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Bubblegum Bait

Aaron Hotchner x undercoveragent!reader

Summary: Interpol, France HQ, asks the BAU team for assistance to retrieve their missing agent from a sex trafficking case that coincidentally landed on the BAU's radar. Turns out, as Hotch took the initiative to go undercover, you were already planning your escape.

Warning: use of Y/N and L/N (not a lot), curse words, violence, sexual advances and innuendos (and more, tell me if you spot them)

A/N: this is my first Aaron Hotchner post, have mercy lol.

Derek whistled, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "Old money, hot daddy."

Emily bursted out laughing, throwing her head back against her seat. David gave his best—he really didn't—to fight the chuckle threatening to rattle out of him, settling for a tight-lipped smirk.

"I was going to say that!" Penelope argued, turning to Hotch with a huge grin on her face. "Them ladies are 'bout to get an extremely Hotch meal."

Aaron depressingly placed a hand over his forehead, weighing all his options, regretting all his decisions. His ears glowed bright pink.

It wasn't like he had never worn a suit before, but this suit wasn't particularly the same as the ones he wore everyday. This one smelled strong and sexual, radiating opulence and grandeur.

His hair was out of control, as if he was a rabid man. The cologne that laced on the sides of his neck were reminiscent of asshole and arrogance. It would've been fine if he was still in college, but he was four decades in his life time for pete's sake.

He felt a hand squeeze his shoulder, turning to find the culprit of his demise. "You don't have to do this, Agent Hotchner." The woman with salt and pepper hair gave him an apologetic look.

"We're still working on identifying the victim. It's like she never lived here." Penelope stated as she pressed a button on the remote control.

"That's because she didn't." They all turned to find a woman in her sixties, accompanied by a lot younger man. She stepped inside the conference room, "Jeanne Renaud, chief of the Lyon Interpol Headquarters."

Aaron stood up, reaching a hand out. "Aaron Hotchner." He gave her a curt nod. "I didn't get any notice about your arrival. We're unfornately about to work on a case."

A tight-lipped smile ran along her lips, motioning for the man behind her. The man began to distribute folders around the table. "The victim is Liliane Zairsev. She's from Paris and a suspected victim of sex trafficking. A month ago, we found out that this organization is moving here in America. One of us was tasked to work undercover. We haven't heard from agent in a week. Three days later, we hear news about dead women who had the same victimology as the ones in the file, Liam handed out." She breathed deeply, crossing her arms close to her chest.

"Thirty-two victims?" David raised an eyebrows. If three was a horrifying sign in their line of job, he couldn't imagine the terror of the number he just mentioned.

"We need our agent back, Agent Hotchner. We need your help." Jeanne pleaded, worry flickering in her eyes.

Aaron's eyebrows softened, "Hotch is fine." He said kindly, despite the sternness of his voice. He cleared his throat, turning to his team. "I go inside, find her, and then get us out when I give the order." He recapped, laying out the plan in brief detail.

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"The night starts with auctions. There are two types of categories, dine in or take out. We're not sure which one she's in. We don't even know if she really is there. No matter what, once you find her, fight for her worth." Liam explained, checking the wires that hung like vines around Aaron's body.

Aaron kept silent, running every possible outcomes in his head. He wasn't knew to auction events, but how would he show eagerness rather than desperation? How was he going to save you without everyone figuring out that he was a federal agent and possibly risk both of your lives?

Liam straightened himself, signaling Aaron that he was done. "Dine in or take out, as long as you choose an exclusive package deal, they will grant you a private room. That's where they would possibly prepare her for—" He paused, clenching his jaw. As your close friend, he wasn't comfortable talking about you in such disrepectful ways. But Liam knew how vital every single information he gave Aaron. "—your pleasure... She will likely be sedated, but she fights like a lion. Just calm her down and get her out of that hell hole."

It didn't take a whole team of profilers to know that Jeanne and Liam didn't merely take this mission as part of their job. It was personal. It was family. You were their family, and they wanted you back.

"I'll get her back." Aaron promised, earning a nod from the younger man. He plugged the earbud that Liam handed him.

Everyone waited for Aaron in front of the building. Some of them, Penelope and Derek, have yet to fade their teasing smiles.

