#I AM SO LOST. I FEEL LIKE THR WORLD IS BLOWING UP RIGHT NOW. IM JUST GONNA WATCH THE VODS WHEN I WANT AND SLOWLY GO INSANE

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hi different anon here! but what if spencer had to take a mandatory arts class of some kind for his degree (i don’t know how caltech or phd courses work but we’re going to ignore that) and he’s getting super frustrated because he’s so good at all of his other academic classes but he just! can’t! figure! out! the arts!!! but then reader is in the same class as him and notices that he’s struggling so they offer to help him out?

it’s kind of a role reversal of the usual spencer-tutors-reader in college (because he’s a genius so it’s an obvious [and very good!] dynamic)

and bonus points if it’s a pottery class and they have a “ghost” moment 🙈🙈 (reader is obv patrick swayze 🤤) but make it any medium you want! or even a music class!! up to you my dear <3

ok for some reason i immedaitely thought of finger painting but. have decided against that

idk how art classes work either but if it’s anything like art was in school then you’re kind of left to you own devices? so let’s go with that. it’s fiction babey!

this was meant to be headcanons/random concepts but turned in a messy blurb so it’s under read more

he loves art and isn’t so bummed out that he has to take the class because - again - he likes it But the issue is he likes Looking at it, Not creating it. he’s got jiggly hands that squirm and twitch without his consent constantly and that doesn’t bode well for drawing fine details and intricate patterns, so he’s hoping because it’s an introductory course it’ll be. maybe more theory than anything else? or at least just basic tools and mediums so he can struggle through with a grimace from the professor

he ends up with /oil/ paints though and he’s looking from the bowl of fruit to his easel to thr OIL PAINTS and derek is there, in spirit, going hahahaha good luck pretty boy! and spencer Could ask to change the type of paint he’s using but he’s awkward and so. grits his teeth and goes. alrighty this is it this is life im using oil paints, something notoriously difficult for a beginner, which is what i am, a beginner, and i am now putting these expensive paints to this expensive easel with my inexperienced hands-

and you’ve been watching him since he stepped in, because he’s pretty, and now you’re grimacing cause Oh Boy he does not know what he’s doing and he’s. he’s breaking the paintbrushes. you can hear the bristles cracking from across the room.

spencer would’ve noticed you if he wasn’t so Humiliated (he, too, easily notices pretty people) so when you creep up behind him and say, “oil paints are difficult, aren’t they?” in this understanding voice that he follows with his head, his first thought is- oh, so to top it all off a piece of art has come to life? this is where we are now?

he does that thing where he forces out a little breath along with a small smile and goes, “ah, yeah. i didn’t want to ask for something else, so,” and weakly lifts the palette in his hand as if to say, it is what it is.

“i could help, if you’d like?”

and he agrees cause he’s eager to learn! and you, a masterful artistic genius, blow him away with not only your knowledge (you’re into the theory kind of stuff too and at one point he jolts himself, realises he was staring at you with his mouth open, and deeeeep down wishes someone would think of him the way he thinks of you when you ramble) but your actual skills too! and you’re a great teacher! patient, understanding, and did he say patient? because he has painted a damn sky at least 15 times and every time he Somehow makes clouds look phallic and you just go hehe :) and he’s like I love u (internally)

several weeks in, when you and spencer have become arty friends, the subject turns to drawing people rather than objects - you tell him getting people /right/ is something you struggle with yet you love doodling your friends and family in your sketchbook. the first body spencer draws (that isn’t a stick man) is done in crayons, which he’s found is the medium that works best for him (only when the crayon is properly wrapped. because the waxy feel of them Freaks him out)

you help him learn about drawing anatomy while he tells you /about/ anatomy, he attempts to sketch a hand and it’s so odd looking he laughs so hard he CRIES and you finally convince him to try charcoal, your personal favourite

it’s messy and gets everywhere (spencer opens his mouth to complain about his expensive grey cardigan but then- the little mark is a physical representation of this memory between you and him, huddled close together as you both draw aimlessly in your sketchbook, and the mark feels more like a blessing) but spencer ends up agreeing that charcoal sketches look the best.

then he sees something he shouldn’t have.

you’re talking about how you sketch your family all the time - there’s several of your roommates and your pets and a sheep u saw this one time - then there’s...someone oddly familiar? that he catches a glimpse of? and before he can think he goes “wait-“ opens that page and it’s him. him, standing too close to an easel with his tongue slightly poking out in concentration and it’s a charcoal sketch of him from last week.

you’re embarrassed. “that’s weird, im sorry-“

“you make me look good” he tells you, smiling sweetly, and you’re convinced it’s just to comfort you but you’re too glad he isn’t filing a restraining order you let it slide

i mean. have you seen his face? how can anyone look at that and not want to start chiselling marble?

then he gets secretive, weird, a little odd and definitely is avoiding you. he paints and draws with his back to you, still talks to you but over his shoulder and can never really look you in the eyes. you think this is it and that the sweetheart you’ve come to see as more than a friend is Done with you, because you’re a CREEP, and then after a weekend of silence on his end this happens:

while you’re getting your stuff ready, he walks up silently and slides a small sketchbook in front of you. you stare at it, wondering what it’s for, and he nods at it and tells you to open it. when you go to, he stops you-

“a-actually, let me give you a page to start on-“

when he manhandles the book his hands brush yours, his already bright red cheeks get redder, and you bite your tongue so you don’t sigh dreamily.

he’s drawn you.

it’s not perfect and kind of not pretty - a lot of harsh edges and weird shading - but you can tell its you. it’s you, drawn by him, probably from memory, and he’s drawn little hearts around your head because he’s the cutest? evidently?

