#BUT I NEVER FORGOT HOW AMAZING IT WAS TO SEE

[baseonezero]

lowkeyyyyyy or not thinking bout hanbin who gets off with porn like on x imagining it was his partner instead since they dont live tgt and he doesnt want her to think hes a freak arghhhhhhh

you always have amazing ideas yun omg but dare i say that i relate to this

mdni

hanbin has such a high libido but it wasn't something he was proud of. if anything, he was worried about accidentally making that obvious to you and that it'd scare you away and that was the last thing he wanted.

whenever he had alone time, especially after you had been over, he'd use his phone or laptop and hop onto x to search for an account that he knew had the best porn. he'd fist his cock, trying to imagine that it was your cunt he was fucking into. he wanted to use you the same way the people in the videos used their partners. the scenes and noises so lewd and he so badly wanted to replicate that with you but how would he bring it up in a conversation?

his cheeks would turn into a pretty shade of pink as he bit onto his bottom lip, fighting back his moans as his head fell back against his headboard. god he'd want your pretty pussy to be wrapped around his hard, aching dick so bad. he just wanted to feel your walls clench and pulse around him as he fills you up with his seed.

he'd feel guilty after cumming though. he thought you wouldn't be so fond of the idea of him masturbating while watching other people fuck each other but he had to take care of his desires somehow.

apparently he wasn't worried enough when he forgot to close out the tab before you went over to visit.

you wanted to quickly search something on his laptop and you were instantly greeted with an x video of a girl giving her boyfriend the sloppiest head ever. this didn't bother you. in fact, it brought out this exciting curiosity. you hadn't known of this side of hanbin but it was definitely intriguing.

you clicked on his profile picture and clicked on his bookmarks just to find plenty of other filthy videos! you scrolled through some of them, volume still up and when he walked into the room, he froze and stared at you like a deer in headlights.

you looked up and turned the device around, letting him see what you had been watching.

it was the same video he had jerked off to just moments before you came to visit and now you were watching it from his laptop. how fucking embarrassing.

"c'mere, lets watch it together." you patted the spot next to you, scooting over just a bit.

now that you knew your boyfriend's secret, you would make sure that he would never hide anything from you again.

[terrortwinunicorn]

Spill The Tea: Part One

Damian's POV

The next morning, Y/N and I wake up as we fell asleep, wrapped in each other's embrace. I kiss her cheek as I wake up. A smile spreads across her face as her eyes flutter open. Her gaze falls on me.

"Morning," she murmurs softly.

"Morning," I say, brushing the hair from her face before I cup her cheek. "How did you sleep?"

"Peacefully. You?" she asks as she stretches lightly in my arms before turning her face to me.

I smile as I rest my forehead against hers. "Content and peaceful," I say, caressing her cheek with the side of my thumb.

A smile spreads across her lips. "Good," she says, her eyes meeting mine. "But, uh, I need to use the restroom."

I chuckle. "You're literally the only person I know who calls the bathroom the restroom," I say. "It's really the cutest thing I've ever heard." I nuzzle my nose against hers. "You know where it is."

I unwrap my arms from around her, and she gets up before hurrying to my bathroom downstairs. I sit up and stretch. I grab my phone from the coffee table. I open it and smile, seeing the sweet photo I took of Y/N when she was listening to the house band. They were playing "Drowning" by the Backstreet Boys. She was singing along, and it was so cute. I quickly snapped the photo and made it my lock screen.

"How about I make us some breakfast?" Y/N asks as she walks in from the hallway.

I glance up from checking my emails. "I can make us breakfast."

"Luis. I want to. You allowed me to borrow this," she gestures to one of my t-shirts she is wearing as pajamas. "Because, like a dumbbell, I forgot to pack jammies."

I chuckle. "Hey, I couldn't see you sleeping in that dress you wore last night," I say.

She grins at me. "By the way, it's mine now," she teases.

"It does look a lot better on you than it does on me, if I'm honest," I say, causing her to blush.

"I don't know about that," she says. "Now breakfast. What do you want?" She grabs her phone, unplugging it from the charger. "I do make a pretty mean breakfast casserole."

"How about I order from Miranda's? They have amazing breakfast sandwiches and some amazing smoothies, seeing as neither one of us likes coffee."

She smiles softly as I grab her hand and pull her next to me. "I do enjoy Miranda's. Sausage, egg, and cheese on a crescent roll with a strawberry, banana, and pineapple smoothie?" She raises an eyebrow, a grin tugging at her lips.

"You got it," I say, pressing a kiss to her cheek. I call Miranda's and order breakfast. "It will be here in forty-five minutes."

"Good," she says, snuggling into my side and laying her head on my shoulder. "Mind if I play some music? It's how I wake up in the morning."

"Of course," I say. She opens her phone, and her lock screen is of me with a giant ice cream cone from the carnival two nights ago. She couldn't believe that the large soft serve was nearly the length of my chest. She blushes when she notices that I noticed her screensaver.

"It's my new favorite picture of you," she admits as she starts her "Get Ready With Me" playlist. "How Deep Is Your Love" by the Bee Gees fills my living room with its beautiful melody, but that slowly fades out, and "(I've Had) The Time Of My Life" by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes begins. She starts singing along. I smile softly before kissing the top of her head as I put my feet up on the coffee table and wrap my arm around her. She shivers lightly, so I quickly drape the blanket we used last night when we slept on the sofa.

"There you go," I say.

"Thanks, Luis," she murmurs as I'm tapping my foot.

"You're welcome. You know you have a very eclectic taste in music," I say as "In The Still Of The Nite (I'll Remember)" by Boyz II Men begins.

She tilts her head up to look at me. "I always have. I never really went with the crowd, except maybe with boy bands," she laughs lightly. "But most girls our age were obsessed with either Backstreet or *NSYNC or 98° in the late nineties and early two thousands," she explains.

