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ghosts-to-reid · 4 months ago

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Neo Gothic V

Summary: Reader delves into her past, shocking the BAU. Spencer decides to plan evening to distract you, but it doesn't go quite as planned.

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MDNI, Mentiones of murder, decapitation, disembodyment, genrerally if you cant watch a slasher or a porno maybe dont read this, look after yourselves! Dom!Spence, Unprotected sex (dont do that!), breeding link if u squint, spencer being a cocky shit in bed (did i forget anything)

A/N: Mommy cooked! I spent two days writing this i hope you enjoy

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Finale / Masterlist / Bibliography

The sun was beating down onto you as you shut your car door with a slam. Peeking through your sunglasses, you looked around your parents property, trying to find some sort of sign of life from them. On days like this, your mother would usually be tending her garden, whilst your dad was fiddling with something in the garage. Yet, there was no sign of either of them. You had tried to call a week ago, your usual weekly check in, but had assumed you missed them, assuming they’d gone out. Paying it no mind though, as you had planned this surprise trip already, missing your own misfit parents.

Your mum was an avid gardener, she was enthralled by the beauty of the natural world. She would teach you to appreciate every plant, every bug, and appreciate the cycle of life that was so integral to her garden. She explained in great detail how to care for tomatoes, the importance of gentle touches and how delicate an ecosystem can be, how one small change can disrupt the cycle forever. She even taught you to appreciate the ugly sides of nature, the rot, the decay, she didn’t view this as any sort of sign of failure, only the signs that the cycle of life was turning.

To no surprise, she was also a poet, your father joked about how she was born in the wrong century, and that she would be far more at home besides the naturalists of the 18th century, to which she’d tease her attraction towards Byron. Her words were always littered with floral inspirations, and her clear love for life.

Meanwhile, your father was far more on the mad scientist side of things, he would tinker away in his garage on cars, or be locked away in the storm cellar that he had converted into a woodwork shop. You couldn’t remember the last time you had bought a piece of furniture since he had done this, he had been carving and building things for as long as you could remember. It brought him joy to create things from nothing.

Deciding they were probably inside, you let yourself in, the door already unlocked. The house had an eerie stillness to it that you weren’t accustomed to. Making your way through room to room, you saw no evidence of your parents. The tv was off, so was the radio, there weren’t any signs of breakfast or lunch being made in the kitchen. A buzzing caught your attention as you looked around the kitchen, a few flies had seemingly made a home in the now putrid fruit bowl. A sickly sweet decay floated in the air, making you unintentionally gag.

Your unease began to build at the sight, now following your legs as they frantically searched the house.

“Mom? Dad?” You called, searching the dining room, futility making you believe they may be sitting there. Practically sprinting up the stairs, you threw open room by room. Each as empty as the last.

Trying not to panic, you make your way downstairs, heart still beating fast, you think about the possibility of their whereabouts.

Both of their cars were still parked outside, they had to be home. Hell, the front door wasn’t locked. There’s no neighbours for at least another mile or two, and they wouldn’t have walked it. They were fairly big loners after all, they wouldn’t go out of their way like that.

The storm cellar was the only place you hadn’t checked.

Making your way outside, you creeped to the shutters. There it was again, that sickly sweet smell that had lingered in the kitchen, only this time, it was almost too sweet to bare. Catching sight of your mothers garden, it was wilted and soulless, a far cry from the once vibrant display it once was. Petals and leaves drooped in melancholy at their abandonment, whilst her vegetables sat half devoured by the snails and slugs who had feasted on them. The nerves in your body felt stilted as you reached your hand to open the cellars latch, and you were met with a stench of decay the moment you swung the hatch open. Stepping away you gagged once more, bringing your hand to cover your nose and mouth in disgust.

Turning to the cellar door, you gazed into the darkness,Uncertainty flooded you as you gingerly took the first step down the staircase, then the next, and the next. The stench grew as did your fear. Reaching blindly for the cord, finally illuminating the scene in front of you.

An inconsolable sob freed itself from your throat as your eyes scanned the scene before you.

Your parents had been disembodied. Parts of them were strung around the room as if a rabid animal had been cornered by them and attacked. It was a gruesome scene, almost mimicking a butcher's shop in the display. Organs were hung from bannisters, body parts partially filled with chunks missing.

An organised tableaux of sanguination.

Finally, you spotted their heads. Facing you, as if a greeting, placed with a gentle care that didn’t match the rest of the room. There, they laid on your fathers woodwork bench. Leaning one another, as they have done when alive.

Fear had rooted you in place as you took the scenes in around you. The stench burning your nose as flies buzzed and maggots squirmed in the remains of your family, the room a lot louder than you had expected. Finally, you found the strength to flee. There was no sign of another person on the property, you had no idea how long they had been left like that. Springing to call the police, the rest was a blur.

The cops came and questioned you, you were frantic at your discovery. The flashing lights, the ambulances, then the news crews. Police had managed to keep you hidden well enough from them, but you were inconsolable. Eventually, the medics had to sedate you.

The next day, when you woke to the bright lights of the hospital, a nurse was by your side in a moment. At first, you didn’t remember what you had seen, but when the nurse explained why you were there, the memories came stampeding back, crushing you under their weight.

During your stay at the hospital, the police had caught the man who had done this to your parents. He wasn’t some fantastic serial killer as you might expect, but just a drug addict, who had been living in a shack in the forest that joined your property. He had taken too much one night and had a break, finding your parents and believing them to be evil spirits or some kind of demonic threat, he pleaded guilty and was awarded the death penalty.

There was solace in the knowledge he was caught and put away, but there would still be that inkling fear of the unknown to you. Why, out of everyone, were your parents his victims? Why did he choose them? Why did your life have to be turned off of the rails because of someone else's problems? There was still a lot that had been left a mystery to you.

By the end of your stay, you had to be sedated twice more, and was very nearly admitted to their psych ward for a short stay whilst you regain your composure. Diagnosed with PTSD and Anxiety during your stay, You agreed to therapy sessions with a therapist and taking medication on your return to college.

This is when your fascination with the Gothic genre accelerated, you had found interest in them before, but now it was sparked by another fascination. It was an almost macabre curiosity you had, as if you would find the answers for the brutality of your parents death were hidden in the words. As if Walpole or Stoker would be able to answer why this happened. Slowly, you began to focus more on them than any other genre, forgetting Bronte and Austen, and turning to more darker fiction. There was comfort in the fact that the villain was always defeated, the victim always having a happy ending after their hardship, but you couldn’t believe that that was the end. Where were the people like you? Those left in the wake of destruction, the victims who have to live in the trauma of what had taken place. It was an almost never ending search to find yourself in those pages.

A month had passed before you had to drop out. The mental strain of what you had seen, combined with academic stress was something you couldn’t handle. Your therapist had supported this decision, and encouraged you to take time for yourself, maybe go away for a while. After all, you were lacking the emotional solace you needed right now. Family was lacking, most of your parents family already dead, except an estranged uncle of your fathers who lived in Alaska. He wasn’t ever the most emotionally affirming man.

That was when you decided to move to Virginia. Knowing that wasn’t her meaning, you still rationalised it for yourself. There was no chance that you would ever step foot in that house again after what you had seen, their house was theirs and owned outright, you could move in tomorrow if you had wanted. But the knowledge of what had happened froze you in your tracks whenever you attempted to enter. College was also poisoned, you had become a lightning rod for shallow sympathy. Professors were marking your assignments less harshly, their feedback becoming vapid at best, strangers hugged you in pity, and the looks of despair that many gave you were far too much for you to handle. Now known as the girl whose parents had died horrifically, you decided on a fresh start.

Packing up a U-haul, you sold your car, locked up your parents house tight, and finally, drove away. Never returning since, never looking back, simply forward into the unknown of your future.

Now, you sat in the briefing room of the BAU, a team gathered around you with almost unreadable expressions as they listened to your story. It was you who had decided to tell the team, after Tyler’s head… Maybe there were connections here that you missed. Maybe the man who had killed your family wasn’t who they had sentenced and now the original killer has returned to finish the family massacre he started. There were too many unknowns.

JJ knew that your parents had died, but hadn’t been privy to how, she made her way over to where you sat, now with tears falling, and handed you a box of tissues before placing a kind arm around your shoulders. No one knew what to say, they were used to being able to separate themselves from crimes such as this, but they never guessed they would have been working with a victim of one so closely without even an inkling. Hotch was stoic, arms crossed with a hand resting on his chin, deep in thoughts that gave no allusions to his face. Derek was silently seething that this had been happening to you and they had no idea, whilst Emily was simply speechless, blinking whilst trying to find her words.

Spencer, of course, was less surprised, but you could see his anguish written all over him. Of course, you had told him they were murdered before, but you had avoided the details. He was shocked at how well you had managed to hide this from the team, and how they had missed this.

Eventually, Hotch was the one who spoke first.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. If I had known, I wouldn’t have pressured you to help us before-”

“Why did you never tell us, Sweetheart?” Derek interrupted Hotch, his voice stern but soft. He wasn’t angry at you, just the situation. The rest of the team seemed relieved that he voiced this, thinking the same themselves. “We would have supported you, you know?”

All you could do was shake your head, JJ softly dropped her hold on you as you wiped your eyes once more.

“I-I didn’t want to be that person… I’ve been the person before, the person who is pitied… I just wanted to move on, I wanted to escape that… My parents, I love them, I miss them more than I can explain. It’s just that every time I tried to… It’s like this stabbing pain, here, right in the middle of my chest. It aches and aches until it webs out and I can feel every ounce of pain, just, burning through my muscles.” A deep breath “I wasn’t there. The man who did that to them… I just…” And then you were crying again. Spencer quickly made his way over to you before you tried to speak more, shaking his head at the rest of the team before helping you up

“I think the team has everything they need from you right now, let's go grab some air.” He nodded to Hotch before leading you away. Leaving the team in the wake of their revelation.

The team had a mixed bag of emotions, sadness and sympathy, of course, but also anger. Anger that they had been co existing with you for nearly a year whilst you had been silently suffering with this weight on your shoulders, and that they had neglected their own. They’re profilers, why hadn’t they noticed your withdrawal? Things began slowly clicking into place on why you had been so distant until now. You were afraid of living through that again.

“I consulted on that case…” Hotch spoke quietly. “It wasn’t serial, but with nature the locals had asked our guidance. It was random, no premeditation…” Sighing, he stood, turning to the board. Derek and Emily shared a knowing look before joining him. The team now had renewed vigour to solve this case.

Things slowly began to fall into place from there. The unsub had ties in Texas, obvious from the Harley Walls case. Turning their attention to connections between Tyler and her, They also began to dig into your parents' original case. Digging deeper to find if anything had been missed beforehand. They delve into your background more, trying to find anyone who may be connected enough to accomplish this terrible mission.

It was later in the evening now, The team had exhausted you with questions about your past, trying to follow any lead they could, But it was for the better. By the end of the day, the team had built a profile.

“White male, aged 35-50, average height, possibly above average build due to the nature of the crimes. He has an intricate knowledge of both the gothic and Y/N’s life. This may be due to his own research into you. He is a stalker, an intimacy seeker. We believe that he has seen something in Y/N that he wants, he has deluded himself that Y/N fits the trope of a damsel in distress from a gothic novel. He is replicating novels to gain her attention, using her interest as a mode and manipulating the BAU to investigate. He knew where she worked and that we would be called in, that we would ask her for help. We know that he had a partner in Texas, so he is organised enough to plan ahead, and we know he is able to manipulate people. His behaviour is devolving, now directly addressing Y/N with what he sees as gifts. He thinks of himself as a hero, trying to save Y/N. Something has triggered his devolution, and we have been unable to predict his next moves thus far.”

With this profile, you gave the team the three people who may be involved. Your therapist, Dr. Bell, your professor, Dr. Purcell, and your uncle, Kirk Quarles. The team were then off to investigate them further, sending you and Spencer back to his apartment for the night.

You sluggishly made your way to Spencer’s couch, you hadn’t spoken much after you told the team about your parents. He was concerned, he hadn’t seen you eat today yet, he could see your gradual withdrawal through the day, the beginning of a spiral. He was familiar with how they looked, he had been through enough of them himself, his kidnapping and addiction to dilaudid gave him enough to know the signs, even before you might notice them. Spencer sat beside you, you were staring off into the black screen of the tv, not noticing the dip in the sofa beside you. Seeing your dissociation, He grasped your hand in his, bringing your attention to him.

“Where did you go?” He asked, tracing his fingers along the creases of your palm. You kept your eyes focused on the movements of his fingers with a shrug, your only response.

“Just thinking…”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shake your head.

“Just… I had to talk about a lot of things today that I never wanted to touch again… Why me? Why now? What did I do to deserve this?” Your voice cracked lightly, Spencer pulled you into him, enveloping you in warmth. He grasps the back of your head, lightly stroking it, silently comforting you.