But JJ was the one who had an encouraging smile, "You look good. Take her back home to her family." She fixed his tie, tapping his chest with a load of silent 'good luck.'

David threw a set of keys in his direction, "Don't hurt her. She's the only wife that stayed for more than ten years."

Aaron let out a small chuckle, eyeing a 1984 black Cadillac Eldorado biarritz convertible. "I'll bring her back by midnight." He got on the driver's seat, feeling the texture of the wheel. If only David had the kindness to whip his vintage cars out every case, Aaron would've loosen up the lines on his forehead.

"Always remember, we're inside your head." Emily pointed at her ear, creepily grinning at him

"We'll be following you too, of course. We're going to surround the place, so don't hesitate to call us in." Derek added, chuckling at Emily's words.

Aaron nodded, taking a deep breath. He started the engine and made his way to you.

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"Struggling will only make it hurt more." The man with sculpted arms growled, glowering at your smaller body compared to him.

Cuffs bit the skin around your wrists and ankles. Cold hovered all over your exposed skin. With the little amount of coverage on your body, naked was the closest you could describe yourself.

The man held you by the neck, treating you like an animal for exhibition. He was getting off your winces, how a small whimper would shiver out of your lips when he dragged you too fast. He thought he could do them to you because you were sedated.

If he only knew how much you wanted to smash his face on the wall. But you had to keep an act.

Besides that was all he could do. Watch. Because you were for other people to ogle at. For disgusting, coward men who couldn't make their wives cum, much less you even if you tried.

You were a new addition to their attraction. Tonight was your first night. And you planned for it to be the last.

A woman, who was trying her best to avoid eye contact with you, walked the opposite way of where you were headed. She carried a tray, where a small letter knife sat seductively.

Half of her face was lined by a scar, dragging diagonally across her left temple down to her right cheek. Although the scar was visible, you couldn't help but notice how beautiful her eyes were. They were of bright grey-blue.

Without missing your chance, you purposely bumped on her, falling on your feet. "Sorry," You weakly smirked, swiping the knife in a blink of an eye.

"You fucking bitch! Look where you're going, you ugly shit!" The man shouted at the woman, kicking the tray in the middle of her picking it up.

You drilled in your head how many times you would apologize to her when you managed to escape the place and watch it crumble down during your arrest.

"It was my fault," You defended timidly. Despite the mental promise and keeping an act of being sedated, you couldn't just stand there and let her take all the blame.

The man glared at you and swung his arm. You prepared for the harsh impact, but another guy called out his name.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Are you fucking stupid?!" The other man yelled, he had blonde hair and awful beard.

You took that chance to slip the knife on your back, strapped under your bra's band, hiding it beneath the cascade of your hair. You bit your bottom lip, your movement causing a slight sting to shoot down your spine. At least you were certain that the knife was sharp.

The blonde man yanked you to his side protectively, as if what he was about to do was going to be a god-like behavior. "She's a new attraction. No one would pay if she's damaged. A bruise would lose us thousands of dollars, you stupid fuck." He lectured the other, nudging you to move.

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Aaron immediately felt dirty just by standing amongst the men that impatiently waited for some tits to jiggle or ass to bounce across the one-way mirror.

Each of them either holding wads of cash or a glass of their chosen drinks. Most of them were wealthy nobodies, but Aaron recognized a few politicians from distant cities.

He lifted the glass of old-fashioned close to his lips. Aaron has been catering the drink for a good two hours now, sipping little drops to keep himself sober and alert.

So far he hasn't seen you. There just might be hope that you were simply in hiding, but safe regardless. He has seen fifteen women being shown off like antiques, the men screaming for their high prices. If he could only buy all of them to safety, he would. But Aaron was there for you and you only.

"Gentlemen! Here's our special and last beauty of the night! She's new! Fresh! And untouched! She is available for dine in to the highest bidder!"

Aaron's grip on his glass tightened.

Jeanne slid a picture of you towards Aaron. "Her name's Y/N L/N. She's a brave one." Her breath hitched, fighting the urge to cry in front of profilers.

Your hair was tied up away from your face, revealing all your beautiful facial features. You were no doubt a gorgeous woman.

But besides your attractive face, Aaron's eyes were drawn to the gold necklace that sat on your chest. It was a gladiolus flower. A hidden smile spread over his lips.

