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drakenology · 3 years

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I Hate Everything About You - Dabi

warnings: ANGST, smut, daddy kink, mentions of rape,violence, AND swearing (cause im a potty mouth)

author’s note: this lil story is inspired by my favorite song I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace. im a lil emo bitch ok? I recommend listening to the song to get a better perspective of how the emotions of the lyrics and the story goes hand in hand. the chorus goes like “I hate everything about you. why do i love you?” and I immediately thought of something angsty and raw to write. hope yall enjoy! this one might be a little long.

summary: You and Dabi have worked together as villians for as long as you can remember but you two don’t get along at all. is this truly hatred or is this repressed feelings coming to surface?

You hated heroism. You viewed it as weak and meaningless. When both of your parents were murdered by an anonymous killer and no one came to their rescue when they could very well have been saved, something dark took over your spirit. You snapped. At the tender age of 17, your parents did not receive justice for the act of violence committed against them. The police told you there “wasn’t enough evidence” and that the killer had most likely killed himself.

There were simply too many holes in the case for it to be solved. Obviously this infuriated you. So much in fact that you planned to blow up the entire police precinct.

And you did.

Now being on the run at only 17 you fell into a life of crime, committing yourself to being a villain who killed police officers off duty earning yourself the villain name “Cop Killer” from the authorities. Not to mention your very dangerous quirk called “Leech”. You were able drain anyone you gazed at of their blood, the gaze having to be completely focused on the person’s eyes. Once concentrated enough it becomes hard for the person to look away from you. To trigger your quirk, you have to say the word “leech” in order to essentially stop the flow of someone’s blood to their heart; their blood being extracted from their veins to yours. The blood only made your quirk stronger as you can now manipulate it and use it in combat. You had enough control to where you could take a little or take it all. The stolen blood was also good for increasing your stamina and speed for a short period, manifesting a weapon with the blood you stole and of course leeching the person of their blood entirely, instantly killing them. The murders you committed granted you the number one spot of Japan’s wanted list. You were also the youngest assasin in Japan at the time so you had to move around a lot. You spent your teenage years living in abandoned buildings and sketchy motels; robbing, stealing and of course murdering for survival.

The day you met the League of Villains was your 23rd birthday. As a treat to yourself, you had cornered one of the dirtiest cops you had ever encountered. He was a known sex trafficker, a thief as well as a disgusting rapist. You had him right where you wanted him; wearing a disguise to hide your true visage in order to avoid being recognized. You had pretended to be a love interest to the cop, sitting in the seedy hotel room he rented to have a little “privacy” with you.

“Oh baby, you don’t know what you do to me. I wanna see that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock. Get on your knees for me.” The police man said, the sleazy bastard unbuckling his belt. You nod, secretly being disgusted by this man. But you had to keep your cool. You got down on your knees and took his hard cock into your hands and pumped, looking him directly in the eyes as you did so.

“Yeah, baby. You’re so hot.” He groaned, keeping his eyes locked on yours almost instinctively as sweat collected on his brow.

“Thanks.. but your time’s up, you sick fuck.” you say, standing up on your feet. You straddle him, watching the cop’s eyes become terrified as he finally realizes who you really are.

“Leech.” You say as you watched your quirk take effect. The reaction was instant as he starts to gasp and grab at his heart, clinging onto his last minutes of life as he died on the hotel bed. You moan as his blood is transferred into yours, creating a dagger out of his blood. You slice his neck, licking whatever was left off of his cold throat. You laugh, searching his dead body to take whatever he had on his person; money, personal possessions and his gun. Just as you’re about to get up and leave you get the feeling that you aren’t alone. You turn and see none other than the villain you had seen all over local news.

Shigaraki.

He chuckles dryly, admiring your work at killing the cop underneath you.

“Well done, little girl.” He said, peering over your shoulder to get a good look at the mess you made of him. You go to ask how the hell he got into the room until you hear the sound of police sirens blaring outside.

“We have the entire hotel surrounded. There are Heros on the way to assist us. Surrender now or face the consequences.” You hear the cops say on a megaphone.

“Shit.” You mumble, quickly grabbing your things; planning your escape in your head.

“Listen, I’ve admired your work since your attack on that police station, Cop Killer.” Shigaraki said. “We could use someone like you in the League of Villains. My friend Kurogiri here can get us both out of here in one piece. But only with your consent of course.”

You think for a moment. You’d rather make a smooth escape than risk being arrested. So you agree.

“We’ll explain everything once we get back to base.” Kurogiri says, morphing himself through the cracks of the door.

Kurogiri takes both you and Shigaraki and consumed you both into his portals, leading you to the secret hide-out of the League of Villains. You look around, your vision a little hazy from being in the dark portal. You see a few other people standing in the lobby. A guy with a weird mask on with two sides on it eagerly introduced himself as Twice. You see a cute girl that looked a little young to be in a place like this.

“Toga Himiko. Nice to meet ya. Hey, you’re way prettier in person. The police drawing of you is really unflattering.” She says, waving at you. You smile meekly as you turn away to see this guy standing at the corner of the bar. He had burn scars all over his face and neck, dark hair and the most mysterious eyes you’ve ever seen. You met his gaze when you noticed him staring at you, sizing you up. You found his stare threatening and kind of alluring. You almost couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare at me for too long, Cop Killer. I know what those eyes can do.” He said sarcastically, not even caring to introduce himself. He felt familiar, like you’ve known him for a long time. You rolled your eyes and walked over to Shigaraki.

“Look, if you think just because you got me out of a tight spot that I’m just gonna beg to work for you, you’re wrong. I work alone.” You said, adjusting the top of your outfit.

“I know. But today that changes. You see, we’ve been watching you, Cop Kill-” He says, interrupted by your loud groan.

“My name is Y/N. Please just call me by my name. My mother didn’t name me Cop Killer.” You demand, folding your arms in protest.

“But that’s what you are, Y/N. Don’t be ashamed.” Shigaraki says, inching closer to you. “Look, the services of the League of Villains aren’t free. We helped you. Now you help us. You understand don’t you, Y/N?”

You sigh, wishing you had just leapt out of a nearby window back at the hotel instead of taking help from this creep.

“Fine.” You say, looking down at your shoes.

“Wonderful.” Shigaraki says, walking away from you. “Oh and one more thing. I hate back talkers.”

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A few months pass and you’re well acquainted with all the villains of the organization. You were all usually partnered up for missions; you always alternating between Toga and Dabi, who had finally told you his “name”. You grew to be pestered by Dabi. You’d much rather be paired up with Toga than Dabi any day since you and Dabi just could not get along, you both arguing like an old married couple at every mission. You couldn’t stand him. His cockiness, his elitist attitude, his aloofness. He hated you because of your attitude, you thinking you knew better than everyone else. He thought you were a spoiled brat who hasn’t done anything remarkable to even earn a spot in the League. To you, he was everything you despised about some men.

One night you were all playing a friendly game of Blackjack; which seemed to be a ritual between the members. Shigaraki didn’t bother playing but Kurogiri always seemed to watch.

“Ugh.. Fold. What do I have to do to get a decent fucking hand, huh?” Twice said, his two voices seeming to contrast in differing personality. You laugh, slamming down a perfect hand worth 21.

“I stand, bitches.” You say, winning yet another round.

“I’m bored.” Dabi says, standing up and leaving the table.

“Oh don’t be like that, Dabi. Come back!” Toga says, throwing her cards down. She sighs and stands up from the table. “Well, I guess that’s it. I’m goin to bed. Nighty night, Y/N. Twice.” Everyone went their separate ways. You walk into your room and change into something more comfortable and walk outside to get some air. To your dismay, Dabi was already standing outside in the same spot you liked to chill and think.

“Yo.” He says, referring to you. You roll your eyes and walk over to him.

“What?” You say, annoyed to the point where you just want to turn around and go back inside.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Cop Killer? Don’t like me?” He asks, inching closer to you to whisper in your ear. You stand still for a moment and lunge at him, grabbing his throat and pushing him against the wall.

“Stop fucking testing me.” You say sternly, looking him deeply in the eyes with the intention to kill.

“Careful, little girl. You might just turn me on.” He says, grabbing your arm and pushing you back. You freeze, stunned at the sudden harsh movement from the tall man in front of you. ”You’re 5′4′’, sweetheart. If I wanted to, I could end you without even using my quirk. You ‘oughta be nicer to me.”

You get angrier by the second, yelling and screaming about how much you hate him all while trying to take jabs at him, throwing punches at his face. Dabi dodges every swing, smirking at your abilities. He was impressed, but he’d never tell you that.

“Huh. Keep it up and you might actually hit me.” He teased, swinging back at you, landing right on your jaw. You stumble and collect yourself, charging towards him once more. You were certain you’d hit him, the blood from someone you’ve killed earlier that day increasing your speed.

“Fuck you.” You hiss, taking another swing at him and connect, landing right on his cheek. He smirks, wiping blood from his mouth. You get cocky and go for another punch only for him to dodge you. He grabbed your arm and twisted it, pinning you against the brick wall in front of him with your back facing him.

“When?” He asked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You hated that he could so easily overpower you, making you despise him even more. He releases you from his grip and stands close to you; you feeling the warmth of his skin radiating from his body.

“Listen. You hate me and quite frankly I can’t stand you either. But you don’t see me attacking you. Try it again and I won’t be so nice next time, little girl.” Dabi said, grabbing your face to daringly look into your poisonous eyes to mock your quirk. You focus, ready to end this asshole. Suddenly his lips crash into yours. At first, you’re disgusted and fucking pissed. But then you feel yourself start involuntarily melting into his kiss. So you kiss him back with no shame, all bitter feelings leaving your mind as the kiss gets more intense. You feel his hands groping and caressing your body, his hands exploring to stop at your neck; wrapping it around. You gasp, feeling yourself get hot.

