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eyrieofsynapses · 4 months

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why Aurora's art is genius

It's break for me, and I've been meaning to sit down and read the Aurora webcomic (https://comicaurora.com/, @comicaurora on Tumblr) for quite a bit. So I did that over the last few days.

And… y'know. I can't actually say "I should've read this earlier," because otherwise I would've been up at 2:30-3am when I had responsibilities in the morning and I couldn't have properly enjoyed it, but. Holy shit guys THIS COMIC.

I intended to just do a generalized "hello this is all the things I love about this story," and I wrote a paragraph or two about art style. …and then another. And another. And I realized I needed to actually reference things so I would stop being too vague. I was reading the comic on my tablet or phone, because I wanted to stay curled up in my chair, but I type at a big monitor and so I saw more details… aaaaaand it turned into its own giant-ass post.

SO. Enjoy a few thousand words of me nerding out about this insanely cool art style and how fucking gorgeous this comic is? (There are screenshots, I promise it isn't just a wall of text.) In my defense, I just spent two semesters in graphic design classes focusing on the Adobe Suite, so… I get to be a nerd about pretty things…???

All positive feedback btw! No downers here. <3

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I cannot emphasize enough how much I love the beautiful, simple stylistic method of drawing characters and figures. It is absolutely stunning and effortless and utterly graceful—it is so hard to capture the sheer beauty and fluidity of the human form in such a fashion. Even a simple outline of a character feels dynamic! It's gorgeous!

Though I do have a love-hate relationship with this, because my artistic side looks at that lovely simplicity, goes "I CAN DO THAT!" and then I sit down and go to the paper and realize that no, in fact, I cannot do that yet, because that simplicity is born of a hell of a lot of practice and understanding of bodies and actually is really hard to do. It's a very developed style that only looks simple because the artist knows what they're doing. The human body is hard to pull off, and this comic does so beautifully and makes it look effortless.

Also: line weight line weight line weight. It's especially important in simplified shapes and figures like this, and hoo boy is it used excellently. It's especially apparent the newer the pages get—I love watching that improvement over time—but with simpler figures and lines, you get nice light lines to emphasize both smaller details, like in the draping of clothing and the curls of hair—which, hello, yes—and thicker lines to emphasize bigger and more important details and silhouettes. It's the sort of thing that's essential to most illustrations, but I wanted to make a note of it because it's so vital to this art style.

THE USE OF LAYER BLENDING MODES OH MY GODS. (...uhhh, apologies to the people who don't know what that means, it's a digital art program thing? This article explains it for beginners.)

Bear with me, I just finished my second Photoshop course, I spent months and months working on projects with this shit so I see the genius use of Screen and/or its siblings (of which there are many—if I say "Screen" here, assume I mean the entire umbrella of Screen blending modes and possibly Overlay) and go nuts, but seriously it's so clever and also fucking gorgeous:

Firstly: the use of screened-on sound effect words over an action? A "CRACK" written over a branch and then put on Screen in glowy green so that it's subtle enough that it doesn't disrupt the visual flow, but still sticks out enough to make itself heard? Little "scritches" that are transparent where they're laid on without outlines to emphasize the sound without disrupting the underlying image? FUCK YES. I haven't seen this done literally anywhere else—granted, I haven't read a massive amount of comics, but I've read enough—and it is so clever and I adore it. Examples:

Secondly: The beautiful lighting effects. The curling leaves, all the magic, the various glowing eyes, the fog, the way it's all so vividly colored but doesn't burn your eyeballs out—a balance that's way harder to achieve than you'd think—and the soft glows around them, eeeee it's so pretty so pretty SO PRETTY. Not sure if some of these are Outer/Inner Glow/Shadow layer effects or if it's entirely hand-drawn, but major kudos either way; I can see the beautiful use of blending modes and I SALUTE YOUR GENIUS.

I keep looking at some of this stuff and go "is that a layer effect or is it done by hand?" Because you can make some similar things with the Satin layer effect in Photoshop (I don't know if other programs have this? I'm gonna have to find out since I won't have access to PS for much longer ;-;) that resembles some of the swirly inner bits on some of the lit effects, but I'm not sure if it is that or not. Or you could mask over textures? There's... many ways to do it.

If done by hand: oh my gods the patience, how. If done with layer effects: really clever work that knows how to stop said effects from looking wonky, because ugh those things get temperamental. If done with a layer of texture that's been masked over: very, very good masking work. No matter the method, pretty shimmers and swirly bits inside the bigger pretty swirls!

Next: The way color contrast is used! I will never be over the glowy green-on-black Primordial Life vibes when Alinua gets dropped into that… unconscious space?? with Life, for example, and the sharp contrast of vines and crack and branches and leaves against pitch black is just visually stunning. The way the roots sink into the ground and the three-dimensional sensation of it is particularly badass here:

Friggin. How does this imply depth like that. HOW. IT'S SO FREAKING COOL.

A huge point here is also color language and use! Everybody has their own particular shade, generally matching their eyes, magic, and personality, and I adore how this is used to make it clear who's talking or who's doing an action. That was especially apparent to me with Dainix and Falst in the caves—their colors are both fairly warm, but quite distinct, and I love how this clarifies who's doing what in panels with a lot of action from both of them. There is a particular bit that stuck out to me, so I dug up the panels (see this page and the following one https://comicaurora.com/aurora/1-20-30/):

(Gods it looks even prettier now that I put it against a plain background. Also, appreciation to Falst for managing a bridal-carry midair, damn.)

The way that their colors MERGE here! And the immense attention to detail in doing so—Dainix is higher up than Falst is in the first panel, so Dainix's orange fades into Falst's orange at the base. The next panel has gold up top and orange on bottom; we can't really tell in that panel where each of them are, but that's carried over to the next panel—

—where we now see that Falst's position is raised above Dainix's due to the way he's carrying him. (Points for continuity!) And, of course, we see the little "huffs" flowing from orange to yellow over their heads (where Dainix's head is higher than Falst's) to merge the sound of their breathing, which is absurdly clever because it emphasizes to the viewer how we hear two sets of huffing overlaying each other, not one. Absolutely brilliant.

(A few other notes of appreciation to that panel: beautiful glows around them, the sparks, the jagged silhouette of the spider legs, the lovely colors that have no right to make the area around a spider corpse that pretty, the excellent texturing on the cave walls plus perspective, the way Falst's movements imply Dainix's hefty weight, the natural posing of the characters, their on-point expressions that convey exactly how fuckin terrifying everything is right now, the slight glows to their eyes, and also they're just handsome boys <3)

Next up: Rain!!!! So well done! It's subtle enough that it never ever disrupts the impact of the focal point, but evident enough you can tell! And more importantly: THE MIST OFF THE CHARACTERS. Rain does this irl, it has that little vapor that comes off you and makes that little misty effect that plays with lighting, it's so cool-looking and here it's used to such pretty effect!

One of the panel captions says something about it blurring out all the injuries on the characters but like THAT AIN'T TOO BIG OF A PROBLEM when it gets across the environmental vibes, and also that'd be how it would look in real life too so like… outside viewer's angle is the same as the characters', mostly? my point is: that's the environment!!! that's the vibes, that's the feel! It gets it across and it does so in the most pretty way possible!

And another thing re: rain, the use of it to establish perspective, particularly in panels like this—

—where we can tell we're looking down at Tynan due to the perspective on the rain and where it's pointing. Excellent. (Also, kudos for looking down and emphasizing how Tynan's losing his advantage—lovely use of visual storytelling.)

Additionally, the misting here:

We see it most heavily in the leftmost panel, where it's quite foggy as you would expect in a rainstorm, especially in an environment with a lot of heat, but it's also lightly powdered on in the following two panels and tends to follow light sources, which makes complete sense given how light bounces off particles in the air.

A major point of strength in these too is a thorough understanding of lighting, like rim lighting, the various hues and shades, and an intricate understanding of how light bounces off surfaces even when they're in shadow (we'll see a faint glow in spots where characters are half in shadow, but that's how it would work in real life, because of how light bounces around).

Bringing some of these points together: the fluidity of the lines in magic, and the way simple glowing lines are used to emphasize motion and the magic itself, is deeply clever. I'm basically pulling at random from panels and there's definitely even better examples, but here's one (see this page https://comicaurora.com/aurora/1-16-33/):

First panel, listed in numbers because these build on each other:

The tension of the lines in Tess's magic here. This works on a couple levels: first, the way she's holding her fists, as if she's pulling a rope taut.

The way there's one primary line, emphasizing the rope feeling, accompanied by smaller ones.

The additional lines starbursting around her hands, to indicate the energy crackling in her hands and how she's doing a good bit more than just holding it. (That combined with the fists suggests some tension to the magic, too.) Also the variations in brightness, a feature you'll find in actual lightning. :D Additional kudos for how the lightning sparks and breaks off the metal of the sword.

A handful of miscellaneous notes on the second panel:

The reflection of the flames in Erin's typically dark blue eyes (which bears a remarkable resemblance to Dainix, incidentally—almost a thematic sort of parallel given Erin's using the same magic Dainix specializes in?)

The flowing of fabric in the wind and associated variation in the lineart

The way Erin's tattoos interact with the fire he's pulling to his hand

The way the rain overlays some of the fainter areas of fire (attention! to! detail! hell yeah!)

I could go on. I won't because this is a lot of writing already.

Third panel gets paragraphs, not bullets:

Erin's giant-ass "FWOOM" of fire there, and the way the outline of the word is puffy-edged and gradated to feel almost three-dimensional, plus once again using Screen or a variation on it so that the stars show up in the background. All this against that stunning plume of fire, which ripples and sparks so gorgeously, and the ending "om" of the onomatopoeia is emphasized incredibly brightly against that, adding to the punch of it and making the plume feel even brighter.

Also, once again, rain helping establish perspective, especially in how it's very angular in the left side of the panel and then slowly becomes more like a point to the right to indicate it's falling directly down on the viewer. Add in the bright, beautiful glow effects, fainter but no less important black lines beneath them to emphasize the sky and smoke and the like, and the stunningly beautiful lighting and gradated glows surrounding Erin plus the lightning jagging up at him from below, and you get one hell of an impactful panel right there. (And there is definitely more in there I could break down, this is just a lot already.)

And in general: The colors in this? Incredible. The blues and purples and oranges and golds compliment so well, and it's all so rich.

Like, seriously, just throughout the whole comic, the use of gradients, blending modes, color balance and hues, all the things, all the things, it makes for the most beautiful effects and glows and such a rich environment. There's a very distinct style to this comic in its simplified backgrounds (which I recognize are done partly because it's way easier and also backgrounds are so time-consuming dear gods but lemme say this) and vivid, smoothly drawn characters; the simplicity lets them come to the front and gives room for those beautiful, richly saturated focal points, letting the stylized designs of the magic and characters shine. The use of distinct silhouettes is insanely good. Honestly, complex backgrounds might run the risk of making everything too visually busy in this case. It's just, augh, so GORGEOUS.

Another bit, take a look at this page (https://comicaurora.com/aurora/1-15-28/):

It's not quite as evident here as it is in the next page, but this one does some other fun things so I'm grabbing it. Points:

Once again, using different colors to represent different character actions. The "WHAM" of Kendal hitting the ground is caused by Dainix's force, so it's orange (and kudos for doubling the word over to add a shake effect). But we see blue layered underneath, which could be an environmental choice, but might also be because it's Kendal, whose color is blue.

And speaking off, take a look at the right-most panel on top, where Kendal grabs the spear: his motion is, again, illustrated in bright blue, versus the atmospheric screened-on orange lines that point toward him around the whole panel (I'm sure these have a name, I think they might be more of a manga thing though and the only experience I have in manga is reading a bit of Fullmetal Alchemist). Those lines emphasize the weight of the spear being shoved at him, and their color tells us Dainix is responsible for it.

One of my all-time favorite effects in this comic is the way cracks manifest across Dainix's body to represent when he starts to lose control; it is utterly gorgeous and wonderfully thematic. These are more evident in the page before and after this one, but you get a decent idea here. I love the way they glow softly, the way the fire juuuust flickers through at the start and then becomes more evident over time, and the cracks feel so realistic, like his skin is made of pottery. Additional points for how fire begins to creep into his hair.

A small detail that's generally consistent across the comic, but which I want to make note of here because you can see it pretty well: Kendal's eyes glow about the same as the jewel in his sword, mirroring his connection to said sword and calling back to how the jewel became Vash's eye temporarily and thus was once Kendal's eye. You can always see this connection (though there might be some spots where this also changes in a symbolic manner; I went through it quickly on the first time around, so I'll pay more attention when I inevitably reread this), where Kendal's always got that little shine of blue in his eyes the same as the jewel. It's a beautiful visual parallel that encourages the reader to subconsciously link them together, especially since the lines used to illustrate character movements typically mirror their eye color. It's an extension of Kendal.

Did I mention how ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL the colors in this are?

Also, the mythological/legend-type scenes are illustrated in familiar style often used for that type of story, a simple and heavily symbolic two-dimensional cave-painting-like look. They are absolutely beautiful on many levels, employing simple, lovely gradients, slightly rougher and thicker lineart that is nonetheless smoothly beautiful, and working with clear silhouettes (a major strength of this art style, but also a strength in the comic overall). But in particular, I wanted to call attention to a particular thing (see this page https://comicaurora.com/aurora/1-12-4/):

The flowing symbolic lineart surrounding each character. This is actually quite consistent across characters—see also Life's typical lines and how they curl:

What's particularly interesting here is how these symbols are often similar, but not the same. Vash's lines are always smooth, clean curls, often playing off each other and echoing one another like ripples in a pond. You'd think they'd look too similar to Life's—but they don't. Life's curl like vines, and they remain connected; where one curve might echo another but exist entirely detached from each other in Vash's, Life's lines still remain wound together, because vines are continuous and don't float around. :P

Tahraim's are less continuous, often breaking up with significantly smaller bits and pieces floating around like—of course—sparks, and come to sharper points. These are also constants: we see the vines repeated over and over in Alinua's dreams of Life, and the echoing ripples of Vash are consistent wherever we encounter him. Kendal's dream of the ghost citizens of the city of Vash in the last few chapters is filled with these rippling, echoing patterns, to beautiful effect (https://comicaurora.com/aurora/1-20-14/):

They ripple and spiral, often in long, sinuous curves, with smooth elegance. It reminds me a great deal of images of space and sine waves and the like. This establishes a definite feel to these different characters and their magic. And the thing is, that's not something that had to be done—the colors are good at emphasizing who's who. But it was done, and it adds a whole other dimension to the story. Whenever you're in a deity's domain, you know whose it is no matter the color.