No words were needed for you to know you were safe here with him, that there wouldn’t be a head waiting on the step for you, or that whoever this crazy man was, he wouldn’t be able to touch you whilst you were with Spencer.

“Why don’t you take a bath? And I’ll order us some food, okay? Then we can do whatever you want, we can ignore everything for tonight.” His voice was nearly muffled in your hair, but you nodded into his chest, lifting away from him and wiping your eyes. Making quick work, Spencer goes to start the bath whilst you gather your things, joining him in the bathroom. He was facing the tub, checking the temperature. You could smell lavender and chamomile, and saw bubbles in the tub, you watched as he grabbed a towel from a small cabinet in the corner. Finally, he turned and noticed you, leaning against the door frame watching him. A small smile found his features, as he approached you

“I’ll go order some food” He moved to walk past you but you held an arm out to stop him, pausing for a moment before speaking, nerves beginning to pull at your throat.

“Can you stay?” His eyes widened slightly “I just… I don’t want to be on my own…”

Spencer blinked at you for a minute, mouth opening and closing, trying to find his words.

“Is that… I mean… I-”

“You don’t have to get in with me!” You quickly added “Just, sit with me?”

His mouth shut when you finished. Looking into your eyes he saw that remnant of fear from earlier still hiding, and he couldn’t say no. After a moment, he placed his hands softly on your hips, dipping to press a small kiss to your temple.

“Do you want me to read to you?” He spoke softly, nodding in reply he gave your hips a small squeeze before he let go “Why don’t you get in whilst I grab a book? What do you want to read?”

“Whatever you want to, I don’t care.” You hum, he simply nods in acknowledgement leaving whilst you undressed and stepped into the warm water. It felt soothing on your muscles, you hadn’t realised how much tension you were holding until you sank deeper into the bubbles. The smell of lavender and chamomile doing their jobs of relaxing you. A few moments later, Spencer knocked on the door, entering when you answered, his eyes glued to the ground. Though you’re covered with bubbles, he still avoided looking at you until he was sitting, back to the side of the tub on the floor. You moved your arms over the side, resting your head there whilst Spencer looked at you finally.

“I thought that maybe you’d enjoy a romance rather than… you know” He sheepishly held up a worn copy of pride and prejudice. Smiling, you hum a contented sigh. He opens the book, reading from the pages softly as you sit and listen to his voice, being soothed by his soft baritone.

After half an hour, you felt like you were shrivelling up like a prune. Spencer excused himself whilst you towelled off and dressed. As you did, you thought back on your… relationship? With Spencer. He had been kind and attentive from the very moment you first spoke. Never pushing, always gentle. No one had taken care of you like this before, you had never allowed them to. You had wondered why you had allowed yourself to be so vulnerable around him so quickly, but you couldn’t find a clear answer. There was simply just a feeling of safety between you two.

Finally, you make your way back to his living room, where he is now sitting in his pyjamas. He is scrolling his phone, no doubt for the food he had promised before your bath. You sank down next to him, and leaned into his side, he absent mindedly pulled you closer, arm snaking around your shoulders as you snuggled closer, as if second nature. He was on a food delivery app like you thought, trying to compare the prices between two restaurants. This made you smile and let out an amused sigh.

Once the pair of you had eaten, a silence settled over the apartment. It was comfortable, as you laid on top of Spencer’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as his arms were lazily wrapped around you, both of your attentions on a documentary that Spencer had chosen. This routine that you had both settled into was easy, no communication needed. It was as if this was your normal, and as you laid there, the more you realised how much you wanted this to be permanent. Spencer wanted to take things slow, and do things traditionally, but it was past that point now. There wasn’t a reset button that would allow him to wine and dine you properly, this wasn’t a normal way to date, but you didn’t care about that.

Born out of something horrific, your connection with Spencer was clear. You wanted to stay like this forever. As usual, it was like Spencer had a radar for when you got lost in your thoughts, as he lightly tapped your back to get your attention.

“What are you thinking about now?” He hummed, brow furrowed with small concern. Blinking softly up at him, you looked at him between your lashes.

“You…” Was your soft reply, his brow relaxed along with his eyes, his arms pulling tighter around you as he smiled

“Yeah, what about me?”

“Just about how… safe you make me feel. How much i enjoy this, and how i don't want it to stop...”

He took a deep breath, smiling as he rubbed your back soothingly “I don’t either…”

“I don’t think you’re going to be able to take me out properly, you know” You let a small laugh out, propping yourself up slightly on your elbows to get a better look at his face. Moving your hand to softly move a stray hair from his forehead “But I’m not upset about it… I’ve liked this…”

“I have too…” He leaned in, his forehead now resting against yours. Both of your breaths were shallow as you stared into each other's eyes “Can I tell you something?” A soft nod from you before he continued “I wanted to ask you out for so long, I had a crush on you from the first time I saw you.”

His confession elicited a giggle from you, quirking a brow

“You did?”

“Mhmm… I did, that’s why I offered to share a room, I thought It’d be an opportunity to get to know you better. I guess I was right, though I didn’t expect it to happen quite like this.” Both of you broke out into a small laugh, he moved his hands to your hips, whilst you unintentionally moved to straddle him.

“Can I tell you something?” You smiled to him, pressing your foreheads together once more

“Go on”

“I liked you too…” You felt like a teenager again, giddy over a love confession from someone who clearly already liked you. Still, you revelled in the warm feeling that took over the feeling of impending doom that had been haunting you the last few days.

“Oh really?” He quirked a teasing brow, you nodded shyly, which only brought a bright smile to his face. “I guess that the room mishap was a good thing in the end then?”

Huffing a small laugh out in response, you placed a small kiss on his forehead. Resting yours against where your lips had just been. There was a moment of stillness between you, something left unspoken.

“Why Are we waiting then?” You asked, voice barely a whisper. Spencer closed his eyes and sighed, rubbing his hands up your waist.

“I don’t know…” Was all he could say, his voice meagre as he met your eyes once more. There was longing between you both, palpable in the thick air surrounding you. It was then you realised your compromising position, and you swallowed thickly.

You were sitting on top of him, legs either side, as he held your hips. You were leaning forward enough for him to peek at your cleavage, when he realised you saw his Adam's apple bob as he tried to look elsewhere. You took the initiative, and kissed him softly.

He was styled at first, unsure of what to do. Finally, his desire won as he began to kiss you back. What started as a slow, tender kiss, quickly turned feverish. Things left unfinished, things that were unsaid, rising to the surface as your tongues began to fight for dominance. Absentmindedly, you ground your hips down onto Spencer, electing a load groan from him. His fingers gripped your waist tighter as he bucked up, hitting between your legs. Now, it was your turn to moan, Spencer swallowed the sound as he pulled your hips down, seeking more friction.

He bucked against your clothed folds lightly, teasing you, and quickly turning you into a moaning mess. You could feel the wetness between your thighs growing with each buck of his growing member against you, His groans becoming louder each time.

His lips moved to your neck, nibbling at your tender spots. Rolling your hips against his, you began to chase the high that was quickly approaching. Your hand found his hair, your fingers pulling at the strands between your fingers softly.

“Spencer…” You mewled, causing him to grind against you harder, a loud moan escaping your mouth as his lips clamped onto a sensitive spot on your collar bone. “Im- Im so close-” You were cut off abruptly when Spencer stopped. Eliciting a strangled cry of anger from you in the absence of him. He sat up quickly, and moved you to your back, now straddling you. Your legs are wrapped around him still, but looking between the two of you, you saw his large member through his pants, It caused you whine lightly with want, hips moving to find the friction that they had just a moment ago

“Not yet… I’ve waited too long for this” His tone had changed, voice darker and filled with lust. He ducked his head to kiss you again, he was fighting to control himself, it was clear in his restrained kiss. His hands began to wander all over your body, squeezing your breasts as his hand ran over them. Arching your back, you moaned into the kiss. You felt him smirk against your mouth before pulling away. He looked down at you, a panting mess beneath him, hair messy, eyes blown out with lust. A new side of Spencer was slowly revealing itself to you, and it excited you to no end.

“You're Sure you want to do this?” His eyes wandered as he spoke, taking in your curves, taking in the sight of your skin that was peeking out from your messed up shirt. Nodding feverishly, he picked you up from the couch with a squeal from you before he took you to his bedroom. He softly placed you onto the bed, kissing you as he stood, Unbuttoning his shirt before once again positioning himself on top of you.

His hands began to explore your body once more, now braving under the thing layer of your vest. A gasp escaped you as you felt the cold of his fingers against your skin, but were quickly soothed by the trail of fire left in their wake. You felt electricity with each one of his touches. His hand slowly made its way to the waistband of your pants, tugging lightly to ask permission.

“Yes, please.” You moaned, eager to be touched by him. A small groan escaped him as he kissed you again, his hand sinking beneath the fabric.

He slowly moved his hand to your pussy, moving slowly through your folds as he gathered your slick on his fingers, A cocky small now on his features as he pulled away from your kiss, watching your reactions to his touch eagerly.

“I’ve barely touched you and your this wet?” His voice was husky in your ear, as he spoke he teased your now sensitive bud, causing you to jerk your hips slightly, chasing the sensation. Unable to speak, he simply huffed out another small laugh “So needy for me baby…”

He continued to tease your clit, the slow pace was killing you, you needed more.

“Spencer, please…” You gasped, arm moving to grasp his hair once more, lightly tugging at the brown strands. He moaned at the sensation, which made you clench around nothing. His pace sped up for a moment, a loud whine breaking the near silence of the apartment. Smirking once more, Spencer removed his fingers from your clit. Another whine, this time one of dissatisfaction.

“Why do you keep stopping-” Your complaint was interrupted by the feeling of Spencer's finger penetrating you. His face was filled with pride as he watched you writhe under him in pleasure, he hadn’t even undressed you yet. He started slowly, once more enjoying the view of your face as it twisted in pleasure. You were unravelling before him, and he loved it. Your hands moved to pull off your pants, to allow him more access to you. He removed his hand, pulling your pants the rest of the way off for you. Then, he moved between your thighs, standing with them either side of him. He observed you once more, staring down at you almost intimidatingly, admiring his work. You were breathless, half dressed, in a mess of sheets and hair splayed. He had never seen anyone look so beautiful. His gaze began to make you self conscious, you began to move to close your legs, embarrassed by his stare, but he roughly gripped your thighs to pry them open once more.

“I thought you wanted me to touch you?” He asked, teasing as he sank slowly to his knees. Your breathing quickened with excitement as you realised his intention, legs opening wide for him once more. “Good girl” was all he spoke before attacking your clit with his tongue.

A loud moan escaped you as he sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue against your sensitive bud. It was ecstasy, he looked up to you between his eyelashes, looking almost innocent as he ate you out like a mad man. He added back his finger, pumping in and out of you at the same pace of his tongue. You were so close to the edge, and then he added another finger. Grabbing his hair you pulled him closer, riding his face as you began to reach your climax

“Fuck, Spencer… I'm so close…” He continued his pace, you could feel his smile against your pussy. “I'm gonna… Im gonna”

His groan vibrated against you, and it sent you over the edge. You came with a loud moan, your legs involuntarily squeezing his head between your thighs as you rode out your high. His fingers slowed their pumping as he helped you work through it.

For a moment, all you could see was stars. You barely noticed Spencer stripping off his shirt, or him unbuckling his pants. He brought your attention back to him when he lightly pulled you higher on the bed, softly cradling you in his arm “You still with me?”

You nodded, eyes meeting him. His eyes were already on you, they were still blown out with lust, but there was something else. The way he looked at you it was like you were the only person in the world, focus on you completely

“Do you want to stop?” He asked softly, bringing his hand up to softly caress your cheek, you leaned into his touch before shaking your head now. He let out a small laugh before he moved to sit between your legs. Leaning down to kiss you, the hand that wasn’t supporting his weight reached between your legs once more. Still slightly sensitive, you gasp into his mouth as his fingers begin to play with your pussy once more. After a moment, when he was satisfied you were ready for him, he sat up right. He pulled his boxers down to reveal his member, the size caught you by surprise. You watched as his hand pumped along the length a few times, you swallowed thickly as you watched him line himself up with your entrance, you waited with bated breath before he slowly slid into you.

“Fuck…” Spencer hissed out as he watched himself enter you, eyes glued on the sight of you swallowing his length. It was almost overwhelming for you, you couldn’t control the sounds escaping your mouth as he slowly sunk himself into you, completely filling you up.

“Spencer…” You whined when he stopped moving, his eyes snapped up from his view to meet your eyes, staring at him with needy desire.