“The first time I saw you, I thought you were the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. And then you spoke. And I couldn’t stand you. But I couldn’t shake this feeling of wanting to bend you over and punish you for your slick mouth. You need a good hard dicking to keep your mouth shut and I’m the one to give it to you. That’s what you want too, isn’t it?” He asked, starting to kiss your neck harshly. You moan, embarrassed at his words. He was right. You found him attractive as soon as you saw him but his attitude rubbed you the wrong way. But right here and now, you realize that you might have been hiding your true feelings behind a façade of hatred. You wanted him too and you couldn’t stand it.

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” He persists, biting into your neck. You mewl, shocked at how good he was making you feel. You almost couldn’t believe you were in this situation. It was confusing but formalities could come later. You wanted him now.

“Yes, Dabi. I wanted you to fuck me the first time I saw you.” You say quietly, feeling him reach under your shirt and bra to grab at your naked breast. You bit your lip, feeling slick pool between your legs as you fall victim to his touch.

“Get inside and go in my room. I expect you to have nothing on when I get there. Understood?” He demands, pinching your nipple lightly. You gasp, nodding at his request.

“Words. You’ve already made me angry with that stunt you pulled punching me in the face. I wouldn’t try me further.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling it to expose more of your neck. You moan, unable to control yourself suddenly. It’s like he knew exactly what to do to turn you on. Fucking asshole.

“Y-Yes, daddy- I-I mean Dabi.” You flush. Damn. You couldn’t believe you let that slip. He laughs, kissing your lips once more as he lets you go.

“Daddy works just fine.” Dabi says smirking, watching you stumble towards the door to go back inside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You knew you should just go into your own room but, God you wanted to see what he’d do to you for almost punching him. You wondered how rough he’d be, your panties soaking at the thought as you gulp and open his room door. You sat on his bed and took off your clothes, leaving your underwear on to tease him. Suddenly his door opens and it’s him. He looked you up and down, loving what he saw. But to his dismay you had on too many clothes still.

“I thought I told you to get naked, little girl.” Dabi said, pushing you onto his bed. He stood above you, running his fingers down your stomach and stopping at the waistband of your panties. You shudder at his cold fingers.

“You never said naked.” You tease, looking back at him. He frowns, shaking his head.

“Man, you just love pushing my buttons don’t you? You’re gonna regret teasing me so much.” He says, pulling your panties down roughly, holding them up to his face. He smirked at the wet spot he saw on them, throwing them onto the ground. “This is gonna be fun.”

You hiss as he slid one measly finger inside you while rubbing your bundle of nerves with his thumb, the single finger not being enough to satisfy your craving for that certain pleasurable stretch. Somehow though, Dabi was making you feel good with that one finger. You roll your hips for more friction only to have Dabi hold you down with his other hand.

“Stop squirming so much. It makes you look desperate, doll.” He teased earning a whine from you. As if to be a little forgiving he adds another finger, watching your face twist up in pleasure. You were visually trying to hide your moans, Dabi not liking that at all.

“Come on now. It’s no fun if you don’t scream for me. Let everyone here know how good I make you feel.” He said, halting his movements. You nod, moaning loudly as he adds a third finger. Any shame or embarrassment is gone as he worked you up to your first orgasm. You grab at his sheets, trying to move for more friction only to once more be overpowered by Dabi.

“You don’t listen too well do you? I said stop squirming. You’ll have your fill but good girls wait to cum. Understand? I expect you to address me correctly this time.” He says, grabbing your face to make you look at him. Something about knowing you could kill him with your eyes turned him on, because he knew he could keep you from doing so. All he had to do was please you, knowing you won’t be able to focus on anything but screaming his name let alone his eyes.

“Y-Yes daddy.” You mewl, your eyes rolling back as he pulled out one of your breasts, sucking on your nipple harshly. The sound of your moans was music to Dabi’s ears, the only thing he ever wanted to hear come out of your mouth. He cooed praises into your ear, telling you hot sexy you are and how et your pussy is just for him. He crawls on top of you, pulling his fingers out of you as you whine at the sudden loss. He kissed you, ripping your bra off. He sat up and stared at the gorgeous naked woman underneath him.

“You’re so hot when you’re not talking shit.” He says, playing with your boobs. He was unsure of where to start. He wanted to please every inch of your lovely curves, his eyes drinking in your hips up to your beautiful breasts. He nearly drooled at the sight of them, your nipples seeming to perk up when he looked at them. You stare back at the man on top of you, his scars almost complimenting his skin as you watched him take off his shirt. You bit your lip as you feel a nice sized bulge grind up against your dripping core. You didn’t even notice that his pants were off, drooling at the sight of his body overpowering yours. He grinded up against you, leaning in close to your ear.

“Ready to get fucked, sweetheart?” He asked, nibbling on your ear lobe.

“Yes, god, yes!” You gasp, feeling him take off his boxers. He positioned his dick at your entrance, tapping it against you to tease you. You moan, going to grab his cock and shove it inside you but you think twice, already in trouble with him. Dabi smirks, excited to break you as he shoved himself inside you and started to rut his hips into you. You moan sinfully at the sudden stretch, loving how he filled you. You feel him speed up, not even fully adjusted to his length as you clawed at his back for dear life.

“You’re takin me so well, doll.” He said, grabbing your neck to lightly choke you. Your eyes roll back as you reveal a sinful ahegao face while he pounds you senseless. You’re moaning his name and telling him how good he feels inside you, cussing and screaming into the air as you feel yourself coming close to cumming.

“C-Can I-?” You ask, unable to finish your sentence as you feel yourself clenching around him. Dabi is relentlessly prodding at your g-spot, causing you to see stars as he notices he’s hitting that special spot. He smirks and angles himself so that he’s repeatedly hitting that spot, watching you cover your mouth as you scream. He snatched your hand away from your mouth and pinned it above your head.

“Tell me you’re sorry for punching me, kitten.” He demands, harshly pinching your nipples. You shake your head no to tease him. “No? Must need more convincing, huh brat?” He pulls out of you, you letting out a pathetic sob at the loss. He roughly flips you on your stomach and plants a hard smack on your ass. You yelp, your pussy aggravated as it throbs at the feeling of pleasure. He yanks you towards him and shoves himself back inside you, you laying flat on your stomach. You kick and scream under him, feeling him so deep it blinds you.

“Oh my god, daddy!” You whine, shoving your face into your pillow as he assaults your g-spot.

“Say it.” He demands, landing another hard smack on your ass this one sure to leave a mark.

“I-I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry!” You scream, desperate for release.

“Good girl.” He hisses. Dabi grabs your hair and lifts your head off the pillow wanting to hear the last moans you can give before you cum.

“Go ‘head and cum for me. You’ve earned it.” He says. And just like that you clench around him hard, your orgasm washing over your body as you cum all over his dick. He rides out your orgasm, only to continue pounding you earning a sharp yelp from you as you throw your head into the pillow again.

“You didn’t think it was over did you? That’s cute.” He said, taking you further. At this point you’re overstimulated, the pleasure almost painful as he worked you to another orgasm.

“God, I love you!” You scream to his delight as you cum quicker than your mind can keep up.

“I love you too. Even though you’re fucking annoying.” He hisses, unable to hold himself back anymore. He cums hot inside you, grunting as he slaps your ass one last time before pulling himself out. You moan softly, breathing heavily as he cleaned you up. He kissed up your body, you unable to move from being completely fucked out of your mind.

“When you socked me, I knew you were a keeper.” He laughed.

“Shut up.” You say, smiling into your pillow.

“HEY, YOU TWO DONE IN THERE? YOU COULD HAVE WOKEN UP THE ENITRE CITY WITH ALL THAT RACKET!” Twice shouted through the walls, turning your face red with shame.

“SHUT UP AND MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!” Dabi yelled back, rubbing soft circles on your ass to soothe his harsh marks on both cheeks.

bitch i.. i’m sick.

#bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #bnha dabi #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha shouta aizawa #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha midoriya x reader #bnha todoroki x reader #bnha oc

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andypandi · 4 years

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reasons why "mune: the guardian of the moon" is a masterpiece

the color palette

bruh, the colors are amazing. i love the contrast between the day and the night. in the places were the sun shines, the color temperature is higher and in the places were the moon is in the sky, the color temperature is lower. here's an example:

the colors of the characters are awesome too and they help you to deduce more or less their personalities.

mune is blue. everything in him is blue. his eyes, his hair, his skin, his lil' cute nose, e v e r y t h i n g. the color blue is associated with open spaces, freedom, intuition, imagination, expansiveness, inspiration, and sensitivity, according to bourncreative.com and this words describe perfectly mune's personality.

sohone's skin is a mix of orange tones, orange being a vibrant color that is hot, healthy and engaging, but it can be abrasive and crass. this things describe more or less his personality. his eyes are yellow and his hair is white, combining in a nice way with his skin color.

glim's color palette is kinda similar to sohone's, but her personality is totally different. she's enthusiastic, adventurous, full of determination and kinda optimistic, and her colors demonstrate that pretty well. but she's a waxling, and when she freezes her color palette changes drastically, everything in her turning white. now, the color white is associated with innocence, fragility, clarity, simplicity and brilliance and guess who has those traits too (*cough cough* it's glim *cough cough*)

the awesome plot

i will not start to describe every detail of the plot, because if you don't discover them all by yourself then you won't feel the magic of this movie :(( all i have to say it's that the creators had a lot of imagination and creativity.

