, I care about myself not going back to that monster alright and if she has answers I want them, lets go" I mumble grabbing Zemo as we walk out to the car. My mind for once was clear, clear for everything except her. What did she look like? I imagine black hair with brown eyes or maybe brown hair with brown eyes. It was all so thrilling to me, if her voice was enough to calm me imagine how beautiful she is. "we will be there tonight so I suppose we'd have to surprise her at her apartment, luckily shields kind of pervy for that kind of stuff" Sam says handing me a file, I hold it seeing a top of a photo which I presume to be a photo of her. I wanted to open it, but I didn't want to invade her privacy, to know everything on record about her. "aren't you going to open it" Sam asks "well of course he won't he doesn't want to spoil the mission" Zemo says in a snarky tone. "Talk one more time and I'm throwing you out mid ride I'm serious man" Sam says "look she isn't a mission, I just don't want to intrude on her privacy i mean she's 24" I say "exactly she's 24 what could be the worst on her file" Sam says, I take a look at the thick file. There was no way she didn't have a secret with a file this big, she must have some special thing going on. "Sam, I'm not going to alright" I mumble "fine" he says. My phone buzzes once more and I open it. are you actually gonna meet me though, isn't it like ridiculous you know im not having second thoughts. you are so having second thoughts we are on our way now but we won't be there until tonight Im assuming you have my file read it if you want im sure everyone already has. it's fine, sam knows where you are so i guess keep an ear out for us be safe i will jeesh you old people are so ... weary I chuckle at my phone screen and Sam looks next to me "is it that girl from the restaurant?" he asked "what girl?" I ask "you know the waitress" he said, she was alright her voice was smooth but not as smooth as y/n. Why was I so attracted to her, I hadn't even seen her and I haven't even known her for a day what made her so special that made me forget about the real world for a brief moment. Sam looked at my phone "oh its y/n" he said "she was just asking a question" I say putting my phone in my pocket taking off my jacket "god this thing itches my arm" I say scratching my arm "that gets itchy" Sam says "not his metal arm fool" Zemo says. I'm so thankful Zemo was

rich, otherwise we'd still be here by the end of the day. I'm far too eager to meet y/n right now, I don't know why. Sam pulls the car over at the airport runway and Zemo's butler is there waiting, the butler smiles and I roll my eyes stepping foot into the jet.

Y/N's POV It started getting late and I finally got off work, working overtime sure sucks but it distracted myself from the fact that I might be meeting the man in my dream that's not only handsome but an avenger. The avenger thing didn't really matter to me, it would shock a lot of other people but my life doesn't revolve around superheroes... or it didn't. Walking through my apartment door was a relief, smelling my homely scent flopping back onto my sofa turning on the TV throwing my jacket and bag on the floor like it was rubbish being tossed in the bin. Now it started getting really late and time was going by fast, 9pm, 10pm, 11:30pm, 12am. When are they coming? are you far? I dont think so, i dont know nyc that well but uh i'd assume we aren't far since we are driving i hope you aren't driving and texting old man that is very very dangerous I laugh at my cheeky text, he had been looking out for me the whole time he was on his way. Rightfully so I suppose because hydra knows who I am now, thanks to this stupid vision stuff. Bucky had been on my mind all day at work, not for any particular reason but he just was, well I guess there was a reason. He was coming to my house. A couple minutes later I hear footsteps getting closer to my front door "PLEASE TELL ME ITS THEM" I yell throwing my head back and then I hear a knock at the door. Rubbing my eyes I stand up and walk over to the door, opening it to be greeted by three men. "great I forgot the jailbird was with you" I yawn placing my hand out, Bucky shaking it, then Sam and then Zemo "y/n" Bucky nods "Come in" I say inviting them in. "I was starting to fall asleep, I thought you'd finally let it go" I say "no we're not letting it go, if you know hydra, hydra knows you" Sam says and I nod, I've had a history with Hydra when I was a teenager I killed a few of their agents not long after the death of my parents. "now which one of yous read my file" I say "drink?" I ask and none of the nod "great because uh I'm broke, new york is expensive" I mumble, I was extremely tired waiting for these idiots. "zemo and I read your file, Bucky refused said it was an intrusion of privacy" Sam says as they all sit on my sofa, I stand infront of them "you, didn't read my file when I said you could" I point to Bucky who nods, I may have sounded rude but my heart was beating so fast it could be exploding in any second just by looking at him. "well I just didn't want to" Bucky shrugged. "Right, I just wasted your time honestly so I'm going to bed" I turn walking off "What?" Sam says "Look I love your guys saving the world thing, but my memory is currently weaker than Bucky's and he is like 80 years older than" I say "no offence" I smile sweetly to him. "Luckily for you I have a spare mattress and a blow up mattress for when my friends stay over, follow" I say as they all stand up. I lead them to my spare room that had a queen bed and a queen mattress, despite these mattresses being STRICTLY for my friends I'm sure they wouldn't mind a few hot guys sleeping in them. "If someone doesn't want to snuggle then the sofa is an option" I say opening the door to the spare room "the blow up is underneath, its no luxury but crash where ever in the house that isn't my room" I say yawning scratching the top of my head. "I promise, you will wake up with more intel and whatever" I say "explore the apartment, end room is not to be walked in to" I continue and the all stare at me with blank faces except for Bucky who was grinning whilst licking his lips, god it was so hot (gif). "goodnight, dont let the bed bugs bite" I smile closing the door leaving all three grown up men in the room to fend for ourselves "she so handed it to you" Zemo