Regarding that shape language, I wanted to make another note, too—Vash is sometimes described as chaotic and doing what he likes, which is interesting to me, because smooth, elegant curves and the color blue aren't generally associated with chaos. So while Vash might behave like that on the surface, I'm guessing he's got a lot more going on underneath; he's probably much more intentional in his actions than you'd think at a glance, and he is certainly quite caring with his city. The other thing is that this suits Kendal perfectly. He's a paragon character; he is kind, virtuous, and self-sacrificing, and often we see him aiming to calm others and keep them safe. Blue is such a good color for him. There is… probably more to this, but I'm not deep enough in yet to say.

And here's the thing: I'm only scratching the surface. There is so much more here I'm not covering (color palettes! outfits! character design! environment! the deities! so much more!) and a lot more I can't cover, because I don't have the experience; this is me as a hobbyist artist who happened to take a couple design classes because I wanted to. The art style to this comic is so clever and creative and beautiful, though, I just had to go off about it. <3

...brownie points for getting all the way down here? Have a cookie.

#aurora comic #aurora webcomic #comicaurora #art analysis #...I hope those are the right tags???#new fandom new tagging practices to learn ig #much thanks for something to read while I try to rest my wrists. carpal tunnel BAD. (ignore that I wrote this I've got braces ok it's fine)#anyway! I HAVE. MANY MORE THOUGHTS. ON THE STORY ITSELF. THIS LOVELY STORY #also a collection of reactions to a chunk of the comic before I hit the point where I was too busy reading to write anything down #idk how to format those tho #...yeet them into one post...???#eh I usually don't go off this much these days but this seems like a smaller tight-knit fandom so... might as well help build it?#and I have a little more time thanks to break so #oh yes also shoutout to my insanely awesome professor for teaching me all the technical stuff from this he is LOVELY #made an incredibly complex program into something comprehensible <3 #synapse talks

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euaphoric · 10 months

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୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ pairing — painter!jungkook x f!reader, best friends to lovers

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ warnings — fluff, diet smut, body painting, jk is such a sweetie pie (Uᴖ⋏ᴖU) <33, jk loves boobies hehe

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he told you this would only take an hour max, but here you are 2.5 hours later still sitting in the same position that you were obligated not to move from. “koo, how much longer is this gonna take?” you sigh out of boredom, hugging your legs while your head rests between your knees. jungkook was taking his sweet little time with this painting, he needed everything to be absolutely perfection. he really thought an hour was all he needed but during the process he realized his eye for detail was much more critical than usual. “just stay still and look pretty for a tad bit more please, almost done i swear.” he says, darting eyes focused solely on the creation he’s making in front of him. gliding his brush along your spine, the softness of the bristles struck you with a tingly sensation from the paint he was layering onto your back. you were letting him use you as his final art project, he wanted to deviate from the norm and use a human body as his canvas and who wouldn’t be more perfect for that then his beautiful best friend? he’s known you for years, since as long as you both could remember, even going so far as to attending the same university. as time went on you’ve grown to be more than comfortable with him; but this was on another level of intimate. you felt too exposed with your bare back facing him but he didn’t make you feel weird about it which put your mind at ease. you were completely at his disposal to fulfill the vision he wanted and you couldn’t let him down no matter what. you’re not quite sure how you ended up agreeing to this but he was pretty good at convincing you to do things for him. “you’ve said that for the gazillionth time now, im getting hungryyy.” you whine. “shh, you’ll get to eat soon! i told you i would treat you to a meal right after this didn’t i? patience is key sugarplum.” there he goes with that damn nickname, he used to say it to make you cringe but now you find yourself endeared by the term. he took his angled brush to pick up a shade of lilac, adding a grey-ish pale blue tint to it, fluorescent pigments of yellows and oranges adorned your bleak skin.

surprisingly you didn’t mind this at all (minus you being super hungry), you didn’t mind the feeling of the brush against you, it was almost relaxing in a way. he was being really gentle with you as he promised, he didn’t talk much during it since he was so highly engrossed in his artistic endeavors. at least he was kind enough to play music in the background, you softly hummed the lyrics to ‘nights’ by frank ocean. you had no clue what the end result will be be and the wait was only getting longer and longer, the curiosity was killing you. “okay, donee you’re free to go now bub.” he announces, “you did so great for me!” giving you a head pat with traces of dry paint still on his fingers. “whoo! fucking finally, i’ve been starving!” you attempt to leap off the bed but he pulls you by the arm “wait, wait need to take some pics first!” he says, stopping you from going any further. he pulls out his phone to snap a few shots of his artwork, “this is probably the most beautiful piece i’ve ever done by far, thank you so much for letting me do this with you y/n.” you giggle at his immense amount of gratitude he was showing, “of course kook, that’s what homies are for right?” “right, homies…” his voice sounding a bit sulky when he said that. “can i see the photo you took?” you ask, you’ve been waiting for this reveal since he’s talked about it. he nods and hands you his phone, “let me know what you think.” your eyes set on the screen in front of you, it was no secret he was a highly talented artist but this was absolutely absurd. you couldn’t believe how intricate and beautifully he was able to capture such an image — his work was otherworldly astonishing. the scenery was of a deep indigo sea below the falling sunset, blends of periwinkle, magenta, and ivory in the sky; the silhouette of a woman’s body in the forefront, looking off into the distance. it was better than anything you’d expected, his work deserved its own showcase within itself.

“wow koo this is…” you had trouble finding the right words to even praise him, “this is stunning, how are you so talented at literally everything you do?” he chuckled, “thanks love and i’m only good at it because i practiced a lot over time, i wouldn’t have been able to do this without you though sugarplum.” he uses that little name yet again. “so, when can i put my shirt back on…?” you wonder, feeling a tiny bit awkward still covering your chest. “it’s still drying, it’ll dry fast though just give it like 5 more minutes sweetheart.” what the hell is his problem today, what’s with all the pet names all of a sudden? you turn to face him, a wide smile plastered on his face as he still looks at the photos. you could sense how proud he was through his mannerisms, you could read him like a book. “you know what i’ve always wanted to paint on?” he asks you, glancing up from his phone. “what?” “breasts, they’re so pretty!” of course he’d say that, your best friend could be a total perv sometimes. you slap his arm playfully after that comment, “you’re such a dork!” “yeah but i’m your dork.” he smirks. he was so cute it hurts. “could i try painting on yours?” he wasn’t meant to actually say that out loud. you paused for a minute, thinking whether or not he’s just joking with you but by the tone of his voice it didn’t sound like he was. “you.. wanna paint on my boobs?” you definitely understood him the first time but shock was getting the best of you. “pretty much, yeah.” he openly admits, “only if you’re comfortable with it though of course!” he felt his cheeks get hotter the more he talks. “i mean- this won’t be weird for you at all? you’re my best friend.” i guess now was a good time to finally come out with it, “i love you y/n.” “awe, i love you too koo.” “no, no, not like that… for fucks sake i’ve been in love with you for so many years!” there was no use in hiding it anymore, it was either this or live the rest of his life in pain and suffering. “and you’re just telling me this now?” you said, dumbfounded by his confession. “you didn’t ever think it was obvious? i was waiting for the right moment but it just never came.. well, until now.”

you should’ve known all along if you’d actually paid attention but your oblivious nature would blind you to believe it be something else. he’s always been your ideal type, even though you’ve never explicitly said it, you know once you do this there’s no turning back. “okay, i’ll let you paint on them.” “wait- really?” his eyes lit up with solar systems in them, feeling like he just struck rare gold. you nod, slowly unveiling your arms from covering your chest. jungkook watches you in awe, he thinks you were handcrafted by the angels above themselves, everyday you manage to make him fall even harder. you were sat near the edge of bed as he admires your figure, taking in the very sight of your raw beauty. “you’re so gorgeous y/n..” he husks, grabbing your hand to pepper butterfly kisses along them, all the way up to your arm. “everything about you is art to me.” he brought you closer in his distance, pulling you into a deep kiss as he gropes your thigh. your hands wander down his back while holding you firmly, sliding his fingers gracefully up and down. giggling into his mouth from the ticklish feeling on your thighs, taking that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in. in this moment, you still couldn’t believe you’re kissing your best friend, but oddly enough it felt natural. you both stayed like that for ages, kissing and enjoying the way you both taste, this all feels like a fever dream to him. once jungkook pulled away he left both you and him breathless, panting heavy as he brings his hands to fiddle with your perked breasts. he sensed a second pulse in his pants, it didn’t take much for him to be turned on by you at all. “so perfect..” he breathes against your neck tauntingly, “just for me.” he’s always loved physical touch but this was foreign to you, you’ve never imagined the hands of your best friend wrapped around your breasts, playing with them and sucking on your hard nipples. cute moans escape your mouth from it being agape, you run your fingers through his blonde mane as you look down at him taking your whole titty in his mouth. he looks so pretty underneath you. when he breaks away your chest glistens with his spit and saliva, however, it’ll soon be covered up with more paint.

jungkook found you so breathtaking. that’s why he scrambled to the idea of making you a part of his art project, he wanted to create something unique and special to him. after you’ve been making out for what seemed like hours, he shifted his attention back to the task at hand. he grabbed his palette with premium paints and squeezes just enough out to make sure none of the colors goes to waste. he dips his inked finger into the fiery crimson hue, applying the cold substance to your left breast, making you yelp. he smirks, biting his lip at your etherealness. he twirls his finger around your nipple, creating intricate patterns with the saturated varnish. you’ve never felt more beautiful, his love for art and you combined gave him a life worth living. another color gets added to the mix, a bright turquoise, this time dragging his fingers across the side of your non painted chest. you shiver from his touch easily, the sensitivity of it all being too much for you. your eyes close at the feeling, vibrational frequencies leave your whole body quivering. “fuck koo…” you moan as every molecule in you feels shaky. “yes sugarplum?” he asks, looking up at you with doe eyes. “i love when you call me that..” your breathy pants were giving jungkook all the more reason to want to smother you right now. “i’ll always call you that beloved, don’t worry.” he assures, “and to think you used hate that nickname, tchh i knew you secretly liked when i called you that.” his fingers smear more bold paint onto your breasts, he could do this all day if he could. the sounds of your moans coexisting with the music was a harmony in heaven. jungkook loved you so much it hurt, “you mean so much to me, you have no idea..” he said, placing another kiss to your delicate lips, “i’m beyond crazy about you y/n, i’ll do anything for you.” his lips travel over to your chin, pecking the sides. “hmm really, anything?” you question the validity, watching him mix more colors together. “yes babydoll.” he coos, eager for your response. “oki, i’ll tell you but you’ll have to feed me first— then want you to paint something else after.”

@genkima ִֶָꨄˎˊ˗

#jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook x reader #jungkook x female reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #bts smut #bts x reader #bts imagines #jk smut #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook imagines

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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months

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Flufftober Day 14 | My favorite piece of art

Pairing | Avenger!Best friend!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Best friend!Fem!Reader

Word count | ~ 780 words

Summary You've been trying to get Bucky to model for you for the longest time. When he finally agrees, you decide to go all out and make a beautiful painting of him to highlight everything you love about him. When he sees the end result, he can't help but joke about it, but deep inside, he's very moved and touched that you did this for him.

Warning(s) None.

A/n This one shot is written for day 14 of my Flufftober 2023 Challenge! I want to give my undying love, thanks, and firstborn child to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this on such short, SHORT notice. You're an angel, and I appreciate you more than you know. 🧡

Events Flufftober 2023 | 14. ''I hate it'' - ''No you don't'' | @flufftober

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF credit: the owner

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Drawing and painting have been your passion ever since you were a kid, and before you were on the path of becoming an Avenger, you were supposed to go to art school to live your dream.

Now, it is something you enjoy doing between missions in your downtime, and because of this, you have found a great friend in Steve. You two often chat about new supplies you got, or you give each other inspiration, and it's something you two have bonded over.

What you didn't expect, however, is that you would become the best of friends with Bucky. He was permanently closed off and didn't let anyone in besides Steve.

But when he joined the Avengers after you, you were constantly paired on missions together, and one thing led to another.

Right now, you are trying to convince your best friend to sit and model for a painting because you've been dying to put his beautiful features on a canvas.

''C'mon, it won't take long! Just one afternoon, and then it's finished. You would help me out if you did it! Pleeeeeaaaaaseeeee?' you said with the most prominent puppy eyes you can muster.

Bucky has always had a soft spot for you, and of course, the man can't say no to you. He's not made of stone, after all.

''Alright, but it'll stay between us! I don't want to see it anywhere other than your studio,'' he says with a sigh, and you pull him into a big hug while you squeal excitedly.

''Thank you, thank you, thank you!'' you say, excitement dripping from your voice. You quickly let him go to find Steve so you can tell him the good news.

A few days later, you're in your shared studio, which is basically at the top of the Avengers tower, which Tony gracefully lets you and Steve use for all your artsy needs.

Bucky sits on the couch, clad in black jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and boots. His Vibranium arm glistens beautifully in the sunlight as it falls right onto it, making it almost look glowing.

Between painting, you and Bucky talk about everything and nothing, and you keep looking at him to ensure every single line, feature, and shadow is laid down correctly.

All in all, it takes you about 5 hours, but you're thrilled with the result so far. But he's sitting too far away for you to get the details of his arm right.

''Bucky? Could you come and sit next to me for a little bit? I want to make sure I get everything correct,'' you say, and with a groan, he gets up, stretching out his muscles after sitting in the same position for so long.

You have gotten your gold paint out, and all you need to do now is replicate the intricate pattern laid out all over the Vibranium.

''Wow…'' he says softly as he sits on a chair next to you, deeply impressed with your work so far.

''All I need now is to replicate the golden pattern on your arm, and after you're all done!'' you say with a smile, but Bucky can't stop looking at himself on the canvas.

You captured every little detail of him and made him look angelic despite the dark colors you used for most of the painting.