I roll my eyes. "Tell me about it. My girlfriend in high school loved the Backstreet Boys, specifically Brian Littrell," I say.

"I was a Nick girl myself. I mean, although AJ was a close second," she giggles as she sees my face. "You know you're adorable when you're annoyed."

I chuckle. "You're adorable no matter what," I say before I lean down, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"Well, I mean, you're adorable always, but your annoyed face is just extremely cute!" she says as she moves up and presses a kiss on my lips as "Deep In My Heart" by Britney Spears begins.

"Now," I say, taking her phone from her and looking at it. "This was my girl. But I never heard of this song," I smile at her.

"Of course Brit was," she says, her face showing her annoyance.

"Now that's an adorable annoyed face," I say with a smirk as I lay her phone on the sofa's arm. She looks at me, her lips in a small thin line. "Extremely adorable." I lean in and press a kiss to her forehead as "When I Found You" by Britney Spears begins. "Hm. This song is really describing us."

"It does?" she asks.

"Mhm. I really did find myself when I found you. When I found you, I found the closest thing to heaven," I say as her eyes become glassy and fill with tears.

"You mean it?" she asks, her voice choked with emotion.

I smile as I cup her cheek. "Mhm. Every word of it," I say, pressing a kiss to her lips. Y/N places a hand on my chest, her fingertips pressing into my bare flesh as she moves to a sitting position as "The Power Of Love" by Celine Dion begins. I cup both cheeks as she moves to straddle my lap without ever breaking the kiss. It isn't until my doorbell rings that the kiss is broken.

She moves off my lap as I get up and grab my wallet from the coffee table, pulling a twenty-dollar bill from it before heading to the door. I open it, expecting to see the delivery guy with Y/N's and my breakfast, but I discover the Fatu twins-Jonathan and Joshua-standing on my stoop.

"Hey, Uce!" they grin.

"We catch you at a bad time?" asks Jonathan.

"Luis?! Is that breakfast?!" Y/N asks before appearing at my side. "Oh hi, Jon. Hi, Josh," she smiles at them as "If You Asked Me To" by Celine Dion drifts to the door.

Jonathan and Joshua both scan Y/N before they both smile wickedly at me.

"Guess we did," chuckles Jonathan.

"Did what?" asks Y/N, genuinely confused.

"Catch you two at a bad time," says Jonathan, smirking and rubbing his hands together like he was trying to warm them.

Y/N's brows stitch together. "Luis, what's he insinuating?" she asks.

"My brother is an idiot," says Joshua. "Forgive him; lack of oxygen at birth," he slaps Jonathan upside the head. "It appears you two just woke up," he says, glancing at me. "Guess you don't want to come with us to breakfast."

"I just," I begin as the delivery kid walks up my sidewalk. I put the bill into his hand as I take the bag of food and tray with our-Y/N's and my-drinks in it. "Ordered. I can meet you at Casa de los Amigos for lunch."

"I'm meeting Demi and Trinity there," says Y/N as she takes the drinks and food. "Bye, Jon. Bye, Josh."

She walks away before the twins look at me.

"Oh, Uce. You're spilling the tea," says Joshua.

"Nothing happened! We spent the night talking, and we fell asleep," I say. "Now, if you two doofuses don't mind, I don't want my breakfast sandwich getting cold."

I shut the door on them and lock it. I can hear the two of them snickering on the other side as I walk away before rejoining Y/N, who is now in the kitchen. She smiles at me as I walk in. She has the food laid out as she tilts her head, looking at me. "Everything okay?" she asks.

"Everything is terrific. Since I'm meeting the twins at Casa de los Amigos, I can take you there so Demi or Trinity don't have to pick you up."

"Oh, okay. Let me text Demi to let her know. She was going to pick me up from my apartment anyway," she says, picking her phone up and quickly writing, 'Don't worry about picking me up. Luis is giving me a ride to Casa de los Amigos.'

Less than a minute later, 'WHAT?! DID YOU TWO SPEND THE NIGHT TOGETHER?!!!!' Demi responds in all capital letters.

Y/N giggles lightly as she looks at me. "Should I tell her? Or?" she grins.

I chuckle softly. "It seems as if she's already guessed. So might as well," I shrug. "Because Jon is telling Trinity if he hasn't already."

Y/N smiles but shakes her head. "Yeah, what was with him and Josh? They both looked like the hyenas from The Lion King," she says, typing a response to Demi. "Yeah, I did. We spent the night talking. That's all!" she wrote.

She puts her phone face down as she picks up her breakfast sandwich.

"You know that'll never fly," I say, smiling. "She's gonna want to know more. Same with Trin. It's going to be the same with me and the twins."

"Maybe we all should sit at one table," she says, taking a drink of her smoothie.

"Probably a good idea," I say, taking a bite of my sandwich.

As she is about to eat her sandwich, her phone begins screaming, "THIS IS MY BRUTALITY!!!!!" She picks it up and answers. "Hi, Demi," she says. "Yes, he is sitting beside me," she heaves a sigh. "Fine," she brings the phone away from her ear and hits speaker. "You're on the air with Luis and me."

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU SPENT THE NIGHT TOGETHER!" she screams almost giddily.

"Sis, it's exactly what it sounds like. Y/N and I had a date last night. I invited her to stay with me. We talked and fell asleep. That is all," I say.

"Right. Just talked," she says, and I can picture her doing air quotes.

"Demi, believe what you want, but that's all Luis and I did last night. Went for dinner, found a dance club, and he took me to grab an overnight bag. We came back here and talked about our future until we fell asleep. Nothing salacious happened."

"You do know you're spilling the tea at lunch, right?" says Demi.

Y/N and I exchange looks. "Demi, there's no tea to spill," says Y/N as she smiles at me. Okay, so we admitted that we loved each other, and obviously, there was kissing and some dirty dancing at the club, but that's as far as anything went.

"No tea?! Oh, so you're not telling us anything about the date?!" Demi gasps.