“it’s really bad, but i thought-“ you look directly at him, making him freeze. he’s got a little charcoal just under his eye. unabashedly, you reach up and wipe it away, hand remaining at the side of his face when you’re done. “i thought you deserve to feel how i felt when you drew me.”

“and how did you feel?”

he gulps. “loved.”

all you can do in the Classroom you’re in is beam sickeningly sweet at one another, lost in your own world while there’s a wordless exchange. the rest of the sketchbook is full of half attempts at sketching you - in different positions, with different expressions, some with a full head while others are half a face. some of them are hilarious, but they’re all made with the purest intentions. “i love it.”

and when you share a look then, you don’t need to verbally say what comes next just yet.

(and. yes. the second you see a pottery class is available you drag him and Make him sit between your legs and he’s never blushed so much in his life the teacher asks if he needs air. at one point you think it’d be funny to peck his neck and the shiver it sends through him is so shocking your mould on the wheel is squished between his hands)

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #ask #long post #this was supposed to be short #and turned into this shit thing #that's why it feels rushed (more rushed than usual)

[im-tops-bottom]

Tony: *drops to the ground to try and pick up Steve* no I'm not letting you go out like this. Come on buddy we haven't even had our post civil war argument. Don't do this to me Rogers *way too exhausted he just rests his hands in the floor next to Steve and leans over*

Steve: *smiles up at Tony* god have I ever told you how beautiful you are? Cuz you are?

Tony: this is no time for joking Steve.

Steve: lean down for me I wanna tell you something

Tony: *leans down so his face is close to Steve's* yeah?

Steve: I love you Tony. Always have, always will

Tony: but what about Bucky? And the civil war?

Steve: Bucky may be my home but you are my heart. *Lifts his up and kisses Tony before he leans his head back down*

Tony: *chokes as tears fall free* Steve

Steve: kiss me back my genius

Tony: *kisses him as the building they are in starts blowing up and collapsing around them. Flames and Sparks flying everywhere*

Steve: *smiles into the kiss before his eyes slowly close and he takes his final breath*

Tony: *sobs as he rests his face onto Steve's chest*

*the floor underneath Steve and Tony collapses*

Tony: *suits up and tries to grab Steve but misses* STEVE NO! *He is about to fly after him but one of his legs get caught. He looks up to see Bucky has a hold of his ankle. He tries to break free but Bucky just grabs onto his own ankle* I HAVE TO SAVE STEVE!

Bucky: *uses all his strength to back and send him flying to the ground near him*

Tony: *tries to get passed him* I have to save him Bucky! Please!

Bucky: I can't let you do that Tony! He chose this path! Now let's go

Tony: no! IM NOT LEAVING STEVE!

Bucky: *holds tight onto Tony* Tony we are leaving! He made his choice to save the world! The building is collapsing and I ain't risking anymore lives!

Tony: give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot your arm off again, beat you with it and then go down there and get him

Bucky: because he isn't the only one that is in love with you

Tony: what?

Bucky: *leans down and kisses Tony like his life depends on it*

*more explosions happen which causes more hazards. Sparks appear around the two*

Bucky: *pulls back as he feels more of the ground around them collapse* Steve may be my home but you are my heart

Tony: Steve said that too

Bucky: *laughs* damn he beat me to it

Tony: Im still going down there

Bucky: tony no! I already lost one person I care about, I don't wanna lose another. I can't lose you Tony.

Tony: I can't. It's Steve. How do you know he's not dead

Bucky: because one of Thanos' lackies created an antiserum. Steve won't be able to heal

Tony: WHAT!?! AND HE STILL DECIDED TO GO UP AGAINST- NO NONO I AM GOING DOWN THERE RIGHT NOW AND GETTING HIM!

Bucky: Tony I said no! We had a chat before you came. We decided that if one of us were to die the other was gonna look after you and that's what I'm doing!

Tony: I'm not leaving him Bucky! I'm sure there is someone out there that can save him! Loki?

Bucky; dead

Tony: Stephen

Bucky: dead

Tony: Thor's still alive! I'm sure if we can just take him to a-

Bucky: they are all dead! There's nothing either of us can do!

Tony: I ain't giving him!

Bucky: *rips the chest pest off the suit causing it unravel thr rest of the around Tony's body that was covered and deactivating. He throws Tony over his shoulder as he makes his way out of what's still standing of the building*

Tony: *starts kicking and screaming as he sobs and pleads for Bucky to not do this*

Bucky: *starts crying as he races out* I'm sorry Stevie! We'll avenge you!

#uhhhhhhhhhhh #whoops? #stuckony #kind of #well shit #i did it again