the character development

oh boy, esto se está poniendo bueno xd. let's start with phospho, one of the most underrated characters.

phospho was a guardian of the moon long time ago, while necross was the guardian of the sun. in his "teen ages" he was selfish and coward, hiding behind a rock when necross (a traitor who wanted to keep the sun all by himself) and xolal had that titan fight. but after 700 years, when sohone has entered the underworld and was attacked by those manipulative weird-ass snakes, he sacrificed himself to save the new guardian of the sun, this demonstrating that he wanted to change and become a better person (creature??) btw he gives me a lot of ray (from "the princess and the frog") vibes.

the next character is ofc, mune, the protagonist. at the beginning of the movie he was a shy and indecisive cute guy that wasn't really sure that he's the right one for the "protecting the moon job" and his insecurities made him to lose control of the moon temple, messing up the normal course of the world. bit he decides to correct his mistakes and goes in the underworld with sohone to help him to bring the sun again. in this lil' trip our baby blue satyr demonstrates that he's not a crybaby and that he's powerful too :"3

now, let's talk about sohone. i really dislike him (just look at him, he's a creature-like version of gaston from "beauty and the beast" lmao), but i can't ignore his character development. at first, he's a f*cking prick that is only interested in his good looks, his important position as a guardian of the sun and in succeeding in flirting with girls. when he meets glim he's fascinated by her, but when she starts to say that he's going the wrong way to the underworld bc that's what the ancient books say, he starts to throw sexist words to glim and his attitude towards her changes drastically. b*tch, if you don't like to read books, don't judge the others who like to read and accept their opinions too, it won't hurt. and how could i forget how mean was to mune too? (rn, while searching more about this movie, i saw that there are people who ship mune and sohone 😳 wtf is wrong with you??) but, in the end, he redeems himself in a way or another, stops subestimating mune and glim and becomes a little more aware of his actions.

the animation

the animation, for a non-disney movie that was published in 2014 in a country that isn't USA or Japan it's f*cking amazing! the details in the skin, the hair, the plants, the fur and the sky are so well done that i could even have the guts to say that it's the same as in frozen 2 whOoPs-

the transition from the real world to the dream world

the whole thing with the dream world is absolutely amazing. not just the idea of it, but how it was integrated into the movie. the creators had the awesome thought to change the animation style when the plot was performed in the dream world, into a "sketchy" one, with basic colors and without pompous shades and stuff. this thing was made so well, that everyone who watches the movie can understand the difference between the two worlds. even if the drawings are more sketchy and basic, the animation is still pretty smooth and really pleasant to look at.

the soundtrack

omaigash tHe sOuNdTrAcK 7u7 i really simp the composers of this marvelous songs that fit so well with the animation and the plot. the background music literally floods you in a pleasant atmosphere. this makes me go so emotional, because i haven't seen in a long time a movie were the soundtrack is this good that makes you feel like you're a part of the fictional world :"3

the message of the movie

first of all, it's a movie made for little kids, so it's pretty logical that the message is a simple one, bUt that doesn't mean that a teenager or an adult can't learn from it too. as we can see, at first, mune was really insecure about his worth and powers and he felt unworthy of the honor of being a guardian of the moon. but after a little 💫adventure💫 he learned that he's powerful and that HE CAN DO IT. so, please, don't subestimate yourselves, you're strong and awesome <3 and be ambitious too, if you aren't ambitious you can't succeed in life. so go and reach your dreams, you deserve it uwuwuwu

#mune: the guardian of the moon #glim #sohone #sohoneisgaston #necross #phospho #animation #movie reviews #movie recommendation #guardian of the moon #guardian of the sun #moon #sun

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dominodamsel · 4 years

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Hi! I just found you through @revolutionaryduelist and I just wanna say 1, I LOVE your art, and 2, could I ask a lil’ about your art? What program(s) do you use? What brush do you use for your AMAZING lineart and how do you choose lineart colors?? What dark magic do you use to shade??? I find your use of color phenomenal! Have an amazing day! :-D

thanks for this nice ask! i use paint tool sai, specifically the anglicized version that you can find online.

lets draw bernie fire emblem and go through my process.

first off, my brushes.

this is the brush i use for sketching, coloring, and cleaning. sometimes for highlights in the eyes or the rough first patch of shading, i also use ink pen, just the default settings.

this is my blending brush. if you give it a texture, blending stuff wont look as boring as it otherwise might.

now, let’s draw bernadetta.

(1) first of all, the rough sketch. i start out with just shapes and then just keep going, all on one layer.

(2) then, i clean that sketch up a little - not too much, you dont need it to look perfect. i dont like drawing lineart at all, so this is what i work with - the sketch, a bit cleaned up, put on multiply. i change the color of the sketch according to what im drawing. for example, if i draw a character like inigo, whos got brown skin and hair, ill end up with yellow, orange or red lineart. if i draw a character during the night, ill use blue lineart. if its dusk, maybe a strong purple. you can change this later, as well.

next, below, i fill in the colors, usually about a layer for each color i use. i usually start out with the hair and end with skin, but it doesnt really matter. try to use colors that vary in saturation and brightness - if everything is very saturated, things end up looking blinding, but if everything is desaturated, it might be boring to look at. this isnt a hard rule, of course, but for this kind of normal illustration with neutral lighting conditions, its good to keep in mind.

now, onto shading. here i used the ink pen for a moment. take your base color, in this case bernies purple hair. the highlight is less saturated, and moves up the color wheel, more toward a reddish tone. the shadow is more saturated, and moves down, toward a blue-ish purple. you can also make the highlight more saturated than the base and the shadow less saturated than the base, but i think its best to decide on one or the other. moving along the color wheel rather than just decreasing or increasing brightness will also help making the picture more vivid.

for hair and gauntlets, i just put on the shadow and highlight and blend it out with the blend tool. for skin and fabric, i use a different method.

first, add blush. blush should be far more saturated than the skin color. i added a touch of deep red in the middle as well for depth. this should be blended.

the shadows on the skin, however, i fill in with ink pen. some parts of this need hard lines, like the outside of the ear shadow, the lower side of the nose shadow, etc. you dont just want an airbrushed look, but a defined line. for this, i use a shade that is slightly more saturated than the base color, but not as saturated as the blush.

then, i add a lowlight color to make the shadow feel more dynamic and interesting. you can go many ways with this - if you check the coat in the next few images, youll see that i used a less saturated color to counteract the very orange shadow. in the case of her skin, i used a more saturated color that is very pink to mimic her hair. i cant really explain this step well, because most of the time, i get to that shade through experimenting.

blend some of the lowlight, but make sure not to ruin the harder lines of the shadow. i did it on the same layer as the base color because im lazy, but you could easily make a clipped layer, add the shadow, and then preserve opacity to make sure everything stays clean. for my purpes it doesnt really matter though since ill be going over the whole thing during cleaning again.

in the circled areas, i took the blush color and gently airbrushed some on for depth and warmth.

heres the rest of the shading. as i said, i used a less saturated reddish tone for the lowlight in the cape. for the bow and cape, i opted out of highlight, because i imagine them as made out of a sort of thick, unreflective fabric.

now, all thats left to do is clean! i make a new layer atop everything, zoom in a bit, and go over it all with my brush and the eyedrop tool. a lot of my WIPs look like this, with a part of it very crisp and clean and most of it still sketchy and vague lol. colordrop from everywhere, and create something nice!

in the end, this is the finished picture! i turn the blend on my brush up and down depending on what im doing and what i need. the cleaning process takes the longest by far.

anyways, i hope this was helpful. if you have other questions, feel free to ask ‘em.

#art tips #is the tag i used for a similar ask before i think #anyways today i drew bernie just for this lol #t1mmytim #long post

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lesyah · 4 years

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guardian stream of consciousness watchthrough ep. 3-5

ok everybody, i’m playing catch up because i watch this show in the wee wee hours of the night and i get too tired to type the thoughts i’m having, so i’m going to highlight the main points and then resume normal ones on ep 15 thank you goodbye

Episode 3

This girl is SUS but cute

The way she just RAN up hahaha what?????

She’s so timid it makes ME feel timid

Her reaction to the cake.......

She RAN AWAY!????

S U S

Why is zhao sneezing so much

This cake thing is so sketchy and idk what’s going on

Zhao was like “oh you like cake too??????? Awesome thanks I’ll eat it”

Ok zhao

Uh oh the note

Idk what it means but it seems bad

Normally in these kinds of shows I’m like “literally why are you suspicious there’s no evidence”

But this show.......even I’m suspicious of him

Zhao really said “you either have trauma or low self esteem”

Huh????????? Those are the only two options?????????

Shen Wei was like “ok relax”

The kid who’s on his phone is so twitchy haha

The prescription drop........very sus

Idk what’s going on

I really truly know nothing

The fact that he’s just chatting with this student for gossip in the middle of the night 😭😭😭😭😭

Omg the twitchy kid talking to the bush

Seriously you guys the interactions between shen wei and zhao yunlan are soooooooo confusing

They’re always speaking in vague suggestions and I do not have the context needed to understand them 🤨🤨

I think they’re confused too tho. At least zhao

the cat is so cute

dead cat’s name is da qing right????????

Omg he is just falling asleep

Very cat like

Lmao

Ok one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen is when I thought both the lady and the twitchy kid were dead on the ground but the second body was actually just guo changcheng. I laughed SO HARD. he just straight passed out and they LEFT HIM THEREEE HAHAHAHA

That teacher cannot be more suspicious

The prescription girl is back 👀👀👀

The teacher laughing at the kid omg. Kinda scary. “Run” yikes

Um.

Ok.

I am....

“Colossal prank” ????????

You mean a horrible crime???????????