"Look, Luis is meeting the twins at Casa de los Amigos too, so how about you, Trin, and I join them, and we, you know, Luis and I can fill you in on all the so-called tea," Y/N says, eating a bite of her sandwich. "We will see you at noon. Tell Trin. Bye," she hangs up, making me roar with laughter.

"You have single-handedly given her a stroke. You know that, right?!" I ask as I look at her.

She shrugs. "I know," she grins.

I shake my head before leaning over and kissing her temple. "You're the best kind of trouble," I say.

"And you love it," she smiles at me.

"Not as much as I love you," I say, pressing a kiss to her lips.

She kisses me back. "Or I you," she says as we break the kiss. "If you don't mind, can I take a shower after I finish breakfast?"

"Not at all. You know where everything is," I shrug.

We continue to eat breakfast while talking about how my co-workers' tongues will be wagging about her spending the night with me. Her response: "Let 'em."

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[seokmn]

EYES OFF OF YOU — CHAPTER FiFTEEN

SYNOPSIS :: Seokmin was desperate to find the perfect model to pair up with his friend for his upcoming project, and he found you.

📝. word count: 2k words ‼️. warnings: slightly suggestive, mention of reader taking off her shirt (wearing a bra underneath)

“Alone again?” You sat down next to Seokmin. “I’m starting to think you didn’t like the idea of being here.”

 Seokmin chuckled and turned his head to look at you. He was hugging his legs and his cheek was pressed against his knees. It was such a cute sight, and the small, yet so beautiful, smile on his face made your heart skip a beat.

“This time I was alone on purpose.”

“Is it because of your social battery?”

“Nah,” he shook his head. “Because I knew you would come.”

 “And how did you know that?” You felt your cheeks heating up. “Am I that predictable?”

 “Sometimes you are, and I thank God for that.”

 “Shut up.” That was all you could say, and you felt like killing yourself in your mind when he nodded and looked at the ocean.

 Seokmin really kept his mouth shut for a moment, just enjoying the view of the ocean at night. The beach had no one but you and that made him feel like you two owned the beach, like you could rule the world.

 “Hey, Y/Nnie, do you wanna do something crazy?”

 You remembered those words – the same words you said to him when you went out to celebrate his A+ on his project; your lips curled up into a smile on their own and you hummed.

 “What do you have in mind?”

 “Let’s swim.” He nodded towards the ocean.

 “What about your ear infection?”

 “Someone special bought a pair of earplugs and I’ll be careful,” Seokmin smiled as he took the earplugs out of his pocket and put them on. “So, you in?”

 “I’m sure this person is amaz- wait, I never said I bought them for you.”

 “You didn’t have to,” he stood up and started to take off his shirt. And suddenly, you forgot how to breathe. He revealed his toned chest to you like it was nothing – little did you know he was so shy to the point that his whole face was as red as a tomato, thankfully you couldn’t see it because of the lack of light. “It was quite obvious and Jeonghan told me during dinner.”

 “That little fucker…” you scoffed and looked away for a second before looking back at him, checking him out discreetly as he looked down at you, waiting for your next move. “I’m not wearing my bikini anymore.”

 “You can get in with your clothes on if you want to, or we can forget about this and just sit here and waste some time.”

 You nodded and kept looking at him. Sure, you weren’t wearing a bikini anymore, but you were wearing a bra and it’s somehow almost the same thing, isn’t it? With a sigh, your hands found their way to the hem of your shirt and you started to take it off.

 Seokmin immediately looked away and cleared his throat. “W-what are you doing?”

 “It’s okay, you can look. I’m wearing a bra.”

 “I don’t know, it doesn’t feel right.”

 You chuckled and stood up, standing right in front of him. “Seokmin, I’m telling you that you can look, or are you going to stay the rest of the night with your eyes closed or not looking at me?”

 Seokmin swallowed hard and slowly looked at you, his eyes landing at your figure. The sight of you only with a bra and shorts felt so intimate to him that he lost his words and was struggling with how to act or where to look. He didn’t want you to think he was a pervert, but in the same way your eyes always ended up flickering in his face and his chest, his eyes were all over your body, as if trying to take a picture of it in order to never forget how you look.

 “I- uh.. Ladies first.”

 “Thank you.” You smiled and started to walk towards the ocean. Seokmin followed you right behind while taking mental notes on how to act and the things he could say or do next.

 “The water’s warm, it’s really good!”

 “You’re right!”

 You began to swim, but Seokmin just stood still and watched you, his feet still touching the sand. At that point, he wasn’t even trying (not that he could) to hide the fact that he’s enamored by you. He was looking at you like you were a goddess and the most precious thing in this entire world, because it was true for him.

 When you noticed you were the only one swimming, you swam back to Seokmin and stood in front of him. “Why aren’t you swimming?”

 He smiled. That cute little smile followed by the dimple on his chin and shiny eyes looking directly at you that could melt your heart right away.

“I don’t feel like swimming anymore, but I’m enjoying the feeling of the water on me so I’ll just stay here and watch you swim.”

 The moonlight hit his face and he looked surreal, straight out of a little girl’s dream about the perfect prince. It showed you everything you wanted to see, every single detail. Your hand went to his cheek, cupping it while your thumb brushed against the scar on his cheek.

“What happened here?”

 Seokmin’s eyes widened slightly at the sudden contact and it took all of his strength to not lean into your touch. “M-my scar? I don’t really remember that much about it, all I can tell is that I got it from fighting with my friend when I was a little kid. I don’t remember the reason why we were fighting or how it ended.”

 You hummed and started to caress his cheek while looking at his face, studying every mole, noticing how charming his pointy nose looked and how cute his bunny teeth were peeking out from his parted lips. Meanwhile, Seokmin finally gave up and leaned into your touch while also looking at your face. Instead of cupping your cheeks, his hands went to your wet hair, fixing it.