“Use your words.” He ordered, biting back a smile. He was enjoying making you a mess way too much. You began to move your hips, squirming for some sort of release, but his hands held your hips in place. “I said, " Use your words.” He smirked

“Spencer please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me…” You hid behind your hand, embarrassed slightly, but Spencer knew you enjoyed it by the way your pussy clenched around him. With one last smile he slowly pulled out, only to slam himself back in. You moaned loudly, and he did it again.

“Fuck!” You moaned loudly, feeling him inside you was amazing. He filled your hole up so perfectly, as if that was where he belonged. As his pace began to speed up, you lack of control over the sound syou made increased. Spencer fucked into you slowly at first, but as he grew needier, he sped up.

Panting, he leaned back into you, catching your lips in his in a messy kiss, fucking into you like a mad man.

“Feel so good… You’re so perfect, such a good girl… Just want to make you feel good.” He moaned to you, each word made your pussy clamp tighter around him.

“I'm so close, spencer” You puffed out between strokes, Spencer didn’t reply, only moving his free hand to play with your clit.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my cock?” His voice was dark with desire, you nodded feverishly as you began to peak once more, a loud moan escaping as you finally came.

Spencer continued to fuck into you, that smirk of pleasure on his face once more. He watched you writhe under him as you came, helping your ride out your high as he chased his own.

“Fuck… Where do you want me to cum?” His voice cracked, and you could barely hear him in the haze of your orgasm.

“Inside…” You muttered, becoming overstimulated from his continuous fucking. A loud groan escaped Spencer's lips as he buried his head into your shoulder, after a few big strokes, you felt him release himself inside of you, cum slowly seeping out of you when he pulled out.

He collapsed beside you on the bed, and there was quiet for a minute before he pulled you close to him, tangled in sheets and limbs, he placed a small kiss onto your forehead as you wrapped your arms tightly against his torso.

“We should get cleaned up…” You muttered, not wanting to move from this position. Spencer hummed in agreement, neither of you moving though, there was another ebay of silence.

“So… does this make us… you know…” Spencer’s voice was small, a far cry from the man who had just fucked you silly for the last hour. He was a tender spencer once more. You nodded against his chest

“I think we were a far cry from traditional dating in the first place…” You laugh before he pulls you into a deep kiss, not one like before that was filled with lust, but one filled with longing and love, saying everything you both couldn’t. Afterwards, you both showered together, washing each other gently,, before finally settling in for the night. Successfully being distracted from today, you fell into a dreamless sleep.

Part 6 soon...

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#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds prompts #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic

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crsssie · 1 year ago

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batfam as couple tiktoks pt.2

word count: 1.7k

summary: couple tiktoks I've seen on douyin with the batboys

𓅫. running off mid-proposal to buy a ring - Bruce Wayne

"So, will you please marry me?" Opening the ring box, Bruce looks up at you. You blink owlishly at Bruce, pursing your lips as you hold your hand up. Bruce tilts his head at you in confusion as you rush off, and your friends and his kids all pause to process what the hell just happened. "Father, I believe this is a no." Damian stares at your retreating figure. "No, I think they'd at least give B the courtesy of a rejection." Steph mumbles. "This... dumbass!" Your friend curses, clicking on her phone violently as she dials again, your phone sending her to voicemail. "Let's just go back." "No." Bruce frowns. "Just a little longer." It eats him alive. Bruce isn't even sure if you'll run back or come back, but he has an inkling of a suspicion that you wouldn't just leave him like that. You've never just run away from him like that— not even when he showed up in front of you half-dead as Batman. You didn't just run away like that. You never have. "Really, Bruce, I think—" "I'm back!" You yell from the distance, Tiffany bag in tow as you run to Bruce, fumbling to get the box out, smiling at him stupidly as you show him the ring. "Will you marry me?" Bruce laughs, a sound coming from his chest as you grin at him, smile lopsided. "Only if you marry me." "Deal." You grin, and Bruce presses his lips to yours. Yes. Always.

𓅫. are you ready, mr. styles? - Dick Grayson

The flood of tiktok notifications comes one morning way before Dick gets out of bed— still sprawled out on your shared bed, and you squint at your phone screen, sleep still all over your face. "... I'm sleeping on the highway tonight?" You click open the notification, blinking as you notice Dick's username, scrolling to the second photo as you listen to the audio. ...Dick made a tiktok about you again. Right. ..oh. You smile as you notice the photo, a familiar one, a photo that Dick had insisted on taking while the two of you were out for dinner a couple of days ago. You click through the audio and confirm your thoughts. Dick posted you to a couple audio again. The news gives you butterflies as you lean down to press a kiss to Dick's temple, yelping as he yanks you down instead, pulling you on top of him as he smiles. "G' morning, gorgeous." "'morning." You smile. "I saw your tiktok." "Did you?" "Yeah." You hum. "Were you planning on telling me?" "No." He mumbles, pressing your head to his heart as you listen to it beat. "Love you." "Love you too."

𓅫. shopping in his arms - Jason Todd

"Which one?" "Mm..." You purse your lips, grimacing. "I want the regular." Jason adjusts you in his arms, mumbling for you to tighten your arms. You listen, craning your neck to try and look behind you at the product. You don't know what prompted him to ask you to do this, but you aren't complaining. You like it (even if your arms don't) "I figured." He hums, reaching for the carton as your arms tighten around his neck. "I'm not going to drop you, you know?" "Shopping like this is really inconvenient." You grumble. "Let me down?" "Mm... no." He grins. "We're only here for this, no?" "We could've just gotten this from the regular market..." "You love this." You can't deny that. "Can we get batburgers later?" "Of course."

𓅫. handcrafting a hairpin for you - Cass Cain

"I have a gift for you." Cass squeezes you gently as she holds the gift bag to the side. "I hope you like it." "I'll like anything you give me." You smile. "What is it?" "I'm taking woodworking, right?" "Yeah?" You take the bag from her, leading her to the couch. "You can open it." You blink at the Chinese written on the wood, tilting your head. "I'm pulling out google translate for this." You fish for your phone. "It's from the song." She mumbles. "my affection is genuine, my love is real, the moon represents my heart." "CASSSS!!!" You sob, throwing your arms around her as you press your cheek to hers. "I love you. I'm love you. I'm in love with you." "I love you too." She smiles. "Open it." You open the box, a sob breaking past your lips as you stare at the hairpin, picking it up as you notice the phoenix and lotus flowers. Your lips pull downward as you stare at Cass, tears forming in your eyes. "Awwh, I love you too, baby," She presses your head to her chest. "Do you like it?" "I love it. I hope they bury me with this." You mumble in tears. Cass laughs.

𓅫. Cause all of the small things that you do - Tim Drake

"...what are these?" Tim looks up from his laptop, noticing the giant bundles in your arm. "Okay, so there's this trend going around Tiktok right now to this song where couples will show off matching blankets, and I got a set for us!" You grin. "Also because you need a new blanket to swap out when your old one smells nasty." "Are you saying I smell?" "I'm not saying you don't." You smile innocently. "Go shower." "I need to finish—" "You're no fashion king while looking like a rat. You're like that one audio. How does it go? claimed he wasn't the rat king but one night you followed him into the sewers and he sat on a makeshift throne and a bunch of rats surrounded him and he definitely said "I am the rat king."" You pause. "The ex-boyfriends audio." "When I finish this case." "You solved your last one two minutes ago when I walked in. Go shower while I unwrap our blankets." You wave him off. "Boo." Tim gets up, stretching his arms as the old blanket falls off his shoulders, and he presses a kiss to the crinkle of your eye, humming. "Can I see the blanket before I shower?" You pull one out, showing him one side, and then the other. "I love it. Thank you, pretty bird."

𓅫. paper rings - Steph Brown

"Steph, pretty girl!!" You land on the couch next to her, cuddling up to her as you show her the new photos you put into a capcut template. "Wait this is—" She shows you her phone screen, and you laugh. It's the same template, your face plastered on it instead. "You wanna marry me with paper rings?" You poke her cheek, grinning. "Says the one who does." She rolls her eyes playfully. "Yeah, I do." You stick your tongue out. "I'll marry you with grass rings if I have to." "Okay, that's not necessary. Worst comes to worst, we rob Bruce." You feign a gasp. "You're evil." "You love me." "I do." You sigh blissfully, kicking your legs. "I'd marry you with ring pops too." "Oh, that's such a steal." She mumbles. "Let's get ring pops for our wedding rings." "Hell yes."

𓅫. hauling a can of water to Duke after sports day - Duke Thomas

"Did you know Duke was so handsome?" one of the girls in class gush. "I'm going to give him water after the event. Surely he'll be sweaty and stuff." "What makes you think he's going to take your water over mine?" Her friend shoves her playfully, grabbing a bottle of her own, running off as your mouth hands open. You blink at the text message Duke sent you beforehand, and then at the emptied shelves in the store on campus. ... they're out of bottles. shit. Your eyes wander to the ground as you spot sealed water cans. That'll do, you suppose. Duke finishes the game relatively quickly. You've grown used to his speed, so when all the girls flock around him to hand him a bottle of water, you settle with calling for Duke instead, waving your hand as you point at the can on the bench next to you. He bursts into laughter as he jogs over to you. "Did they take all of them?" He lifts it effortlessly, cracking the can open as he starts drinking. "You don't know how awful it was." You grimace. "Curse your good genetics." "Honored." He smiles. "So?" "Good game." You grumble, looking to the side, cheeks flushed. "Thank you."

𓅫. the olive theory - Damian Wayne

"I was telling her about it, so she was—" You pick out the olive from your pizza, placing it on Damian's plate. "— talking about how her friend had somehow hooked up with her boyfriend. So now they're trying to break up." Damian nods slowly as you continue. "Now the girl who hooked up with my friend's boyfriend is crying to me about how I need to tell her to calm down. I mean, what was she expecting? Gothamites are insane." You mumble, picking out another olive. "What is your friend planning?" "Arson, but you didn't hear that from me." "Sounds relatively tame. Is she native?" "Not quite. She moved here when she turned ten." You mumble, picking another out, grimacing. "How many olives did they put on this?" "Two more." He hums, reaching over to pick them out for you, popping them into his mouth. "That's why. Todd used to joke about how native gothamites just use their connections to ruin someone's life." "If it were me... I'd just send Tim over." "Not Todd?" "I think, arguably, Tim has committed more war crimes than Jason." You finally bite into your pizza. "If you do the math." Damian pauses to think. "Yes. That checks out." "Thank you, by the way." You mumble. "Maybe next time I'll just make it so that half of the pizza doesn't have olives." "I do not mind, habibi." He looks at you, eyes gentle. "Now, tell me. Did the boyfriend get kicked?" "Oh, he definitely did—"

#when I tell you half of these made me GAG when I saw them mE WHEN MF #damian wayne x reader #tim drake x reader #duke thomas x reader #cass cain x reader #stephanie brown x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #bruce wayne x reader #☾.blend

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strid3rofthen0rth · 3 months ago

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I'm building a new firewood box with a gun rack on top of it for the deer camp. Has to be ready by Friday.

I cheated and checked out a woodworking library book with plans in it. Smooth sailing, just follow the drawings.

It's fine furniture contruction... light. Not fancy, but old school. Solid. There are no computers, no CNC router, no resin rivers or laser cut foil inlays. No fucking LEDs. It's old school. How Dad would've done it. How I learned woodworking.

After milling, it's only the table saw, a band saw, hand saws. Chisels and joinery.

I even turned off the near-constant wood shop podcasts and tunes in my ear holes. To listen to the chisel dig, cleaning up joints.

Hickory, harder than hell, so my hands hurt, but in the good, accomplishment way. Hickory makes you sweat and work for it, but I appreciate that. And it's very tough. It'll be there a hundred years after I'm gone.

Very content right now.

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bluegekk0 · 4 months ago

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Vyrm family home - Bottom floor pt. 2

Time to finish the tour of the bottom floor before I show the upper floor (which will most likely just be one post). This one will be long since I wanted to go more in-detail, as I wanted to include some subtle storytelling elements related to each character.

First, let's start with Holly's bedroom:

The room is cozy, but it's kept very tidy compared to the rest of the house. The only thing you will find on the floor, aside from the hide rug, are some pillows Holly sits on.

To the left of the door is Holly's desk, this is where they do most of their sewing and sketching (pretend the sketches on the wall aren't of human figures haha). They tend to find chairs fairly uncomfortable to sit on due to their height, which is why they use pillows for that purpose instead.

The two main themes of their room are plants and art. Since they enjoy gardening, they often move the former hobby inside to their little gardening stand. This is where they prepare all the potted plants you can find all over the house. A painting easel made by Vyrm is another feature of Holly's room, during bad weather you can find it here, but if it's sunny outside they will often move it to the garden area.

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Next, there is Hornet's room:

A near complete 180 from the tidiness of Holly's room, Hornet seems to flourish in all the mess. It is by no means a gross room, it is simply used all the time. Books, pillows and hunting tools are all over the floor, often simply moved to the side to make way, which is why you'll sometimes find them piled up.