It symbolizes strength and power. He immediately knew you were someone who always put up a fight.

Your hair almost hid the beauty of your face, but Aaron recognized the necklace around your neck even from afar. It was you.

"$20,000!"

"$50,000!"

"50! Anyone want to top that? What? I heard $80,000!"

"100,000 dollars!"

Aaron stared at your dagger glaring eyes. He let a smirk twitched his lips.

You knew.

You knew where you were. You knew men were fighting for you. You knew. Which meant, you weren't sedated at all.

"Smart girl," He mumbled to himself before announcing, "Five billion."

The crowd went quiet. And if Aaron was being honest, he would've paid more, because you were worth more.

Sadly, the bureau had a budget. He had to limit himself at 500 thousand and could move to 1 million if needed, but he'd explain his actions in the privacy of his office later on.

In that moment, he only needed to rescue you.

The announcer grinned maniacally, hitting the gavel against the sounding block. "One night dine in with this beauty, sold!"

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You weren't sure what type of man was unlucky enough to buy your time tonight. You bet he wouldn't expect a violent woman like you.

Contrary to your display earlier, you were now clothed with more fabric. Satin to be specific.

They made you change onto a black lace set. The bra pushed up every tits you could offer. A cheeky underwear that made your ass rounder. A garter around your waist that hooked on your black stockings that hugged your thighs deliciously.

You moved the letter knife on your right thigh. An easy access under the short black satin nightgown. You were prepared for battle.

The door swung open, came in the blonde man that seemed to keep his eyes on you. "Sit on the chair." He demanded.

You internally protested, but obliged. He placed back your handcuffs, but kept your ankles free. In his mind, there was no other way for you to escape but the door.

"This guy paid a lot for your time. Don't mess up. Or I'm going to make you regret it." He threatened before leaving the room.

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The payment process was crucial. Money was an immediate factor, Aaron mentally apologized to David for using his card, and for memorizing his bank account's information.

They led him down a hall filled with private rooms. Pornographic noise's echoed as they passed each door. Most from men. And if a voice of a woman managed to vibrate across the walls, they were of plea to be let go.

Aaron swore his ears were bleeding with disgust.

"This will be your room, Sir. Enjoy." The man excitedly said. He leaned a little, placing a hand on the side of his mouth to hide the words he was about to say, "I say you get the best out of this one. Everyone's dying to get a taste."

He managed to hold his fists back, urging a smug smirk to roll over his lips. "Then, I suggest you don't disturb us." Aaron stated before watching the man nod and walk away.

Aaron held the knob with hesitation. He wasn't sure of what he was going to be met with. He took a deep breath and twisted the knob, pushing the door open.

There you were, sat on a chair, patiently waiting for him.

The image was to be treasured, but Aaron had to remind himself that he wasn't the men that frequented that place.

A spark flickered in your eyes. Your lips slowly curved onto a smirk. "Hey, old man." You started in a teasing tone. "You can't just stand there and keep the door open."

Aaron's eyebrows knitted, but closed the door nonetheless after checking that the coast was clear from listening ears. "I'm Aaron Hotchner—" You cut him off.

"Strip." You casually ordered, taking him by surprise. "What are you? A cop? Fed? It's fine. It doesn't matter. Now, Aaron, strip. They're watching." Your head motioned towards the direction of the camera in the corner of the ceiling.

He took off his jacket, then began to undo his tie. "Fed. How did you know? We were thorough on my disguise." Aaron couldn't believe how amused he was. Thank god his microphone was off after Penelope begged him to turn it off due to the moans and asked to turn it back on when he found you.

You rolled your eyes, "A fine looking man like you doesn't look the type to wear a wrinkly shirt. You're obviously wired." Your voice echoed a matter-of-fact tone. "You took your first step with your left foot when you got inside the room, but it's clear to me that your dominant is your right. You have a gun on your foot. Which I think is pretty impractical. Come closer, you're here to fuck me, remember?" Your brows were raised, impatient for him to move.

Aaron would be lying if he said you words weren't affecting him. "You have a good eye." He stood before you, glowering down your face.

"Or you're just a bad undercover." You smirked, "What are you waiting for? Kiss me."