“What? Does my hair look like a mess?”

 “A little bit, but it’s cute.”

 “Is everything cute to you? First you say I look like a cute ghost, now my hair must be looking like a nest and you say it’s cute?”

 “It’s probably because everything about you looks cute to me.”

 You had lost your words, and suddenly all you could think about was to close the distance between you two. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

 “Why can’t I?” He placed his hands on your shoulders and brushed his thumbs against your skin and took a step towards you. “Will you do something about it?”

 “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Why don’t you find out?”

 “Actually, I want to find out about something else.” His voice came out almost as a whisper. He was getting bolder and bolder, and he didn’t even know how he was being so brave to the point of flirting with you so confidently.

 “And what is it?”

 “I want to know how you’d react if I kissed you, can I?” He bit his lip and ran his hands over your arms. When you nodded, his lip-bite grew into a big smile before his facial expression turned into a serious one as he leaned towards you. His hands found yours and he squeezed them before closing his eyes and the distance between you, his lips pressing against your gently.

 As you squeezed his hands back before breaking their contact to wrap your arms around his neck, Seokmin tilted his head to deepen the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing your body against his in response.

 Everything around you seemed to pause and it felt like there was only you and him in the entire world. You found yourself lost in pleasure and excitement as you kissed Seokmin back with the same intensity as he was kissing you.

He tried his best to not rush the kiss and not seem like a desperate man, but there was one thing he couldn’t hide – his happiness. Seokmin couldn’t stop smiling against your lips and then getting back to kiss you.

 When you broke the kiss, both of you were trying to catch their breath, but Seokmin’s smile didn’t disappear. He just kept smiling and holding you.

 “Now you know how I would react if you kissed me.”

 “That’s true,” he chuckled. “And I loved to get to know that.” He pecked your lips a couple times before throwing his head back with a huge heart shaped smile planted on his lips and taking a hand to his face, covering his eyes.

 “What?” You laughed and placed your hand on his wrist, removing his hand from his face. “Are you that happy that you kissed me?”

 “You have no idea how much happy I am right now. I feel like flying.”

 “Gosh, you’re so ridiculous. It’s making me want to kiss you again.”

 “Please, ma’am, do it. Why would you only want it if you can just do it?”

 You chuckled and kissed him. Seokmin immediately kissed you back, cupping your face and tilting his head, his nose brushing against your skin.

 Your hand gripped on his hair as you pressed yourself against him. Seokmin smiled against your lips just like the first time you kissed and his right hand traveled to your body until it reached your waist, squeezing it and making you squirm in response.

 This time, you broke the kiss before losing your breath because you could’ve sworn you heard someone shouting Seokmin’s name.

 “Did you hear it?”

 “Was someone calling out my name?”

 “Lee Seokmin~~! Where are you~~?” 

 “Soonyoung, keep it quiet! Let’s get back inside!”

 Seokmin groaned when he heard Soonyoung and Seungkwan’s shouts. “You have got to be kidding me…” he looked back at you with an apologetic pout. “I’m sorry, I bet he’s drunk.”

 You could only laugh at the moment, but if you said you weren’t annoyed that his friends ruined the moment, you’d be lying.

“Looks like your friend loves you very much.”

“He tends to get all clingy when he gets drunk.”

“Seokmin-ah~! Let’s drink together! Where are you?!”

“Can I?” He nodded towards the sand.

“Of course, I should go too and find my friends.”

 He gave you a small and sad smile and mouthed a let’s go. You nodded and started to swim back to the sand while he walked behind you.

“Seokmin-ah!”

“Yah! I’m coming! Enough with the shouting!”

 You chuckled as you put your shirt on, not caring that it was clinging on your skin.

 “So,” he cleared his throat while putting on his shirt as well. “Are we walking out together or are we hiding this?”

 “I don’t know,” you shrugged your shoulders. “I mean, it’s only Soonyoung and Seungkwan. You told me before that they're your best friends, right? I don’t mind them finding me beside you.”

 Seokmin nodded and started to walk with you. When Soonyoung’s eyes landed on Seokmin’s dark figure, he gasped and ran towards him, not even stopping to make sure it was really his best friend or some random man.

 “You’re wet, why are you wet?” Soonyoung’s words came out loudly and sloppily as he hugged Seokmin.

 “I was swimming.”

 Soonyoung paid no attention to you, but Seungkwan noticed you as soon as he got closer and made sure that the girl beside Seokmin was really you. He gave you and Seokmin a knowing look before clearing his throat. “Y/N, why don’t you go first and we stay here for a while? I bet the girls are looking for you.”

 You nodded and looked at Seokmin, giving him a small smile before walking away.

 Once you got back at the house, you found your friends and Seokmin’s friends gathered at the living room drinking, some of them talking, others playing some random games and Chan and Jihoon finding a song to sing on the karaoke machine.

 When Yuki looked at the front door and saw you, she sighed. “Girl, we were looking for you!”

 Seoyoung ran towards you and grabbed your hand. “Girls’ talk. Now!”

 She started to walk towards the stairs that lead towards the second floor while Yuki and Sujin followed behind with drinks and snacks in their hands.

 You didn’t even have time to process things, all you could notice was how Seoyoung’s free hand was plastered. “What the hell happened to your hand?!” Your face contorted with confusion and concern.

 “Everything’s fine, you’ll get to know everything soon!”

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[tobeafangirl]

love at a coffee shop

Words: 3,437 Rating: PG-13 (language, flashback ridden, fluff and fluff, smidge of angst) Type: Harry Styles x Reader

He noticed everything about her. Every freckle, every scar. The way her eyes seemed to change colors with her mood, and how her lips quivered ever so slightly when she felt a chill. You could quiz him, and he would know it. He remembered the first time he saw her, the way her hair draped over her face, how red her nose was from the freezing weather.