''So? Can I see it?'' you say softly, and his head shoots to you before he finally realizes what you're asking of him. He extends his metal limb, and you look it over a few times before replicating it.

From every single line on his fingers to the more significant lines on his arm, nothing escapes your skilled eye, and with the precision you would expect from a trained assassin like yourself, you finish it.

''All done!'' you say with a big smile, and you turn to Bucky to see his reaction to the painting; he's trying to fight back a few tears because he is so moved by it.

''What do you think?'' you ask as you grab his Vibranium hand, rubbing his knuckles softly with your thumb. You're not sure if he can feel it, but you often like to do it just in case he can.

''I hate it!'' he jokes, a teasing laugh coming from his body.

''No, you don't!'' you tell him, and Bucky shakes his head. He couldn't hate it even if he wanted to. You have captured him perfectly; for a moment, he doesn't see his past.

He sees the man he has become after all his hard work; he sees himself through your eyes. He sees the man he has always wanted to be and couldn't be happier.

#flufftober 2023 #day 14 #MCU #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff

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strawberryblue-blog · 14 days

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I was thinking what the barca boys would be like with a y/n that draws beautifully ✏🙃

Perfect drawing

—FC Barcelona.

summary: request

warnings: none. cute, soft.

#SEXYNOTE: I hope you like it xx 🎀 Thank you for the request, sorry for the delay 💝 (write to me if you wanted other players, i chose these because they are usually the most requested)

Pedri Gonzalez.

Pedro could stay for hours watching how you draw in your notebook. He silently admires every stroke, every line that gives life to your creation. When you raise your head with that nervous smile, he will give you a smile of pride and admiration.

His heart beats a little faster as he sees how talented you are. He is speechless for a moment, but then he gives you a hug full of pride and tells you how amazing your talent is.

He feels really lucky to have a girlfriend as talented and creative as you, he is thrilled with your strengths and passions.

Ferran Torres.

When he discovers that his girlfriend draws beautifully, he feels a mixture of awe and admiration. He's amazed at the skill and talent you have for putting her ideas on paper. So he will brag all about you, your drawings, your colors, your joy, your talent.

He experiences a sense of pride realizing that he is with someone so creative and talented. Moreover, you feel lucky to be able to share moments of creativity and artistic expression together.

It's like discovering a fascinating new aspect of the person you love, and it fills him with excitement to know that he has someone so special by your side.

Pablo Gavi.

Upon discovering that his girlfriend draws beautifully, he feel a surge of surprise followed by a deep sense of admiration even though he feels a little jealous of your talent (in a healthy way).

He marvels at the dexterity with which you handle the pencil or brush and is amazed at the beauty of your creations. A sense of pride comes over him when he realizes that he is with someone as talented as you.

Moreover, he is thrilled at the idea of being able to share moments of creativity together and to support you in your passion for art.

Joao Felix.

Upon learning that his girlfriend draws, he experiences a combination of surprise, admiration and pride. He is pleasantly surprised to discover this hidden talent you possess and how you can unfold before the beauty and detail of your drawings.

He feel a deep sense of pride at the realization that he is with someone so creative and skilled.

He will support you no matter what, he will be proud to be your muse, to take you to your classes and that you find a way to heal your thoughts with art. It fills him with joy to be able to see your sketches and that you always have a different vision of art.

Fermin Lopez.

When he discovered that his girlfriend draws beautifully, he was completely amazed by your talent and ability to capture your creativity on paper. The way you combine colors, techniques, ideas, was so magical for him.

He is thrilled at the idea of being able to share moments of creativity and to support you in your greatest passion, just as you support him with football.

He feels really lucky to have someone so creative and be a part of the process you're in. How any proud boyfriend would post your drawings on his social media, encourage you to submit your work to galleries and love every single one of your portraits.

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criminalskies · 7 months

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The Aaron Hotchner Mega-masterlist. Part 1/?

Hi!! I wanted to make a sort of recommendation list for some Aaron Hotchner writers in this gorgeous community and what makes their work so special in my eyes. Please note this list is not exhaustive by any means. If you would like me to add you or your work to this list, please just fire me a message and I'll run through your masterlist or fics to see what you're all about <3

please note, this is a way to support writers on here. So play nice.

@honeypiehotchner - (K) an extensive masterlist, mixing fluff, smut and angst or hurt/comfort, they use the most stunning imagery and descriptions to really make you understand how reader's feeling in each moment. She never writes hotch out-of-character, able to make him sound exactly like himself, no matter how far off-canon the story takes place. The dialogue always feels like real chemistry between real people. I also adore how they write hotch x autistic!reader. Such a beautiful understanding and patience and love between them. I really enjoy K's ability to show how thoughtful & considerate he is of his lover's needs. mostly fem!reader fics, some gn!reader. K's masterlist.

@show-your-fangs - (A) does an amazing job of writing Aaron's mental battles with himself as he moves outside of his comfort zones. She can orchestrate such a sea of emotions in every scene I read, and I can never pick out even one word in the entire fic that seems out of place. Not only can she beautifully capture every shift in emotion or thought process throughout these fics, but jesus christ can she make Aaron Hotchner the sexiest motherfucker on earth. The scenes feel so natural and just ooze raw sex appeal. Marvellous work, not every piece is linked in this masterlist but i highly recommend giving her blog a good old search.

@hotchs-big-hands - (A) doesn't have many works currently released, but oh boy do we get quality over quantity. Her three part series 'what did you call me?' is stunning. She takes her time to really make me feel what the reader is feeling and it's so easy to step into reader's shoes. Not to mention that she manages to infuse suave and sexy into every hair on Aaron's head. Every step this man takes seems to leave me breathless because he is just so smooth and sure of himself, but simultaneously we get a glimpse of the war going on in his head. Most works are plus!size!reader (female reader) but some gn!reader works as well. A's masterlist.

@greg-montgomery - (Fay) can make a splinter in your thumb feel like a warm cozy blanket, every domestic or blissful or lovestruck situation you can dream of with Hotch has been written, and made to feel like hot cocoa on a rainy day. She does a gorgeous job of writing a brief, fleeting moment with him like it's something you'll remember forever. Fay's masterlist.

@ssahotchnerr - (Katie) has a beautiful way of melting readers hearts with the softest little moments that can be shared between two people. Whether Aaron's changing your tyre or building your a bookshelf, the tiny little details can make it feel like the most heartwarming thing a man can do. She really captures that certain unplaceable Hotch quality in every single scenario Katie's masterlists.

@reidersspencer - (Miso) is always a breath of fresh air, her fic ideas are creative and fun, she is very active, always working on several hotch fics/blurbs at once. Miso responds to every request within days, having produced something sweet enough to make you prediabetic, she does a fantastic job of keeping hotch, well, hotch, with just that extra sparkle in his eye as he looks at reader. Miso's masterlist.

@slutforsilverfoxes - (she/her), I truly think sf2 could find inspiration in a glass of water. Her fics are so original, and she has a way of making sure the dialogue never feels forced or unnatural, and the chemistry is thick in the air between her characters. You can always see just how reader and aaron became drawn to one another, she's always able to make me envy just how much our star-crossed-lovers have in common. She's able to make every character's actions seem deliberate and measured, and the imagery adds so much depth to her scenes. slutforsilverfoxes' masterlist.

@canuck-eh - (she/her), wrote some of the most beautiful, delicate, authentic, raw hotch fics I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Some of her works are as long as 20k words, but not even one of those words is wasted. The most beautiful characterisations and imagery. Hotch never feels out-of-character and these fics deconstruct him so well, giving you a beautiful look inside his mind. Please note, this account no longer writes for hotch, as of right now. So please do not run to her inbox asking for more. But I promise you, her masterlist is enough to sustain you for a lifetime. Canuck’s masterlist.

@montyfandomlove - (Mon) does a gorgeous job of making your wildest fantasies come true. Her response to every request will both melt your heart and make your pussy throb. Mon writes Aaron as both smooth and sure of himself, but also sensitive and self-conscious. She can use any situation to bring that old man to life, making him feel younger and more carefree in the process. Mon's version of Hotch feels so true to himself, and don't we all love him that way? Mon's masterlist.

@hotchs-bitch - (T) does such a beautiful job of breaking my heart. She has a real talent for building angst until my eyes well up. She writes so realistically about Hotch's struggles and triumphs with love, but also the happy little moments in his life with you that make it worth living. Lovely characterisation of the man himself. T's masterlist.

@chateauhotchner - (Andi) also loves to break my heart and make me cry. But, the angst is so beautifully tragic. Wonderful imagery and she's even been capable of making me want to smack my favourite man in the world. Andi's masterlist.

@hotchs-babygirl - (Zeina) can always capture the thoughtfulness and gentleness of our Aaron Hotchner. Makes me want to squish his silly little cheeks and stare into his big shiny doe eyes forever. Zeina's masterlist.

@alluring-andrayav - (Andraya) this girl likes to not only have Hotch break my heart but also stomp it into smithereens and spit on it in the process. Levels of angst I can never quite recover from but it's done so well I can't bring myself to hate her for it. Andraya's masterlist.

@whiskey-bumblebee - (Hannah) loves to give me cavities by making our man so sweet and beautifully himself. Hotch-in-love is a different beast, and one that Hannah captures really well. Also, some sweat-inducing smut here and there that I cannot fail to mention. Hannah's masterlist

@honeybrowne - (she/her) manages to write the very best and worst parts of dating aaron hotchner, having the most attentive, thoughtful, considerate boyfriend is of course a pleasure greater than words can say, but at the same time, he can only ever give you half his time and he tends to eat away at himself for it. A great cross-section of this man. honeybrowne's masterlist.

@hotchscvm - (Neens) writes some of the most carefree, caution-to-the-wind, sexy aaron we all need sometimes. But she also doesn't miss when she writes the soft moments between you two, the little things that make you fall in love with him (and get butterflies). Neens' masterlist.

@dudeitiskarev - (Cat) does such a fantastic job of creating whole worlds in each of her stories. She paints the most beautiful pictures of her scenes with each word, I never have trouble getting a crystal clear mental image of what's taking place. That's not to even mention how well she sees right through the many layers of Aaron. note that I believe cat is retiring from writing for Aaron but please cherish all of her works, they are gorgeous. Cat's Masterlist.

@masterwords - (Angela) has written hundreds of thousands of words about our Hotch, although most of her works are for hotchgan (hotch x derek morgan). In the years she's spent writing for these two, it is clear she knows both of their minds even better than her own. Every single romantic situation/scenario I can cook up in my imagination has already been written in completion by Ang and it is just amazing. Even if she breaks your heart, she'll usually put it back together even better than before. Angela's masterlist. (this is the hotch-only masterlist, the hotchgan list is here)

@ssahoodrathotchner - (Andi) writes the most feel-good fluff, if you just want to hold aaron in your arms or have him look at you oh-so-longingly, snuggle up nice and warm and read some of Andi's work. Mostly gn!reader <;3 Andi's masterlist.

@angelhotchner - (Marl) I do NOT see enough people freaking out on the daily about these works. An awesome range of gn!reader & fem!reader both sfw & nsfw. Like, reading the titles of these fics alone should clue you into just how stunning most of these works are to read. I highly highly recommend a deep dive. Marl's masterlist.

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Again. There is definitely still two hundred blogs I want to add to this list, and I will as time goes on add to this because the talent and love and passion being poured into loving on this man is so staggering to me. I hope you've found at least one blog on this list that you maybe didn't know of before, or that it's a reminder for you to check out some writers you already know of.

If your name made it on this list, please know I adore you. If your name didn't make it on this list, please know I probably still adore you, and I will almost certainly get there in time. <3 I really just want an excuse to tell a bunch of writers why I fell in love with their work, so! if you have another writer in mind, please just drop their username or info in my inbox and I will get to work.

#Rome's recs #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch hotchner #fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfiction #TALENT #RAW TALENT #come and see 'em!

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jasminexox5 · 6 months

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Always Watching | Huang Renjun

➥Warnings: perv!Renjun, cheerleader!reader, masterbation, watching from across the street, drawing, suggestive thoughts

He sighed as he sat back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. The project for class was due the next day, and Renjun was still staring at a blank sheet of paper, searching for inspiration. Taking his glasses off and putting them down onto the table, he rubbed his eyes, trying to think of any way he could get this done and not have his professor shout at him in front of the whole class.

Turning over on his side, he caught a glimpse of light coming from across the street, coming from your window. Renjun has always had a crush on you since you moved in across from him and ended up in most of the same classes with one another, which affected him more than it really should have. He spends most of his class time admiring your face and every curve and dip of your body, drawing you in his sketchbook, trying his best to capture the beauty of your face.

Little did you know that his drawings that appeared innocent were the complete opposite of that…

Drawing you in all sorts of positions that he only dreamed of having you in varying from you on your knees to drawing what he would imagine you would look like sitting on your knees in front of him with his cum dripping all down your perfect face.

The boy got up from his bed to look out of the window trying his best to not make it obvious that he was staring straight out of the window. Peeking his head from around the curtain to be met with the sight of you dropping your towel from around your body to the floor.

Renjun gulped…

Feeling the blood rush down to his cock as he admired your curves as you walked around your room oblivious to the whole situation. Never taking his eyes off of you admiring your bare body in the subtle light from the candle in your room. Renjun’s cheeks were tinted pink holding back any noise as he started to palm his bare cock through his sweats watching as you applied lotion to your legs.

Renjun was so in love with you, there was no hiding. If he walked past you at any point he did his best to try and hide his expression and the tent in his pants not wanting to be embarrassed any more than he already was.

One day after classes Renjun walked to the back of campus to the field and sat on the bleachers taking his sketchbook out knowing you should be here any minute. In your cheer uniform. His eyes lit up as he heard your voice in the distance talking to one of your friends before throwing your bag down to warm up. This was the closest Renjun has got to when you have been in your uniform and he was holding back all sorts of thoughts from anyone that could see him. The fabric hugged your body beautifully, flaunting your breasts and ass off to anyone who would look at you.

Watching you closely admiring every small thing about your uniform making sure that his drawings will be as accurate as they can be. Renjun was too busy in his daydream to notice that he was starting to drool imagining your moans as his head is buried between your legs with your fingers laced in his dark hair.