A silent huff escaped your lips when he froze. You stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. "You're very quick to have cold feet, Agent Hotchner." The way his name rolled off your tongue was distracting.

"Hold my waist—" You swiftly grabbed his hands and placed them on your sides. "—once you have a character to play, you embody it. Because it'll get us both killed if you don't." You kissed little of his exposed chest and looked up at him with a hairpin stuck between your lips. "Now, kiss me." You repeated in a muffled sound.

Aaron finally caught up with your plans. He leaned down and owned your lips, kissing the pin from you. With one hand, he took the pin and reattached your lips together as he began to unlock your cuffs.

You pulled him closer, tugging his belt loops. You led the two of you on the corner of the room, under the vision of the camera. And just as your back made contact with the wall, you felt your hands free.

You pulled away with a gasp of relief, "Thank god, I thought I had to fuck your brains out before you could even understand." You heaved, rotating your wrist to let the blood circulate once again.

Aaron looked away, "Sorry. I was a bit taken aback." He couldn't help but notice your closeness.

"Mhm, must be that old-fashioned you've been sipping like coffee."

His gaze shifted back to you. The taste might've been lingering on his lips, but the action he took? How did you know he was taking his time with his drink? Aaron would think that you're a profiler if he didn't know any better.

"You owe me a bubblegum," You exclaimed, pulling him back from his trance. "I prefer a proper old fashioned. Whoever made your drink was pitiful."

Aaron raised a brow, "I'll pay you a box of bubblegum just for that statement." His eyes were drawn to your purple wrists. "Did they hurt you?" He asked, fanning his breath on your skin.

"They wouldn't even if they wanted to. My beauty has never failed to save my ass." You chuckled, getting a whiff of his scent. Your nose crinkled, "Who made you wear that nasty cologne?"

He chuckled at your expression, "Jeanne."

Your face softened, nodding. "Makes sense. She has bad taste in men."

Aaron was having too much fun, when a voice echoed in his head.

"Hotch, are you there? If you don't answer, we're going to barge in."

He pressed the microphone, "We're fine."

"We?" Derek questioned from the other line.

"I'm with Y/N. We're about to make our way out." Aaron conversed, still flushed against you, caging you in his build.

"Y/N? Earlier she was just a her and now you're on first name basis?" Emily teased, which Aaron rolled his eyes on.

Your brows knitted, confused by his expressions. While he busied himself chatting with whoever was speaking in his ear, you began climbing on him like he was a ladder.

You fished your knife and cut the wire of the camera. Aaron's height was a huge help for you to reach such a high place.

He helped you get down, gently holding your waist to guide you. "Don't tell me you were already planning to escape?" Aaron was filled with amusement.

"I was going to kill you if you weren't a fed." You shrugged, walking out of his body cage. You picked up his jacket, "Mind if I borrow this?"

"It doesn't suit me anyways," Aaron kidded, earning a soft smile from your still plumped lips.

"Oh, really?" Derek taunted in his ear.

You glanced back at Aaron, "Tell your friends we're on our way out. They should meet us halfway. The guys outside are not skilled in combat, but they have guns. We'd be dead before they can even shout 'hallelujah' if they don't move now." You slipped your arms inside the sleeves of the jacket.

The jacket could almost swallow your whole body. You rolled the sleeves up a little. Aaron couldn't take his eyes off you. He loved the way his clothes looked way better on you.

"Did you get that?" Aaron spoke to his ear, nodding when he got a confirmation. He glanced at you with a stern look, and you two would never admit the small tug on his lips. "Let's get you out of here."

You scoffed, "Your help is just a bonus. I'm saving myself out of this hell hole."

With silent agreement, you opened the door, immediately greeted by two men who were about to check on your state.

"Hey—" You didn't give one of them the chance to finish shouting when you kicked his adam's apple straight into the center of his throat.

Aaron's eyes widened. Did the France Interpol really need the BAU's help? You definitely didn't look like you did.

You took the two men all by yourself, stepping on someone's back as you placed a hand on your hip. You stared at Aaron with disbelief. "You just gonna stand there?"

Before he could even respond, Aaron saw a man about to attack you from behind. He pulled you by the waist with one hand and punched the man with the other.

"You okay?" Aaron twisted his neck to your direction, hand still on your waist.