Unlike the rest of the family, Hornet's bed is elevated higher above the floor. She feels more comfortable sleeping above ground like this, likely a habit she got after surviving in the wilderness. Under the bed you'll find one of the two desks in Hornet's room, this one specifically used for reading and sewing. If you look closely at the bookshelf next to it, you may find a plushie. In this case it's a rabbit, but what I had in mind was that it was a stuffed toy Grimm gave her when she was a child, which she somehow managed to keep in one piece for all the years.

The corner to the right of the door is where she puts all her tools and bags for hunting, though you'll find some book piles there as well. On the wall are sketches of various flora of Hallownest, another hint at her hunter-gatherer profession.

To the other side, there is the second desk, the purpose of which becomes immediately clear. This is her work station, her job in Dirtmouth is to hunt and gather food. She displays some trophies on the wall, which is a hint towards another hobby of hers - she likes to make jewelry out of animal parts such as horns, claws or bones, which she then sells on the market for extra geo. The other weapons in the room aren't as in-universe friendly as I'd like, but I managed to find a neat little workaround for her needle (using a scaled up wand from the spellcaster pack haha)

And lastly there is a little corner which she likes to call her little unwinding zone. If she feels angry for whatever reason, she throws a bunch of small blades at the wall to calm down. On the other wall, she displays more weapons and tools, some made by herself, some made for her by Vyrm.

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Lastly, it's time for Vyrm's workshop, and his shop.

The entrance to the workshop is in the living room, right by the door to the bathroom. It leads to a small corridor used mostly for storage. Behind the second door, you'll find Vyrm's workshop.

His main desk is right behind the corner to the left. This is where he does most of his planning and smaller tinkering work. On the wall next to it, there are sketches with clock-related blueprints, as well as little notes he writes down as reminders: special orders from customers, quick ideas he wants to expand on in his journal later, or simply reminders of specific dates and events so that he doesn't forget.

Nearby you will find his woodworking station. On top of working on clocks and similar mechanisms, he also dabbles in woodwork, mostly for specific projects, though in his spare time he also makes simple wooden figures to sell in his shop.

Next to it is another desk. This is where he experiments with prototypes for Holly's arm, and tries out designs for prosthetic limbs for anyone who may need them. If not that, then he simply uses it as extra work space in case his main desk ends up too messy to use.

Lastly, there is a little rest area right by the door to the shop, used primarily by Grimm who likes to visit Vyrm at the workshop in his free time, though Vyrm himself also uses it whenever he's studying literature related to his work (or to simply take a break if the shop is particularly busy that day)

Speaking of, the door leads right into Vyrm's Tinkerer Shop as he called it (name subject to change if I feel inspired). This is where Vyrm sells his creations and takes special orders from any bug who visits.

The counter is where he serves the customers, and displays some of his work that he can make for order (which he writes down in the book). This can range from wooden figures and clocks, to keys, prosthetic limb designs and even custom made blades. That said, if you look around the shop, it soon becomes clear that clocks and watches are his main specialization. His shop is fairly popular for that reason, as he was the one to introduce them to Hallownest after years of iteration and experiments. Bugs from all over the land and even outside of it visit his shop to buy his designs and request any repairs in case their mechanisms break, maybe even buying one of his other creations in the meantime.

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Apologies for the extremely long post, I was considering splitting it into more parts, but I don't want to drag these posts for too long (especially since they're not as popular as my art)

Previous post (Bottom floor pt.1)

#gekko.txt #feral pk au #au worldbuilding #save #holly #hornet #fpk #vyrm

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pearlprincess02 · 1 year ago

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selena gomez and justin's composite chart

sun

taurus sun: this is one of my personal favorites. your house is either well furnished with great woodwork, a fireplace, a bathtub, and a serene backyard or you could be planning to make a very comfortable place for you'll. love is stable, neither of them giving upon the connection. both want to earn for themselves/family. an aspect of traditionalism is prevalent, either related to family or culture. they find it very comfortable to be around each other. perhaps that's also how they view it, "comfortable" and in love. they love to cook/bake together and shop together. skin ship, slow dancing, wine, sex, and money all. prefer to do things and show than be up all in their head. not much talking in my opinion. both of them or one of them could be incredibly stubborn though lol. would make friendly next-doors. the food is top-notch too.

sun in 8th house: you guys probably view eachother as soulmates. this placement leaves you guys transforming into something completely different, it feels like. this energy may drive you both insane, causing intense attraction to eachother. your love for eachother is extreme.

moon

cancer moon: a nurturing connection that will grow an urge to protect each other from. one person can begin to take on a mothering role over another. others may not see how much it scares one another to care deeply about a connection. this connection becomes an emotional sanctuary for one another and there is a desire to “come home” to one another. very sensitive to each other's emotional changes. be careful to not monitor each other's emotions too much. others may not see how losing or being apart from this person can feel like a house fire. you two begin to bring each other comfort the closer you get.

moon in 10th house: the two people see the other person can provide what they need to build, in the outside world, safety and security. the moon is naturally opposite to the 10th house on the wheel. the other side of the same coin, moon and Saturn. so while the moon is our basic need for security and safety, the 10th is where those things happen. where we go and do the things that the 4th needs. so in this placement we have two people joining their most subjective personal states and feelings in a context of getting ahead, public image, status, what's external to us. they can be prone to identify outside external circumstances as the problems, difficulties and the supportive things that are working within the relationship. its not a really personal place for the composite moon to be. they relate emotionally in their thoughts about where they want to go, how they want things to go to achieve their goals in order to meet the moon needs. "What we can become together? Where are we going? How our combined lifestyle can provide or be the vehicle for what we want to achieve?"

rising/ 1st house:

libra rising: all the affection and the internal and positive dynamics of the relationship are visible to others, they really like being together, appearing in public, they are romantic, traditional gestures are very usual to them. they are very adaptable, they show a lot of harmony together, but they can suffer from a lack of assertiveness when necessary, such as when they need to better select the people they talk to and the places they go.

jupiter in 1st house: planets in the first house are most easily seen by others. jupiter here expands your relationship in the sense that everyone always seems to see you two around, you’re “loud” (not necessarily in volume but in appearance) and may enjoy traveling together. sometimes you can seem too much for others or surprisingly focus too much on yourselves.

mercury

taurus mercury: their way of communicating with each other is sensual, calm and peaceful. they wouldn’t like to raise the tone with the other and they’ll be very tactful when it comes to speaking the truth. both will think things through before saying them to the other and they’ll love to show their affection through gifts, letters or notes. communication is essential for them and they are very private about their relationship. it may have been a while before they decided to/dared to speak. they would love to go to restaurants, to shops, museums, or stay at home together.

mercury in 8th house: both can profoundly change their way of seeing things, having met and interacting with this person can mark them. they can deliberately talk about things that may be difficult for others to understand, and even about traumas and not so pleasant experiences, with the other they will not feel judged or frowned upon. both may find the other’s voice and mindset very appealing. they may be in an overly sexually active relationship, and they would like to talk about their sexual preferences and they may be very vocal and expressive in sex. there is no dominant in the relationship, both can be versatile in sex.

venus

gemini venus: gemini venus in the composite is all about excitement. this energy will find pleasure on little day trips and exploring new things. an abundance of communication is shared between individuals. the pair that’s always taking photos of each other and laughing about memes. verbal compliments aren’t unusual and there’s a spark of novel creations ignited with this placement in the composite.

venus in the 8th house: this relationship is infused with intense emotions, passion, and a powerful attraction. the couple's connection is not superficial and may involve a merging of identities on an emotional, spiritual, or financial level. there may be a tendency to keep the relationship private or hidden, as the eighth house is associated with secrecy and hidden agendas. the couple also experiences a strong desire to control or possess each other, which could lead to issues of jealousy or possessiveness. this relationship is emotionally charged.

mars

aries mars: in this relationship you are very attracted to each other, the sexual tension and desire are visible to both you and everyone else. there’s something exciting in their relationship, perhaps it is the teasing that occurs or how you seem to be a challenge to the other. you’re both people with strong temperaments, you know what you want and go after it regardless of the opinions of others. you encourage each other and are proud of each other's achievements. the goal of this couple is to create a space in which the other feels loved and respected in their entirety. sex is hot, passionate, it leaves you tired and very satisfied. it is the moment in which you fully enjoy each other, it’s usually somewhat noisy and can feel like an intense and once-in-a-lifetime experience regardless of whether it is the first time or not. when there are arguments, both are very clear with what they think and feel, they can say things very frankly, which can sometimes hurt.

mars in the 7th house: both of you may feel like you have found the person you want to be with long-term or marry in the case of some, others may feel like you are even jumping at such a statement. in this relationship they feel like one and seek to continue growing and improving as a couple. when problems arise, they quickly propose solutions, they know they can really speak and be heard by their partner. in sexual terms, one may be more active or dominant than the other. even so, both will prioritize the love and pleasure of the other.

celeb's masterlist / 1H - 6H / 7H - 12H

crds:

composite sun + house

composite moon + house

composite rising + house

composite mercury

composite venus + house

composite mars

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theshiftingfairy · 9 months ago

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Some Wizarding jobs ideas for Harry Potter Shifters

Because life doesn’t stop after hogwarts.

I have finally figured out what i want to do after hogwarts in my Dr. In honor to that, i wanted to share a few ideas i considered before deciding.

If there is any Harry Potter shifters here, i would love to hear your own careers ideas 🙏

My main issue with most of these jobs is that my so is Charlie Weasley who lives in Romania and there is no way i would go between this man and his dragons. I wanted to be able to live with him and still be working.

Seer tea shop

I have a big interest in divination and do tarot, so i like to script I’m a seer and that what i learn about divination in my dr helps me in my practice in my cr. I imagined there could be a tea shop where seers are invited to do readings while the clients are enjoying their beverages and sweets. (and of course get tea leaves reading)

This is my favourite out of all my ideas, that’s probably what i would have settled on if i wasn’t planning on living in Romania.

Healer

Self explanatory, this could be at the wizard hospital St.Mungo. I, of course, imagined becoming a healer at the dragon reserve.

My fear with this is how emotionally draining this type of jobs can be. I don’t personally think i could handle it at the moment, and that’s my own limitations talking.

Herbologist

If you like gardening, you might consider growing magical plants for magical ingredients. This is what my Dr mom is doing, i thought i might follow her steps, ended up choosing something else.

Stylist wizard / Designer

I also have a Shining Nikki Dr where i am a designer and still it almost slipped my mind i had this idea. This one is inspired by one of my favourite Hogwarts mystery character Andre Egwu, stylist wizard !

I love this idea because i imagine haute-couture in the wizarding world to be using magic to enhance the designs. With embroidery who moves on the fabric, or literal magic effects around the dress.

Also, in the books, wizards are described as dressing completely differently than muggles and i love to see fan arts that imagine what modern wizards fashion would look like.

WandMaker

That’s what i decided i want to do. I’m an artist and love to pick up all kinds of crafts. I do bookbinding, macrame, crochet…Woodworking is something that has been in my mind for sometime and how cool would it be to make wands that actually do magic ? Also since i am an artist in my Cr, it’s easier for me to project myself in a manual work.

I also would love to make fun magic items with my other skills. I had this idea of creating what i call “twin journals” Where what’s written inside one of the journals is replicated in the other, so it would be useful instead of owls for long distance. I know some shifters have this kind of objects scripted for their so and them, but i like the idea of being the one creating it.

You might think it wouldn’t work for me as i would need a shop to sell those wands, but i figured i could still sell them in Romania. Ollivander is big competition anyway. I think i could also arrange to have my products send to shops.

I found this on Pinterest, for more ideas and infos. This is how i am just finding out that i need arithmancy for wand making. I’m shifting to after hogwarts so i know i would not have to attend class, but still, i don’t want to give up divination.

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting script #hogwarts dr #hogwarts shifting #harry potter shifting

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eclecticwitchbitchsworld · 8 months ago

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Color Correspondences in the Craft

in the craft, colors have their own correspondences and symbolism. Here is a list I have compiled of some basic colors and related correspondences to get you started ! - Leviathan

Red:

Fire (aries, scorpio, Mars influencing Saturn)

passion, fire, courage, strength, power, joy, renewal, energy, health, motivation, desire, ambition, leadership, self-esteem, business deals, combat, confrontation, buying and selling mechanical things, repairs, hunting

Pink:

Venus (influencing Mars)

personal success, self love, personal harmony, friendship, calming, romance, harmony, passion, partnership, getting a move-on, physical energy, sex, action, exercise, surgery, buying, selling, & adopting animals, gardening, woodworking, new beginnings, honor, morality, emotions, femininity, breast cancer, homosexuality, compassion, relaxation, infants.