Taking his time with his pencil making sure he captures every detail with care transferring it onto the paper. Nothing could snap him out of his lustful gaze as he drew what he would think you would look like covered in his cum. Your perfect makeup dripping down your cheeks as all because of Renjun choking you with his cock. Renjun wished that would become a reality, taking you here on your knees while all of your friends watched as he pulled on your perfect ponytail keeping your head down on his cock longer. Tears filling up in your eyes, moaning but no one coming to help you.

‘Fuck’

He sighed as he sat back down on his bed trying to forget what he just saw but it kept on replaying in his mind. Throwing his head back palming his cock twitching at the thought of your dainty fingers wrapped around his cock licking the precum dripping from the tip. Digging his thumbs under the waistband of his sweats sliding them down to his ankles groaning as his half hard cock hits against his lower stomach. Biting his lower lip as he shivers from pleasure as his thumb ghosts over his slit collecting precum.

Renjun started off taking his time but he was too desperate. He looked beautiful laying there in his bed with his head thrown back, dark hair starting to stick to his forehead. His doll-like lips now all swollen and red from biting on them holding back his melodic moans trying to hide what he was doing.

He was like this all because of you…

The covers underneath his body all messed up from the wriggling around fucking up into his fist drooling at thought of your tight pussy struggling to take his cock. His bedroom filled with the disgusting squelching mixed with the sound of Renjun trying to catch his breath as he fucked in his fist faster.

Gripping the bed sheets next to him so tight his knuckles turned white due to the overwhelming pleasure. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, choking on a moan never wanting to stop what he was doing. Renjun was so close.

Everything hurt but that didn’t hold him back from coming to the thought of you on your knees right in front of him. Renjun’s mouth hung open as he kept on fisting his cock keeping his eyes shut blocking off anything around him. Only focusing on your face, the way you look when you laugh with your friends and how gorgeous you looked at cheer practice. His hips started to stutter, sweat dripping down his lean body as he let out a gasp.

‘Y/N…’

Thick ropes of white cum started to leak down his fist and cock as he started to shake due to the intense feeling. Laying on his bed gasping for air struggling to even hold his head up on his own as he rode out his high. Reaching beside him for the tissues in an attempt to clean himself up and hide the evidence of what he has just done. He hoped and prayed no one heard him as he would be in trouble if they did. Wiping the sweat from his face with one last tissue before throwing it in the bin and pulling his sweats back up. Getting up from his bed to go to the bathroom and that's when he saw you standing there.

‘What were you doing?’

pt2

#hard hours #hard thoughts #nct smut #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #nct dream smut #nct dream hard thoughts #nct dream hard hours #renjun smut #renjun hard hours #huang renjun smut #kpop smut #kpop hard thoughts #kpop hard hours

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wheeboo · 8 months

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meet cute: the pottery class | wen junhui

SYNOPSIS. in which you choose to attend a pottery class for a solo date, not expecting to be so shy sitting next to an equally shy classmate. PAIRING. wen junhui x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, meet cute, first meetings, implied college au WARNINGS. none WORD COUNT. 2.2k

notes: welcome to your meet cute with jun!

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...a pottery class!

There have been many times where you had thoughts of one day joining a pottery class out of curiosity, but time never played in your favour and the idea had been pushed to the back of your mind. However, of course, today was different and gifted you an entire day with no deadlines and no responsibilities. It was a rare and precious blank canvas of time, and you couldn't help but wonder: why not now?

Out the window, the early afternoon sun bathes the world in a soft, golden light, and a gentle breeze swaying through the trees carries the promise of a new type of experience. So you peer at yourself one last time in the mirror and over the outfit you've chosen. Your reflection seems different𑁋a little more eager, a little more hopeful.

You quickly research the closest, good-reviewed studio, and within minutes, you find a place nearby that offers beginner pottery classes. Then you race to put on your shoes, grab your keys, and head out the door. As you step into the golden embrace of the sun, you take a deep breath, feeling the crispness of the air and the warmth of the day caress your skin. On your way to the pottery studio, you pass by the nearby park you always go to and even the old coffee shop you should visit again sometime.

When you arrive at the pottery studio, you're greeted by a charming and rustic façade, with the studio's sign hanging proudly above the door. As you make your way inside, you notice the intricate details that adorn the wooded walls𑁋pottery tools neatly organised, hand-painted ceramic tiles showcasing different glazing designs, and photographs capturing the smiles of satisfied students.

As you approach the receptionist desk, a young woman greets you with a friendly smile. "Hi, welcome to Pledis Pottery. Are you here for a class or just browsing?"

You clear your throat, hesitating for a moment. "Uh, I heard you guys offer beginner classes? If it's possible, can I sign up one for one?"

"Sure, we have a class starting in fifteen minutes. Would you like to enroll?"

"Yes, please. Thank you so much."

"Okay. And can I get a name?"

"Sure. Y/N."

The receptionist then passes you a form and you eagerly fill it out before handing it back to her. Then you sit down in a small waiting area where a few other people sat, like an older woman sitting a few chairs away from you, a couple browsing through magazines, and a cute boy in the corner who appeared to be around your age scrolling mindlessly through his phone with a small smile, which makes your gaze linger on him a bit.

You do the same to preoccupy your time waiting, shooting the occasional curious glance in the boy's direction, and before you know it, a voice gains the attention of all the eyes in the waiting area.

"If you're here for our beginners' class, you may all follow me," a woman instructs, and you already find yourself gathering your belongings before following the couple in front of you. And from behind, you can sense the boy from earlier walking suit, and the feeling brings a very subtle jump to your heart.

When you walk into the spacious classroom, your eyes widen to the shelves along the walls displaying an array of beautifully glazed pottery from intricate detailed vases to whimsical figurines. The air is filled with the earthy scent of clay, and you can see rows of pottery wheel worktables sitting in the middle of the room.

"Welcome, everyone, to the world of pottery!" the instructor exclaims enthusiastically. "Today, we'll start by getting comfortable with the basics. Pottery is a patient art form, so remember that it's okay to take your time and just enjoy the process. For now, if you all could put on an apron and take a seat, then we can get started today."

You grab an apron from a nearby rack and drape it over yourself. However, as you attempt to tie your apron securely, your lips purse together annoyingly while fumbling the fabric, feeling a bit self-conscious, but your fingers just can't seem to get a secure grip.

Just when you're starting to feel a hint of frustration, you notice that the boy from earlier at the corner of your eye calmly tying his own apron with ease. You hesitate for a moment, taking in a deep breath, before making your way in his direction.

You clear your throat awkwardly. "Um, excuse me?"

It catches his attention quite easily, and your momentarily stunned by his wide deep-set eyes peering curiously into yours, his dark brown irises meeting yours.

You feel an embarrassed flush spread through your face. "Uh, can you help me tie this apron? I can't seem to get a good knot on it."

The boy seems pensive for a moment, and you swear you can almost notice a faint rosy hue to his own cheeks, before stepping up to you with a small nod. You turn around so your back faces him, and you feel a warmth spread through you as he gently takes hold of the apron strings, his fingers brushing against yours.

After a few moments that feel like an eternity, he finally ties the apron securely. His fingers linger for just a second longer than necessary, and your heart does a little somersault, and you mentally scold yourself for being so affected by a simple gesture.

"There," he says simply, softly, voice tinged with a hint of nervousness that seems to mirror your own. "All set."

You turn to face him𑁋wow, he's tall𑁋offering a shy but appreciative smile. "Thanks."

He returns your smile sheepishly; if anything, it makes him more cute. "Yeah, of course."

There's a few moments of awkward silence as you both make your way to your own worktables, selecting ones where you are sitting next to each other. The room is filled with the sound of gentle chatter as the instructor explains the basics of pottery and the simple project of creating the shape of a bowl for today's class.

When your fingers brush against the cool, damp clay, you're struck by its cool and smooth texture. Your eyes instinctively glance to the boy beside you whose name you still don't know, and you watch his unwavering concentration as he deftly collects the clay in his hands. It almost looks like he knows what he's doing, but from the thin line at his lips, you could only assume he's a bit in the same boat as you.

You somehow muster up the courage to talk again, partly to distract yourself from the awkwardness of starting. "Is it your first time here too?"

He turns to you, and his previously concentrated expression softens, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips.

"Yeah, um..." He almost brings a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, but drops it back down since it's covered in clay. "It's a bit harder than I thought."

"For sure, but... I'm sure we'll figure it out," You respond with a small grin, hoping to shed some hopeful light to both of your projects, before bringing your focus back to the clay. It feels oddly therapeutic under your hands. Your fingers press into the clay, and you slowly start to shape it into a bowl, albeit with a few bumps and uneven edges.

With the help of the instructor coming to your side a few times, you both quietly continue to shape your clay, and you can't help but sneak glances at him when he's not looking. There's something about his focused yet slightly nervous expression that you find endearing and cute. It's clear he's genuinely trying his best, just like you.

As time passes, you start to find the process of shaping the clay more easier, even fixing any bumps you might have created before and straightening the edges almost perfectly.

However, as you look over at the cute boy, you notice that he's still struggling. His bowl looks a bit misshapen, frustration evident in the furrow of his brow, and you can tell that he's feeling a bit disheartened by his progress𑁋or lack thereof. Glancing down at your bowl and back to his, you stop your wheel and scoot your chair over to his, the tip of your knee momentarily brushing against his, gaining his attention.

"Here, let me help." You reach out, your fingers gently touching the clay he's working on, and you both briefly tense up at the contact of your hands touching again. "You have to be patient with it. It can be a bit stubborn at times."

He takes his hand away and watches closely like a cat focused on a dangling string as you demonstrate how to handle the clay, your fingers expertly moving with precision. Then when he hesitantly brings his hands back to meet yours, you help guide them back into proper place, your hands following his movements with gentleness. It's oddly intimate, and you don't realise it until you both catch each other's eyes for a second, before bringing your gazes back down bashfully.

"Your name is Y/N, right?" he asks after what feels like an extremely long, entire minute.

You nod, your heart skipping a beat at the sound of your name from his lips. "Yeah, uh... how did you know that?"

A faint blush creeps onto his cheeks as he sheepishly pushes away some loose strands of dark hair in front of his face, smudging a bit of clay on his face in the process. You pinpoint a small mole above his upper lip.

"I, um, heard you talking to reception lady at the front." A pause, then a visible swallow of his Adam's apple. "Sorry, that sounded creepy."

"Ah, right. That's me." Your cheeks redden at his response, and you can't help but chuckle softly. "And you are...?"

"Junhui, but Jun is fine. Actually, um, either or is fine too. Whatever you want," he tells you quietly and quickly, and his name settles comfortably in your mind as if it's always been there.

"Junhui," You repeat with a warm smile. "It's cool meeting you, Jun."

Jun returns your smile shyly, and there's a subtle hint of relief in his expression. There's something about the way he smiles that tugs at your heartstrings. As you help him shape his clay, you notice how his fingers become more confident under yours and the way the tension in his shoulders eases. It doesn't take long for him to get the hang of it, and for you to return back to your own station.

Whatever awkwardness was lingering before had practically disappeared at this point. It's only small talk, but it's progress, you think. He tells you about his plans to become an actor, and the thought of him appearing in a drama of some sorts makes you even more intrigued if you weren't already. Then you tell him about your interests in literature, and you catch the way his eyes light up when you mention your favourite books and authors.

At some point, while focusing on your own bowl, you notice something on Jun's. You see him shaping some small, rounded protrusions at the top, almost looks like he's forming two small teeth. Or ears. Or something.

"Are you molding teeth on your bowl?" You ask, a twinge of tease to your voice.

You notice a small smirk at the corners of his mouth as he works to shape the protrusions to a more sharper look. Then he takes his foot off the pedal and sits back.

"It's supposed to to be cat ears," he claims, narrowing his eyes down at it. "Does it look like it?"

You lean in to take a closer look, and there it is𑁋a charming, abstract, clay cat with only its two pointy, slightly uneven ears to give its character. You let out a small chuckle at the sight, giving Jun a nod of approval.

"It does look like one, for sure," You tell him. "Maybe next class you could give it a face and a tail?"

He thinks about your words for a moment, moreso on when you said maybe next class.

"I can definitely try," he says, a sparkle of excitement in his eyes.

As the class comes to an end, you and Jun both place your unfinished pieces into designated shelves where you both can come back to them next class. The two of you then take off your aprons and clean up, letting the silence pass as you make your way outside and back into the main waiting area together. You both greet the receptionist a small have a good day before exiting out together.

The cool, late afternoon air feels refreshing the moment you step into it, letting out a breath of relief that seemed to have been dying to come out. Jun notices this, hiding the way his lips curve up by looking down at the ground.

"Today was fun," You say, eyes briefly roaming to the growing traffic on the streets.

Jun meets where your eyes are, before turning back to you. "Yeah," he adds on. "It was."

You mention something about how this day off meant to you, but Jun finds himself a bit distracted in the way you're literally glowing with the fading light of the day. As you both stand there, the thought of parting ways for now doesn't sit well with him, or either of you, for that matter.

You both linger in the moment, unsure of how to proceed, before Jun clears his throat. His voice, with a hint of hesitation, breaks the silence. "Um..."

The sound of his voice immediately catches your attention, and Jun swears his words catch in his throat. He glances away for a brief moment, then looks back at you with a hint of nervousness in his eyes, and the words finally spill out.

"...would you like to... um, do something again? Together? Maybe we could grab a coffee or dinner or something? It's pretty unoriginal, I know, but..."

Your heart flutters at his hesitant words. He looks adorable in his shyness, and you feel your own nervousness take a step back as you muster up a warm smile.

"I'd love to, Jun."

Jun visibly relaxes as your words wash over him, relief flooding his features. A bright smile breaks across his face, and the sight of it is just so infectious that it makes you smile even wider.

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This commission has left me at a loss for words. Not because I have none but because I have too many. In fact, I want to invent more just so I can fully convey all the things this makes me feel.

I finished Seb & Lily's main arc on Valentine's Day and writing their wedding meant so much to me. I never thought that someone would take all that I felt and put it so beautifully and so perfectly into visual form. But the lovely and talented Verumew did just that and I don't think I will ever be able to thank her enough for this.