A wide grin swiped over your lips, adrenaline pumping through your veins. And your body moved like it was dancing on an upbeat music.

The two of you fought your way out of that hallway alone. It made every second of waiting to escape worth it.

By the time the team met you, you and Aaron have beaten up about half of the men in the place, minus those who were merely guests.

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Jeanne attacked you with a tight embrace, cutting your air supply. "I'm so glad you're safe! Oh, mon dieu!"

Next came Liam, punching your arm. He offered a welcoming smile. "I told you to always keep your tracker with you." He scolded lightly.

"I did!" You reasoned, a playful smile over your face. "I swallowed it, but I didn't expect to shit it out and flush it down the toilet." If you were lying it would've been way easier, but you weren't.

The BAU team introduced themselves one by one. You flashed them the same sweet smile you had on your picture.

"Behavioral analysis unit..." You nodded in thought. "Sounds legit." You added with a smile.

Their eyes couldn't help but notice how Aaron's jacket still sat around your shoulders. They weren't so slick as they thought, "It's collateral." You lifted your shoulders.

They looked at you with narrowed eyes. A chuckle coming out of your lips, you motioned your head in Aaron's direction where he was talking to Jeanne and a short-haired, dirty blonde woman.

"He owes me," You announced playfully.

Spencer was the first to furrow his brows closer than it already was. Why would their boss owe you? Aaron literally saved your ass.

"I can hear you judging me, Dr. Reid." You said without moving your gaze onto his. "Is that a side effect for being a genius?"

Emily's mouth flung open, "How'd you know he's a genius? He looks like one, right? Right?" She was friendlier than you had concluded.

You smiled, glancing at Spencer. "I've been an undercover for sixteen years. Reading someone became my second nature. I suspect it's the same for all of you, since you can't stop knitting your brows as if you're reading a difficult textbook."

"Sixteen? How old are you?" Derek had a great estimation of your age, everyone did.

"She's thirty-three. So old right?" Liam wrapped an arm around you, grinning.

"You started when you were seventeen?" Spencer curiously asked. An underlying question in his mind. How?

You pursed your lips, a small pop echoing between all of you. "You know those movies where the main character was raised to be an assassin?" They nodded simultaneously, like children eager for their mother's story. "My life was kind of like that. And when I was rescued, I didn't know how to do anything else." You explained carefully.

The others joined you, making short eye contact with Aaron. Jeanne stood next to you. "And we're sad that she's retiring." She announced lightly.

JJ looked at you in awe, you were only a few years older than her. It was inspiring to hear your story. "What are you gonna do after you retire?"

"Find a job that's less undercover work, but still occupies most of my days. Old habits die hard." In short, you didn't have a plan. All you knew was that after the case, you didn't want to work as undercover anymore.

"Come work with us!" Penelope blurted, earning everyone's attention. She glanced at Aaron, "We have an opening. Right, Hotch?" A sly smile decorated her cheery face.

Aaron raised his eyebrows, then met your gaze. He does still owe you a box of bubblegum, if he remembers clearly. And seeing your gorgeous face and watching you take down unsub more often didn't sound like such a horrible idea.

He bit the threatening smirk on his lips. "Yeah, I think we do."

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«Rampike», Vol. 17, No. 2, Special Issue: 'Consumer Demand', Edited by Karl Jirgens, Windsor, 2008 [UWindsor Institutional Repository, University of Windsor, Windsor. room 3o2 books, Ottawa]

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Did You Always Want To Be A Detective? #SnipSun

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For the Love of Winter

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chloe bailey. she/her. female. ›spotted at the met steps , gemma james , most likely listening to alien superstar by beyoncé with their airpods pro . the twenty five year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -melodramatic yet +intelligent to anyone who knows them . you’ll easily spot them when you hear about voice notes filled with countless lyric and song ideas, a fresh acrylic set with a signature brown liner and clear gloss lip combo, an obsession with skin care and scented candles, and the pressure of living up to her parents music industry legacy while proving she can hold her own , followed by born in roma coral fantasy by valentino . latest nepoupdates article talks about the questionable timeline of her dating history , but i guess any reputation is good reputation