What the sociownfowkoxow

That’s HORRIBLE

Zhao talks to shen wei like “✨🌼🧚🏻‍♂️ oh Professor sheeeeeenn 🧚🏻‍♂️🌼✨” and then talks ABOUT shen wei like “🔥💢⁉️ STOP ⁉️💢🔥 YOU HAVE VIOLATED THE LAW......idk which one yet but you VIOLATED IT 😡😡😡😡”

“I barely had anything to do with it” ummmmmm you little punk.

The teacher and the girl 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Omg it’s not working on shen wei

He’s like “😒😒😒😒” while she’s trying to suck the life out of him.

Shen wei’s energy.........unmatched

NOT SHEN WEI PRETENDING TO BE HURT HAHAHA

omg she did it to the teacher 😔

Rip

Guo changcheng furiously looking in his notes in this intense scene

Shen Wei saved her...?? 😭

This long haired guy.......annoying.

“Can you take a picture for me”

“Idk how to use a camera”

“Wtf how old are you 4?”

“Actually I’m 10,000+. I can barely operate a landline”

Shen Wei..................you really do suspicious things.

Zhao’s face when he saw that it was shen wei HAHAHAHAHA

He was like 👁👄👁 are you kidding me rn

Episode 4

They’re interrogating him Hahahah

He’s so cool and they all know it

He just annihilated them all

Chu shuzhi is so mean to lil guo haha

The kids drawing of the guy.....IM

I laughed so hard omg.

Where’d that blood come from shen wei

The girl and the guy are together 👀👀

Zhu Hong is so pretty

Shen Wei and zhao going on a leisurely midnight stroll

Maybe I’m stupid but this is when I officially found out shen wei is the black robe envoy guy. I thought he was but didn’t want to say and look like an idiot

He’s so defensive about zhao I’m intrigued

The long haired guy is even like “.....tuck that information away for later. As a treat”

Lil guo thought he killed that guy????????? Wtf Hahahah

I can’t believe she was like “I’m taking every pretty face to exist” like relax

THE GUY SUICIDE BOMBED THEM??????? WHAT SKXOKEKXKENE

Just wait until chu shuzhi finds out that shen wei is his celebrity crush

Omfg

Omg

Zhao named shen wei

Whatsixiwnickwne c

Episode 5

Omg this kid is kind of a brat

He got drowned in the bathtub tho and that’s a little bit too much of a punishment

Shen Wei always looks like a baller

His suits are immaculate

I love da qing with my whole heart

There is a lot of sketchy energy in that rich person’s house

Oh the kid disappeared I thought he drowned

The butler.............hmmmmmmm...........very suspicious

Oh no the girl too?? Rip

Ok the butler knows shen wei??????? Wtf

“You are not allowed to touch zhao yunlan” HONEY WHO SAID HE WOULD?????????? Your simp is showing shen wei 😭😭😭😭

His kid went missing 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Poor guy

I’m sad

Omg those evil men wtf!!!!!!!!!! Why would they do that?!!!!???!!! He was just a kid

Ope 👀👀👀 the two rich kids actually like each other

Arranged marriage trope

Honestly that poor kid

Shen Wei saved him awww

Ok this trench coat guy............calm down

Omg shen wei moved house right near them????????

Your simp is showing again

Ok this new case is interesting

#guardian #shen wei #zhao yunlan #da qing #zhu hong #guo changcheng #chu shuzhi #guardian watchthrough #mypost

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whitewolfbumble · 5 years

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Unexpected (Bucky x Reader, One Shot)

Summary: On the eve of your birthday, Bucky loses the person under his protection detail and you both have to hit the road to go find them.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Only fluff and cheeky fun here!

Word Count: 1800 words

A/N: This lil thing was written today for and dedicated to my dear @bunsterjonez (aka @ramblerumble) for her birthday!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY darling!! There is so much more goodness in the world because you are in it. Love you!

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“Hey...”

…

“Psst, Y/N…”

Wrapped up in thick blankets and the cover of darkness, sleep fell away from you as a familiar voice brought you up back to the surface of reality. You stayed still and quiet and hoped for the love of everything you held dear it wasn’t who you thought it was...

“Hey Y/N...” insisted the low, gravely voice not more than a foot away from your face.

Goddamn it Bucky.

“So help me, Barnes,” you muttered, raising your head up from the pillow to look accusatory bleary eyes at him. He was wide awake and just as handsome as ever, quite unlike the state he found you in. “Just tell me; why do you hate me?”

Your friend pulled a face, bright blue eyes confused, and opened his mouth to counter that remark but you cut him off first.

“Because if you liked me you wouldn’t dare wake me up at…” You reached out and checked your phone, stomach dropping a little. “Oh god, it’s not even midnight yet!”

You must have just fallen asleep, exhausted from the day’s work and training, only to have Bucky sneak into your room like this. He better have a good reason because a sleepy, grumpy Y/N was not something to take on lightly and he knew it.

“Someone better be dying or I swear t-“

“Yeah yeah, death threats and swears and all that, I get it,” he said with half an eye roll and a vague gesture. You huffed out at him, adding fuel to the growing fire inside you. Stop poking this bear, Barnes, you thought to yourself. “But I do have a good reason to be here. I need your help, Y/N.”

You sighed, sitting up from your unbelievably comfy bed and rubbed your eyes. You turned looking at the man dully, waiting for the explanation. You’d at least wait to hear that before trying to snap his neck.

“I lost them,” he said once he had your attention in full, like that explained anything.

He remained crouched beside your bed unmoving and looking at you with those serious, deep eyes you had gotten lost in on more than one occasion. Not tonight though.

“Your balls or your last remaining brain cells?” you scoffed.

“Goddammit, Y/N,” He grabbed your arm and pulled you awkwardly to your feet with a loud groan from you. “Neither of those, thanks very much. I lost... a person.”

Well, that sure snapped you awake.

Wide eyes you looked at him in silence for a second, ignoring the tiredness that clung to you as you stood half held up by Bucky still. The next second was filled with a flurry of movement as you pulled on a sweater and looked around for your shoes in the darkness.

“Don’t tell me-“ you started, groping in the near pitch black for something to pull onto your feet.

“She’s more wily than she looks!” he said, trying to justify himself.

Yeah, right.

You pulled on your shoes and grabbed your bag, already bee-lining for the door that would take you out of your blissfully dark bedroom and into a chilly December night.

“Oh god, let’s go and find her before Steve, her father, or her father's entire army draws and quarters you.”

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Bucky’s latest mission was a relatively straightforward one.

For the last few days he had been looking after an ambassador's daughter while her father was in peace talks here in New York. No one better than the former Winter Soldier to offer protection against possible assassins, threats, and those looking to stop the brokering of peace. All in all pretty routine for someone as diligent and experienced as Bucky.

You didn’t think the girl would be the problem, though. She was, all things considered, a semi-responsible adult with no history of dashing out from protective details in the middle of the night for god knows whatever reason.

Apparently Bucky didn’t think she’d be much of a problem either.

“Where was she last?” you asked as he raced silently down black roads in a sleek car.

Dark limbs of dark trees shadowed the edge of the roads, tall walls of endless green and black. Deep inside they could hide anything or anyone looking to remain hidden. The only reprieve from the darkness was the wind-swept snow, weaving and whipping around trees, masking shadows and tricking your eyes with visions of a woman standing alone out there in the night.

“In bed,” he said, brows furrowed and steel blue eyes on the road ahead, trained to weave himself through roads like this on snowy dark night such as these. “Asleep.”

“Well, that’s helpful,” you said in an obvious tone.

“Listen, I woke you up to help me here,” he reminded you with a bit of a bitter smirk. “Less sarcasm and more help, hmm?”

“Fine fine,” you sighed, putting to rest the dreams getting away from chilly nights and into a warm bed in the near future. “Okay, where do you think she’s heading at least?”

“Security cameras caught her heading to the garage,” he started. “She flirted with valet on night duty. Sounded like she used some bullshit excuse about losing her copy of the keys and got the spare from him. From there she drove off and I lost eyes on her.”

... What?!

“Bucky! What the hell?!” you half-yelled in the small car. “How on earth did you let her get into a car and drive off?! You were supposed to be watching her and keeping her safe, weren’t you?!”

Bucky gave you a withering look and you just barely managed to catch yourself.

“... would be the question I would ask if I was a less supportive person,” you added unconvincingly.

“Remind me why I like you again?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from the words.

“Because someone has to bring muscles, brains, and a winning personality to this friendship, Barnes,” you teased, unable to hide your smile.

He made this too easy sometimes, and to be honest, you both loved it. The pair of you had enough seriousness in your lives before, so any chance for a smile- even in situations where Bucky had been an idiot, which, admittedly, were few and far between- was snatched up. Often times on missions or during training, but this was good too.

“Oh, ha ha,” he said dryly, a glance and smile thrown your way.

The fact was, since day one you were nothing but a support to him. You didn’t treat him damaged. You didn’t treat him like a time bomb. Didn’t treat him like he was any less capable or any less spectacular than he truly was. He wasn’t used to it at first, but at some point he got used to it. Even managed to like it, dishing it out as much as you could (cheeky smiles and all).

Because you treated him like a friend. Someone worthy of being here and being in your life. Worthy of support and love and trust. Honestly, it was exactly the kind of therapy he needed to get back to the person he had been.

So all things considered, you weren’t surprised he came to you tonight. Frankly, you wouldn’t have it any other way and he knew it. Maybe you would bite back a little sarcastically when he pulled you out of bed in the middle of the night, but you would have been properly angry the next morning when you found out he hadn’t.

If only your Bucky was far less careless when it came to protecting the only daughter of a country so close to peace- or conversely, to war- just days before the treaty negotiations. Of all people to lose, of course it would be her and of course it would be now.