I adore every single pixel of this picture. The warmth and softness of the colours, the sense of depth and movement, the flowing ribbons, those exquisite roses, so painstakingly drawn, even the ones in the background, my god do you see them? they're beautiful! And all the little details, the texture of that embroidery on Lily's dress, the weightlessness of her veil, the flowers that hold it, the rich tones of her hair, their matching rings, even something so seemingly unimportant as the buttons on Seb's cuffs (some of these things you can only see when you look closely, but I assure you they are all there).

I love the amount of care that has gone in to this picture.

But most of all I love how Seb & Lily's emotions have been captured.

That embrace.

I will see it in my dreams at night.

Thank you for giving me the sweetest gift I could ever receive.

My beautiful babies happy and in love <3

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rioviaa · 9 months

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so I finally obtained the last memory for the captured memories quest. therefore I now have all 17 of them. complete. And I just want to jump in here for a second and just. Scream. Cry. Drop to my knees in the middle of a Walmart and die (like link hahaha too soon ueue) sooo..

his tattered clothing. the stains that are most likely mixed with wet dirt and dried blood. the clear exhaustion in his posture by holding on with the scarce amount of strength he has left. the way he forcefully lifts himself up with every last ounce of strength for the sake of protecting her. even if it costs his life. he stands before her. before the danger. becomes her shield. after months of standing behind her as her personal knight.

and just the guttural scream she let out here was just. wow. she refuses to stand behind. to stay behind. all her friends are gone. and in her mind she blames herself for it all. for being left behind from all the champions’ progress. from his progress. but no more. now she stands before him. shields him. she will not allow another one of her friends to fall due to her incompetence. no more.

listen. imagine seeing the stoic but kind knight who always protected you from harms way before thinking of his own safety. that has stayed by your side even during your worst tempers and sorrows. fallen. the rain falling on his battered clothing and soaking them beyond repair. the raindrops on his cheek and hair making the died blood and dirt smudging his features more, his hair damp and tangled. the master sword in an almost painful grip as if it were his lifeline. and it was.

gods this shot. this one right here. his grip never loosens. but his breaths stagger. his heart slows. the exhaustion of fighting for not only your life but most importantly her life from evening to midnight. a cruel way to loose oneself is by the fate of saving the lives of hundreds in exchange for your own demise while doing so. but he simply must make sure she is safe. must look into her eyes at least once before he feels his eyes give to the very darkness he gave his entire life to destroy. and my god i can’t imagine how Zelda must feel. to loose her last and only hope. but to also loose a friend she had learned to cherish along the way. Now left desperately searching for any ounce of life left inside his lithe body with her hands and sobs to his chest.

“princess are you alright?” except that’s the last thing on her mind at the moment. isn’t it? when she immediately redirects them to him and risking it all for the slim chance of the possibility of saving him.

her tone is so assertive here. He is her priority right now. Wow.

i just. have no words. her tone. was downright threatening. so powerful. the delivery of this line. impeccable. made shivers run down my spine just hearing it. she will have her swordsman saved. zero questions or doubts. an absolutely breathtaking cutscene.

Okay I’ll shut up now haha but god this scene racked my very core. Beautifully made and executed with the music and lighting. the tone and ambiance the voice acting the small details of their movements. yup this one has won my favorite memory.

little bonus of me trying not to burst into tears as Zelda’s horse nudges link with his snout after seeing the memory ugh im in absolute shambles over this game.

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ghostwise · 8 months

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“There seems to be a lot more assassinations in places with fewer trees.” - “Perhaps we would be better served in simply planting more greenery.”

Thanks to @catebeesart for this gorgeous piece of Hamal in Quinta de Talpa!! 🙌🏽💖💖 you've captured his character and all the little details so beautifully, I am in awe

#dragon age #mahariel #oc: hamal mahariel #SERIOUSLY such a stunning depiction ahh brb staring at this forever now #the LACE? from an earring ref??? the lace!! 💖💖💖

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strawbeerossi · 10 months

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I seen that you write angst and I have an idea to share with you because of some personal things that I went through with my own family.

Do you think you can write something about fem!reader and Spencer finding out that one of their children has leukemia? Maybe with death involved to show how intricate this situation can affect families? I know it’s a very loaded topic so I completely understand if you don’t wanna do it but I think you’d master the topic beautifully based off of your angst writing. ❤️

I hope you’re doing alright today, Tay

First off, I’m so sorry for your loss, lovebug. I hope I do this justice and thank you for trusting me with this topic. My DMs are open if you ever need to talk. 🩵

And I'm good today, thank you, honey.

Vilomah: Bereaved Parents

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: After their son succumbs to his illness, the Reid parents have to navigate the grieving process together along with the team who are there to help.

Content Warning: Child death, leukemia, details about a hospital stay, extreme grief after loss, a child’s funeral, parental grief, mentions struggles with eating, spousal argument, lots of tears, descriptions of feeling empty and depression, the team is there for the Reids, spousal comfort, hurt/comfort.

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I cried like a baby writing this. I hope I captured what you were looking for anon.

“Memories saturate my heart and the story of you spills from my eyes.” – Grace Andren

There were many horrors that Spencer faced in his line of work; murderers, rapists, cannibals, the lot of it. He was also faced with grief more often than not, losing Maeve and Gideon being the two most notable times where he was forced to face the fact that everybody dies at some point, no matter who they are.

That wasn’t enough to prepare him for the cruelest thing life had to throw at him. Benjamin was diagnosed with leukemia when he was just two months shy of four-years-old, more specifically it was Chronic Myeloid Leukemia.

The first few months were seemingly okay. He was responding well with the treatment, his little body growing stronger with each passing day. There were plenty of ice cream days to celebrate whenever Ben could function as good as he could before the cancer. Not to mention all the gifts his aunt Penelope would send.

There was hope, so much hope that Y/N and Spencer didn’t let the thoughts of losing their son loom over their head.

That was until he got sick again, this time much worse. It happened suddenly, Ben went from eating some fruit snacks and watching a movie to losing consciousness and growing pale. Spencer never thought he could get home faster than what he did when he got the phone call. Emily sent him home immediately after hearing the news, telling him to get home to his family and that she would check in.

The next few weeks were spent in the hospital, the bright lights being harsh on the eyes of the sore eyes of the Reid parents. Y/N didn’t sleep but for a few hours a night, any small movement or sound from Ben or his machines waking her up. Spencer had grown to not sleep for that long, surviving off maybe an hour a night and ten cups of coffee to push forward the following morning.

However, the suffocating realization of the inevitable was starting to soak in. Spencer wanted nothing more than for his son to make a recovery but as a man of science, that hope dissipated as he noticed the signs. People got better before death, so whenever Ben was showing all the signs of surging, it was enough to kill Spencer.

Even after they had a conversation with their doctor, the woman telling them that surging typically happens one to two days before death, it was like Y/N wouldn’t take that. She would say that he was fine, that he was healing.

It was denial.

The day they lost him was the hardest of them all. The air was suffocating that morning, there being a bitter winter chill. Spencer had gone to work, as usual. There was a case, one about a man who was killing women who resembled his birth mother after she rejected him from her life. He was distracted, like any father on the verge of losing his child would be.

He knew he shouldn’t have gone to work but he was losing his mind, being overwhelmed with the knowledge of the inevitable. He liked to think that if he and Y/N didn’t discuss it, it wasn’t real. As a man of science, he knew the risks of believing something like that.

Still, he gave himself false hope.

However, his heart stopped beating for a split second as he could feel his phone buzzing, the world freezing around him as he couldn’t hear the others around him. He knew what this call was. It took JJ shaking Spencer’s shoulders to snap him out of his thoughts. “I have to go.”

Making it to the hospital, he dreaded going inside. However, he was running through the hospital doors not bothering to check in at the front desk as he was going as fast as his legs could carry him to reach his son’s hospital room.

Judging by the heart wrenching screams of agony from his wife on the other side of the door, Spencer knew what to expect as his shaking hand was opening the hospital door. The sight of his wife cradling their son was enough to make him drop to his knees.

The nurses and doctors looked at the small family, feeling the sting of heartache as they’d gotten to know the Reid’s over the past year.

Spencer’s legs were like jelly, the tears cascading his face being enough where he was sure he could fill up the hospital room in tears, enough to drown in. They were able to stay as long as they wanted to, even if it was hours later.

“Do you have his blanket?” Y/N asked, voice raw from the screaming and uncontrollable sobbing from before. “I don’t want him to get cold..” She whispered, looking at their son who looked like he was sleeping against his father’s chest. “In the bag.” The words were shaky, the father keeping his son close while letting his forehead rest against Benjamin’s smaller one.

After they were laying the little boy down again, Y/N was slowly putting the blanket over the child before she was leaning down to kiss his forehead, which had begun to grow cold from the hours his parents took to say goodbye. The parents clung to one another as they were being forced to walk out of the hospital.

After that, their life lost all its color. Waking up to an alarm rather than to a happy little boy jumping on their bed just wasn’t the same. There was no laughter in the house, no warmth. The atmosphere was just as cold as the weather outside. No matter how many days that Penelope came over with baskets filled with small goodies to try and lift their spirits, or how Luke would come by to check in and bring food over that the two parents just couldn’t stomach.

The day of the funeral was when every ounce of denial was fizzing away. Next came anger. Y/N was moving a bit slow, honestly not wanting to rush and be greeted with the sad looks of their friends and family. Spencer was ready twenty minutes prior, wanting to rush the grieving process and just accept everything immediately, even if it was impossible.

“Please hurry up.” His voice was laced with irritation, making wife look up from her shoes as she was playing with the strap. “I am hurrying..” She spoke softly, a frown on her face as she slowly got the shoes on. “You don’t have to have an attitude, by the way.”

That was the start of something ugly.

“Well, you don’t have to take thirty years and expect Benji to walk through the door.” The words were deep cutting, very uncharacteristic of the loving man she married.The words had his wife stunned in place, her mouth falling open. “You don’t have to be an asshole and keep reminding me of where we are going.” She spat, moving to brush her hair back before standing.

“You can’t keep acting like things are going to change. He’s gone, Y/N. No matter how bad we want him back, we will never get him back.” They were growing angry at one another at the wrong time. Before the yelling could start, there was a soft knock on the door. With a soft sigh, Spencer was turning around and heading to the sound of the soft knocking.

The sight behind the door was enough to make his heart clench. There was Derek, the man offering a sad smile. “Hey, kid. I came to pick you two up. How’s the missus doing?” He asked, chuckling as Spencer was rushing to tightly hug his best friend, his hand slowly patting the younger male’s back. “Hi Derek.” Y/N offered a weak smile once she was closing the bedroom door.

“Hey mama.” His voice was soft and careful, heading over to wrap his arms around the woman before kissing her cheek. “I was thinking that after everything, we could all go out to lunch.” He wasn’t stupid, he could tell that the two parents were neglecting themselves, he’d talked to the team.

This was a sensitive time, so he understood. However, he wasn’t going to sit idly by either. He’d be damned if he let them both slowly waste away. Benjamin sure as hell wouldn’t have wanted that.

“I don’t know, Derek. I don’t think I can deal with everyone looking at us with pity. You know how many people have told me that they hugged their babies tighter because of this situation? It hurts. Not nearly as helpful as people think..” The woman spoke while slowly rubbing her face.

“It’ll just be us. The team, our family.” He attempted to coax both parents, the two not being able to get out of it in the end.

The three eventually made it to the graveyard where they were confronting the one thing that they didn’t want to face. The Reids were approaching the plot that they’d purchased for the family, Y/N having to collect herself at the sight of the coffin waiting by the open plot.

“There you two are,” Penelope looked like she’d been sobbing already, her arms wrapping tightly around both parents. That was where the floodgates broke, both of them tightly clutching onto the blonde enough to suffocate her.

The ceremony was beautiful, despite the flood of tears and pain deep in the chests of all that were closest to the child who they were laying to rest. It was something honorable, Benji even having his uncle Aaron there to say a final goodbye. Even surrounded by love, there was still an emptiness, a void that would never be filled.

What came next made things worse, the parents having to say goodbye as soon as the casket was being lowered in its plot, Y/N and Spencer wrapped up in one another’s embrace while their hands were clutching each other’s clothing. The wife was letting her head rest against her husband’s shoulder, their tears soaking one another’s clothes and hair.

It was just them now, with the ghost of their sweet angel who would keep a watchful eye over his parents, whether they knew it or not.

Dave was approaching the parents, his hand resting on Spencer’s shoulder as he cleared his throat to catch their attention. “I want you both to know that I will be here for you both, always.” David Rossi, the father of the team, it seemed. As well as being uncle Dave to all the kids, Benji included.

“I heard that you two agreed to come to lunch.” He spoke softly, eliciting a small smile from Y/N. “We are.” She said softly, truly unable to say no to him. “We are having it in my backyard. Why don’t you two ride with me?” He suggested, making both Spencer and his wife look at one another.

They weren't getting out of this, so they complied and followed behind David.

The only problem was that so many amazing things happened in that backyard, Benji’s baby shower being one of them.

“Baby Reid is getting so big,” JJ gushed, her hand on Y/N’s swollen bump as the woman laughed in content. “Isn’t he? He’s also been kicking the hell out of my ribs, I feel like he's punishing me.” Y/N joked.

Finding out that she was pregnant was the best thing that ever happened. Of course, there were jokes of Spencer and Y/N not even waiting a year after they got married before she was already pregnant.

It was funny, really. Spencer was highly convinced that the baby was conceived on the first week of their honeymoon, the two being a little too into that talk while they were in the middle of sex, the filthy words of her being swollen with his baby becoming literal.

Diana was thrilled the moment that she saw her son and his wife on one of their visits, the woman being more thrilled at the prospect of her little Spencer having a child of his own. She would say that she knew before they even told her.

“Mothers always know, Spencer. We are animals, we can feel things.” Were her exact words, something that she said Y/N would understand one day.

“Bella!” David smiled, the term of endearment being a newer one that he used for Y/N after the pregnancy, something about how she looked gorgeous because she was glowing. It was sweet, she had to admit it. “Hi, David.” Y/N grinned, her arms wrapping around the older man in a hug before she was pulling away. “You and Penelope did a beautiful job, by the way!”

Almost as if she were summoned, the bubbly blonde was hurrying over to flash a smile. “There you are my gorgeous girl! How are you feeling?” She asked, her hand cautiously rubbing her baby bump once Y/N gave her the okay.