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muse o and gemma james go way back. in their world of money and drama, they were a rare gem - always staying away from all of it. frankly, they were your best friends next door. so it only made sense for them to eventually go from best friends to a couple and when they did, the headlines didn’t stop. they were everyone’s favourite. up until summer came along and they had to spend their vacation separately but nothing seemed to get in their way. they were constantly texting each other, facetiming for the whole night. it was perfect. at least up until paige yoon came into the picture. paige was newest musical discovery under gemma’s parents recording label and the label was motivated to get paige out there. with gemma being the gp’s favourite, the answer was right there - paige and gemma had to get into the headlines with their fake relationship. and gemma didn’t have a lot of say, they couldn’t even tell muse o anything. they just stopped replying to muse o’s texts and suddenly, tmz and nepoupdates started blowing up with pictures of gemma and paige holding hands. it started the biggest internet drama, with gemma not being able to talk to muse o to not risk getting caught and paige and gemma getting plenty of interview invites, but the fuel was added to the fire when paige, being motivated to get themselves out there and take all they could from the drama, started shading muse o in the interviews, tweets, etc.

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full name : gemma whitney james

nickname(s) : gem

age : 25

pronouns : she/her

date of birth : july 1, 1998

place of birth : atlanta, georgia

current residence : upper east side, manhattan, nyc

education: business degree from columbia

occupation : musician (singer, songwriter, producer) & actress

sexuality: bisexual

zodiac sign : cancer

character parallels: mercedes jones (glee), alice cullen (twilight), miriam maisel (marvelous mrs. maisel), allison hargreaves (umbrella academy), jasmine (aladdin), andre & hakeem lyon (empire)

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gemma whitney james was born on a hot summer day in atlanta, georgia to music industry icons, derek and kimberly james, long before they were widely known names. the first ten years of her life were spent in atlanta. those years consisted of a decently normal childhood all while her parents were building what would become their legacy and family business - now known as kingdom records - from the bottom.

she easily picked up the shared interest and love of music that her parents had. growing up, it was never a day without music playing in the house. whether it was that of musical greats or witnessing her parents create their own in their home studio. she was fascinated by the whole process. something that would later turn into her father helping teach her about producing. gemma had a natural talent for singing but one thing her parents taught her was to not rely on pure talent alone, she also put in the work and dedication towards improve her skills. not only with her voice, but songwriting, and instruments as well. she started with piano, then guitar, and even a drum machine.

gemma's not someone who likes to stay stagnant when it comes to her career. she enjoys a challenge and learning new things, experimenting with a different sound. she's very hands on in every aspect of her music. and if she’s labelled as a bitch for ensuring anything with her name attached to be a certain standard and quality, then so be it. at least you can’t call her mediocre. while she has the drive and passion, she also feels the pressure of living up to her parents legacy. most of that pressure is internal that she puts on herself. she is determined to carve out a path for herself. she's not naive to the fact that she has had a big advantage but also wants to succeed without solely relying on her last name and family connections.

to know gemma personally is to know she is kind but to not take that for weakness. she will match the energy she's given. a blend of sugar and spice... whichever side you get, depends on you. she can and will flip the switch to bitch mode when necessary. she's usually found with a smile, and hates crying in front of people. only letting that guard down around those she is close to. family is everything, she's always there when they need her. her family is one thing she doesn't play about. although at times her loyalty to them can be to a fault - it's something she's trying to be better. learning to not feel bad about putting herself first sometimes.

the twenty-five year old is as smart as she is pretty, having graduated from columbia with a degree in business. she took a mix of online and on campus classes. it was a lot to juggle simultaneously with the rise of her career but she did it. and she's damn proud of herself. she wanted to understand the business side of the industry as well, so nobody could fuck her over with a bad contract or try to take advantage similar to what has happened to so many other artists before.

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Hello I’m Arthur (he/him), but I’ve been called Wyrm so much that it’s basically my nickname so that’s cool too.

My commissions are open via Venmo

I mostly draw my ocs and the object of whatever my current hyperfixation is and occasionally just things I have a normal amount of interest in.

Currently the fandoms I interact with and occasionally draw things for are (the bolded ones are hyperfixations)

Ace Attorney

Ninjago

Hermitcraft

The Life Series

Trigun Stampede

If you’d like to request I draw something or just want to give me ideas or say something random don’t hesitate to hit up my ask box!