It was around sundown when you walked into the nice little coffee shop on the corner, you looked tired and spent and the smell of coffee nearly knocked you down it smelt so amazing. “The usual Julia.” You forced a smile, body aching at the lack of sleep. “I’ll have the same.” You heard from a deep voice beside you, you looked up to see bright green eyes looking down at you. You drew your eyebrows together, “You don’t even know what I get.” You stated and the boy just smiled, “Yeah, but if you know the workers by name, it should be pretty good.” Who was this guy? Where did he come from? And why in the hell was he so intriguing? “That’ll be $4.25 each dear.” Julia said in her normal monotone voice, not appearing to be fazed by what was happening in front of her. “I’ve got mine and –“ The boy's eyebrows raised, looking at you for a name. You would probably be red if you weren’t already from the cold. “(Y/N)” You answered and his smile appeared again. “(Y/N), Harry.” Harry. A name you would soon become familiar with but you just didn’t know it yet. “Thanks Harry.” You smiled, taking your coffee from Julia as he paid. “No problem, (Y/N).”

Harry couldn’t believe he mustered up the courage to talk to her, to speak and not make a fool of himself. He remembers constantly thinking about her the rest of the day. How her eyes crinkled when she smiled, how she spoke and looked at him in a way that he was at a loss of breath. It became regular after that, Harry would go to the coffee shop at around the same time every day and thirty minutes in she would walk in. She always looked so tired but never failed to smile when she saw him, getting her original order, she always took a seat across from him.

“How was work?” He asked, causing you to roll your eyes. “Horrid.” To say you hated work would be the understatement of the century. You had the typical office job, and you’d do anything to get away from it. “I don’t see why you don’t find something else.” Genuine concern was placed on his face and you wondered why this guy cared so much. “Because who else would hire a young woman with barely a college degree?” You liked that conversations with this boy were real, you didn’t have to fake how your day was with him. He didn’t judge you or press you for answers, you just talked and he listened. You hadn’t had that in a while. “You’ve got so much talent, you work hard, who wouldn’t want to have you? That is more of the question. I’d pay you top dollar.” This boy knew how to make you smile, but more importantly laugh. You almost forgot how that felt. “Harry Styles, you are one strange character.”

Harry slid down in his seat at the memory, a smile creeping onto his face. Seeing her became an everyday thing so quickly, it almost startled him, they got so close in such a short amount of time. At one point, however, the coffee shop became dull and repetitive, so the two ventured out into the world to see if they had the same chemistry outside of the small shop. He remembers their first outing, it just so happened to be the first time they kissed. She tasted like strawberry and smelt daringly of vanilla, it was like a movie. He had never been that close to her before, the way her nose wrinkled at the smell of rain around them.

***

“Did we really just go from a coffee shop to a comic book store?” You asked, giving Harry a look that only he would understand. “It’s a change of scenery (Y/N), have some faith.” He scoffed but you caught on to his sarcasm, you were starting to be able to read him like a book. Something that was exhilarating and scary all at the same time. He opened the door for you and you never quite realized how much as a gentle man he was until now. It was bright on the inside, filled with unnamable colors and crazy fonts, so incredibly different from your usual setting. “My favorite part is in the back.” Harry’s voice was soft and close, your eyes flicking up at him. It then hit you that you two had never been this close, always having a table in-between you two. “Is this about to get kinky? Do you have some nerd fantasy that I need to know about?” You playfully asked, earning a quiet hush from him. “You can’t come in here saying things like ‘nerd’, you’re going to get kicked out.” This causes you to laugh, a little louder than you wanted. She gave a small shrug. “You didn’t deny it though.” You pointed out and he took your hand, shaking his head as he led you to the back. You tried your hardest not to show that the simple touch sent sparks flying through your body, never fully realizing he had this effect on you. 

“You like the original one, right? Old school Pac-Man with the sticky buttons and everything.” You two stood in front of your favorite vintage game. You remember telling him about it maybe a few weeks ago, how going down to the arcade use to be your safe zone, but then you turned the age of eighteen and things got a little awkward when you were the only adult there playing games. “You remembered?” You were honestly shocked by that, it was such a small detail. “I remember everything you tell me.” Your eyebrow raised at this, eyeing him. “Everything?” You asked and he nodded, the confidence in his face alluring you to challenge him. “Whatever you say, Styles.”

You spent about two hours playing games in the back of possibly one of your new favorite places. You two didn’t even speak, it was just you yelling at the game while Harry watched intently. His stare was different than normal, his eyes glistened, looking at you with such interest, such adoration. It caused you to have butterflies. “Okay, I think I’ve kicked these ghost asses enough. Where to now?” You asked, and he smiled but didn’t answer. He just grabbed your hand once again as you made your way to the front.

You walked the streets, talking about the most random things. His opinions always strike your interest whereas your witty remarks always made him laugh. Coming to a halt, waiting for the little white walking man to replace the bright orange hand, you decided to take a chance and ask a question you had been wondering about all day. “Is this a date?” You tilted your head to the side as you asked, you were almost expecting fearful eyes but you got content ones instead. “Do you want this to be a date?” Before you could answer, it was like the skies opened and the rain started to pour. You two quickly made it across the street and found a nook to shelter yourselves from the rain. 

You two laughed in unison, panting as your heart raced, but for you it wasn’t because of the running you just did, it was because of the closeness. Harry was pressed up against you slightly in the most innocent ways. You couldn’t stop your hand from reaching up, fingertips running through his hair, pushing it back. They trailed, touching his forehand, cheek, brushing over his lips. Seeing him this up close, it was like artwork you were not supposed to be touching. Before you could remove her hand, he took it in his own, lacing their fingers as he brought the other one up to caress your cheek. 