“But listen, I have an idea on where’d she go,” he said, getting back to the business at hand. “We’re just about there.”

“Okay, good,” you said, almost breathing a sigh of relief. “Club? Bar? Some sketchy apartment with a secret lover?”

“Not quite,” he said, pulling smoothly into a parking lot and nodding to the building dead ahead through the blowing flakes of snow.

You leaned forward, pulling on your seatbelt as you looked out to the little grey building, standing small and proud in the moonlight. You read the sign, somewhat blocked by thick, overrun vines, but you got the gist of this place fast.

“You’re not serious here...” you said, voice low and turning slowly with quite the unimpressed eyes to him.

He put the car in park and got out, waiting for you to do the same. But you didn’t, remaining unmoving in your seat.

“You’re not... You’re not serious here, Bucky,” you called out, looking at Bucky through the windshield. “Are you actually seeing this? Why on earth would someone come here?”

“Come with me and I’ll fill you in,” was his only explanation, stepping closer to the glossy wood front door and leaving you behind.

Reluctantly you got out, grabbing a small handgun from your bag, before catching up to him as he was steps from entering.

He paused with his hand on the knob when he spotted the gun in your hand. “We’re not here to shoot her, Y/N. Kinda the opposite actually, since the point is to get her back alive and generally unharmed.”

“Yeah okay, well when the zombies start coming to life in this place you’ll be wishing you had a gun,” you said, nodding for him to open the door.

The corner of his mouth silently pulled up a little and he shook his head, retching the door open and breaking the lock with one swift motion. You half expected an alarm, but then who would want to break into this place?

Pinned outside just above the door were the words “Matty Mausoleum’s Funeral Home” with the rest obscured by vines, but the motto underneath was all to clear with “I’ll help you find your resting place!”.

So here you were, walking into a funeral home just minutes before midnight… No way some young and vibrate person would come here of all places so why the hell did Bucky bring you here?

Down the dark and eerily silent hall, you walked with your gun posed in front of you while Buck walked just behind. The only sounds were the soft and carefully placed footfalls from your shoes.

“This is insane, Bucky,” you whispered back to him. “Why would she come here?”

“It’ll be easier to show you,” he said nodding to a room just on your left. You frowned but quietly turned the knob and with gun ready, took a slow and firmly placed step into the pitch black space.

Faster than you could react, Bucky wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you back into him, your spine hitting his chest. His metal hand instantly snapped the gun right out of your hand, jerking it free from your grasp before you could think to protest.

A second later sudden and jarring white lights illuminated the whole room, briefly blinding you where you stood.

“What the-” you started.

“SURPRISE!” erupted a cacophony of voices all around you, boisterous shouts and yells following.

If Bucky wasn’t holding you up, you would have probably landed on your butt with a thud at the shock.

The dark space turned from silent and apparent emptiness instead to a bright and warm glow, filled with colourful streamers covering the ceiling and balloons covering every inch of floor space. But what was best was the sea of your best friends and teammates standing there, smiling and laughing at what you could only guess was the absurd look on your face.

Immediately the horde of happy Avenger faces were around you, hugging you and laughing all at once.

“That face was priceless!” said Tony, arms wrapping around you, the streams of people coming at you as Bucky stepped back and letting the crowd overrun you.

“Wait! Wait!” Steve shouted above the crowd, looking at his watch. “It’s midnight which means…”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” shouted everyone at once, Natasha holding you next with a quick peck on the cheek.

“Alright, time to get this party started!” said Clint as most everyone broke away and mingled now, laughing to themselves and patting each other on the back of a job well done on the surprise party. You watched as Thor and a few others recreated your shocked face (you assumed, the cheeky devils).

Steve smiled, wrapping an arm around you in a hug, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

“What... What did...” you said, turning and looking back from Bucky to Steve, still a little shocked.

“Your birthday is New Year’s Eve, so we wanted to make sure you actually had a birthday this year,” Bucky started to explain, blue eyes absolutely glowing in the warm light. “And with all the New Years plans and late parties we have that night, we never get to surprise you and don’t get to celebrate you like we should. Thought it was finally time to make a move, you know.”

You felt heat spreading across your face as your smile spread wide too. It was a far better feeling than cozing down into a warm bed, you had to admit.

“And this place was too good to pass up,” Steve said, pointing across the room where you now really saw what this place was. “Here, let me get you a drink.”

It was a large private room of a brewery, a bar on one side, large copper beer tanks on the end, and a slew of tables and chairs. The words- this time in their entirety- said “Matty Mausoleum’s Funeral Home for the Dead-Impaired and Drinkers of Fine Brew” up above the bar where Steve was now ordering you a drink.

You almost groaned before stepping up to Bucky who began before you could.

“I picked it, I just wanted to see the look on your face as we walked in,” he said, absolutely beaming at this point. You didn’t think you had ever seen him smile so big before. You couldn’t help but do the same.

“And you said I wouldn’t need the gun, hmm?” you teased, poking him in the chest. “You seem to be banking a lot on me not shooting you, Barnes.”

You grabbed the gun from his hand with a laugh, clicked the safety on, and shoved it in the waistband by the small of your back with exaggerated movements.

“I’ll get you back for this, Bucky,” you whispered, leaning into him with a mischievous smile, thoughts already racing.

Because tonight was New Years. And you thought it would be a bit of a shock if you kissed him for the first time at midnight... He wouldn’t be expecting that now, would he?

“Not if I get you again first,” he whispered confidently, leaning in closer to you too.

But by the look in his eyes and smile on his face, you wondered if he was thinking the exact same thing.

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A/N: Thanks for reading darlings and another BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my dear friend and extraordinary writer Bonnie!! Love you babe and even though we both hate surprise parties lol I really hope you enjoyed this!

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paintedface · 6 years

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The Ink of My Heart

Summary: Prompt 51 for @rotisserierogers ‘s writing challenge: A tattoo artist gives clients tattoos that determine their fate

Pairing: Tattoo Artist/Alchemist!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2824 Words

Warnings: Fluff, angst in the form of physical pain and being scared

Notes: This is pretty cute, but I’m so sleepy that I dunno anymore ahaha, sorry this is late Kumi!

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“Nattie, I’m fucking terrified. Is this even legal?” You’re gripping her hand so tight that you’re sure that you’re crushing her bones.

She gives you a withering look, before pulling up her sleeve. “It works, every time, guaranteed. Look at mine. Perfectly passive, and it’s gotten me my dream job and boyfriend.”

Your eyes linger over the highly detailed tattoo on her bicep, before looking back up at her. “You sure that this guy won’t use his…tattoo powers to murder me?”

She snorts, leaning against the brick wall. “He’s not allowed to do that, he doesn’t know what he’s casting but they can’t involve death or illness. Well…maybe illness, but there’ll be a good outcome. He sort of has a selection of objects, and you choose them, and they’re meant to influence your tattoo’s meaning. People don’t know what they’re getting, but in the end, it’ll be something that they’ve wanted for a while.”

“Do you know how sketchy that sounds?” You cross your arms, heart running wild with panic and oh shit this is a horrible idea isn’t it-

“Shut up, you’ll be fine,” Nat snatches your hand and marches you towards the door of the building, “you can’t miss your designated appointment, he stores his magic up for each client.”

“So what is he? A wizard? Like, from Harry Potter?” The bell tinkles as you enter the waiting room area. You take a brief look around, taking in the modern interior, with succulents on benches and plant pots dangling from the ceilings. There’s nothing ‘magic’ to this, what with fluffy blankets on the arms of the sofas, and industrial light bulbs casting a glow over the room.

“I’d prefer the word ‘alchemist,’ but you can call me a wizard if you want.” A voice says behind you, and you shriek, whipping around instantly.

The edges of his lips quirk up, as he holds out a hand. “James Barnes, you must be Y/N Y/L/N.”

Recovering from your shock, you take his hand, shaking it. “Yeah, that’s me.”

You take the moment to look at the man who’ll be doing your tattoo. Like the waiting room, there’s nothing ‘magic’ about him, aside from his glimmering eyes, his irises swirling between black and a crystal clear blue. Black leather jacket, paired with a fitting white t-shirt and black jeans, complete with laced up boots. His brown hair falls a little over his forehead, and gloves cover up the empty space between his jacket and hands.

“I heard you’re a lil wary about this, huh?” He gestures for you to take a seat, and you nod, plopping yourself down on the couch.

“A bit more than wary, sorry.” You confess, fiddling with your hands nervously.

He gives you a warm smile, leaning back against the back of the sofa. “No need to worry, all the clients are like that.”

His smile is comforting, and you relax as you and Nat listen to the process of how it works. As whimsical as it seems, you genuinely end up believing, and trusting the man.

“You ready?” He says softly, setting the cloth covered tray in front of you.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You murmur back, and he searches your eyes, before pulling off the cloth. An array of items are arranged delicately on the tray, and you instantly feel your heartstrings tugging.

Your hand reaches to point at a blush coloured rose petal, and he takes it away from your fingers, setting it to the side.

“First one down. Four more to go.” He smiles encouragingly at you, his irises shifting to a shimmering cyan. It makes you shiver a little, but you begin to choose more items.

In the end, you’re drawn to a chunk of rose quartz, a glass orb filled with some type of shadowy fog, a white dove’s feather and a small, dark tree branch, glistening with some sort of silver shine.

“Good, you’re all done.” He tells you, standing up and putting the tray away.

“What do we do now?” You ask curiously, as he turns back to you.

He begins to pull off his gloves, stuffing them into his pocket. “You don’t have to do anything, but watch. I pre-made the liquid, to fit your name.”