said "Shut it" Sam said as I laugh and walk off. Before I go to sleep, I usually go to grab a bottle of water to drink whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, so I exited my room and walked into the living area then the kitchen area to see Bucky on the sofa. "you got the shit show, how did the other guy get the blow up" I say grabbing two bottles of water out "I know right" he chuckles poking his head up looking towards me as I walked over handing him a bottle "thanks" he smiled. I sat on my coffee table staring at him as he sat up, "do I have anything to worry about" he asked and I shake my head "if you read my files you'd know i have the best gunman award in SHIELD and I'm a great double agent" I say cocking an eyebrow "for a 24 year old huh" he says and I nod "yup" I smile, the time was probably 1am and instead of going to bed I was talking to the man in my dreams. "how did you get these visions?" he asked "again Bucky if you read my files you'd know, SHIELD never told me that but they are random or thats what I was told" I mumble "any other questions war boy?" I say standing up "do you get nightmares, like do you see what I dream about?" he asked. I had remembered the time in his apartment where he was dreaming about him, the winter soldier. He had woke up in a sweat before turning on the TV to see the news of the fraud Captain America. "a few times" I said "but if you were going to ask me if i hate you for it, to put it easy, I don't" I shrug "I don't know why, but, I'd rather know than not and it doesn't scare me" I smile as he smiles back. This was the first time I had seen him smile, ever. It was a very bright smile to say the least, it was beautiful. "uh if you need me, i'll be in my room" I smile as he nods "goodnight" he whispers and I wave him goodbye. part 2: man in my dreams (PT2)

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 4 years ago

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🕯Anon said : Can I request headcanons with a Modern Au Teacher!Erwin and his s/o is a slightly famous artist like a painter that’s always in the basement. Maybe have a moment where the art teacher begs him to bring them to the school when they find out who Erwin is with. ? 🕯

Teacher!Erwin brings you, a famous painter, to work.

{ Erwin x Reader | tw:none | fluff, suggestive kiss | modern }

{ "Leisurely Sunday in the Villa Comunale in Naples" 1993 by Francesco Tammaro Born in 1939 }

Grassy fields surrounded the old big building as the trees undressing of their leaves onto the sidewalks, currently being swept away by the janitor.

Students were filling the halls, the sound of chatter and laughter following after. Outside in the yard, the whistle of the gym teacher could be heard following by heavy footsteps as the football team started their morning practice. Not long after the bell rang, the halls were empty again only for some crumbled papers and snack covers left behind.

"Pigs, all of them. There's a trashcan right there." Levi scrunched his nose at the smell of axe spray and deodorant near the trophy cases. "Tell Miche to spray his running monkeys with soap every once in a while."