OC STUFF

my oc tag is #my oc stuff

My oc’s and their stories are (this isn’t even all of them just the ones I draw more often)

Liar Street

Reign

Nikolai

Valentine

Riley

Daniel

Annie

Abscond

Terra

Matt

Lyon

Sinoco

Rowan

Robot/android story

Charlie

Benedict

lilie

stage performer story

Clement

Jynx

Gay urban fantasy story

Luca

Dahlia

Eve

Derek

Clow

Misty

Bethany

God run city story

Sarah

Alondra

Nick

Leo

London

Cracks

Ritz

gamby

ww2 secret husband podcast

Percival

thomas

hunted

Claus

Devin

Molly

superheros?

Neil

Calibri

Sealia

Fenrick

Baxter

Nicole

Ace attorney ocs

Percy Irvin (perceiving)(private investigator)

Obasea Irvin (observing)

Sea Irvin (serving)

Una Irvin (unnerving)

and many many more

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On videotape, Derek Lyons, former White House staff secretary who was present at the meeting, was asked if he remembered the president saying something along these lines: “They [meaning Cipollone] weren’t offering him any solutions, but Sidney Powell and others were, so why not try what Ms. Powell and others were proposing?”

“I do,” Lyons testified.

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Formed back in 2020, Austin-based shoegazers DAIISTAR (pronounced Day-Star) — Alex Capistran (vocals, guitar), Nick Cornetti (drums), Misti Hamrick (bass) and Derek Strahan (keys) — have established a narcotic blend of noise and melody that draws from the neo-psychedelic era of the 80s and 90s, but modernizes it with modulating synths, heavy guitars, bouncing bass lines and spiraling hooks. The Austin shoegeazer outfit’s Alex Maas-produced full-length debut, last year’s GoodTime featured the fuzzy The Jesus and Mary Chain-meets- Crocodiles-like “Parallel” and revealed a band that paid a remarkable amount of attention to craft with a penchant for catchy hooks. The band supported the album touring across North America with The Black Angels, The Brian Jonestown Massacre and The Dandy Warhols, and included festival circuit stops at Levitation, Desert Daze, SXSW, Freak Out, Treefort, as well as a KEXP session. The Austin shoegazers are currently on a European tour. Those tour dates are below. But they’ll be releasing the “Clear”/”Velvet Reality (Sonic Boom ” Remix 7 inch through Fuzz Club. Slated for a May 10, 2024 release, the 7 inch will feature “Clear,” a previously unreleased song recored during the GoodTime sessions. “Clear” is a reverb-drenched bliss bomb featuring shimmering synths, Capistran’s dreamily delivered falsetto paired with a slow-burning groove. The song, to me at least, brings road trips on glorious, sunny afternoons — full of hope, possibility, life-altering adventures and laughs. DAIISTAR’s Alex Capistran (guitar/vocals) explained that “the idea behind ‘Clear’ was to write the perfect song for a perfect day. A song that comes to mind on a warm and sunny afternoon; inspiring thoughts of attainable bliss and encouraging you to dream up something nice for your future self.” Album track “Velvet Reality,” closes out GoodTime with a dreamy, washed-out haze. Spacemen 3 co-founder Pete Kember, a.k.a. Sonic Boom gives “Velvet Reality” the remix treatment, further deconstructing the song by making it even more ethereal and hazier than its original while also giving the oscillating and fluttering synths more of an emphasis. The result is an ethereal and narcoleptic bit of shoegaze seemingly informed by doo wop. TOUR DATES 4/19 ES BARCELONA – BARCELONA PSYCH FEST 4/20 ES ZARAGOZA – LATA DE BOMBILLAS 4/21 ES SAN SEBASTIAN – DABADABA 4/23 CH BERN – CAFE KAIRO 4/24 IT BOLOGNA – COVO CLUB 4/25 IT ROMA – GLITCH 4/26 IT FIRENZE – THE CAVE 4/27 IT LENO – PRIMO MAGGIO ROCK! 4/30 DE BERLIN – LOOPHOLE 5/1 DE VIECHTACH – ALTES SPITAL 5/2 DE STUTTGART – DIE WAGENHALLEN 5/3 DE FRANKFURT – THE UP CLUB 5/4 NL EINDHOVEN – FUZZ CLUB FEST 5/5 DE GIESSEN – PITS PINTE 5/6 NL AMSTERDAM – OCCII 5/7 NL WAGENINGEN – LOBURG LIVE 5/8 NL THE HAGUE – MUSICON 5/9 FR ROUEN – LE 3 PIECES 5/10 UK LONDON – STRONGROOM 5/11 UK HULL – ALOFT AT THE HAWORTH 5/12 UK GLASGOW – THE OLD HAIRDRESSERS 5/14 UK SOUTHAMPTON – HEARTBREAKER 5/15 UK BRISTOL – CROFTERS RIGHTS 5/16 UK FOLKESTONE – THE CHAMBERS 5/17 FR PARIS LE TRUSKEL – CLUB 5/18 FR LE HAVRE – FOUL WEATHER FESTIVAL 5/21 FR LYON – LE SONIC 5/22 FR BORDEAUX – I-BOAT 5/24 FR PORTSALL – O’DONNEIL IRISH PUB 5/25 FR ANGERS – LEVITATION FESTIVAL