Your eyes widen when you see that his left hand consists entirely of metal plates. They’re held together by seemingly nothing, moving smoothly as he picks up each selected item and transfers them to sit beside a chrome bowl.

“It’s held together by my powers. My magic’s normally limited to alchemy, but this is one thing it can do.” He shrugs, seeing you notice it, and lets you inspect it for a moment.

You trace your fingers over the plates, watching them shift underneath your nails. “It’s so fucking cool.” You breathe, watching him fill the bowl with some sort of swirling, metallic liquid from a clear bottle.

He grins, one that lights up his entire face, making your heart swell in your chest. “A lotta people find it weird.” He takes the rose petal and drops it into the liquid. It sizzles at the edges, before the entire petal dissolves into it.

“Well it is, a little, but it’s amazing.” You can see a blush creep up his cheeks and you smile to yourself shyly.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He says softly, staring at you a little, before going back to the bowl. You watch over his shoulder as he crushes the rose quartz in his metal hand effortlessly, letting it scatter into the bowl. The fog spills out of its confines, all of it transferring into the mixture. He drops the two other objects in, letting them dissolve, before taking one last bottle.

“This seals it all in.” He explains, and your breath catches when the glowing substance dances over the mixture, settling over it slowly.

“Now what happens?” You can’t pull your eyes away, and he taps your shoulder lightly, on the spot that you wanted the tattoo.

“We put it on. The liquid sort of directs my inking pattern, in a way. Can you roll your sleeve up?”

“Holy shit.” You breathe, eyes tracing your shiny tattoo in the reflection of the mirror.

“Do you like it?” James asks, as a smile spreads across your face, rapidly.

“I love it, it’s beautiful, James.” It’s an anatomical heart, simplistic but sketched in a pencil sort of style, surrounded by foliage, trees, vines and flowers all growing out of the heart. You don’t know what it means, but you’re anticipating the moment when it directs you in its path.

“I’m glad. It’s turned out a lot more pretty than some other tattoos. I was pretty scared when I had to draw a knife on somebody’s leg.” He laughs, pouring away the remaining tattoo ink down the drain.

“Wonder how their future turned out.” You smile warmly, admiring the shining tattoo once again, before he begins putting protective measures over it.

He snorts, sealing the tattoo with a cling film of some sort. “I don’t want to know, honestly.”

“Good point.” Your cheeks are burning when he places a light kiss over the film, smirking up at you.

“Well, here’s the manual, of sorts, and I’m sure you’ll contact me when the tattoo’s done its work?” He asks, stretching both his flesh and metal arms.

“Of course I will, James.” You’d frankly make any excuse to contact him again, maybe you could pretend that there was something up with your tattoo, just to see him and his really fucking handsome face, again.

He holds out his metal hand, and gives you a lopsided smile. “You can call me Bucky.”

TWO WEEKS LATER

You jolt awake, your chest heaving up and down, almost painfully. Your eyes flick around, trying to see what woke you, but you find nothing. Until you feel a throb at your shoulder, and you wince, the ache growing bigger by the second.

You pull back your pyjama sleeve, and…

“What the fuck?” You breathe, watching as the ink of your tattoo glows in a white hue. Bucky said something about it glowing, but he never said what it would do. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, putting some slippers off, and trying to catch a better look at the ink. But as soon as it comes in contact with the moonlight shining through the window, you feel a sharp tug on your arm, where your tattoo is.

You jerk back in confusion and shock, but the further you move away from the window, the more it feels like the tattoo is being slowly ripped away from your skin, piece by piece. You let out a cry, at the excruciating pull on your arm, because when the fuck did you sign up for this? It feels like somebody is cutting into your skin, but with nothing to numb the knife’s blade.

“Fine, fine!” You grit your teeth and open the window, shoving your shoulder out into the cool air. “Is this enough fucking moonlight for you?”

You bite back a scream as you feel the hidden force drag its claws down your arm and you sigh shakily, shaking your head.

“I’m gonna regret this. I’m gonna really fucking regret this.” You mutter to yourself, before sliding the window sill up and climbing out onto your apartment’s balcony. Your apartment block backs into a recreation park, but at night, it��s more like ‘you’re gonna die in this forest.’ But it seems like that’s where your tattoo wants you to go, and you can’t really disobey what it says, otherwise it would be ‘messing with its fate.’

Luckily, you’re only a floor up, so you gingerly climb over the railing and jump the few metres down to the grass. You want to run back to the safety of your apartment, but you’re being urged along by the tattoo on your arm.

At the entrance of the path, you curse yourself for not bringing your phone flashlight with you, but you can’t go back, because at this rate, your skin really will rip off from the pull.

To say you can’t find your way around is an understatement, because you can barely see a thing. You can just make out the outlines of the trees, and the path. It’s weird how in the day, it seems so fun, enjoyable and carefree, but at night, it’s a whole different place.

Your tattoo pulls at you, making you move further and further down the path, against your will. You jolt at every tiny sound, or movement in the shadows. Nobody comes to these forests at night, because it’s so fucking scary, but you never know, maybe serial killers hang out here. Chills run down your spine, not just from the cool breeze, but also from the anxiety coursing through your veins.

You curl your shoulders in, hearing the leaves rustle. Your heart’s racing fast in your chest, trying not to look around you in case you see something that you’ll regret seeing.

Suddenly, you realise that the glow of the tattoo has faded, and the pain is throbbing a lot less than it was when you first entered the forest. There’s no pull anymore, except you feel situated in one spot, like you shouldn’t move.

A sharp, deliberate crack sounds to your left, which surely can’t be made by nature. You you’re your eyes tightly, feeling suddenly vulnerable, all by yourself.

“H-hello? Who’s there?” You call nervously, taking a step away from the sound. You wring your hands tightly, feeling your tattoo begin to pulse more and more, as a dark silhouette appears in a clearing of the trees.

If this fucking tattoo led you here to die, you swore that all the times you said that you wanted to die back in high school, weren’t fucking sincere.

You can feel your heart in your throat, eyes wide as you take another trembling step back. All you can see of the silhouette are their eyes, a blinding clear blue, looking straight at you. Goosebumps prickle up your arms and you want to run, but your legs are clearly not working.

The silhouette steps forward, shadows shrouding their body and you wince, sending silent prayers to somebody, anybody, to get you out of this s-

“Y/N? Is that you?”

Your breath hitches, because oh god, you recognise that voice…

The silhouette moves into a patch of light near you, and you crumble to your knees in relief, tears flooding your eyes at the sight of the man.

“Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” Bucky drops down to your side immediately, pulling you into his lap closely. He’s wearing a long, black woollen coat, with black ripped jeans and a shirt with the top buttons undone, which would’ve normally made your mind wander, but right now, you barely notice that.

You let out a sob, clinging to him as he strokes your back soothingly and softly whispering, “I got you, you’re okay, I’m here doll.”

“You’re really here?” You whisper shakily, looking up at his worried eyes, having changed into a stormy grey colour.

He smooths the tears leaking from your eyes, with the pad of his thumbs, cradling your face with two hands. “Yeah, doll, I’m really here. What on earth are you doing out here?” He asks in a hushed tone, pressing tentative kisses to your hair. It makes sparks course through you, but their ones that make heat rise to your face, despite the situation.

“I-My tattoo, it was g-glowing, and it felt like m-my skin was gonna rip off if I didn’t follow it. S-So I followed it out here, and it faded away when you came.” You stuttered through your sniffles.

“Besides, w-what are you doing here?” You nod at him, and he bites his lip, still absent-mindedly running his hand through your hair gently.

“I come here sometimes, to collect the materials that I need, for the alchemy.” He explains quietly, adjusting you so you sit more comfortably.

“But back to you. So, your tattoo brought you here, it was glowing and aching, but when I appeared, it stopped?” Bucky questions, rolling up your sleeve slowly, to inspect the tattoo.

“Y-yeah, that’s right.” You rest your head in the crook of his neck, as he traces his fingers over the ink.

Moments pass where he’s quiet, intently studying the tattoo, and you look up in confusion. “I-Is anything wrong with my tattoo?”

He shakes his head, but you notice a slight flush dusting his cheeks now. “No, there isn’t but…it’s not shiny anymore.”

You realise, with a start, that the ink has turned the same texture as your skin, unlike before it started glowing. It used to be a shiny, but now it just looks like a plain old tattoo. “What the hell does that mean?”

He gives you a shy smile, looking away a little. “It means that the tattoo’s gotten its goal. It led you to your fate.”

You pause, comprehending the information, before your eyes flick to the tattoo, mouth parting slightly. You fucking get it. Your tattoo is a heart surrounded by a forest. What the hell else would it mean?

“Oh my god, does that mean…?” A wide smile spreads across your face, and you let out a soft laugh. He gives a chuckle, his grin so fucking happy that it makes butterflies set flight in your stomach.

“Y-yeah, I think so…” He tightens his grip on you, and you watch as his eyes shift from that stormy grey to a radiant, shimmering violet. It makes you want to get lost in them.

“I promise, that I didn’t change the ink to make it bend in my favour, and I swear I didn’t know that your fate would involve me, even though I wanted to, because you were so gorgeous and…” Bucky begins rambling, and you giggle, feeling your cheeks warm at his compliments.

“I know you wouldn’t do that to your clients, but even if you had, I wouldn’t have minded.” You give him a coy look, and his cheeks turn a deep red, to your amusement.

You can’t help yourself, despite the fact that you’re still shivering, you lean forward to give him a quick peck on the lips, before pulling back to see his reaction. From the astonished look on his face, not to mention his adorable, gleeful smile, you’d say that he liked it.