It was like time stood still, your body freezing as his cold, wet lips ghosted over yours. He hesitated for her sake, they both knew if they took this step that there was no going back between them. They had such a strong connection, like they were made for each other. You gave a small nod, squeezing his hand softly to let him know it was okay. What happened next made you go weak in the knees, if his body hadn’t been holding yours up, you would have collapsed to the ground. His lips were soft and everything you imagined. A skilled tongue moving its way past your lips, you couldn’t help but sigh at how amazing it felt. How amazing he made you feel. A moment you would always cherish as the rain poured around you.

**

Harry was on his second coffee now, fingers drumming on the table in front of him. He was trying to keep himself occupied, filling his mind with happy thoughts as he waited. It felt like it had been days, but it had only been an hour. He turned his head to the side, listening in on a couple behind him. They were arguing and it made him smile slightly. It made him think of the first fight they had, or more importantly how stupid it was. The two were both just angry about random things and taking them out on each other. It was the first time he had ever seen her cry and although she was beautiful as she did so, he made her do it. One thing he promised himself was that he would never make her cry again.

***

“You don’t get it, do you?” You spat, so much anger filled you as you stared at Harry, you could feel your eyes start to burn. “What is there to get?” He came back with just as much anger and it hurt your heart to fight with him like this. You didn’t even know where this came from or why you were fighting in the first place. Maybe it was the stress at work, but every time he spoke it just made you angrier at him. “Whatever, you don’t care. You never have.” And you could tell those words hurt him, and maybe you wanted them to. 

“Fuck you. I didn’t sign up to fix all your bullshit. I didn’t ask for this.” There was no stopping them now, the tears were hot and they ran down your face, leaving burning trails. “Oh right, you just walked up to me in a coffee shop, real romantic by the way.” So many things were being said, so much of it was not meant. But you were hurt, and you wanted him to feel just as hurt as you were. 

“Maybe you should go.” His voice was calm and cold, and you grabbed your things in a hurry. “Don’t worry, last you’ll see of me.” You stormed to the door, but you couldn’t find it in you to open it. You wanted to turn around, apologize, but you obviously just fucked up so much. You didn’t think there was a point of return. Why would he want you anymore? You were a certified bitch.

It was then when warm arms wrapped around you and you felt damp kisses press to your shoulder. Was he crying? Did you really make him cry? “Stop.” You whispered, but you didn’t mean it, and he knew that. He kept kissing, moving his lips up to your neck, he kept whispering how sorry he was into your skin and for some reason it set you on fire. Your breath began to quicken as you turned, “I’m sor—“ He pressed a finger to your lips, “Shh, don’t.” Was all that was said before his lips crashed into yours.

***

“Another cup?” Julia asked as she found her way over to Harry. Julia had gotten to know him a little too well over the years. “No, thanks Jules but I don’t think I am going to be here much longer.” She sighed and gave you sad eyes, as if she knew what was going on. He gave her the best reassuring smile he could now. If she only knew. At that moment, a young female walked into the store, she was wearing his floral dress and it looked all too familiar. It made him think of summer, (Y/N) would wear that dress all the time. It was then he remembered the first he had ever seen her naked. 

He could remember all her curves so perfectly. She was so nervous, it still made him laugh till this day. He could draw it with his eyes closed, a small birthmark placed on her body along with small scars from various adventures. It was and will always be a breath-taking sight for him. He never got tired of seeing, kissing, or touching her. He could do it for hours, days, even weeks. 

***

“Take it off already, tease.” Harry said, a smirk playing on his lips as you crossed your arms. He was laying on your bed, only clad in his briefs. You were nervous as hell. He wasn’t the first guy to see you naked, but he was the first guy you cared about seeing you naked. What if he didn’t like what he saw? “If you rush me, I will straight up leave.” You threatened and he held his hands up, surrendering. “Okay, I’m going to do it now.” You told yourself more than him. He knew that too, but he didn’t say anything, he knew how hard this was for you. 

“Sure, we can’t turn the light off first?” You asked, and he rolled his eyes. “It’s pitch black out, I can barely see you with the small lamp. (Y/N), it’s just me. You have nothing to be worried about, you’re practically the most beautiful thing to walk this planet.” You gave him a look. “Practically?” You playfully asked and he sat up. “I am about to put my clothes on.” It was now his turn to threaten and you would have been okay with it if his body wasn’t so memorizing.

You gripped the bottom of your dress, taking a deep breath and before you could think about it, lifted it up above your head. You were sure you were red all over, body tingling as you felt his eyes all over you, like he didn’t know where to look first. You kept your eyes to the floor, only looking up when strong hands took hold of your waist. It was the first time you had felt his full hands on your body and it made you suck your bottom lip into your mouth. “So beautiful.” He whispered.

Nothing happened that night, at least nothing sexual. Yes, he touched and explored you in ways a man has never done before but it was all done in appreciation, like your body was a magnificent piece of dainty sculpture and the wrong touch would break you. The next morning, you laid naked in his arms, a huge grin plastered on your face. It was then when you realized just how much you were in love with this guy and you wanted to show him that. 

You kissed him awake, confusion on his face quickly turning into awe. “Good morning to you too.” He said against your lips as you pulled him closer to you. You didn’t reply in the hopes that maybe he got the hint. Soon, his body was on top of yours, lips lost in each other’s as you combed your fingers through his hair. He was placed between your legs perfectly, his hard-on pressing against your thigh, if it were possible you’d be in flames by now. 

“(Y/N).” It meant to come out as a whisper but it was more of a whimper. “If you don’t want – We don’t have—“ You cut him off, leaning up to press a small kiss on his lips. “Harry Styles, if you don’t have sex with me, we’re breaking up.” He laughed, it was such a ‘you’ response and he smiled as he kissed you again.

***

It was nights like those that haunted him. Nights where they cuddled and touched. Filled with kissing and sex and even more sex. The girl knew how to drive him crazy. That’s probably why he fell in love with her so quickly. Last night however, last night he might have messed it all up and although he was trying his hardest to block those memories they slowly crept back into his head. 