“I’m doing good, actually. This boy is gonna be the death of me though. I was craving dirt the other day.” Her nose crinkled. “Weirdness. However, this baby is a Reid so that’ll explain it better than anything else.” Penelope joked.

“It’s actually more normal than you might think. One theory links pica cravings to iron deficiencies. Another theory suggests these cravings develop as an adaptive response to the way the immune system changes during pregnancy.” Spencer smiled while letting his arms wrap around his wife from behind, his lips pressing a kiss to her cheek before his hands were coming underneath the heavy bump, lifting it up gently to take some of the pain from his wife’s back.

It was enough to make the woman sigh of relief as her head was tilted back against his shoulder. “You are such a lifesaver.” She breathed while briefly closing her eyes.

Spencer was attentive and loving, paying attention to her much more after the pregnancy was discovered.

This was a dream.

This was a nightmare, the memories rushing back to Y/N as she was walking into the backyard where all those sweet memories lived. It was emotionally draining, so much so that her hand was reaching aimlessly for Spencer’s.

As soon as her husband realized what she was doing, he was slowly approaching his wife and letting his hand tightly grip onto hers. He didn’t realize how bad they needed this, to have a reminder that they still had each other. He figured it was implied but this made a bit of weight lift off his chest.

“I know it may be a bit hard to laugh right now,” Penelope began as she was offering a smile. “But I know how much Benji used to love having dinner with all of us, no matter where we went.” She began, making a soft, sad smile spreading across Y/N’s face.

“So, I figured that I would honor one of my favorite godson’s in the best way possible. Instead of boring adult food, I made extra sure to get the best of the best.” Being a four-year-old, Benjamin was just as picky as the next kid.

“Don’t tell me,” Spencer began, looking over as she was happily showing off the meal she had catered. It consisted of all the essential food groups of a young child; chicken nuggets, macaroni and cheese, and french fries.

Hank, Michael, Henry, the Simmons children and Jack were all over the idea of that. The adults, though, couldn’t help the soft laughter. “Benji would definitely approve.” Y/N offered a soft smile, shaking her head fondly. “Even up until the end, he had to have his nuggets.” Spencer added, a few tears springing up in his eyes at the pleasant memory, even in the darkest time of their lives.

“I don’t want that..” Benjamin wrinkled his nose as he was pushing away the soup that the hospital was giving him, making Spencer look up from his book. “It’s good for you, Benji. Try it.” He urged on, a smile as he put the book down after finding his bookmark.

“Daddy, no. It’s yucky. It smells yucky.” He continued on, the four year old running the spoon through the bowl.

Like his mother, he was dramatic about it, gagging at the mere thought of eating what he was given. “I want chicken nuggets.” He whined out, now looking at his mother, who was sighing in content.

“Take a few bites and try it! If you try it and you don’t like it, I’ll go get you some nuggets. Sounds fair?” She asked, keeping the stern tone yet offering a sweet smile, knowing damn well that he’d get his way in the end anyway. Even if he liked the soup.

“I’ll try it but I might be sick, mama.” He warned, looking at the broth with vegetables before he was taking a good amount on the spoon.

He eyed it over before pushing it into his mouth. Both parents couldn’t help the laughter falling from their lips as Benji pulled a face, looking offended he was even made to try it.

“Blegh! Nasty!” The animated child was pushing the tray table away as Y/N was already getting up to grab her keys. “I’m going! I’m going! Make sure that you watch your daddy, you know he likes getting into too much trouble.”

As everyone had a plate in front of them, everyone was looking at the Reids, expectant of them to get up. Derek was the one who was already making two plates before placing them down in front of the two. “There you are pretty boy and pretty girl, no need to get up.” He knew what he was doing.

Even with the lack of appetite, Y/N was slowly picking up her fork before collecting a bit of the mac and cheese on her fork, slowly moving to push the fork in her mouth. She didn’t realize just how hungry she was before that bite. Of course, barely eating for two weeks would do that to you.

Spencer seemed to be on the same page, the two unknowingly eating like they hadn’t eaten in years. The group said nothing about it, although they shared collective glances and their eyes were glistening over with relief.

They were eating enough to actually keep themselves alive, to keep themselves from falling ill and being stuck in the hospital being fed through IVs. After all they went through, they didn’t need to be in another hospital for a long time.

The rest of the day was spent with their family rather than them being locked up at home, real smiles gracing their features for the first time in forever. Being together in a quiet home was taking a huge hit at their mental health.

This was what they needed. Their full support system.

It was later on in the evening before Y/N and Spencer had gotten home, the two ordering takeout for dinner whenever they arrived at home. The wife was looking over the picture of their family that she had hanging up in the kitchen, a soft smile on her face. He looked so peaceful today, didn’t he?” She asked, her voice soft.

“No more pain, no more weakness.. Just peaceful.” Spencer added on, looking up from his hands. “Y/N.. I’m sorry about what I said earlier. It was horrible to say,” He said as his wife was offering a gentle smile. “I understand. It’s hard right now but.. Spencer, I love you. With every fiber of my being. Please remember that.”

It was what he needed to hear, his head nodding. “I know. I love you so much, baby. Thank you. I’m here for you, even if you just need to cry and be taken care of.” The taller man was standing up before heading over to tightly hug his wife. “You’re so strong. So fucking strong.” He spoke softly while kissing the top of her head.

All they needed to power through this together was each other, they would make it through this for Benji over all else. It was what he would've wanted , their love to persevere.

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ileftmysoulinnorway · 9 months

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We all had a tough end of the week, so I thought I would put together something about my IWTV set lurking experience in Prague, hopefully to cheer someone up and show you that the people working on our little show are incredible, everything is well thought out, and we have a lot to look forward to.

Locations

I am confident that Prague will be a good substitute for Paris. I love this post comparing Prague's Théâtre des Vampires location with a real Le Grand Guignol in Paris. But similar care is given to other locations as well.

I like to joke that I enjoyed a month-long tour of Prague's most famous landmarks, only to have the actual filming take place in nondescript alleyways right next to them. But it makes perfect sense. They want to capture the nicer and older parts of the city that suit them, but not anything that would tell you it's Prague.

Production design, costumes

I saw them build everything from scratch on several sets. And I'm in awe. From putting up posters that will probably only appear in the background of a single shot, to street names that fit the exact topography of Paris and make sense in the context of the scenes that take place on them, to storefronts that they really didn't have to pay that much attention to, or a menu at Le Dakar Café that you could only read up close, but someone took the trouble to make it anyway?

And maybe this attention to detail is normal, I don't know, but I still think Mara and her team deserve all the praise they get.

S1 showed us how much attention is paid to the costumes. I can assure you that has not changed. All the hats, coats, capes and dresses. I can't tell you how many times I've been pleasantly surprised. By the choice of colors for Lestat. By how beautifully all of Armand's black clothes come to life with little details.

People

There are so many people (and I mean SO many) working on the show and they all know exactly what is expected of them, everything runs like a well-oiled machine. I haven't seen any problems, any conflicts, any excesses.

I'm not under any illusion that everything was trouble-free, but really the only complaints I heard were about the horrendously hellish schedule (I guess that's normal) and then the occasional person wishing they had finished earlier (they never finished earlier).

They are all heroes to me.

Directors

Levan is the only one I saw. He seems so focused and professional. His "rolling...and action" is unforgettable.

Actors

After six locations and about fifteen scenes (and countless rehearsals and takes), I think I managed to get at least some idea of them, and yes, they really seem to be such nice people.

- Jacob, I don't envy him at all the emotional strain of playing Louis, but at the same time I love his portrait of Louis so much.

- Sam's transformation into Lestat is something to behold.

- Assad was the only one present on every set. I don't think we've fully realized how big a role he's going to have (at least in S2).

- Delainey, Ben, Roxane and everyone else 💜

Scenes

They were far from finished when the strike started, but at least (in my opinion) they got to the last block of episodes.

I'm not going to pretend to have a concrete idea of what to expect from S2 based on what little I saw. But I do have a few guesses, and I'm insanely excited and thrilled. And, in the case of the 1700s flashbacks, totally confused. I can't believe they're going to do so many unexpected things, or other things so soon.

I truly believe that S2 will not disappoint any of us. We just have to wait a little longer. But if this strike means that everyone gets a better deal and the studios are forced to change their ways, it will be worth the wait.

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alchemie-tarot · 1 year

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2023: What’s on the horizon for you?

Happy New Year, everyone! 🎆 Giving you all virtual high-fives and energetic hugs. I’ve been seeing in my timeline a lot that people are getting into their soft eras. I liked that so much, I picked out this set of purple-pink skies I captured that I initially had for a different pick-a-card topic. Makes you slow down and watch in awe.

May this year treat you beautifully. 💜

Feel free to choose the pile/s that call out to you. Some details may not resonate with you since this is a general reading. As always, nothing is set in stone, so please don’t take it too seriously.

Pile 1

The Emperor (back of the deck), 6 of Swords, The Tower, 9 of Wands

2022 has been all about control and structure in your life. You've created a routine that enables you to complete your day-to-day tasks seamlessly. It could even be that you’ve perfected some kind of system for yourself. You’ve been handling things in a practical approach more than anything. Once you have set your mind to something, you don’t budge.

None of the knowledge you have absorbed has gone to waste. You’ve learned so much because of this dedication. “Bulletproof” came to mind. Any attempts to thwart your plans probably bounce off you, as if you’re made of steel. I have a feeling that there was a need for you to instill such discipline in your life, but at this point, you may have been taking these rules a little too seriously.

Seeing how you like to keep your feet planted on the ground, I believe you need to buckle up for a change, Pile 1. You may not be the type to shake things up from time to time, but there will be a lot of movement in your life this year. It may feel like a rug pulled from under your feet. There is an element of surprise. I feel that most of you may not like to hear that, and I apologize if it causes you distress.

You must know that this change is inevitable and it will manifest one way or another. Despite everything, though, I can see you riding it out. You will make this transition, even if you had to endure some strong discomfort for it. I assure you that you won’t be alone in this. Please don’t be afraid. The ways of the past are about to crumble because they won’t work anymore in contrast to the blazing potential ahead of you. It’s time to learn how to use your determination and willpower without letting them get the best of you. I have complete faith in you, Pile 1. I never see you back down and that already speaks volumes. Hang in there.

Pile 2

The High Priestess (back of the deck), King of Wands, 7 of Cups, Page of Cups, 9 of Wands

Splendid work getting to know who you are on a deeper level for the past year. It’s not an easy journey to go within but kudos to you, Pile 2, because I can see that you’ve learned to trust yourself and let go of the need to control every little thing. Balancing the burden of knowledge with self-compassion is key in this development. You may have spent a great deal in solitude, and look at you having thrived in it! Your Higher Self is radiant and they thank you for taking action, Pile 2.

Now, having shifted into the new year, your focus on your inner world is about to shift as well. The universe encourages you to get back out there. It’s time to get your head out of the clouds and come back down to earth. You know what you want now, having realized them during your period of reflection, and the next step is to turn them into a concrete action plan. I can see that manifesting them in a swift and bold way, owning exactly how you want things to be, is what would work wonders for you.

I really love your energy so far, Pile 2. Dazzling opportunities come your way precisely because they mirror you. There’s so many to choose from, all you have to do is take your pick. You’re a boiling pot of creativity and innovative ideas by yourself.

It doesn’t even stop there because I can see you becoming a source of inspiration for many others. People who may have struggles that are similar to yours in the past will see how amazingly in touch you are with yourself now. What a balm to their soul. An embrace of assurance and a breath of fresh air. You have filled your own cup by putting yourself first. This has then enabled you to help others by sharing yourself, led by the right mind and the right heart.

Pile 3

Knight of Wands (back of the deck), 6 of Wands, 8 of Swords, Queen of Cups, Justice

You’ve made 2022 your oyster, Pile 3. You worked hard and played hard– this would differ for each person, of course, depending on your definition of work and play. It doesn’t have to be related to your job or your studies. It could also mean that you have broken through your confines and started something new in your life, or pursued what you’re passionate about. Whatever it was, it has given you a lot of freedom. So much fearless exploration, and it’s like all those months flew by so fast. What a rich year it has been for you!

You’re coming out on top, and as the new year ushers in, your achievements will be in plain sight. You did it, Pile 3! You’re gonna make it! The world will see how you flourished and admire all the progress you’ve made. Bask in it as you deserve. Remember, though, that gratitude goes a long way in helping the seeds that you have planted grow fruit. Be careful not to let your confidence tip into arrogance.

There is a message here about you not being in touch with your intuition. You may have been ignoring something your gut has been telling you, or you may have deemed any time of quiet and introspection unimportant. Pile 3, it seems to be related to a big, unresolved aspect of your life that can have long-term consequences. I feel that many of you would rather not face it.

Alright, I know I said that things in your life are about to reach a fever pitch, but there is advice for you to pause and go inwards for a bit, or this excitement will risk some kind of explosion— a revelation you may not be ready for. Your inner compass seems to fluctuate more than it is stable. Your success won’t be going anywhere, you know, so don’t worry about it disappearing if you take some time away in order to reflect. Ease into it and remember to be fair to yourself.

Pile 4

King of Pentacles (back of the deck), The Empress, Knight of Swords, 8 of Pentacles Rx

I swear, this year has been all about the hustle for so many of you. If you felt like looking at Pile 1, its message has some similarities to this pile. Anyway, it goes without saying that you’ve been really getting that bread. Congratulations! In a fast-paced and competitive world where it’s hard enough to put one foot in front of the other, you got yourself out there with a discipline that wasn’t easy to cultivate, and you’re rewarded for it. Well done, Pile 4.

This year, it’s time for you to stop and take some time off to smell the roses. Go on a walk, eat something delicious that fills your stomach, and indulge in the luxuries you’ve set aside for so long. Create something with your hands that follows no criteria other than to please yourself. Relax! Relaaax. I say it like that because even though you’re fully entitled to this R & R, you still seem to be quite restless. Your guard is up as if you’re ready for some kind of combat. It’s like, you’re on your phone, waiting and mildly dreading the next thing to do even though it hasn’t come up yet, instead of clicking it shut and turning it face down.