Orange:

Fire (sun, Leo, Saggitarius)

relieving depression, feelings of abandonment, increasing opportunities, happiness, mental alertness, breaking down barriers, material gain, kindness, sealing a spell, harvest, strength, dominance, legal matters.

Yellow:

Air (taurus, libra, Mercury)

healing, friendship, increase productivity, remove negative thinking, increase creativity, inventiveness, prosperity, self-esteem, beauty, life, humility, intellect

Gold:

sun

money, inspiration, prosperity, wealth, power, divine masculine

Green:

Earth (Aquarius, Cancer, Venus, Mercury)

increasing love and trust, faeries, general healing, wellness, transformation, new beginnings, prosperity, money, career, employment, hope, immortality, rebirth, garden & herbal magic, fertility, luck, courage, change, peace, harmony, relationship success, beauty, soulmates, artistic ability, affection, partnerships, alliances, grace, luxury, marriage, social activity, decorating, cosmetics, gifts, income, gardening/gardeners, architects, artists, music, painting, poetry, courtship, dating, household improvements, planning events, shopping.

Blue:

Water (Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces, Virgo, Jupiter, Moon)

increase wisdom, wealth, joy, opportunity, patience, peace, truth, loyalty, meditation, introspection, insight, happiness, fidelity, remove confusion, the ocean, elevation, calming, long distance travel, higher education, political power, religion, philosophy, forecasting, broadcasting, publicity, expansion, luck, growth, sports, horses, legal matters, doctors, guardians, merchants, police, psychologists, charity, self-improvement, research, studying, reading.

Violet/Purple:

Capricorn, Gemini, Saggitarius, Mercury, Saturn, Jupiter

clairvoyance, relief of emotional hurt, spiritual protection, heal wounded pride, spirituality, wisdom, increasing psychic powers, meditation, justice, forgiveness, humility, the occult, hidden forces, secret dealings, memory, intelligence, communication, messages, students, merchants, editing, writing, ambition, contracts, kinship, progress, visiting friends, astrology

White

Pisces, moon

safety, protection, transformation, enlightenment, connection to higher self, becoming more outgoing, relieving shyness, the cycle of life, freedom, health.

Black:

Saturn

use in combination with white to represent balance, opposites, union of opposing forces, divination, beginning, creation, rebirth, absorbing energies, patience, binding, stability, neutralizing forces, material gain, protection, karma, death, manifestation, law, understanding ones limits, overcoming obstacles, challenges, tests, sacrifice, separation, criminals, civil servants, plumbing, justice, wills, debts, discoveries, elders, truth

Gray & silver

Moon

Divination, secrets, psychic awareness, divine feminine.

Brown:

Earth(Scorpio, Capricorn)

security, friendship, animal magic, nature magic, generosity, fruitfulness, new beginnings, harvest, health of pets & livestock, endurance, grounding, strengthening, solidifying, sound decision making, improved concentration, focus, telepathy, finding lost things, anything to do with animals.

#baby witch #beginner witch #cottage witch #green witch #little witch academia #pagan witch #tarot witch #witch #witch community #witch aesthetic #colors #correspondence #color correspondences

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dark-fuckprincess · 6 months ago

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Some wip and a completed pics of a paint rack I made over the course of a couple days with a friend of mine in her woodworking shop. Still have yet to paint it. Space at the bottom is for all Citadel/larger pots paint brands. I plan to 3d print a rack specifically for Citadel brand paints to clear way for shit like Streaking Grime and Gamsol and Texture Paints.

The plan is to eventually have some 3d printed manga panels on the sides so it can be a bit of a display centerpiece in my room.

#mini #tabletop miniatures #mini painting #miniature painting #miniart #model painting #woodworking #my crafts

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mayhem-neverending · 1 year ago

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The Big Bad Wolf

Part V

Word count: 3,854

Warnings: some language, name calling

Note: Please Read.

This chapter is more for the development of Y/n as a character and focuses more on her other relationships so that you can get to know her better. There's going to be another part to continue this, posted either tonight or tomorrow, but that part will include Obito rather than just discussion about him.

Your weekend started with doing the chores you had neglected during the week in between bouts of entertaining your son. Early Saturday evening you were whipping up dinner while he ran around with a wooden toy kunai and a handful of squashed grapes. You were getting ready to tell him to throw the grapes away when a loud knock sounded at your door.

Puzzled, you turned your stove on low and went to answer. In front of your door, slouching and with his hands tucked in his pockets, was one Kakashi Hatake. He pulled a hand from his pocket and gave a short wave. “Yo,”

“Uh, hi..” You looked behind him as if expecting other people to pop out of the woodwork.

Your son, curious by nature, ran up behind you to get a peek. He poked his little head out from behind your leg and stared up at Kakashi. He waved at the little boy, who tucked his face behind your leg.

“I’m sorry, what’s his name again?”

“Hikaru,”

He poked his little head back out at the sound of his name, his hand holding the grapes further squashing them into your leg. He pointed his toy kunai at Kakashi and looked up at you. You ruffled a hand through his hair.

“He’s okay, buddy,”

You pulled him into your arms and stepped aside to let Kakashi in. You shut the door behind him, and caught him observing your home with his keen eyes. He took his shoes off while you moved around him, placing your son back down. He hurtled out of your arms like he had been a caged animal, dropping the grapes and running off to where his toys resided in the living room.

“Quite the handful, huh?” Kakashi flicked his amused eyes to yours.

“Wouldn’t trade it for the world,” You picked up the grapes.

“So, how have you been?” He asked.

“Not too bad; currently curious as to why you’re here,”

“Straight to the point, I see,”

You raised a brow, amused. “I’m not one to dawdle,”

HIs eyes crinkled in a smile. “Of course not,”

He didn’t say anything beyond that, just stood there by your door, watching you with twinkling eyes. You waited a moment, but when he just looked around to take a second look at his surroundings, you huffed. You motioned for him to follow you and threw the grapes away before taking your place by the stove, him slowly trailing behind you. He took up residence at the counter near you, lounging against it and tilting his head to look at you as if he had done it a hundred times.

"So," you prodded.

"So," he repeated cheerily.

You sighed through your nose. "Are you here for any particular reason?"

"Or have you decided to invite yourself for dinner?

“Maa, can’t a man do both?”

He looked terribly relaxed leaning heavily against the counter with his arms crossed. You looked at him sharply for not answering your question, and he finally relented. “The plan is for us to go shopping,”

You stared blankly for a moment before your brain caught up. “For Obito,”

He nodded his confirmation. “And I haven’t eaten all day, and this smells awfully good,”

Hikaru came bounding around the corner straight towards you, to which you automatically bent down to scoop him up. Upon noticing Kakashi’s eyes on him, he tucked his face away into your shoulder. You pressed your cheek to the top of his head and frowned.

“He ususally doesn’t have a problem with new people,”

“I’m sure he’ll come around.” He waved a dismissive hand.

You went back to stirring and adding cheese to your pot, your son stealing glances at Kakashi over your shoulder. You could tell because he ducked his head back down every time he was caught. You smiled at his silliness.

Turning the heating ingredient off, you instructed Kakashi to take three terracotta colored bowls out and filled them with your prepared chicken, noodles, and sauce. You took the forks out and the three of you sat at your round table. Hikaru was to your left, and Kakashi to your right.

You dug in, and were pleased that it was just as good as always. Your son ate noodles out of his hand, as always the one with the most proper table ettiquite. Kakashi made a noise and you glanced over at him.

“What is this?”

“Chicken Alfredo,” you replied slowly, unsure of his reaction.

“One of your western foods?”

You nodded, having taken another bite. He gave a slight shake of his head and pointed to his plate. “Are you cooking like this for Obito?”

Again, you nodded. “I should have hired you to be my caretaker instead,”

You laughed at how earnest he sounded. “I’m glad you like it.”

After a moment of silence while he at at a concerning speed, you added, “I can bring by some of what I make for Obito after work, if you really aren’t eating. I ususally end up cooking enough to feed a family.. an old habit I haven’t quite kicked,”

“If it isn’t too much to ask,”

“Sure,”

He cleared his bowl with speed, and did not deny you when you offered to refill it. He stretched his arms over his head and sighed lowly. Your son watched him carefully from his seat - as carefully as a toddler could with a noodle plastered to their forehead. You really couldn’t pinpoint what his issue with the man was. Never had he acted wary of essentially anyone after being around them for more than half an hour.

Kakashi thanked you for his second helping. You went back to the kitchen to wet a washcloth and cleaned off Hikaru's face while he adamantly refused your help. While you were struggling to get the last bits off his cheek, a phone started ringing.

Kakashi pulled his phone from one of his many pants pockets and answered without excusing himself from the table. He answered by stating, "Guy,"

You smiled to yourself. It had been a long while since you had seen or spoken to Might Guy. You wondered if he would remember you given you would meet again. You glanced at Kakashi as you heard loud, unintelligible talking from the other end. He mouthed 'sorry' at you.

“Maybe later,”

There was a pause. “Guy- I’ll let you - yes, I’ll let you know,”

Another brief pause, and you saw Kakashi’s ears tint red. He cleared his throat. “Goodbye,”

He sighed through his nose while running his fingers through his already messy white hair. Your interest was piqued, but you elected to keep any questions to yourself. He again apologized for the interruption and went back to eating, slower this time than the first.

You brought your and Hikaru’s bowls to the sink and carried him to his room to get changed into unsoiled clothes. Kakashi was just finishing washing his dishes as you were coming back out.

“Ready?” You asked.

He nodded and the three of you were on your way.

To start, you visited a shop that sold all things fabrics, including bedding and towels. Hikaru, always the little helper, unfolded any displayed fabric he could reach and handed it to you with a sweet smile. You would then hand it to Kakashi who would put it away for you.

You settled on a deep blue set and a forest green one, and a set of matching green towels that were on sale. At check-out, the clerk couldn’t keep their wide eyes from darting back and forth between you and him. They even looked shocked when he pulled out his wallet to pay for everything.

After that interaction, you noticed that they weren’t the only person to give you odd looks. You pointed it out to Kakashi while you were deciding between two sets of tupperware containers.

“There’ll probably be wild rumors circulating by the time I go back to work on Monday,” he shrugged, but his eyes held a mischievous glint.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the ridiculousness of people. Jokingly, you commented, “I’m sure the people will be thrilled about your secret wife and son,”

He raised a teasing brow. “Do you think? I thought the ladies preferred the ‘lone wolf’ thing I’ve been working on,”

You snorted. “I guess it depends who you ask,”

“I’m asking you,” he replied with a grin.

You picked up the tupperware you had decided on and placed it in the back of the cart with your son. You gestured at Hikaru and placed a hand on your hip.

“Family man, obviously. Liking kids is a prerequisite for anyone I date in the future, if I ever decide to again. But, on the other hand, I know plenty of kunoichi who like your loner vibe,”

“Oh?” he prodded as you pushed your cart forward.

You smirked and nodded, not giving him the satisfaction of continuing. You turned to another aisle for pots and pans and left Kakashi with the cart so you could pick out a few of the cheaper ones that were still decent quality.

“Hey, do you have any suggestions for food Obito likes?”

Kakashi looked at you blankly, seeming to have forgotten the entire reason you were shopping together. “I would say… sweet things?”

You filed that away for later so that the rush of dessert ideas wouldn’t distract you and cause you to buy things he didn’t need. You were trying to be selective so as to not waste Kakashi’s money. He hadn’t actually given you a budget for the trip and it made you more anxious to not know your parameters.

“That’s good to know, but I meant more like, actual food?”

Guilt appeared in his dark eyes. “I-I don’t really know. He liked dango and lollipops when we were kids, but…”

He looked at you apologetically. You pat the back of his arm in understanding. While putting a pot in the cart you couldn’t help but let a little jab slip to lighten the mood.

“You were a prick as a kid, so I shouldn’t have expected you to know,” you sniggered.

He chuckled. “Just because you’re right doesn’t mean you have to say it,”

You sighed playfully and shook your head. “Advice your younger self would have benefitted from,”

He gasped and put a hand on his chest. “You’re mean,”

You shrugged, grinning brightly at him. His eyes were nearly closed with how wide he was smiling. Suddenly, a voice called out to Kakashi. You both turned to see Genma Shiranui lightly jogging up to you two. He was in civilian clothes, a red bandana keeping his hair back.

His eyes had been on Kakashi, but he came to a full stop upon seeing you. He looked like he had seen a ghost, which you couldn’t blame him for. It had been over three years since the last time you had spoken to him. The two of you were close friends and used to train together, before your son’s father, Toma, came into the picture with his overly jealous nature.

He looked between you and Kakashi, finally spotted Hikaru, who was partially hidden behind you, and then between the two of you before settling on your face. You smiled shyly and did a little awkward wave.