***

“What is up with you?” You asked, arms linked with Harry as you walked along the dim lit park. It was somewhat late, and you two were heading back to your shared apartment. You had been living together for almost two months now and things had been going swimmingly. You don’t think you’ve ever been so happy before in your life. “Can I not take my beautiful girlfriend out on a nice date?” Harry asked you and you raised an eyebrow with suspicion. “We went to a restaurant – With actual menus. And waiters, there were waiters. And wine? So much wine. Good wine.” He smiled down at you, his feet coming to halt, stopping you in your tracks.

“I wanted tonight to be special.” His comment only made you question him even more. Harry was a great boyfriend, and he did everything in his power to make you happy. But he was going all out and you couldn’t put the pieces together as to why. “Why tonight?” You asked, eyebrows knitting together. “Because I want to do this.” Before you could ask what, Harry got down on one knee. You could feel your heart drop down into your stomach and you could have sworn you stopped breathing.

“We’ve been together for almost two years now. Tomorrow will mark the first day I ever talked to you, probably the best decision I’ve ever made in my life. We’ve had our ups, shit, we’ve had our downs and I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anyone else.” His words hit you all at once, you wanted to hug and run from him all at the same time. “(Y/N). I love you, I love you more than I can even put into words and I would be honored if – Will you marry me?” 

***

She said no. Well, not exactly no. She told him she needed to think about it. That it was a lot to take in. He tried hard not to let that faze him but he couldn’t shake the feeling as he sat in the damned coffee shop. She told him that she would let him know in the morning and he told her to meet him in their spot. The place they met, the place it all began. It had been two hours now and there was still no sign of her.

He got out a tip for Julia, leaving it on the table as he stood. He could feel the sadness seeping in, he had to leave before he broke into pieces. He took his coat, not paying attention as the bell rang. He looked up, eyes fixed on the girl in front of him. There stood a panting (Y/N), looking at him with sorry eyes. “I shouldn’t have had to think about it.” She said, her voice sounded sore, like she had been crying for days. That hit him hard. “It’s you Harry. It’s always been you. I love you.” 

She stepped closer to him. Everyone was now staring at them, the place going silent. “If the offer still stands, there is nothing more I would love than to be your wife.” That’s all it took for him to hear, he closed the gap between them, pulling her in and kissing her with all the passion in his body. It’s funny how things work out, how you take chances and find something amazing. Harry thought he would never have that until he met (Y/N), she was his everything and he was looking forward to whatever their future brought them. It was kind of cliché, it was kind of funny. 

He couldn’t believe he fell in love at a coffee shop.

[blitzbuckz]

✨I SUPPORT THIS BITCH ✨

[nobodybetterlookatme]

The boyfriend nearly sneezed on me but caught himself at the last second and pulled his shirt up to cover, so I'm gonna be thinking about that for the next week I think lmao

[yeonban]

Unprompted: Valentine's Day.

@cinderlynx asked: / v day ask for tobias ofc !

❝ if cupid dares to come stompin’ around on my turf , i’ll waste that annoying little pervert without a second thought . ❞ generally speaking , ash has no discernible feelings regarding the day of love . sure , it’s always a hassle having to evade golzine’s attempts at delivering sickeningly expensive gifts that’ll only get traded for a whole buncha pizzas . yeah , receiving flowers &. chocolates from squealing girls he’s never seen before in his life definitely gets in the way of his daily obligations as a cold - blooded leader . the whole day feels like it’s just an elaborate ploy orchestrated to tank his reputation . regardless , ash knows there are worse things in the world than eye - sore teddy bears &. heart shaped cakes , so he usually treats the day with cold hard indifference despite his personal grievances . this time around , however , the blonde appears abnormally agitated for reasons unbeknownst to even the genius himself . enough to get him talking considerably more than usual - willingly , to tobias of all people . ❝ i mean , just who the hell does he think he is ? someone’s gotta be blamed for the obscene amount of couples shamelessly standing around , practically eating each-other’s faces off in the damn subway . i’m sick of it , man . they should wipe this stupid holiday off the freakin’ calendars &. burn down all the stores robbin’ people of their dime in the name of love , or whatever the hell - ❞ ash , suddenly very aware of the one sitting beside him , makes the swift decision to cut his petty tangent short , despite the plentiful mountain of irritation yet to be alleviated through bitching to a friend .

in the company of quite literally anyone else , he ain’t gotta worry about spur of the moment complaints resulting in genuine plans to enact violence or destruction on those who’ve soured his day . maybe he’s being paranoid , but the blonde sure as hell ain’t willing to risk it - no way , not when that bastard’s said shit like ‘ do you want me to kill your enemies? ’ &. ‘ i'll do it, i mean it. ’ with his full fucking chest . ❝ . . . that ain’t a suggestion , ‘ case you were wondering . ❞ nothing more than a small sigh preludes the gentle collision between ash’s palm &. the side of the brunettes head - a little toss for good measure . seems the lynx has grown bored of seething , if his blossoming smirk means anything at all . luckily for valentines day , ash has sized up a new target to occupy his mind with . he’ll just have to continue cursing out cupid some other time . ❝ so , what about you , your majesty ? spirit of love got you all swirly eyed for anyone just yet ? don’t tell me you let that fuckin’ baby with a bow stick some arrows in you . infidelity’s a real twisted thing , y’know ? don’t go breakin’ my tender little heart , now . who knows what the boys’ll say . ❞

Not a peep leaves Tobias' mouth while he listens earnestly to the other's complaints, many of which he himself has also uttered months or years prior, and it's a mixture of satisfaction at their growing similarities and amusement at Ash's vehement anti-romantic spirit that has the brunette staring at the blond with a captivated smile on his face all throughout the other's protest. Though rare, or perhaps because of that rarity, hearing Ash dominate the conversation instead of the other way around is a surprisingly pleasant change of pace, and the topic that has pushed him into this frenzy being such a childish one only adds to the appeal of the situation. This big bad gang leader genius, overflowing with grievances about harmless, heart-shaped things and loving relationships... heh, Tobias doubts he could have chosen a more ironic subject for Ash and his loving little heart to grumble about if he'd tried.