Pile 4. You may have forgotten to live your life, but life hasn’t forgotten about you. You’re being called to freshen up and let your material pursuits and burdens take a rest for a while. Frolic into that imagination of yours and explore the more pleasurable side of your life. It doesn’t have to be extravagant. I bet you can get into the mundane and find the simple things that can make you smile, or remind you of the bigger picture. If it helps, you can still think of keeping your time of play and health in tiptop shape as a form of progress, too. Never mind if society tends to downplay it. Take it easy, Pile 4. You’ll thank yourself later.

Pile 5

The Devil (back of the deck), Strength, Queen of Pentacles, The Sun, The Emperor, Ace of Wands

2022 may have been one of the most nerve-wracking years of your life. I’ll go ahead and say that for some of you, it may have even been the worst. In several ways, you’ve felt trapped, empty, and powerless to change it. You may have been just waiting for it to drag along, putting your hopes into the new year. I’m so sorry to hear that, Pile 5. All you wanted was a little peace in so much chaos. For some, this year you came face-to-face with your demons.

You handled it with so much courage, Pile 5. I can see it shining from you like a ray of light. From the dark night and into the bright morning, you saw your vices illuminated before you and then gently, but firmly, held yourself accountable to them. Working with blockages isn’t an overnight thing. Still, as the Strength card depicts, you tamed that lion not with force, but with grace. It wasn’t easy at all, but you did it. You have no idea how much progress you made. I’m so, so proud of you.

If only I could properly convey the magnitude of blessings coming to you, Pile 5. Whatever it is, it’s gonna make you so happy. I’m telling you, the goods will be flowing and your aura’s gonna shine. “Money can't buy happiness?” Not for you, because this will surely open doors for you. For a few, it doesn’t have to be about finances, but a state of being grounded and surefooted enough to let your hair down. If you think it’s too good to be true, the cards clearly indicate a stability that will take its sweet time, but it will ultimately ease you into experiencing, more easily, a renewed life force. Joy.

This pile is unbelievable. I only meant to pull three cards, but five fell and three of them are the big Major Arcana energies. Honestly so extra (and I mean it as a compliment). Going back. You’ll have the time of your life, but it doesn’t just stop there. You’ll be building such an enterprise for yourself, you will end up being the boss of something. I think that, when you’ve been revitalized, your visions and creative ideas will also be brought into the light. Promising action plans and strong executions. Hot damn, you’re on fire. You’ll probably surprise yourself a lot throughout this. Blaze that trail, Pile 5. Believe me, it’s happening.

Pile 6

2 of Cups (back of the deck), Queen of Wands, The Tower, The Magician

You’ve found love this 2022. Whether it’s a romance, a trustworthy friend, a promising partnership, or an activity that makes you happy to be alive, you gained genuine connection with someone or something this year. This came at the right moment, when you needed it most, and brought you out of the dumps. A balance of give-and-take that you rarely encounter in your life. Your synchronicity with one another is effortless.

You make quite the force to be reckoned with together. I see that this connection encourages you to come out of your shell. The presence of the other party (whether an individual or an activity) strengthens your will to make a reality out of your wishes. You find new and surprising ways to make use of your resources, and your manifestation skills are skyrocketing. The possibilities are infinite. You may feel unstoppable.

This connection is not without trials and tribulations, though. There’s something significant about change here– not just a simple, day-to-day change, but radical change. For an individual connection, it could be that you’ve never been with someone like them. You may be different from one another in terms of culture and race. For an activity, you could have bonded with a craft that your peers would have found unexpected– not necessarily taboo, but quite peculiar. Either way, this connection is so fated, it can well shake your ground to its foundation.

I really get the sense that pursuing this for the long-term could really change your life. Even if you decide not to, you still may feel as if nothing will be the same as before. What you must know, though, is that this seems to demand all-or-nothing, so you must prepare carefully should you decide to jump headfirst. I have to admit, I could sense all kinds of risks in this path, but make no mistake that there will be its share of rewards as well. Just always be discerning, Pile 6. Go for your beautiful, unpredictable, and powerful truth.

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Thank you for taking the time to interact with this reading. Feel free to let me know how you thought of it! It really helps to hear about how it resonated, or not; the details that popped out to you. You are part of the magic, after all.

Stay safe!

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rogersideup · 10 months

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Nice to be Kneaded

The Brewing Storm

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Previous Part: Beautifully Natured Next Part: Doomsday

Word Count: 6,021

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

The kitchen was quiet and you felt content, and oddly not in a rush unlike most of the time you spent in the bakery. Alone or with a whole team of your staff scrambling to keep the front cases full, it seemed like there was always more than one person, oven, or order that needed your attention at once.

But you finally got a chance to pace yourself well today, and with your favorite calming playlist filling the quiet spaces over the intercom speakers, one oven preheating and the other baking one of the two new recipes you wanted to test to introduce as a fall flavor, you felt... relaxed.

Steve quietly sat in the corner at a decorating table with a sketch pad and a pencil, you warned him today would be a relatively boring day for him to hang around the shop, but he still claimed all he wanted to do was spend time with you. But the entire storefront and kitchen was squeaky clean from head to toe, every ingredient was well stocked, every supply was well organized, and nothing needed to be fixed so he entertained himself.

You made him a latte, got him comfortable, then he let you work. Luckily for him, you needed all the opinions you could get on some pumpkin spice cookies and pecan cinnamon rolls. He sat patiently, sipping away occasionally while focusing on his drawing in front of him.

All while you let the smell of heavenly cinnamon, pumpkin, nutmeg, ginger and clove filled the whole bakery. It only got stronger with every moment you opened the oven to rotate the cookies to get them evenly baked.

Steve wanted to complain, he wanted to tell you his watering mouth and grumbling stomach was all your fault, but he knew better. He knew the second you could manage it, there would be a warm cookie and another fresh piping hot latte in front of him. That was one of your favorite advantages of the serum you learned about in your time with Steve. You could pump him up with as much coffee as he wanted to drink and it didn't even matter, the caffeine did absolutely nothing to effect his body.

Besides, he needed something to draw and you were the perfect subject. How could you not be? With the sleeves of your sweater rolled up, your apron ties going around your back and tied in a cute little bow, and the strand of hair that had fallen out of your bun as your rolled out your perfectly pillowy cinnamon roll dough, you were just asking to be drawn onto paper. If he did anything to pull your attention away from the task in front of you, he might not have been able to completely capture how beautiful you were in that moment. Especially in that moment when you didn't even have to try, just your natural state was so captivating.

You never caught him staring at you. Not even after your dough was shaped into a perfect rectangle, not when you spread on the cinnamon brown sugar filling, not when you rolled it up and cut out each bun. He tried really hard to capture how you had a subtle little smile on your face after each roll was sliced and had a perfect swirl.

Once he had everything he needed on paper, he focused on shading and adding tiny details into your figure, even added a few more models of just your head on the page next to it when he realized how many faces you make while working. Raised eyebrows when the oven timer alarms, furrowed eyebrows when reading the recipe over, then wide eyed when you add an ingredient to a bowl, panic, then read the recipe one more time just to make sure.

The cookies had baked to perfection, so you pulled them out of the oven and put the tray on the cooking rack before wrapping your cute little rolls in plastic wrap for one final rise before they could bake.

You grabbed the sanitizer rag to clean up your workspace before addressing Steve without even looking up at him. "I can feel you staring."

"You have no proof, you haven't looked at me once." Steve challenged.

"How do you know I haven't looked at you?" You challenged back, grin on your face and heat rising to your cheeks.

"The avengers could use an interrogator..." He mumbled.

Once your counter was squeaky clean, you looked up at him, and he was looking down at his sketchbook. His pencil moved quickly on the page but you could tell his skillful hands had control over what it was doing.

"Whatcha drawing over there?" You asked.

Steve looked up at you through his eyelashes, looked back down at his sketchbook, then raised it up coyly. "This page is called 'I like the way she rolls'"

You squinted your eyes to see it just a little clearer from across the kitchen, and when you realized each little forms on the page was you at different stages of baking the cinnamon rolls, you were sure you turned beet red. He was so talented, there was no denying it, but whenever he showed you drawings he did of you, your entire brain would completely shut down. You didn't know how to react, but you were always very flattered.

He laughed at your blushing cheeks and the way your mouth hung open for just a second before snapping shut again. You shook your head at his laughter, then his your face in your hands and screeched like a teenage girl. "Why are you doing this to me?!"

"Oh come on" Steve laughed. "A beautiful thing like you is just begging to be turned into art. How could I let such an adorable subject go to waste?"

"You're very talented, Honey." Is all you could get out.

"And you're the cutest thing I've ever seen" He reciprocated. "Plus, if I have to up and leave tomorrow, I'd be damned if I didn't soak up every detail I could about the little things! Like I definitely need to remember how you stick your little tongue out when you cut through the roll or else I'd absolutely whither away without you."

Your smile turned sad at that statement, "well it doesn't matter cause you're never leaving me."

"No?" He questioned.

"No. You're actually in a hostage situation now." You informed him, grabbing a warm cookie from the tray and walking it over to him.

"I think I'm experiencing Stockholm Syndrome" He smiled as you set the cookie down in-front of him.

Your arms engulfed him from behind, and you littered the top of his head in a handful of kisses.

"I really didn't want to remind myself of that today" You admitted.

"I'm sorry" He sighed, his hands found your forearms and squeezed them gently. "I think about it a lot, I just really try to soak up every moment with you. Even days like today where you think you're boring me to death make me happy, and I really enjoy it nonetheless."

"I love it too" You squeezed him. "Now will you draw me a picture of you drawing a picture of me?"

"Seems a little challenging" He giggled.

"Well luckily for me you're just the kind've guy who likes to take on a challenge" You pat his head and walked away before giving him an opportunity to opt out.

While you continued working, he did actually draw you exactly what you wanted. It made you light up with the biggest smile and declare that you'd cherish it forever. Then, when all was said and done and you got back to your house that night, it ended up tacked onto your bedroom wall like a teenager with a poster ripped out of Tiger Beat magazine.

You also declared that you'd get a frame for it the next time you went to the store, but for now you didn't want to miss a single moment of the masterpiece hanging on your wall. It's home would be next to the first painting he made for you which has been cherished and loved since the second it entered your home.

The two of you laid in bed together that night, and Steve kept his eyes fixed on the pieces of his art on your wall. It made him smile every time he thought about how you treated everything he made like it was fine art, as if his work would be worth something one day. You cherished it even if it was just a little doodle on a sticky note that he was anxiously fidgeting with, or a painting he had spent countless hours on.

Oddly enough, that very painting kept him up late that night. Though the room was dark, his heightened vision allowed him to see it, and for some reason it just reminded him of how it would be there in your house a lot longer than he would. One day he would be nothing but a distant memory, and you pass by it without a second glance.

Maybe he'd be in a cell, or maybe he'd have to go save the world. Something could happen to him, anything could happen to him, there were so many circumstances in which he'd have to go and the universe would stop him from finding his way back to you.

You slept so peacefully right next to him, one hand gently holding onto his upper arm just so your subconscious knew he was still there. As odd as it sounds, he had to rip his eyes away from the art just to sneak in some time to look at you.

Steve turned onto his side, accidentally knocking your hand off of him in the process causing your cute little face to scrunch up before your foot found his leg and you relaxed again. He hoped that when the time came you'd be able to smoothly transition back into the life you lived before you knew him. Fiercely independent- living life for yourself, lifting the heavy bags, reaching the top shelves by climbing on chairs, and sleeping in empty beds.

The thought of you having to navigate life after he left made his heart ache. He knew that he would be a wreck, but sweet little you doing so much on your own was too much to bare. You had always put on a brave face for him, but he knew you would be sad when all was said and done.

Taking the risk of waking you up, he pulled you closer to him and wrapped your arms around you. Your little face nestled right into his chest, and your arm flung over his side to keep him close too.

Steve did eventually fall asleep somewhere between self pity and reminding himself to take it one breath at a time, but that path only led to the same nightmares that turned him nocturnal when his feet first landed in Greenwood.

Unfortunately, he had good nights and bad nights written right back into his routine after escaping the guilt ridden nightmares for awhile. The good nights went unspoken, and the bad ones were never forced into conversations.

If he didn't want to talk about it, you never made him, but you both knew it was happening. There were nights where you'd wake up to him tossing and turning, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling completely frustrated that he couldn't sleep and when he did it was littered with anxious interruptions. Sometimes you'd wake up shivering, huddled up so close to Steve for warmth but his big body couldn't cover all of yours and shield you from the cold autumn air after he had kicked off all the blankets in his sleep. Other times it was a little more dramatic, he'd mumble, gently kick and punch, his heart would race so fast you could see his pulse through his skin. You'd find ways to delicately pull him back to reality, and he'd wake up with a gasp before frantically looking around then hiding his face in his big hands.

When he was awake and well aware that he was at one of your homes, safe and sound as could be, you tried your best to make it better. There were more than a handful of long nights spent with the soldier laying face down on top of you, his hips slotted between your legs and his face hiding away from the world in the crook of your neck.

You'd happily play with his hair, and calm your breathing down to a slow and steady pace to try and get him to match it. Other times he needed a cold glass of water to snap him back into reality, and some space to process every evil trick his brain had played on him. Of course you'd never take offense to that, and if he was staying at your house you would make sure he got settled in on the couch with a soft blanket and anything he could possibly need. He always found his way back to bed after about an hour.

Whenever he calmed down from a nightmare, especially one he had accidentally woken you up with, you could tell he felt guilty about it just by the way he'd make sure you were tucked in nice and snug before scooping you into his arms and peppering your face in gentle kisses. Then in exchange, you'd be the one falling asleep to head scratches and undivided attention.

When the morning came on the tough nights, you'd ask him once if he was alright just to reiterate the sentiment that you really did genuinely care about his well being, but never twice if he seemed like he really didn't want to talk about it.

It's not that he was closed off or emotionally distant, it's just that he was experiencing the exact same nightmares over and over again. You had heard about every single one of them in rotation.

Him being woken up to a swat team surrounding him with weapons pointed at him in every direction, a plane crash, but more specifically, the plane crash, slowly dying in a battle field, Bucky falling from the train.

He just physically couldn't get himself to talk about the reoccurring events, he had already said everything that needed to be said, expressed his feelings on each one, and anything beyond that was just too much. You shouldn't have to hear about the intricacies of his trauma on a daily basis just because he couldn't sleep, nobody should. Besides, you had already done so much for his psyche by just being there.