“Long time no see,”

He stared at you a moment longer while Kakashi observed the interaction with interest. He hadn’t been aware the two of you knew each other. You were a few years younger than him and all of his friends, after all.

“Y/n,” he breathed.

He shook his head slightly, coming back to himself and replacing his shock with a thousand-watt smile. He took the last few steps towards you and pulled you up into a bone-crushing hug.

“Genma! You’re gonna squeeze the life outta me,”

You giggled as he twirled you around once before setting you down. He kept his hands on your arms and inspected you.

“Where the hell have you been? When did you come back to the village?!” he exclaimed.

You blushed at his intensity and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. Where you had been was a long, complicated story. Why you hadn’t been in contact with your old friends was a result of it.

“Oh, you know, I was busy with -” you used your thumb to gesture at your son behind you, who was standing in the cart watching you.

Genma let go of you and took a look at your toddler. He smiled at the little boy and you told him to say “hello”. He followed instructions with a little smile. Genma “awwwed” at him. You pulled him from the cart and into your arms.

"I won't lie, that's one cute fucking kid," he grinned.

"Well duh, he's mine,"

“Yeah, that dickhead’s his father though,” he said bitterly.

You sighed through your nose. Defeatedly, you just said, “Yeah,”

“Are you guys still together?” His tone remained bitter, though you could tell he tried to reel it in.

You smiled excitedly. “Fuck no! I can’t tell you how happy I am to be free of him,”

Genma seemed beyond relieved, and released a breath he had been holding in while awaiting your response. “Good riddance! I hate that guy,”

“I know,” you laughed.

“Me too,”

You just looked at each other for a few moments while your good memories with him flooded back to you. You were interrupted by the clearing of a throat as Kakashi stepped into the bubble the two of you had created.

“Oh,” Genma said, looking away from you.

He shoved a hand into his pocket. “You’re coming to our hangout tonight, right?”

Kakashi’s eyes flashed to you and back to Genma. “Well.. I don’t know, I’m a little busy,”

Genma cast a suspicious glance between the two of you, and settled it on Kakashi. You made a noise that drew their attention back to you. “We can cut this short, don’t let me hold you back from your friends,”

You placed your son back in the cart, when Genma looked at you like he had some sort of epiphany. “Actually, you should come too! It’s at my place and it’ll be a lot of fun,”

You frowned. “I wasn’t invited, and besides, I have Hikaru,”

Genma rolled his eyes. “I literally just invited you, and I’m sure you can find a babysitter,”

You thought for a moment, before slowly pulling your phone from the bag that hung on your shoulder. You unlocked it and held your finger up to Genma as you put it up to your ear for a call.

It would be a lot of fun to go to a little party, even if you didn’t really know who would be there. You hadn’t gone out more than a handful of times since you had gotten pregnant, almost all of which had been after the breakup. You deserved a night out, right?

“Hello?” Toma answered on the other end.

“Hello,” you replied in a clipped tone; never speaking to him in anything other than your business voice these days.

“What do you want?”

“Would you like to have your son tonight?”

He sighed on the other end, and you felt a pinch of frustration. “Why?”

“I have some business to attend to,” you replied seamlessly.

He scoffed into the receiver. “On a Saturday night? What business could you possibly have?”

You glared at nothing in particular, your eyes avoiding the two men in front of you. You readjusted Hikaru on your hip. “The Hokage has requested me,”

You smiled at Genma and Kakashi. Genma stifled a laugh while Kakashi looked out of place, his ears tinted pink. Your smile somewhat reassured him, though his ears didn't lose their color.

Toma laughed sharply from the other end. “You’re so full of shit. Why would the Hokage want to see you? If you want to go be a whore, ask someone else to watch him,”

Your expression soured. “How about this, I’ll bring him with me when I drop Hikaru off,”

“Whatever, if he’s not there I’m not taking him so you can whore yourself out,”

In a customer service tone, you replied, “Great, we’ll be there soon. Bye!”

“They way you talked to him kinda freaked me out,” Genma said the second you put your phone down.

You shrugged. “If I’m reasonable with him he stops acting like a dick and thinks he has a chance to get back with me,”

He responded with a look of disgust. “Did I ever tell you I hate him?”

“It is what it is,”

You turned to Kakashi. “I’m really sorry to waste your time, but I need you to come with me to drop him off,”

He shrugged. “You aren’t wasting my time. Should we get going?”

You nodded. You smiled at Genma, “I guess I’ll see you later,”

He came in for another hug but your son put his little hand out and said, “No!”

Genma put his hands out in front of him, a laugh escaping him. “Sorry bud,”

You pressed a kiss to your son’s forehead. Always protective of his mom. “I’ll see you later,”

He turned to Kakashi, shooting him a look that was returned with one of warning. “I’ll let Guy know you’ll be there,”

The three of you checked out and dropped everything off at your apartment, where you picked up Hikaru’s diaper bag. Toma lived across the village so you spent a good half an hour traveling there.

You knocked loudly on the door of the small house Toma shared with his mother. Kakashi stood behind you with his arms across his chest.

The door opened a moment later to a Toma, who was sneering at you before it was even fully opened. It completely dropped into a look of shock when he saw Kakashi glaring coldly at him from over your shoulder. Kakashi stepped closer to you and Toma stepped back.

“What the fuck?” He growled.

You looked at him innocently. “What? You told me to bring him,”

He clenched his jaw and grit his teeth, thinking better than to lash out at you in front of the Hokage. He held out his hand and you slipped the diaper bag off your back to hand it to him. You let Hikaru down who went and hugged his father’s legs.

Toma turned his attention to his son, his glare disappearing for a moment while he said hello and took him into his arms. But it returned the second he looked back at you. You noticed that he chose not to look at Kakashi at all.

You smiled sweetly at your son. “Bye sweetie, Mommy loves you!” You blew him a kiss and he returned the gesture.

You turned around and walked away without saying anything to Toma. You could feel him glaring daggers in your back as Kakashi fell into step beside you.

He sat on your couch while you got changed into something nicer than your cleaning clothes that you had been in all day. You had told him he could go home and that you were fine to meet him at Genma’s, but he chose to ignore you. He didn’t give an excuse, he just straight up ignored you and followed you in. He sat silently the whole time, lost in his own world.

When you were finished changing and the two of you were heading out the door, he asked, “How do you like working with Obito?”

So that’s what you were brooding on the couch about.

You considered him before responding. “I like it enough. I think.. I think that he needs someone there with him,”

Kakashi ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, me too,”

“I would visit more often, but I’m always so far behind on work, and then I forget,”

You nodded sympathetically. He continued, “I’m glad you took the job. Obito is… complicated, but what he really needs is care.”

You gave him your full attention as you walked ahead in the dimming light. The streetlamps were sure to be turned on before you arrived.

“He’s been given a bad hand in life. Started as an orphan, struggled academically when we were in the academy, and fell in love with our teammate who only loved him as a friend.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You questioned during a pause, genuinely curious.

He ran a hand again through his already messy hair. He sighed through his nose. “It’s just... important to me that you understand where he’s coming from.”

You remained quiet so he carried on. “Everyone thought he was dead, after the battle of Kannabi Bridge, and I mourned him every single day. He’s one of the biggest reasons I changed for the better.”

He inhaled deeply. “But he wasn’t. He was captured by Madara, and Madara used his Uchiha blood against him. You see, the Uchiha’s love deeper than should be possible, and Obito was that way, even after being the underdog his whole life.”

He kicked a rock as he walked, pausing his speech for a moment. “So, Madara orchestrated the whole.. event that killed Rin, and made him watch. His love for this world turned to brutal hatred.”

He huffed what sounded like a half hearted laugh. “But here’s the thing - with the Eye of the Moon plan, he was still trying to save the world, in his own twisted way,”

His expression was somber as your eyes connected. You both stopped in the street. “Obito desperately wants to be a good man. He deserves to have the happiness Madara stole from him; deserves to be the best man he can be.”

“I’m trying to give him that chance, but I’ve failed by leaving him alone... Again. I know I can’t ask you to be anything other than his caretaker, but please, please understand that he’s not a bad person.”

Your eyes watered at his plea. You could feel the love and anguish radiating off of him as his chakra signature came into contact and mingled with yours. You searched his dark eyes.

“Why me?” you asked softly.

He didn’t miss a beat. “You’re a good person, and I trust you,”

You were taken aback by his admission. Sure, the two of you had spent some time together on missions - mostly when you were sent as back-up to save him, or when you had accompanied him and his genin on missions, but you weren’t close. You considered him somewhat of a friend back then, in the way someone is more than an acquaintance but you wouldn’t go out of your way to see.

“But-”

He interrupted you, his expression earnest. “The fact that you denied the promotion to jounin time and time again to keep yourself from killing as much as you could says a lot about you, Y/n,”

You opened your mouth but no words came out. The streetlamps flickered to life, reflecting in his eyes and illuminating his wild hair. You stared in silence, your heart thumping at his words. At some point, the two of you started walking again, and you reached your destination with your mind spinning.

Part VI

#x y/n #obito x you #kakashi hatake #Obito #Kakashi #genma shiranui #au #obito uchiha #obito uchiha x reader #Naruto #Naruto x reader

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eva-knits12 · 1 year ago

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Going to Hobby Lobby with Chris Evans characters

Steve Rogers

You need to go to Hobby Lobby.

Steve goes with you.

He's never been to Hobby Lobby.

When he walks through the doors, he's overwhelmed.

He's never been to a craft store.

You go to the yarn department, and get the yarn you need to make a baby blanket for your cousin's baby shower.

You also get some yarn to make a baby sweater and some booties.

Steve goes to the art department.

He sees colored pencils, drawing pencils, paints, watercolors, sketchbooks, canvases, even really cool paint markers.

He buys gets a few sketch books, and some colored pencils, and some drawing pencils.

You go to the checkout, and you even get a moon pie and a caramel pecan cluster.

Steve wants to come back to Hobby Lobby, but you have no plans to go anytime soon.

You go back to get some yarn to make a sweater for yourself.

Steve comes with you to buy even MORE sketchbooks, and even some more drawing pencils and colored pencils.

Checking out gives Steve that sense of nostalgia.

No scanners, no electronic stuff, except for the credit card reader.

He remembered everyone having to key in prices and discounts by hand when he was growing up in the 1920's and 1930's.

He chats with the cashier and tells her that you don't see that kind of thing anymore.

Steve LOVES going to Hobby Lobby.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom has been to Hobby Lobby, but not with you.

He wants to get some things for his man cave and for your craft room.

He goes, and takes you.

It's the annual yarn clearance sale, and you get enough to make a blanket, a sweater, and some other things, too.

You and Ransom get some things for your upcoming wedding.

The center pieces that you find aren't too tacky, in fact they're perfect glass vases.

You also get a set of coffee mugs.

Ransom also gets a few blank mugs, and decides to try painting them.

He also gets some woodworking supplies.

He loved pushing you in your wheelchair while you went shopping.

You both love this store, and it's great.

Ransom and you are both agnostics, so Ransom felt iffy about going to a store that is Christian based.

Ransom and you find more stuff for your upcoming wedding, your house, and some really nice decor items.

Colin Shea

Colin and you love going to Hobby Lobby.

They have plain onesies that you can paint, embroider, tie dye, etc.

You and Colin get several, because you're hosting your best friends baby shower.

Harper sits in the cart, and gives her input.

Getting Harper to sit in the cart was a struggle, but you put Lamb Lamb in the cart, and now she's snuggling Lamb Lamb.

"Ya", when you show her the pink ones.

"Ya," when you show her some white ones.

Colin gets some stuff for his man cave.

He gets some stuff for your home office/craft room.

You get some yarn, and Harper helps by giving her input again.

When she feels some soft yarn, she wants to also snuggle it.

When it comes time to check out, Colin and you unload the cart.

You then get dinner at the Wendy's because the trip took longer than expected.

Harper loves the frosty, along with her chicken nuggets and fries, and her milk.

You and Colin get bacon cheeseburgers, fries, and lemonade.

You get home, and unload your haul.

Andy Barber

Andy and you go to Hobby Lobby to get a few things for Joy's nursery.

They have pics of flowers, which you get.

You even get some yarn named after flowers in order to knit Joy a blanket and a matching sweater and matching booties.

You also plan on crocheting a blanket with a matching sweater and matching booties, so you buy some more flower themed yarn.

Joy's nursery will be a nice spring garden theme,

Andy also finds things for his workshop, and his home office.

You also get some throw pillows for the living room, and some spring themed items for the living room.

For Joy's baby shower, you stock up on onesies and acrylic paint.

Andy won't let you lift ANYTHING!

"Sweetheart, let me get that. You shouldn't be lifting anything."

You and Andy checkout, and it takes longer because the cashier has to put everything in by hand.

When you guys get home, Andy helps you into the house, and helps you to the couch.