"Now now, what got you so grumpy this early in the morning?" Adjusting the lab coat on their suit, Hange replied. "Oh cut the kids some slack, their big game is coming soon or something."

"And he's been implenting a more strick hygiene policy." Said Erwin, holding a plastic binder with a stack of exam papers, mostly marked red. "He's trying to convince the principal to ban deodorant during practice because it's making his nose burn."

Huffing in response, Levi crossed his arms. "Yeah because the principle will definitely listen to him after that whole sniffing people scandal- Hey! Brats, don't you have classes"

As Levi went to scold the two students currently hanging a handmade poster for the upcoming game on the wall, a couple of students came up to Hange, looking in a hurry as they explained the Science lab was locked and they're getting tired of sitting on their backpacks outside.

Soon after, Erwin too made his way to class.

Upon entering the room, the talking quieted down as the squeaking sound of people going back to their own desks followed. Walking upfront, Erwin dropped the binder on his desk beside the empty mug, a couple of groans filled the room as the students realised what it was.

"Mr.Smith, didn't we just take the test yesterday? Shouldn't you like...I don't know double check or something? Maybe you rushed grading them?" One student called from the back as some chuckles and agreement followed from the rest.

Taking the stacks of papers out, Erwin made his way between the students, giving each on their graded paper. "I don't know Connie, maybe you should've double checked your answers instead?"

The playful atmosphere of the classroom was cut short as the door slammed open, making everyone freeze in their seats, none other than the art teacher walked in.

Nile Dawk, current art teacher who fails at least a quarter of his class each year. Who has oh just the most swell relationship with Erwin and anyone can tell you that.

You see, Erwin adored art, both the classic and the modern. Nile admired history and knew just how each art era had its link to a historical event.

And the pair couldn't stand each other.

Crossing his arms, Nile said "Erwin, you have explaining to do." Before dropping a newly printed magazine onto his desk,

Its cover, showing a brand new art museum that just finished construction and is hosting a lot of different paintings from unrecognised underground talents.

"Nile, I think you misunderstand. I teach history, I'm not an architect." He said raising an eyebrow, before tilting his head as if he's deep in thought, "or do you want me to explain what a museum is?"

Sneering at his remark, Nile flipped through the pages till he reached a certain one. It depicted a one of the paintings that will be displayed in the museum, a portrait of a blond man with broad shoulders and sharp blue eyes seemingly distracted from reality by the book in his hand.

The soft glow of the fireplace next to the red armchair he sat in, adding a certain orange hue to his light complexion. His long fingers holding the leather book as a glass-stained maroon vase sat on the small table behind him, containing a single red rose.

It's clear from the details poured into his eyes and the shading for each strand of his hair that whoever made this painting, held a great affection for the man.

"Now Mr.history teacher, care to explain why your face is on this painting? By one of the few promising artists of this useless generation?."

Hushed murmurs filled the classroom as students took out their phones googling the name y/n, showing each other the said painting while staring with wide eyes at Erwin.

Rubbing his temple with his fingers, Erwin frowned at the scene the other was causing. Knowing very well it won't take long for this fire to spread, he decided to add more fuel to the flames.

He took a long breath, before telling the class to quiet down with a stern expression.

"Mr.Dawk, are you really asking me why y/n, my love, the person I'm married to, paint me?" He said facing the other, looking directly into his eyes. "Maybe you should ask y/n instead if you're so insisting on forcing yourself in my private life."

Narrowing his eyes, Nile snorted. "You know what Erwin? Maybe I should.

And that's the story Erwin told you while having dinner that day.

He looks at you with pleading eyes as if to silently apologise for dragging you into this mess, his plate still half full and drink untouched.

Please reassure him that it's alright, you don't mind taking a day off to visit his work

He'll reach out to gently squeeze your hand in his, whispering a small thank you as his thumb rubs against your skin.

He also says he'll do the dishes that day, you can go rest and he will join you in bed after a while, a relieved smile on his face.

The next day, as he wakes up early like usual. He makes sure to wake you up with a kiss, stroking your face before murmuring "good morning" against your lips.

He knows because of your work you don't wake up early, so he's really patient and understanding if you happen to get grumpy for a while.

Handing you a warm drink to help wake you up, he'll make sure you eat something before changing and heading out.