Most of the nights he spent with you had been far more pleasant than nights on his own, and in the event a nightmare did occur with you by his side, they were far less vivid and way less gruesome. He even made it a point to let you know that you were always the key to the most relaxed state of mind he could have, and you made it a point to make sure the two of you slept in the same bed as often as physically possible.

The two of you also tried so many different things to try and keep the stress at bay before bed. No phones, absolutely no TV, and no consuming news. Most nights now was just the two of you having pleasant conversation and laughing until you couldn't breathe, solving puzzles and playing board games, cups of tea with full bellies, and getting your daily cardio in the form of your bodies tangled in the sheets.

It was nice, and simple. This new routine forced you even closer to him than you were before, it was a connection you had only dreamed of since being a little girl. Your night and shining armor, sweeping you off your feet with complete disregard to the jig-saw pieces he had knocked off the coffee table just to slow dance with you to the sound of a slow song that seeped out of the record player in his living room.

Every night you fell asleep completely relaxed, with a big smile on your face that only faded away alongside your consciousness. It seemed to be working for him too, as there was a few week long break from any nightmares at all.

Then, shit hit the biggest fan of them all. It just so happened that on this specific night, you had a lot going on. A huge order needed to go out, so you and your team stayed way passed closing to ensure a happy client. You had a 13 hour work day on your feet, then got home around 6pm to your mom who was staying with you for the night. She was on a road trip and passing straight through Greenwood and you offered to host her for the night so she could have a comfortable stay and a nice break from driving across the country. It even provided her a good opportunity to visit the bakery once more.

Your past and future relationships were a touchy subject for your mom, and Steve knew damn well his very existence alone was a touchy subject as well, so he kept himself company for the night. He stood in the living room, painting away at his easel for hours. The colors, textures, and shapes kept him occupied for what felt like forever, the same record the two of you often danced to was spinning on the player not even 5 feet from him. Every once and a while, his eyes would drift over to his dining room window, it faced your living room window and he could see the silhouette of you and your mom enjoying your time together through the sheer curtains. He could tell when you were laughing or invested in conversation just by your posture.

You must've had the same idea as him, because a glimmer of light caught his eye, and his head looked back over to his open window. The silhouettes were gone, but replaced by just you- poking your body through the curtains and waiting for his attention. A smile smeared across his face when he saw you, so you waved and blew him a kiss. His big blue eyes softened, and he blew a kiss right back.

Your body disappeared, assuming in attempts to not get caught by your mom blowing a kiss to the boy across the street as if you were back in high school again. All the lights in your house eventually turned off, but his stayed on for a while, keen on continuing his painting.

Relaxed, calm, happy. He even made himself a cup of tea the same way you would make it for him if you were here. No more phone, no more TV, just him and his canvas. An hour later, his mind was pulled from his relaxed state and was overcome with a sense of impending doom. It made the floor open up below him and swallow him whole, it made him drop his paintbrush onto the floor, his hands were so shaky he could barely pick it up again.

The feeling washed over him so suddenly, he couldn't wrap his head around what was happening to him. At first he thought he could've been having a heart attack, maybe a lung collapsed as the inability to breathe started to settle in. His whole body got hot, numbness set in the tips of his fingers and his toes as his legs wobbled with every stride over to the couch.

With no control on the way down, he practically fell onto it. Laying on his back he clutched his chest, trying his absolute hardest to get any amount of oxygen to his lungs regardless of his inability to breathe a regulated breath and calm his heart down enough to get a regular rhythm back.

Seriously convinced that he was having a medical emergency, he kept looking over at his phone all the way over by his easel, and his burner phone strictly for the Avengers all the way over on the dining table.

The more he was able to wrap his head around who he should even call, the more he realized 911 was guaranteed life in a cell, and you were exhausted. He knew you were exhausted. He would've literally rather died right there on the couch than wake you up and make you sneak out of your own house when you had already spread yourself so thin for other people.

So instead of seeking help, he submitted to whatever fate had planned for him. Still trying to breathe, trying to wrap his head around why he was profusely hot and starting to sweat, occasionally wiggling his fingers and toes trying to remind his brain they were still there regardless of his inability to feel them.

He didn't even know how long he stayed there as his stomach churned the uneasy feeling of impending demise and his own mind felt as if it had floated away from his body. But the record stoped spinning and the needle returned to its rightful place a while ago, and somewhere in that time he had ripped off his shirt and kicked off his pants. He was simply too hot and the fabric made him feel even more suffocated.

His heart eventually calmed and his lungs filled back up with air, intrusive yawns came at him quickly as big waves of sleepiness washed over him. Though he managed to pass out on the couch, the rest of the night was far from easy.

Nightmares were an understatement, each one was a true terror- each one had him crying before he even woke up. It was like the universe was taunting him as each dream was new.

One night felt like it had gone on for two whole days, and by the time the sun started rising he was both physically and mentally exhausted. His muscles were sore from being so tense, his sinuses hurt underneath his face, his jaw was clenched so tight that even his teeth hurt, and he had cried so much even in his sleep that he couldn't shed one more tear even if he tried.

It was worse than any battlefield he had ever been on, and he was sure to feel that long after he would manage to get some actual sleep, which only came when the sun peaked out just enough to eliminate most of the darkness in the sky.

That was just about the time you helped your mom pack up her car and sent her back on the road for one more day of driving before she reached her destination. You decided to sneak into Steve's house for some morning cuddles after a night without him before you had to leave for work in the afternoon.

After going through the side gate and unlocking the back door with the key he gave you, what you were met with inside broke your heart and told you everything you needed to know about how his night was.

There was paint dried to the floor by the easel, empty cups of water around the coffee table, his clothes haphazardly sprayed across the living room, he was curled up in a ball and shivering. The closer you got the more you could see the goosebumps raised across the entirety of his body, and details of his red swollen eyes and nose and cute little tear stained cheeks.

You were completely unsure if you should wake him up just to let him know you were there, or risk him waking up frightened that someone else was in the house with him. No matter what, it seemed as though he needed some love and a bit of comfort, so you did what your heart was telling you to do.

Quietly making your way upstairs to his bedroom, you stole the comforter right off his bed then headed back down. You carefully tossed it over his body before squatting down next to the couch, and tucking away all of the gorgeous strands of hair that flopped over onto his beautiful face.

He looked so cute even like this, bed head, a little sad pout, and his grown out beard going in a sorts of crazy directions before he brushed it all downwards every morning.

Your hand slid down to his shoulder that you gently squeezed and shook before he sucked in a big breath and slowly opened his eyes. He was almost too exhausted to process why you were there or the sympathetic look smeared across your face, but he wasn't too exhausted to feel so much relief upon seeing you.

He got a fistful of the comforter you covered him with before pulling it around himself tighter for more warmth, and hiding his face in it to spare himself from any drop of internalized embarrassment.

"My sweet baby" You cooed, fingers finding his hair once more. "You should've called me."

A verbal response wasn't something he felt capable of at the moment, all he could get himself to do was nestle his head into your hand just trying to feel you closer. You got the hint and laid down next to him, invading his personal space.

His arms wrapped around your waist and he laid onto his back, scooping you over so you would be right on top of him. Belly to belly, chest to chest, the pressure your body weight added on top of him was grounding. Holding you in his arms and having his face peppered in gentle kisses was healing in ways he didn't know he needed.

You warmed him up and eased his mind, you were all that had been missing in the past twelve miserable hours.

Propping yourself up a bit, you were able to get his cheeks in the palm of your hands. Your thumbs caressed gentle stripes across his cheeks and towards his nose, then you gently pressed a kiss right to the tip of it.

He couldn't keep his eyes open, and just being this close to him made you feel like you could vicariously feel his exhaustion. His hands slipped up the back of your shirt just to feel your bare skin on his fingertips, and the more you looked at him the more heart broken you became.

He hadn't done as much as spoken a single word, but you could tell the agony he was in. Nobody deserved the way the world had chewed him up and spit him out. The government constantly told him he wasn't enough, yet heavily relied on him to keep the country much less the entire world safe, then pointing fingers and calling him a criminal for protecting the people.

As much as you loved him and as much as it would pain you to see him go, the pain you'd feel could only be a fraction of how he felt on a daily basis being stuck in Greenwood.

Even amidst tender moments like these, he reminded you of a wild bird in a cage. You could feed him and care for him, sing and dance to make him happy, make his home as happy as could be, filling it with shiny little toys to keep him occupied, but as long as he wasn't soaring in the sky and living in his concrete jungle, he could never truly be happy.

Maybe the mere thought of the caged bird alone was sadder than you'd feel if you opened the cage door and watched it fly away. Walking by an empty cage every day would be disheartening, but knowing the bird was flying free and living its life to the fullest potential would make up for every ounce of sorrow.

Though you quite literally had no way of even opening that cage door in the first place, you knew you had to at least try to look for the keys. You had to try anything you could to make this better.

It seemed like the two of you were starting to fully realize that your borrowed time was running short, each second was spread out thinner and thinner.

So you got comfortable, and held him as if it could be the very last time. You made peace with saying goodbye to him as you matched your breathing, and hoped with your whole heart that he could rebuild the life he deserved as your heartbeats synced in rhythm.

Just when you thought the two of you couldn't get any closer, he tightened his grip once more.

"M'so happy you're here, sunflower" He mumbled, each syllable barely separating on his tongue and his voice was deeply raspy from what you assumed was exhaustion and crying.

"I'm sorry you had a rough night." You genuinely apologized. "You're safe here, honey.

He gently nodded in acknowledgment. If he had the words, he'd remind you that he always felt safe in your company. "So sleepy"

"Sleep as long as you need, I'll be right here."

He drifted off and finally got the proper rest his mind needed, thankful to be having sweet dreams this time. When he woke up again, you were still there just as promised. Just the sight of your cheek smooshed against his bare shoulder pulled a very real and very genuine smile out of him.

When he was ready, the two of you sat up and had a long conversation about what happened last night. You sat facing him, one leg crossed and the other thrown across his thighs. He could tell you listened intently as your eyes never stopped looking at his and your hand never stopped drawing hearts into his forearm.

As he explained how he felt, you could read between the lines of his words. He had a sudden panic attack, followed by a night of uncontrollable anxiety. The more he honed in on his emotions, the more your heart and values aligned.

"I feel crazy saying this," Steve paused with a sigh. "It feels like the world shifted last night when it all first started. It's like I already know what's going to happen."

"What do you think is going to happen?" You questioned, sliding your hand down his arm and piecing your fingers together.

"You know when really dark and scary clouds start to roll in and you can tell it's going to turn into a thunderstorm? The air feels different, you can feel the static in your joints?" He contextualized.

You nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"There's someone- something out there right now gearing up to do something bad. But worse than bad, catastrophic. This isn't going to end by me leaving Greenwood by choice, I think... a war is incoming. But not a small one, I'm talking the whole world"

You tried to remain calm and not let his words seep into your mind and create panic, you even tried to hide the fear on your face. "Why do you think that?"

"I sound insane." He shook his head in frustration. It was evident he thought your questions were patronizing but that really wasn't the case.

"No you don't, baby, I believe you." You reassured him. "I'm just really trying to understand what you're going through."

"Last night, when it all hit me it felt like a storm brewing. The air is different, I can feel it running through my body. I was having dreams all night about the tesseract, in each one it was completely destroyed and the stone inside of it would go missing in mysterious circumstances." He sucked in a shaky breath.

"Do you think it has to do with Loki?" Your thumb smoothed over the skin on the back of his hand.

"At first I thought so, but then I had dreams of Vision."

"Vision is the Ultron guy?" You asked, making sure you had all your facts straight. Trying to sort through all of these events as a civilian was far more confusing that Steve probably understood.

"Yeah, Tony and Bruce's Android. In each one he died and when I found him, there was always a hole ripped in his head where the mind stone is supposed to be." He continued explaining. "I don't think it's Loki or Vision or any single one us. It's something bigger, maybe from a whole different world."

"Is there anyway you can warn anybody else about this? Maybe talk to Sam or Nat to see if they've felt it too?"

"I've been wanting to talk to them, I've been missing them a lot recently." He agreed. "And I'm sorry, I'm really not trying to scare you. It's just that every time since taking on this role and I've felt like I needed to be doing more, I was right in some way or another. It's really difficult to feel stuck here when everything in my brain is screaming at me to do something."

"I know, Honey." You cooed. "I know you feel like you can't do anything to help the situation in the grand scale of things right now, but what if we start laying down the groundwork here?"

"Like what?"

"Make a plan. That's what you're best known for right?" You poked him right in the middle of his chest, a little grin on your face. "Let's figure out what your grand exit of Greenwood is going to look like, what I'm supposed to say to the neighbors and your landlord in your absence. You can try and get in contact with any of the Avengers willing to listen. Anything you can do right now to start untangling this whole situation right here from home."

"Are you sure you aren't Captain America?" Steve asked, cocking his head to the side. He already felt better as your suggestions rolled off your tongue. It was as if you took the reigns and placed them in his palms.

"I mean... no one has ever seen me in the same room as Captain America" You shrugged, raising an eyebrow.

Steve giggled and let out a sigh. He could still see some residual worry in your eyes. "You know that no matter what happens, I'll fight tirelessly to make sure you stay safe" he squeezed you hand.

"The scariest part about this for me is that I do believe you." You admitted. "I guess if this is the end of the world, there's no one better to be out there protecting us all than Steve Rogers."

"It's not the end of the world" Steve stressed. "I know a lot of people who would never let that happen."

"But just in case it is, I'll be your cheerleader until the very end." You grinned.

Steve reached up and delicately cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a long, sweet kiss.

"I could only hope I'll keep you as safe as you keep me." Steve spoke against your lips.

A few hours of couch snuggles later, you had to peel yourself away to go to work. Once the employees were gone and the doors were locked, Steve made his way back to the corner and drew more pictures for both you and him to keep for a rainy day when the future separation felt too grand.

This time while you typed away at the computer responding to inquiry emails, a piece of paper was slid onto the desk next to your keyboard.

It was of you and him this morning, a little 3 part cartoon. The first one was him sleeping with a sad pout on his face. The second was you getting under the blanket with him, a loving look on your face and an alert look on his. And the third was you two cuddled up together, both of your eyes closed with content smiles with little hearts coming out of his head.

The title at the top of the page; calm before the storm

Next Part: Doomsday

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