He puts your feet up.

He goes back to the Audi and gets all the bags, since Andy won't let you carry anything.

Joy's baby shower is next week.

Andy orders Chinese for dinner since you're craving it right now.

Andy and you eat, and after you eat, Andy gives you foot rub, and a back rub.

You start to fall asleep, and Andy helps you to bed.

Jake Jensen

Jake and you go to Hobby Lobby to make a scrap book that will be dedicated to the twins.

You also get some yarn to make some booties and matching sweaters for the twins.

You also get yarn to make blankets for the twins.

You also find some stuff for the twins nursery.

Jake finds some really cool video game themed stuff for his home office/game room/man cave.

Jake calls it his dad cave.

You can't help but laugh.

Every day, you fall more in love with this sweet goofball.

You go back to get some stuff for the baby shower with the twins.

You also find some really cool soccer themed stuff for your niece and your nephew.

When you checkout, Jake thinks that it's time consuming that the cashiers have to put in the prices by hand.

The cashier explains that it's the CEO that did this, because the CEO wanted to put "people over computers."

Jake thinks that's BS.

You also find that puzzle mat for your mom.

You also find some stuff for the wedding.

You get Jake a mug that says "MR." and a mug that says "Caution: Will tell dad jokes" and a beer mug that says "Dad Juice."

Jake gets you a mug that says "MRS." and a mug that says "Caution: Will do mom things" and wine glass that says "Mom Juice".

You and Jake get pizza for dinner.

Frank Adler

You and Frank go to Hobby Lobby to look for wedding items.

Your mom, dad, cousins and sister-in-law insist on throwing you a bridal shower, but right now, you and Frank are just taking things one day at a time.

Mary has fun because she found some puzzles.

You find some stuff for the house.

You even find some yarn, and want to knit a lapgan for the retirement home.

You also find some stuff for your nephew, who loves drawing.

You get your nephew some colored pencils, drawing pencils, and a sketchbook.

You also get Frank a woodworking kit.

A few people ask for your autograph, and you oblige.

You're an actress, and moved back to your hometown because LA was too shallow and just not for you.

You and Frank steal kisses in between walking the aisles.

You also get some decor for the house that you and Frank will be moving into after the wedding.

You pay for your purchase.

You and Frank watch a movie with Mary.

This is heaven.

Johnny Storm

Johnny and you go to Hobby Lobby to get scrapbooking stuff.

You both want to create a scrapbook for Jake's first year.

You also want to create a scrapbook for your wedding.

You also want to create a scrapbook of all of your couple moments.

You also get some yarn to make a sweater and booties for Jake.

Johnny gets some stuff to help decorate his mancave.

Along with a "Caution: Will tell dad jokes" mug.

You get some knitting supplies.

You check out, and Jake is sound asleep in the cart.

You place everything in the car, and then you place Jake in the car.

When you get home, Johnny unloads the haul, and you put Jake in his crib, after you've changed his diaper.

You and Johnny unload everything in the morning.

You and Johnny eat dinner and fall asleep.

#chris evans #hobby lobby #steve rogers #ransom drysdale #andy barber #frank adler #johnny storm #knitting #woodworking #scrapbooking #fluff #decor #man cave #baby shower #wedding

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chaotic-nick · 9 months ago

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What do you think Miche’s tattoos look like

Does he have neck tattoos

Miche Zacharias' Tattoo Tour:

I hc Miche as someone who's always busy and so he unwinds with i. extreme sports ii. something with woodworking, or maybe he just goes on his bike and drives around– vrooms around? Do you guys see him as the type to go on hikes?

ANYWAY

because of that he's never entertained the thought of getting a tattoo until he was in his late/mid 20s when he was out with his biker friends. Maaaybe he was changing his shirt when they all start asking if he's got any plans to get a tattoo. He assumes it's their way of saying/telling him to join a shady motorbike gang. Zeke (yes they're besties idc) notices it and flatly points out that tattoos makes his muscles pop out more.

BIG MISTAKE. now Miche occasionally asks him– texting him. A picture of a tattoo shop and all that.

I think his first piece would be along his spine, just to hide it from his job– it was in the summer when he got it. It was his grandparents' birth flowers and wedding flowers. "They always have my back." "They supported me on matter what." As he'd explain. Dude's so tired from his job he actually fell asleep on the chair. Snoring. [Zeke has the pictures]

The next piece was on his Left shoulder, a moon phase from the day he was born as his 29th birthday gift to himself.

oooh, I hc that paradis has an ancient writing system that's being preserved after a specific generation chose the roman alphabets, so Miche got his family name tattooed in his Left forearm. This time with his grandparents *after* they were done scolding him with the back tattoo.

And then after that, when life was somewhat better and he finally travelled solo, he'd qalk around New cities on this second last day in search of a tattoo parlor. He'd find one and thus began his left sleeve. A collection of tattoos from different provinces, cities, and countries.

The last time him and Erwin saw each other was in their academy's graduation. So when Erwin sees Miche after five-seven years, his eyes nearly popped out.

Miche tries to convince Erwin to get one, to which Erwin says something along the lines of "are you getting your neck tattooed?"

Miche's smug as he leans back and says no, "My neck is preserved for other ... markings"

Zeke, being done with him, reminds Miche of how single he is. "You fuck your fist, who's biting you?"

#nick answers #miche zacharias #miche zacharius x reader #miche zacharias headcanon

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now i don't hate California after all

“They arrived at the beginning of fall, and yet California was sunny, hot, and colorful. Jonathan saw it all gray. He hated the sun, the heat, the dryness. Hated how he was always sweating, bothered about the weather, about the place, about the people. Everyone was so nice, and cheerful, and happy. He hated it. He was miserable. Argyle was nice and cheerful and happy. He was sunny and warm and colorful. Jonathan hated him at first.”

rating: T

warnings/tags: it's a Jargyle fic, friends - there's weed. jonathan's POV, bisexual king johnny-boy byers, black cat VS golden retriever energy. he's just a lil grumpy guy :)

word count: 4k

author's note: HAPPY JARGYLE JURSDAY! and happy pride! 💛🏳️‍🌈 this is the first of a few fics i have planned to write and post this month, all with queer relationships. absolutely random note: I based Lenora Hills off of Barstow-California, based losely on the location shown on Murray's computer and the overview of the town. fic based on a song of the same name by my queen of queens, Carly Rae Jepsen. hope y'all like this, and hope i made justice by my dearly beloved stoners! 💛

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Jonathan hated it at first.

Of course he hated it. How could he not? It was his whole world changed from night to day. Seventeen years of his life packed in a single morning into a few boxes into a truck across the whole country. Away from the few friends he had, away from the girlfriend he loved, away from all of the only things he ever really knew.

Jonathan feared it at first.

Of course he feared it. How could he not? His mother was alone, no husband, no boyfriend, no friends. His sister was alone, no boyfriend, no friends, no father. His brother was alone. He was alone. All they had was each other. What if it wasn’t enough? What if they were alone forever, thousands of miles away, and each others’ companies didn’t suffice?

But he also understood. How could he not? It was safer. A fresh new start, away from the dangers that haunted them, the ones that found them and the ones still lurking. Far away enough, hidden enough that they wouldn’t be found again. His mom would figure it out, Joyce always did. They could adapt, they could find new friends, they could still call and send letters to the old ones. They could go back for spring break, or for summer, or the ones left behind could come visit. It could work.

Doesn’t mean Jonathan liked it. Jonathan hated it, actually.

They arrived at the beginning of fall, and yet California was sunny, hot, and colorful.

Jonathan saw it all gray.

He hated the sun, the heat, the dryness. Hated how he was always sweating, bothered about the weather, about the place, about the people. Everyone was so nice, and cheerful, and happy. He hated it. He was miserable.

Argyle was nice and cheerful and happy. He was sunny and warm and colorful.

Jonathan hated him at first.

Saw that guy, first day of school, wearing a ridiculous shirt with more colors than the human eye can capture. The baggiest shorts Jonathan had ever seen, and they had a different psychedelic print on each leg. Fucking rainbow socks with hideous square-print Vans. He attracted all the attention around and yet, somehow, people didn’t seem to care about him one bit.

He was everywhere, too. Not just at Jonathan’s Math, Science, English and History classes, but at his woodworking elective as well. He shopped at the same grocery store that sold the snacks El loved, at the same farmers’ market Joyce got the best fruits, at the same craft store with Will’s favorite items, he worked at the best pizza place in town. Jonathan couldn’t escape him if he tried.

It took them a while to share their first words. Woodwork elective, Argyle needed someone to help him with a big project he had — it didn’t work, at the end, and he cut the huge wood plank into smaller pieces and made smaller things. For some reason, he saw Jonathan with a scowl on his face, pure disdain of how colorful and cheerful Argyle was, and decided to ask for his help.

Jonathan might’ve hated the guy, but he was raised well and polite. There was no actual reason for him to hate the guy too, so he helped. And hoped to never have to talk to Argyle again after that.

Of course that didn’t go as he hoped.

Argyle, who was once just a dude in the background of every scenario Jonathan walked into, was now purposefully centering himself in front of Jonathan’s lenses (his metaphorical lenses, because his actual cameras were kept in his bedroom. He couldn’t find it in himself the desire to take pictures of Lenora, its dry hot deserts and cheerful colorful people). Argyle talked to him, constantly, sat by Jonathan’s side at every Math, Science, English and History class, chose Jonathan as his woodworking partner from then on. Was Jonathan’s shopping buddy at the grocery, called out to Jonathan at the farmers’ market, gave Jonathan tips on what to buy for Will, delivered the Byers’ pizzas personally every time they ordered.

As they reached the end of the year, the weather cooled down a little — nothing compared to what they had back home in Hawkins, of course. But it was easier for Jonathan. It rained a little too, which helped with the dryness. People went for neutral tones and colors, and the sun didn’t bother his skin as much.

Argyle was still just as colorful, warm and sunny. Jonathan hated him. No one else seemed to notice him.

Will and El still didn’t seemed to have find friends too, which didn’t help with Jonathan’s anxiety and hatred. He was worried all of the time. About himself, about his siblings. His mom was doing fine at least, it’s been a while since Jonathan had to worry about her, thankfully.

“My man, you gotta chill a little,” Argyle said one day as they were leaving their woodwork elective, somehow noticing Jonathan’s tension.

Jonathan didn’t talk a lot, Argyle did most of the talking. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Have you ever tried smoking?” he asked.

“How would nicotine help besides getting me an addiction?” Jonathan countered.

Argyle clicked his tongue, “Not regular smokes, man. Nature’s goodies,”

“The devil’s lettuce?” Jonathan asked, and Argyle cackled loudly. Jonathan had never seen him laugh so hard. It wasn’t even that funny. Jonathan smiled just a little at the sound anyway.

“That’s right, man! Have you?” Jonathan only shook his head. “You wanna try? I bet it’ll do you some good, you look so pent up all the time, man.”

Jonathan didn’t know how Argyle knew that. Not like he had seen Jonathan in any other state if not pent up to know the difference. Jonathan’s small, rare joyful moments always happened at home. When Will was excited about something at school, when El was excited about a letter from Mike, when his mom was excited about a sell. When he was excited about a letter from Nancy. Those have been scarce.

Jonathan shrugged as an answer to Argyle’s offer.

“Well, if you ever feel like it, I can set you up.” Jonathan liked that Argyle didn’t pressured him.

They parted ways at the parking lot. Argyle was always driving the Surfer Boy pizza van. Jonathan’s car was dying a slow agonizing death, and he had been fearing the day the car would stop working.

That day had arrived.

Jonathan tried to ignite the car while waiting for his siblings to show up from wherever they were. But it wasn’t working, the car wasn’t starting and Jonathan hit his head on the steering wheel a few times with all that pent up anger inside him.

“Jonathan, you’re gonna get a hole on your forehead,” Will spoke as he knocked at Jonathan’s window.

“The car won’t start,” Jonathan complained, leaving the vehicle and checking his wristwatch. “Mom might be able to come pick us in between calls, maybe. This piece of shit.” He turned around and kicked the front tire. El giggled behind Will, Jonathan didn’t think it was funny.

“Hey man, I can get you and the younglings back home. I know where you live,” Argyle showed up from somewhere, Jonathan hadn’t noticed he was still in the parking lot.

“You know that sounds creepy, right?” Will asked. “Who the hell are you?”

Jonathan almost laughed, “He’s the pizza delivery guy, and he’s also in my year. Argyle, these are Will and Jane, my younger siblings.”

“You don’t look like a surfer boy,” El commented, noticing Argyle’s Surfer Boy visor. He’d probably head to work after school.

“And I am not one, little friend. Couldn’t hold myself standing up on a board, not even for a miracle. Maybe sitting down, on a pool, not on the ocean with the waves. But then it wouldn’t be surfing, now, would it?” Argyle said, that cheerful happy huge smile of his. Jonathan huffed, El seemed amused by the answer. “Shall we?” he asked, already heading for the pizza van.