You're not surprised to find him already done and dressed himself.

Hair as perfect as usual.

On the drive to school, you'll feel the cool morning air against your skin while your head leans back into the seat, eyes fluttering shut.

You can have your mini nap, Erwin will make sure to wake you up when you arrive.

When arriving, he made sure to open the car door for you. The fresh air and green scenery surrounded you both.

When arriving at the teacher's lounge, you're almost surprised to see two people already there from how early it was.

The first was sitting on the old black couch near the window, his dirty blond bangs covering his eyes. The second you could see making tea on the other side of the room Where the kitchenware was.

Both of them glanced up when Erwin called their name, staring at the way he had an arm wrapped around your waist while introducing you.

It was Miche who came first, standing from the couch you noticed just how tall he was. Offering your hand for him to shake, only for him to pull you into a tight hug instead.

He pulled away, tapping his nose before a smile slowly formed on his face, nodding in approval

The second was Levi, who ignored your offered hand only to sip on his teacup, assessing you up and down.

Not too long after, a person with a messy ponytail and a colorful lab coat arrived.

They took one glance at you, then the matching wedding rings on yours and Erwins fingers before taking an immediate interest in you.

Hange asked questions faster than you can answer them, with sparkling eyes and a wide smile.

At the first sign of you being uncomfortable, it was Levi who stepped in to tell Hange to tone it down before apologizing to you.

And it was Miche who got you some snacks from the teacher's secret stash after.

You've heard stories and one sided phone calls about them from Erwin, yet it still didn't prepare you for actually meeting them.

While overwhelming at first, the more time you spent talking as Erwin reassuringly sat beside you, you noticed how genuinely interested they were.

Levi, while seemingly cold, was actually the most considerate and paid the most attention to you. He'd step in whenever things got too much and would be really polite despite having a colourful language. By the end of it he even made you some tea, something that seemed to surprise Erwin and the rest.

"It's just...he never trusted someone this quickly before."

Hange was genuinely interested in you, having researched you and your art beforehand. They really were eager to hear even the most boring details and were capable of understanding your way of thinking. They even gave you a small rubber frog they carried around in their pocket to hand out. It would've been cute wasn't for the fact immediately after they mentioned the real human skeleton they have pinned to the lab door.

"His name is bean! I've been actually investing into getting him a human heart for Valentine's day, but all the ones I've found so far were in jars."

The most quiet of them was actually Miche, although he'd smile at you whenever you looked his way. Despite his intimidating size you learned how harmless and easy going he is, the most chill out of the three. He did mention knowing Erwin for the longest time out of them, having been childhood friends even. He promised to tell you all the embarrassing secrets Erwin tried to erase from existence as he added his number on your phone.

"He ain't as proper as he looks, I got the dirt on him."

You saw Erwin's jaw tightening before he changed the subject quickly, giving the side eye to Miche who only smiled back.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, Erwin didn't leave your side for one minute and made sure to check on you constantly.

He introduced you to the rest of the teachers and seemed only amused at any teasing he got from students passing by.

By the end of the day, as the sun began to set and the students already done with their clubs, you and Erwin had one final place to go.

The art classroom.

"Just one more thing before that" he told you, guiding you into an empty classroom.

You saw his desk, the mug you gifted him on father's day as a joke sat on his desk, several paper sketches you made were framed next to it.

It was his classroom, with only you and him, the door open.

He closed it.

You stood against his desk as he moved closer, arms circling you, not breaking eye contact.

"May I?" He whispered, licking his own lips.

As he got your permission, he pressed his lips against yours, arm stroking your back before pulling away after some seconds.

He rubbed your swollen bottom lip with his thumb, a small smile on his face before pulling away.

Your heart was still fluttering against your chest as you left the classroom, while Erwin seemed to be smiling at nothing with a slight curl to his lips, steps more lighter than before.

Right after that he took you to the art classroom. The smell of oil paint and sound of brushes scratching against paper filling the air.

Stepping inside, the scratching sound stopped as a certain black haired man stared at you, eyes wide and lips parted.

Disbelief clear in his face, Nile was quick to mask his emotions as he noticed the smugness Erwin was in.