“God damn, do I want more of that, but we gotta get you home, doll.” He says gently, slowly standing up and picking you up with him, bridal-style. You squeak, batting his chest as he snickers.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be letting go of you anytime soon. After all,” Bucky holds you close to his chest, ghosting his lips over your forehead, “who am I to argue with fate?”

A/N: To those who are confused, the reader’s tattoo fate meant ‘love found in the forest,’ which is essentially what happened to her. She found Bucky, which was her love in the forest. He didn’t twist the fate around or anything.

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Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation – 09 – A New Adventure Begins

Rudeus wakes up in a white void and in his original human form, and assumes his time in a fantastical new world was finally at an end. Why wouldn’t someone with his experience in failure and disappointment think otherwise? But it’s not the end, just the end of the beginning.

First of all, as he’s told by the very sketchy looking and sounding “Man-God”, he’s not dead; this is simply his mental image. It’s only a dream, and when he wakes up he’ll be back in lil’ Rudy’s body. The concern is where he wakes up: the mana disaster transported him to the Demon Continent.

The Man-God tells Rudy to rely upon and help the man he’ll meet upon waking up. That man turns out to be a Superd, the demon tribe feared and loathed by all. Rudy is initially fearful himself, especially wiht a sleeping Eris nearby. But when the man shows no sign of hostility, Rudy decides to make use of his Demon-God language skills and politely introduce himself.

The man is named Ruijerd Superdia, and tells Rudy they’re in Biegoya, in the northeast of the Demon Continent, quite a trek back to the Central Continent from which he and Eris came. Ruijerd tells Rudy he’ll escort them safely back to their homeland; to abandoning children would damage the Superd tribe’s reputation. Of course, as an awakening Eris’ over-the-top yet quite normal reaction to Ruijerd confirms, the Superd’s rep is already crap.

Rudy serves as mediator, and within minutes, Eris and Ruijerd are friends, and Eris is all smiles about the prospect of going on an adventure in a strange land full of unknown dangers. It’s precisely the opposite of the prim, proper, fancypants existence cooped up in the Boreas mansion in Roa, where Eris so often acted like a caged animal.

Biegoya’s gorgeously-rendered landscape is downright alien, from the lighting and colors to the texture of the terrain and, naturally, the wildlife, which includes massive tortoises that call to mind a grand Final Fantasy overworld.

I also hasten to add that the three make for a neat adventuring party, with Ruijerd as the spearman, Rudy as the mage, and Eris as the swordswoman. The only problem is Eris lacks a sword, and Ruijerd wouldn’t think it right for children to protect him. I’m sure he’ll soon learn Rudy and Eris are not your typical helpless kids!

After the better part of a day of trudging through hot and barren wastes, the party comes upon a village that uses the giant tortoise shells as dwellings. When the guard at the gate sees two humans with Ruijerd he bars them from entering—human-demon distrust goes both ways—but Ruijerd asks him consult with the elder, which he does through telepathy.

Once the elder and other villagers appear, all of them with a familiar cornflower blue hair, I knew Rudy was about to experience “Small World” phenomenon, as the guard, Rowin, recognizes the green stone around Rudy’s neck. When Rudy says he got it from his master Roxy Migurdia, Rowin proclaims he is Roxy’s father!

Roxy apparently left the village 20 years ago and they haven’t seen her since. Hearing she’s alive and well in the Central Continent brings tears to Rowin’s eyes. He also estimates Roxy to be around 44 years old; demons enjoy over double the lifespan of humans, and keep their youthful looks well into middle age. I believe that officially makes Rudy’s goddess a MILF.

That night over dinner (of which Rudy is apparently not a fan), the Migurd elder mentions numerous shooting stars last night, the result of the mana disaster that brought Rudy and Eris to their lands. When Ruijerd tells him of his plan to take them home, the elder is weary, as it will be hard for a Superd like him to enter cities.

The elder is aware of Ruijerd’s goal to dispel the Superd tribe’s poor reputation, which Rudy knows isn’t going to be easy. Rudy then accidentally angers Ruijerd by telling one of the biggest lies: that the Superd just naturally kill everybody and anybody who looks at them the wrong way. He tells Rudy the truth: the Superd were betrayed…by Laplace.

Just as Sauron corrupted men with powerful but ultimately cursed rings, Laplace corrupted the Superd with powerful but ultimately cursed spears. Spears are a vital part of the Superd tribe, as they represent their very souls. At first the new spears Laplace gave them seemed like a great deal, but before they were aware of it they had become a violent and brutal tribe killing everyone they could see, including their own families.

Ruijerd raises his spear, which is the soul of his son, who sacrificed himself to free him of the curse. The Superd’s “curse of infamy” is punishment for trusting Laplace, but he’s committed to fight to repair his tribe’s reputation to his last breath. As he looks into the fire Rudy contemplates what 400 years of guilt and regret felt like for Ruijerd, likening it to the misery he felt in his old world, albeit for a much briefer, human-scaled duration.

Rudy makes up his mind right then and there: he will help Ruijerd redeem the Superd in the eyes of the world. Ruijerd, genuinely touched by the offer, accepts, and the next morning the three of them are off, after a very cute scene where Rudy asks if he can call Rowin “father-in-law” (he can’t), compliments his would be mom-in-law (who is 102!). Even Eris is polite for once, saying thanks and goodbye with a proper curtsey (despite not wearing a dress).

As thanks for relaying the news that their Roxy is well, her parents give Rudy a purse of what looks like demon currency and a very cool-looking demon sword, which he gives to Eris. He reiterates the choice he made to help Ruijerd after empathizing with his suffering and acknowledging his goodwill towards him and Eris—all while Eris is in the background practicing her swordsmanship!

It’s an all-around good arrangement: Rudy will let Ruijerd protect him and Eris outside of the cities, while they’ll protect him within them. So ends a particularly strong episode, made all the stronger by drawing upon the parts of Rudy’s original life besides his perversity (it’s the lightest episode yet on that front), and the fact that Eris is clearly super-pumped to be on an adventure.

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omniscientprostitute · 6 years

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Young Gun

Relationship: Trevor Collins x fem!Reader

Summary: You meet one of the infamous Fakes

Warnings: cursing, mild violence, random plot directions

Word Count: 2835

A/N: This is set in the FAHC universe. I took some liberties. Also, this work was inspired by a fic I read a few years ago called “down to ride (till the happy end)” by raewastaken (IWriteLove) on Archive of Our Own.http://archiveofourown.org/works/5838430

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It wasn’t a secret that Los Santos wasn’t the best place to live The city was full of gangs and corrupt cops. It was impossible to be sure who was civilian and who was criminal. It didn’t help that your apartment was in a sketchy part of town. It wasn’t your fault you were trying to pay off a college tuition and pay rent on a minimum wage paycheck. You worked at a cute little bookstore a few blocks from your apartment. You long twelve hour shifts caused you to fall into bed exhausted most nights. That meant you could normally sleep through police sirens, but they seemed closer tonight, as if the police were circling the neighborhood. You could have sworn someone was at the window in the living room. You held your breath and laid perfectly still, while you listened to the latch on your window click. There was silence, then soft footsteps creeping towards your room. You grabbed the book off of your nightstand and scurried behind your bedroom door. There was a tense moment before the door cautiously squeaked open. You swung the book, catching the tall man on the arm. He spun, and you looked down the barrel of a handgun. You squeaked, dropping the book and putting your hands up. The man moved you to the living room, where he turned on the lights after closing all of the drapes and blinds. He wore a black bandana over the majority of his face, but his brown eyes were soft and expressive. “Do you have a phone?”

“Right bedside table.” You instructed. “The password is Alexander Pope’s death date.”

“Am I supposed to know what that is?” The man sassed.

“Are you supposed to be in my apartment?” You automatically snapped back. “It’s May thirtieth seventeen-forty-four.”

The man rolled his eyes. “Stay here.” You did as he instructed. Your fingers playing with the hem of your sleeping shirt. He returned to the room with your phone pressed to his cheek. The person on the other end of the phone didn’t seem happy. The man said his general whereabouts before slipping the phone into his pocket.

“Excuse me.”

“I can’t have you going to the police and tracing back the number I called.”

“Then I need a couple hundred dollars, so I can buy myself a new phone tomorrow.” You took pleasure in his surprised raised eyebrows. “I work a minimum wage job and have to pay off student loans and pay rent; it’s going to take me months to make enough to afford a phone. I’m a petite, twenty-two year old female without a car; my phone is the only protection I have. So, unless you’re going to escort me around the city, I need enough money for a new phone.” The staring contest between you and the man was interrupted by a short honk from outside your apartment. Without addressing you, the man exited the apartment with your phone.

The first thing you did when you got back to your apartment after work was take your bra off and open the fridge. You settled for reheating Mac N’ Cheese, craving some comfort food after the last twenty-four hours of stress. You didn’t notice the little wrapped box sitting on the coffee table, until you plopped down on the couch. The box was rectangular and heavy, wrapped neatly in Happy Birthday wrapping paper. You carefully ripped the paper, exposing the newest smartphone on the market. You almost dropped it to fumble for the little card that was tucked in the box:

I can’t afford to escort you around the

city, but you’re too cute to leave helpless.

The password is Alexander Pope’s death.

~Zed

You smiled at the note despite the fact that it was written by a dangerous criminal who broke into your apartment and stole your phone. Despite everything, you unlocked the phone anyway and found that all of your contacts, photos, and applications had been transferred over. Reopening the card, you considered the name Zed. It was most likely an alias. Using your new phone, you googled “Zed in Los Santos”. The most likely result was a series of police reports linking Zed with various robberies as well as the Fake AH Crew. One of the articles had a picture included. The man had been caught on video robbing a gas station, and the man in the grainy image was definitely the same guy who had broken into your apartment. The new information did make the prior evening even more terrifying, but you figured you would never see Zed again. You didn’t have anything he would want.