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Saturday 2nd and Sunday 3rd March will see London Comic Con Spring return to the halls of Olympia and joining the growing guest list is Derek Lyons, medal bearer and honour guard from A New Hope. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=793639296128766 Derek joins David Stone, Eileen Roberts, Anton Lesser, Vic Armstrong, Ann Firbank and Anthony Waye, and remember there are always plenty of guests from the world of Star Wars and Lucasfilm at Showmasters event, so stay tuned for more announcements as they arrive. [amazon box="0593723430"]

#DerekLyons #LondonComicConSpring

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conandaily2022 · 6 months

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Did Moncton, Canada's Derek Harley Lyons scam a Pawtucket, Rhode Island man out of $18k?

Derek Harley Lyons, 27, from Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada is 6’1″ tall. He weighs around 210 pounds.

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POTENT POTABLES, SOUTHERN STYLE

NICKI MINAJ'S BOTTOM

BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH'S FIST

CHANNING TATUM'S THUMB

NICOLE SCHERZINGER'S BUTTOCKS

JERRY O'CONNELL'S BUTTOCKS

GARTH BROOKS'S EAR

CHRISTINE TAYLOR'S TOE (HAW)

BRIAN AUSTIN GREEN'S THIGH

VIENNA GIRARDI'S WRIST

DAVID COPPERFIELD'S BREAST

DEREK HOUGH'S BACK

SARAH JESSICA PARKER'S WAIST (OOH)

ZACH GALIFIANAKIS'S FOOT

SALMA HAYEK'S HAND

JAY LYON'S KNEE (GEEZ)

CHORD OVERSTREET'S FIST

JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE'S HAIR (PFF)

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Anthology:

For the Love of Winter

Anthology Genre:

Holiday Romance

Buy Link:

https://books2read.com/b/baqw6y

Publication Date:

December 6, 2023

Ebook Price:

$3.99 (Amazon pre-order)

Book Blurb:

His Christmas Date by Sara J. Walker. In this heartwarming story of seasoned romance, Dino Dudley and Hilde McQuire must navigate family drama and their own emotional baggage to find true love.

Unexpected Angels by C.L. Hart. Sometimes the best things come together when everything is falling apart.

Marry Me by Midnight by Leah Miles. Navy SEAL Kendall Nelson can't manage a successful proposal, and single mom Luisa Sanchez has no time for romance.

Proceeds benefit the First Coast Romance Writers, an independent non-profit organization helping writers hone their craft and expand their knowledge of the publishing industry.

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Macario gazed in wonder at the little globe, which contained a tiny train running from a little railroad station charmingly decorated for Christmas.

“I make these myself every year,” Pika said proudly.

“It’s beautiful,” Macario said, surprised at the lump in his throat and the tears springing to his eyes. “I apologize for my sudden display of emotion. I’m very touched—pleasantly so, mind you—that such kind people can still be found in an increasingly harsh world. Thank you, Pika. I’ll take you up on your offer.”

Giving the friend he’d met less than an hour ago a brotherly embrace, Macario hurried to the little blue hybrid. He was prepared to climb into the back seat with his duffel bag, but Dom held the passenger door open for him.

“My friends ride up front,” the elf-like man said warmly.

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