"Nile, I'd like to introduce you to my lovely darling, y/n." There was a chipper to Erwin's voice as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

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thefreshfinds · 6 years ago

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BROOKLYN UNITY FEST:

There is strength in numbers and the Brooklyn Unity Fest went ahead to prove that theory in their 8th annual event. If someone were to question "Where Brooklyn at?" the proof would be front and center. Ultimately the Brooklyn Unity Fest gave back to its community in a major way!

Aside from its free giveaway on Summer Jam tickets, bikes and t-shirts — there was also a Fabolous Way 3 Point Contest and Stomp the Violence Dance Contest.

From the basketball courts, vendors, face painting, multiple stages and even a bouncy house — the festival made sure to bask in its pride.

Overall, everyone was very accepting. Once the performers went onstage their was a common ground shared between the younger and older generation.

Not only were their crowds of kids doing the Stanky Leg, but there was all smiles and a fascination towards the new age sound. Many of the artists recieved new fans but their main focus was giving their all in the name of hip-hop. The genre has taken them to new heights and for that matter they encourage others to follow their dreams. In a word, there was no other place that I wanted to be! The Brooklyn Unity Fest had great vibes. No wonder Brooklyn is the Most Thorough Borough! Their community is willing to give a lending hand if needed be.

Although I wasn't able to interview all of the performers, here are some brilliant creatives that I had an opportunity to speak with:

1. MARLEE HENDRIX: Known for being authentically dope, Mr. 70's cared to elaborate not only through his super fly assemble of jet-black boots (with flowers on the heel) fedora and lime green pants — but also through his genre-defying style of soul and hip-hop. At most, Marlee's palette for music brings his sound to life but what drives it even further are the artist that he's moved by. As said by Hendrix, the Temptations (and even Eminem) inspire him because of the different things they bring to the table. "Music is in my bones." Hendrix says.

INSTAGRAM: @marleehendrix

MUSIC LINK: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCg05CAoXgpKWMbv9bDSRIJQ?itct=CBoQ6p4EIhMI86S32v7g4gIVbYacCh0JNQ0h&csn=dGP_XPKQEoPR8wSt94XwAw&wlfg=true

2. SOULJIASPAIDE and EVELINASOWAVY: Two who share a bloodline, Souljiaspaide and Evelinasowavy do it to perfection. Even when they've been through the wringer, they're above it all and venture into money missions. Starting off her music journey when her mom bought a computer, Souljiaspaide began to record her own songs. Then as time passed, Evelinasowavy came in and did a solid 16 which left Souljiaspaide in awe. "I didn't even know she could rap." Likewise they share a love for hip-hop. For them it's everything and it all comes down to Tupac because he's an artist who educates. With this in mind, they want upcoming artist to stay positive. "Don't get annoyed," Evelinasowavy says. "It can happen. Don't let anything get in your way." Souljiaspaide adds.

INSTAGRAM(S): @souljiaspaidedwa + @evelinasowavy

MUSIC LINK:

A) SOULJIASPAIDE: https://soundcloud.com/souljaspaide

B) EVELINA: https://soundcloud.com/evelinamusic

3. D.CHAMBERZ and D.MCCRO: D.Chamberz and D.MCCRO wear a lot of hats in the music industry. While D.Chamberz brings the ruthless bars, D.MCCRO makes the soundscape so D.Chamberz can freely express himself. On a whole, D.Chamberz gained something from hip-hop and it helped him control his emotions. He puts his pen to the pad and works with a music group whereas D.MCCRO works in the hottest studios in New York. He is an engineer and producer. Motivated by money, both keep a green thumb. They’ve got their Benjamin’s aligned,

INSTAGRAM(S): @dchamberzciw + @iamdmccro_ondatrack

MUSIC LINK:

A) D.CHAMBERZ: https://linktr.ee/dchamberzciw

4. DATWINPRINCE: Swagful with the drip on his neck and wrist — DATWINPRINCE rode his own wave at the festival. As he gave the crowd a boost of energy when he performed "Drip 3X" DATWINPRINCE gleamed from ear-to-ear because it really just comes easy. Off the rip, DATWINPRINCE identifies as a professional Milly Rocker, dedicated singer and rapper. Still, the grind never stops. Every year he pushes even harder because it's all just preparation and practice. Good music goes a long way, "It made me realize I had a way to express the things I felt, but was always scared to say." DATWINPRINCE says. In the same way he is the voice for those who feel the same. The dope vibes never end. *Make sure to check out his latest single, "DRIP3X", it's on all streaming platforms.*

INSTAGRAM: @datwinprince

MUSIC LINK: https://ampl.ink/dbPxp

5. JX and BIG DAWG K: Real recognizes real & when I spoke to them I just knew they were it. Even though the two exinguish the blaze in their 16's alone, they create a mine field when facing their competitors. As an outsider, I could sense the energy they both share and I've got to say it's very inspiring. At just 9 years old JX was writing and so the pen manifested them into rhymes. Even at a young the first song he sung was"Hip-Hop Hurray." But JX hopes that his music inspires and encourages others to be themselves. In the same way Big Dawg K wants his music to say that dreams are achievable. "If you put your mind to it, you can achieve anything." Middle school was where his music journey started and for the MC, when he's onstage it's another day in the office. On the other hand, JX says to himself "let's go kill it". However they both just aim to have fun. Expect a mixtape from JX on DatPiff in July. For now check out Big Dawg K's album, Soul Food (on all streaming platforms) and JX's video "730 Freestyle" on Worldstar.

INSTAGRAM(S):

@therealjx + @bigdawgk_fnf

MUSIC LINKS:

A) JX: https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=kTWP_mVkESg

B) BIG DAWG K: https://snd.click/SSNCTWI

6. ZOE E ROSEGOLD: A 9-to-5 chick with a ride-or-die soul, Zoe stands for all the women in her sound. As she test all of the genre-elements, Zoe makes sure that her music is for self-enjoyment. Before she gets onstage, the star plans to deliver a message. However she really leaves it up to God. Aside from herself, she's really moved by the rap game because it's now given women a turn to dominate! Even though she just started her journey a year ago, music has always had a place in her heart. "I went to school and graduated with my nursing degree but the music just kept caling." she says. while you're on the road listen to her single, "Coke Music". It defines what her sound does to you.

INSTAGRAM: @officialzoeenyc

MUSIC LINK: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/zoeerosegold/zoe-e-rose-gold-ii

7. FEE DOLLAZ: With swag on a mf'ing 1000, Fee Dollaz rap style goes untouched. She's really her best self on and off the stage so it's safe to say that she's going places. Although she's from D.C, the rap star felt right at home when entering the Greater New York. Hip-hop has always been a passion of hers and when she says she is tired of a 9-to-5, many "100" emojis go up in favor. Likewise, hip-hop for Fee is bouncy, fun and real. Expect a 90's twist in her sound along some personable rhymes. Her message to the upcoming artist is to be you and follow your dreams. Make sure to bump "Set it Off" on the road. But the best is yet to come! Stay tuned for her album "World of My Own."

INSTAGRAM: @feedollaz

MUSIC LINK: http://hyperurl.co/pwtl9q

8. LIVELIKEDAVIS: The epitome of the fire emoji, LIVELIKEDAVIS brings the flame in 2019 and for many years to come. An avid fan of his, it was only right to tell him how amazing "Choppa For Advice" was but what I came to learn is that LIVELIKEDAVIS has been getting spins from the DJ off the rip. LIVELIKEDAVIS has been pursuing music since he was 13 years old but it really got far once he blew up on Vine in 2013. LIVELIKEDAVIS says that hip-hop is for self-expression and allows one to put it all on the table. But what inspires him the most is hip-hop's ability to paint a vivid picture of the artist's backstory. His advice for all upcoming artist is to stay constistent and to never listen to anyone but yourself. Take his word for it. LIVELIKEDAVIS plans on releasing a project soon. My question is: Will the fans get to hear a Lil Tjay feature? Maybe so. Go and stream “BEYBLADE” now. It’s available on all platforms