“I should get the car towed first. I’ll call from the public phone over there,” Jonathan said and did as he said.

Argyle entertained Will and El as Jonathan called and waited for the towing, and as he talked to the towing guy when he arrived. He asked for the car to be taken to his house instead of the garage, because Jonathan didn’t have the money to pay for a fix. He’d have to save up, or try and do the fixing himself.

He sat at the front with Argyle in the Surfer Boy’s van, Will and El went in the back and asked Argyle all of the possible questions to ask someone who works at a pizza place. He didn’t seem to mind answering them all. They also asked a lot about his hair, and Argyle told El he’d give her tips to grow her hair long and pretty like his. She looked radiant at the promise.

Jonathan kept it to himself all of the way back, but all of the rambling from his siblings and his colleague didn’t annoy him. They seemed to like Argyle, and that made the dude ease his way a little further into Jonathan’s own heart. That’s how it worked, isn’t it? The way into Jonathan’s heart was always going through his family first.

When Argyle stopped in front of the Byers’ house, Jonathan’s old Ford was already there, and he paid the towing people as Will and El entered the house.

“I can come pick you guys up tomorrow if you want,” Argyle offered when Jonathan went back to the passenger window to thank him for the ride.

“I don’t wanna bother,” he said.

“Nah, man, don’t worry, it’s all good. I’ll be here tomorrow then. See ya, dude,” he said and just took off.

Jonathan stayed there a little while longer, staring at the street where the van had rode by, confusion all over his face. That guy was the weirdest guy he had ever met. But he wasn’t so bad after all.

And then began their new routine. Argyle would always pick them up — most days on the brink of being late — and they would have all their classes together, and Argyle would drop them off after school. He kept easing his way in, and at some point Jonathan started easing his way out of the cave he had dug for himself, and Argyle wasn’t the one talking all of the time anymore. He didn’t seem to mind listening.

Jonathan talked about Nancy, and how she wasn’t sending letters that much anymore. Their plans to go to college together, and how Jonathan wasn’t feeling it as of lately.

Jonathan talked about his dad, and how he was an asshole.

Jonathan talked about his mom, and how she was working all the time, and how he had to be a responsible figure for his siblings.

“They’re twins, are they?” Argyle asked once.

“No, Jane’s my… well, sort of half sister. Her dad was a close family friend, and my mom adopted her when he passed, it’s… a long story.”

Jonathan didn’t talk about the Upside Down.

“They kinda look like twins, though. Wonder twins.” Argyle said, smiling. He didn’t ask. Jonathan was thankful for it.

Jonathan took Argyle’s offer for some weed one day, and after that it was… well, conservatives would call it ‘downhill from there’, but Jonathan finally felt at ease. He liked getting high, liked how his mind wandered away, how his fingers felt a little numb, how the bright colors didn’t bother him for once. How he started seeing some beauty in them.

Argyle’s clothes were still just as colorful, and he was just as warm and sunny. They smoked together, they laughed together, he talked to Jonathan and most important, he listened to him.

The worst of it all?

Jonathan didn’t hate him anymore.

Well, maybe not the worst. Maybe it was for the best.

Nancy and Jonathan broke up through the phone late November.

They didn’t call each other a lot. There were a bunch of reasons. Joyce worked on the phone, so it was busy most of the time. When it was free, either El or Will wanted to talk to Mike, and they could go on for hours. Bills could get expensive. And Nancy preferred the letters anyway. Jonathan thought the letters suited her well.

But they broke up through the phone. Maybe it was for the best. Not to taint the beauty of their past love letters.

Jonathan could hear the frown in her voice, and the tears. She could probably hear it just the same in his voice. He loved her, he did. But long distance was hard. And she wanted to go to Emerson, and Jonathan didn’t. His dream has always been NYU, and that dream might be all the way across the country very far away from him, but he could still dream about it. And Lenora Community wasn’t that bad, and Argyle would be there, and so would Joyce and Will and El. And god knows Jonathan couldn’t leave them, his family. Not even for the girl he loved. Not even for his dreams, much less for hers.

Argyle took him to an old junkyard and they smoked more weed that they ever had and they played ‘golf’, aiming the tiny balls into the old cars’ windows and whoever shattered more glass would win. Jonathan had a feeling Argyle let him win on purpose.

Argyle took him to Surfer Boy’s and baked a pie just for him and paid for it with his employee discount and sat across Jonathan on the table and told him insane stories about the kitchen staff and Jonathan had to hold his laughter or he would choke around a slice of pepperoni.

Argyle took him home in the van — Jonathan hadn’t fixed the car, because he didn’t have the money and because he didn’t have to, because Argyle picked them up and dropped them off and the kids liked him and Jonathan didn’t hate him either. As Argyle parked by the Byers’ house, he placed his hand on Jonathan’s shoulder, looked him straight in the eye and said:

“Plenty of other midwestern fish in the midwestern sea, man.”

Jonathan wasn’t so sure what to answer to that, so he just chuckled, left the van and went inside the house. Peered through the window as the Surfer Boy’s van took off, some weird dancy reggae loud coming from the stereo. He smiled to himself.

Christmas came, no colorful lights hung up on the Byers’ house.

Argyle gave him a coupon for a month’s worth of Surfer Boy’s pizza. Jonathan didn’t think they’d exchange gifts, but he ran as soon as he could to the little shop he knew Argyle got all his weed items from and brought him a new bong. Argyle loved it and they debuted it together on the back of the van, looking down on the town from the desert.

Some pine trees were decorated and the colorful lights on them weren’t as scary as they would be at Jonathan’s house. He didn’t hate them as much there. Argyle’s shoulder was pressed to his as they shared the bong, and his skin was warm and Jonathan tried not to think too much about how his lips were touching the same place as Argyle’s lips did when pulling in the smoke.

New Years Eve came, and Joyce wasn’t too mad about Jonathan not spending it with the family, not once he told her his plans. Him and Argyle traveled to Santa Barbara, to a New Years Eve Luau, of all things. Argyle had a bunch of friends there — Jonathan was his only friend back at Lenora. He wasn’t bothered by that. He could use some other friends too — Argyle was his only friend back at Lenora.

They smoked, of course, and they listened to music and Argyle even danced with a few other guys. He wasn’t too terrible. He tried to make Jonathan dance too, of course that didn’t happen, but Jonathan was content to just watch. It took him by surprise, that realization: he was content. The moon was in her full glory, it was weirdly cold for a night in California, the sound of the waves were soothing, Argyle’s dark brown hair flew around him and his dark brown eyes twinkled by the fire, and Jonathan was content to just watch him.

Some friend of Argyle lived there and he and Jonathan crashed at the dude’s living room pull-out, heater on blast and Argyle’s back pressed to Jonathan’s back helped too, because the guy was always so damn warm.

Argyle let Jonathan put on some of his cassettes on the ride back to Lenora, and Jonathan sang out loud along with The Clash and the Sex Pistols, and Argyle bobbed his head to the rhythm even though he didn’t seem to like that genre of music, and he said: “These dudes are kinda pissed at stuff, man. They suit you, and all that pent up anger of yours.”

Jonathan reassured him: he wasn’t as pent up, or as angry anymore. Argyle smiled wide at that.

School started again and even their woodworking teacher noticed Jonathan’s change of demeanor and came to tell him how happy he was that Jonathan was finally adapted to the move. The teacher kinda hated Argyle — well he was a menace in class, and his projects were always terrible ideas — and Jonathan wanted to tell the teacher he should thank Argyle for that. He kept his quiet, though, but Argyle seemed to understand the funny look Jonathan threw his way after the pep talk.

Jonathan took his camera — that same one Nancy had given to him on Christmas of ‘83 — out of its box for the first time mid January. Some biology project, and he decided to take pictures to illustrate his work about the local low desert shrubs. Lenora High also had a photography room, and it was better funded than the one in Hawkins High, and once Jonathan revealed his photos and showed them to Argyle, he looked incredibly admired, and asked Jonathan to take some pictures of his mushrooms — of course his project was about mushrooms. He payed Jonathan back in pizzas, of course. Jonathan didn’t mind.

Apparently Argyle gushed about Jonathan’s photos at work because later that month he had a gig with Surfer Boy Pizza’s marketing team. He was also booked for the opening of that roller skate rink downtown. And some early-thinking students hired him to take graduation pictures for them when the time came. Word ran through school and he joined the Yearbook staff, and oh god the school paid well. He could even fix his car if he wanted to — but he didn’t. He liked the van.

He used the money to buy more film, and he used the film to take pictures for himself like he used to. His passion was back, and suddenly he saw so much beauty in the California sun, deserts, colors. He saw beauty in the junkyard, broken, abandoned cars with windows crashed. He saw beauty downtown, the colorful storefronts and the busy colorful people passing by. He saw beauty in the suburbs, kids with their bikes reminding him of home but in a nostalgic way instead of the heartbreaking way he used to miss Hawkins when they had just arrived in Lenora.

Argyle, who was once just a dude in the background of every scenario Jonathan walked into, was now purposefully centered in front of Jonathan’s lenses — his actual camera lenses, and Jonathan was the one centering him there.

He saw beauty in the way Argyle chose his ice cream flavors by which one looked more colorful that day. He saw beauty in the way Argyle’s body would twist when he made a powerful throw with the gold club, strong enough to hit the furthest car in the junkyard. He saw beauty in the way the sun would hit Argyle’s long hair as El braided it for him when they went on a picnic for Joyce’s birthday. He saw beauty in Argyle’s wide laugh when Will said something snarky about a teacher, and he saw beauty in Argyle's soft smile when he noticed Jonathan was taking a picture of him.

“Gonna want to see that one, man,” he said and Jonathan only nodded. Argyle didn’t seem bothered to be his muse, and Jonathan somehow didn’t feel embarrassed to be caught on the act.

He did show Argyle the picture later when he reveled it. He showed all of them, and Argyle looked at them with fondness and looked at Jonathan with even more softness and something warm was happening inside Jonathan’s body that he could name if he wanted to — but he didn’t. He just let himself feel it.

Jonathan took couples' pictures on Valentine’s day, and with the money he and Argyle went to Santa Barbara again on the weekend, and Jonathan took pictures of Argyle sitting in the sand, of Argyle with only his feet dipped in the ice cold sea, of Argyle pointing at something beyond the horizon line from the pier, of Argyle lit and glowing by another luau’s fire.

They slept on the beach that time, because that other dude’s pull-out was booked already, but someone lent them a tent and theirs was just one of many, like a big beach sleepover, and Jonathan never felt hippier, and he never felt happier. He laid on his side and faced Argyle’s profile as he snored softly laying on his back, and Jonathan wanted his eyes to be a camera so he could picture Argyle’s face as he slept peacefully. And Jonathan never felt sappier, and he never felt happier.

As Jonathan woke up the next day he was the one being stared at.

“I’ve seen you taking pictures of me, man, but I have none of you,” Argyle said before even bidding good morning.

“I’m more of a behind the cameras kind of guy.”

“Well that has to change at least for once, because if you’re gonna keep a loving portrait of me in your wallet I want the same honor.” Argyle was smirking, which wasn’t common, and Jonathan laughed loudly, which wasn’t common. He felt high, and he hadn’t smoked since yesterday afternoon.

“I don’t keep a loving portrait of you in my wallet, Argyle.”

“Now I’m just offended. You gotta.” They both laughed again before settling.

The sun was high in the sky already, its light peering through the tent fabric and illuminating the inside, but it was like a refrigerator lamp because it was still too damn cold. Argyle’s body heat was comfortable, though. Jonathan was content.

“I’m not reading wrong into this, am I, man?” Argyle asked after a while.

Jonathan could lie or pretend not to understand the question if he wanted to — but he didn’t.

“You’re not,” he answered. “I’ll let you take a picture of me when I look more presentable.”

“You look pretty enough,” Argyle said, and that warm feeling inside Jonathan’s body creeped up to blush his cheeks, but he was still smiling. “You’ll let me keep it in my wallet?”

Jonathan could answer with actual words if he wanted to — but he didn’t. He just reached forward, leaned forward, and pressed his lips against Argyle’s.

He was warm, and sunny, and even his pajamas were colorful, and all that color bled into Jonathan’s life and painted his gray off. Jonathan hated it at first. Of course he hated it. How could he not? Pack all his belongings into a few boxes in just a few hours, take him out of his comfort zone, change his entire view of the world.

But as Argyle’s hand cupped Jonathan’s face, he was warm. He made Jonathan warm, from the outside and from the inside. Jonathan didn’t see it all gray anymore, no, he had an explosion of colors and he didn’t hate them.

Jonathan loved it. Of course he loved it. How could he not?

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