Forty-three minutes. You had been sitting at the counter of one of the less seedy bars in Los Santos for forty-three minutes, waiting for a date that most likely wasn’t going to show. You hadn’t been on a date in years, which was supposedly some sort of social sin based on the way your coworker reacted. So, you had let yourself be set up on a blind date. Now you felt stupid, and slightly insulted, sitting alone at a bar in a nice black dress, playing games on your phone and drinking shitty beer. You were also sort of on edge due to the group of rowdy guys huddled around the pool table by the door. There was a woman with them, but she was obviously one of them. You pushed your finished beer away and checked the time. It was eight-ten; you weren’t comfortable being out alone after nine-thirty. You knew there was no point waiting around, but it was sort of nice being out of the apartment. You looked up as the bartender set a drink down in front of you. “Courtesy of Zed.” You startled at the name and fought the urge to jerk around and search for him. Instead, you brought the glass to your lips, pleased that he had sent you something decent to drink.

You left the bar after finishing the drink. It was closing in on ten o’clock which made you nervous, but you began your walk anyway. You were a few buildings down from the bar when you felt a hand gently grab your elbow. Jerking away, you lifted your bag to hit whoever had grabbed you. You thumped the man a few times in the chest with your purse before recognizing the bandana and the brown eyes. “Jesus, Zed.”

He seemed to perk up at the use of his alias. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to walk home alone. It’s not safe. You should take a cab.”

“That’s sweet, thank you.” You began walking, not wanting to be out on the street any longer than you had to.

“So, why were you all alone at a bar?”

“I got stood up.” You admitted. “Then you bought me a drink, but didn’t come to say hello.”

“I don’t really want my friends to know about you.”

“Yet you ditch them to walk me home?”

“I told them I was going to get something to eat.”

You decided to change the conversation. “So, is the bandana a crew thing?”

“No. They prefer masks, but masks mess up my hair.” Zed ran a hand through his hair. You laughed politely, but allowed yourself to appreciate the fluffy brown hair. The tips were a bit lighter, like it had been dyed. “You look very nice by the way.”

You blushed. “Thank you. I’m glad someone appreciated the work I put in.” You obnoxiously flipper your hair making Zed laugh.

“Did you know the guy?”

“No. He’s my coworker’s friend.” You noted that you were closing in on your apartment. You were a little sad that your walk was ending. “It’s not that big of a deal. I mostly agreed to humor her.”

“Really?” Zed inquired; his right eyebrow raising.

You didn’t know why you were being so open with Zed. He was a dangerous criminal, but he also seemed like a real person. “I’ve been single for over six months. I get a little lonely sometimes.” Zed walked you up to your apartment. “Thank you for walking me home. Even though you broke into my apartment, you made me feel safe.” You made it obvious that you were teasing. “Have a good evening Zed.” You suppressed the urge to kiss his cloth covered cheek before retreating into your apartment.

For the next month, you life returned to it’s calm state. Work ruled your life. Despite you coworker’s further pressing, you declined any other dates. You wouldn’t say you fell into a depression, but there was definitely a dullness that took over your life. If your landlord would have allowed it, you would have gotten a pet, probably a dog that would require you to leave the apartment for walks or get off the couch to play.

You were sitting on your couch eating a salad with limp lettuce and watching The Twilight Zone, when your living room window slid open. A short but wide shouldered man slid in before collapsing to the floor. You sprinted over, closing the window, and drawing the curtains The man rolled onto his back: “You’re Treyco’s girlfriend right?”

“Who?” You stepped back as the man got to his feet.

“I thought this was the right apartment.”

“The only criminal I know is Zed, and I haven’t seen him in over a month.”

“So you are her!” The man pumped his fist in the air. “Zed is Treyco.” He explained. “And, I’m Rimmy Tim, but you can call me Lil J. I’m Treyco’s best friend.”

“Umm, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I should be saying that to you.” Lil J followed you into the kitchen, where you began fixing yourself more salad since most of yours had ended up on the floor. “He hasn’t stopped talking about you, since he broke into your apartment to avoid the cops. God, it’s so annoying. ‘Oh Jeremy, she was so adorable. She’s so smart and she wears Batman boxers to bed. Her name is Y/N, and she works at a book store.” Lil J suddenly dropped the high pitched voice he had adopted. “it’s so gross. I just had to check you out.” You knew your face was bright red. You were flattered by the compliments, although it seemed like Zed or Treyco was stalking you. “I gotta’ admit; you are pretty cute.”

“Thank you?”

“Well, I’ve gotta’ run. See you around Y/N.” Lil J then walked out the front door.

The next morning you found a vase of flowers on your counter with a note that said:

Sorry about Lil J.

~Zed

You were in the middle of straightening the children’s books when the bell over the front entrance tinkled softly. “Welcome to Marlee’s Books. Holler if you need anything.” You called before peeking your head around the bookshelf. The most attractive man ever was looking at the display of new releases in the front. He was tall but not lanky. He wore light brown leather boots, fitted dark wash jeans, and a light gray jacket over a pale green shirt. His hair and the tips of his ears were tucked under a black beanie. He looked like a model. You hid back behind the stacks and internally screamed as you moved from the children’s section to non-fiction. A man that gorgeous probably already had a girlfriend.

“Hey.” You jumped at the voice that almost sounded familiar. “I was wondering if you had any Alexander Pope?” You nodded, quickly setting aside the books you were straightening and hurried out of the aisle. You didn’t make eye-contact with the man as he followed you through the store.

“All of our Neoclassical authors are in this area.” You stopped in front of the shelf housing works by Alexander Pope. “My personal favorite is The Complete Collection; it’s a little expensive, but it includes a partial biography and all of his literary criticisms. Most collections only include his poems and essays.”

“Thank you.” You took that as a dismissal and returned to the non-fiction section.

The man perused the store for more than an hour before approaching the counter. He had selected three books, one of which was the collection that you had recommended. “Did you find everything you were looking for?”

“Yes, thank you.” In a lapse of self-awareness, you made eye-contact with the man. He had brown eyes that looked like pools of melted dark chocolate.

“Your total is sixty-five forty-eight.” The man handed you a fancy black card with the name Trevor Collins engraved in gold on it. “Have a nice day Mr. Collins.”

“You too.”

The rest of your shift was uneventful. A few of the regulars came in to buy some of the new releases, but other than that the store was quiet. The lack of patrons allowed you to complete your duties earlier than usual. You vacuumed and dusted before clocking out and handing your keys to the closing manager. Knowing that you had no food in your apartment, you decided to stop by a Mexican place on the way home. Had you been paying attention, you wouldn’t have gone in. Gang territory disputes could happen anywhere at anytime. Sometimes they happened in the middle of the street. Sometimes they happened in a Mexican restaurant. You were immediately knocked over the head with the but of a gun and bound with rubber hosing. The gang member waived a gun in your face as a warning to be quiet, then they shoved you in the back. There were three employees in the back, all of which had been killed by a bullet to the forehead.

They seemed to have forgotten about you until the cops showed up. You were forced over bodies of the losing gang and pressed against the storefront window. A gun was pressed to your head. You could see about three cop cars and a handful of reporters with cameras outside of the restaurant. You wondered if they were live, if somewhere hot guy Trevor Collins, or criminal nice-guy Zed was watching you be used as a hostage. Everyone was yelling, but you weren’t understanding what was being said. You figured they were negotiating with your life.

Suddenly the window in front of you shattered, and the guy who had been holding you dropped with a bullet in his head. You had enough mind to fall onto your stomach as the night’s second shoot out occurred over your head. You curled into a ball and waited for the police to get you. You were put in an ambulance and taken to the hospital, but you were sent home before midnight.

You entered your apartment to find the hot guy Trevor Collins standing in your kitchen with a familiar bandana hanging around his neck. “I should have figured you were gorgeous.” You walked past Trevor to throw yourself onto the couch. “So, were you there or did you see it on the news?”

“I saw it on the news.” You felt the couch dip by your feet.

“Why are you here Zed, or Treyco, or Trevor, whoever you are right now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then leave!” You jerked into a sitting position. “You’re whole--I’m going to be everywhere for a week then disappear for a month--thing is incredibly confusing, especially with you detached but protective attitude. Either take me on a date or leave me alone!” Your stomach dropped as Trevor got up from the couch.

“You should probably take off work tomorrow. Tonight must have been really stressful.”

Despite you being unable to close your eyes without getting vivid flashbacks, you didn’t call into work. Your manager and coworkers who had seen the news sent you home, but you didn’t return to your apartment you hunkered down in a cafe around the corner. Alone was the worst thing for you at the moment. You stared into the black mil of your coffee. You couldn’t tell if Trevor had been hurt or angered by your outburst. He definitely closed himself off, but you hoped that didn’t mean he was leaving you alone. Bot that he owed you anything. Trevor was probably busy with criminal stuff; he didn’t need to be messing around with you. “You are supposed to be at home.” You looked up, a small smile gracing your lips at Trevor’s exasperated tone. “Do you mind if I sit?” You shook your head. “So, coffee shop?”

“Didn’t really want to be alone.” You admitted. “I’m sorry about last night. That was out of line.”

“No, I needed to hear it.” Trevor looked down into his own coffee. “I like you a lot; I was just unsure what with my profession, but I talked to some friends, and I would really like to take you on a date.”

“Does this count?” You asked, nudging Trevor’s cup with your own.

“Only if you let me buy your next one.”

“I think we can make that happen.”

#trevor collins imagine #fahc trevor #reader insert

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