INSTAGRAM: @livelikedavis

MUSIC LINK: https://ffm.to/qm7v17k

9. SANTOS: Santos has a larger than life personality. Not only does he carry the same influential power that music does, but he also has an business man mentality, because he’s about his business, man. Starting off with his own marketing company, Santos was blessed with the opportunity to showcase his talents to BET. In turn, Santos shined through the lights and now is apart of the show, Hustle in Brooklyn. Besides this Santos also has his own record label. When he scouts out for talent, they must have a vision and ambition. Really it just shows that they’re ten toes down for the long haul. Santos list women and his mother as personal inspirations. On the road Santos likes to shuffle between 50 Cent, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie. His word of advice to any upcoming artist is to spend the same amount of money you would on Jordan’s on an LLC. If you can’t invest in yourself how do you expect for others to?

INSTAGRAM: @tosmoney

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Episode 017: An Encounter with XXcott

Joining me today is XXcott, a member of the Untamed Collective, and arguably one of the most niche artists covered here so far. There are tracks certainly worth checking out by the man, but I will say I have to share some light criticism here. I enjoyed what I enjoyed, although there is a level of consistency and set style that left me wanting more. The potential is there and granted some of it is older work, but moving forward it would be nice to see a more consistent style. I'm happy to cover XXcott, and I would like to see more from the guy. As always enjoy the interview below!

RH: Mind sharing a bit about yourself for those reading?

X: I am an introvert who enjoys making music, mostly emo rap, but I'm able to do almost any type of rap there is, I practice a lot.

RH: What made you get into rapping? How long have you been doing it?

X: I've been rapping since I turned 12. I was always picked on and bullied in school so I needed a way to fight back I took about 6 months to really study old school rap like Eazy E, krs one, and Eminem. I practiced a lot and when I returned to school all the kids who wanted to fight me, I challenged them to rap battles and just made them look stupid after a while no one really gave me much shit anymore and I actually became popular.

RH: When did you formally start recording and putting out tracks? Were you ever nervous about making your work public?

X: Around 2013 to 2014 but I didn't really like the sound I was going for then or had. Like I've adapted so much since then I wasn't nervous I knew it would immediately be trashed because it was so different at the time but looking back I'm not even sure what I was going for.

RH: How'd you come up with the name XXcott? Have you always run with that name?

X: Too many rappers have the word "lil" in their name. I wanted something different, and I saw that there weren't too many people with the letter x in there name so I took my middle name (scott) and replaced the "s" with an "x" but Becuase of the two "t's" it looked weird so I added an extra "x". No to your second question by the way, I have had so many names since I started. I think I have lost count of all the names I've had but I think something like 8 or 9. The dumbest name I have had is dodge block.

RH: What are your goals for this year?

X: My goals for this year get Untamed bigger as well as myself. Do some features with some people that are bigger than me but in my same niche. I really like what some other artists are doing, it's very inspiring to people like me.

RH: Who would you like to see yourself work with?

X: A lot of people have told me that Yung Van and I would destroy a track and I'm totally up to it. I've actually mentioned us working on a track together, he seemed interested but I never really got a yes or no, but I hope me and him could work together by the end of the year. thebreathingbackwards, me and that guy would kill it as well.

RH: Before we close, I wanted to ask what you hope to see from your music. What's your endgame look like?

X: I want to inspire people like how I was inspired by Peep. That's the ultimate goal and I would love this to pay my bills that's the dream.

RH: Got any final words or shoutouts to share?

X: Yeah man. To anybody reading this, always believe in yourself and be yourself, also shout out to every member of untamed. They are really dope people who've been with me before anybody else was. Also thank you for the interview it meant the world to me bro.

RH: Pleasure's been mine man, thank you for your time.

Links

XXcott

Twitter

Soundcloud

Untamed Collective

Phantom - Twitter/TrakTrain/Soundcloud

BrendanTomasko - Twitter/Soundcloud

LowTow - Twitter

XansFace - Twitter/Soundcloud

STRNM - Twitter/Traktrain/Soundcloud

Audelio - Twitter

DaPimpMane - Twitter/Soundcloud

Unvalid - Twitter/Soundcloud

TobyVisualise - Twitter

Yung Van

Twitter

Soundcloud

TheBreathingBackwards

Twitter

Soundcloud

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