The complaints suddenly come to a halt however, and it doesn't take half of his IQ to figure out why long before the other decides to clarify the benignness of his criticisms out loud. Of course dear ol' Ash would overthink himself into the worst-case scenario after having been privy to Tobias' dedication, and it's a positive thing that he's come out and verbalized these concerns now rather than let his worries fester further. After all, it won't do for Ash to thread on nails whenever they're together thanks to whatever incorrectly preconceived notions he's come up with in his head; not when Tobias seeks to bring the exact opposite outcome to fruition and lead Ash into ultimately feeling at complete ease around him. ❛ Don't think yourself into a headache, worrywart. The whole point of my decisions is to make your life better. If I went and got rid of those stores now, won't you just feel guilty for robbing these poor local business owners and their lovesick customers of the Valentine's Day experience? I mean, what if those stores were their only source of income? What if it was those couples' first date? Why, the sheer horror of having something that precious ruined! ❜ Despite his dramatically aghast tone, Tobias cares little for these trivialities. Whether someone's livelihood is grounded to dust, or a romance is led astray, his heart does not budge and his brain thinks nothing of their plight. Still... although he wouldn't have bothered to contemplate such boring circumstances were he on his lonesome, this is unfortunately something that Ash is assuredly going to take into consideration every single time; and thus something Tobias ought to account for as well.

It must be a rollercoaster to despise something but nonetheless have the heart to not wish ill upon those partaking in it, and to even go the extra mile to ensure that nothing shall take their happiness away in spite of it clashing with Ash's own. Tobias can't relate to any of this benevolence, of course, but it appears he does care enough to go out of his way and placate the blond even when, had the object of his affections not been as kind-hearted of a person as Ash is, the mafioso would have picked the easier solution and brought merciless ruination to anything worsening the other's day as soon as such a fact would've become obvious. ❛ Listen, Ash... I know your sweet little heart could never accept the idea of me shattering those random people's lives, so don't worry. You can keep blowing off steam around me without having to think about the potential fallout. I'll be a good boy, I promise. Not even one frown will come out of you 'cause of me, 'kay? I'm being real attentive to all of your cute little quirks to make sure of that, so no need to walk on any broken shards around me. I know what'll make you happy and what won't. ❜ And, thankfully, he already has several ideas in mind come next Valentine's Day. Ash's gripe seems to rest mainly with the obnoxious atmosphere outside, but if that's the only thing bothering him... well, it shouldn't be too hard to peacefully resolve it. Money can do wonders, whether to create a specific environment outside of NYC and pay businesses to move over there for the day, thus bringing their customers along as well; or to provide couples and spouses with free tickets to various expensive romantic spots outside of NYC on the day of. That way, Ash should be spared the guaranteed nausea, and Tobias the constraints of having to keep his ideas restricted to the inside of their houses.

The smile on his face persists even as Ash gently smacks him, and he lifts a hand in kind to reach out and playfully ruffle the blonde's hair in pacifying response. Not that he needs a cue anymore before going ahead and touching Ash at this point in their friendship, but there is no world in which Tobias will turn down what he perceives to be an opportunity to be even more touchy with the other than he would have been had Ash not initiated a touch first. ❛ Why all this Cupid hate, though? You've been talking about the despicable love in the air for a while now. It's starting to sound more like jealousy than anything else. What happened, princess, upset that you don't have someone to be lovey-dovey with? Is that why you've filled out that Valentine application for me? Aww-- ❜ The snickers that follow sound obnoxiously mocking, though the brunette wholeheartedly believes this is at least part of the reason behind Ash's dissatisfaction with the couples roaming the city. For him specifically, it must look like yet another display of what he is forbidden from ever experiencing, and thus act as a reminder that he is different from those people. Or however else that self-induced delusion of his goes. From Tobias' point of view, the barriers Ash continually sets between himself and what he wishes for are beyond inane, and it's taking quite a while for the older teen's carefully worded declarations and fastidiously taken actions to set the blonde's messed up brain back on the right track again after such absurd thoughts have made their home out of it for what is likely the better half of his life.

The topic switches to Tobias though, and the smile he dons becomes more theatrical with each passing second, the hand previously busying itself in Ash's hair returning to his own side to rest atop his heart in usual feign. ❛ So you are attached to our relationship after all! Phew, everything in the world is well again. You've taken a stone off my heart with that one. ❜ And while everything points towards a staged reaction (which it is to an extent), Tobias truly does feel a smidgen of relief at Ash's unexpected fondness of this spur of the moment decision they've agreed on months prior. It isn't the first time, nor the second, nor even the third, when the blonde has referenced this "relationship" of theirs despite having had no third parties present to notice what a good job he's been doing as a fake boyfriend, and it leaves Tobias wondering if Ash has begun to foster similar feelings to the ones plaguing himself, because few other hypotheses can explain why jokes such as these have been making such constant reappearances. It's too early to tell for sure though, and while Tobias prides himself on his rationality, he doesn't entirely trust his opinion on this particular issue just yet, not when he's aware of just how easily his own biases could have wiggled their way in and clouded the actual reality.

Ash's question prompts a hum, somewhat irresolute, and the mafioso supposes it won't hurt to test those waters right here, right now. If he's wrong about his guess and nothing is out of the ordinary, then Ash should simply go about business as usual, and perhaps tease him about his crush 'til the novelty of the news wears off. Alternatively, if Ash has started to care about Tobias' love life more than a regular friend would, it should be easy grounds for a more assertive approach from his end in their near future. ❛ But I'm afraid I have to bring bad news. I might have left my window open overnight or something, 'cause I think Cupid did manage to shoot his shoot on me. I've never understood the concept he stands for though, so maybe you can tell me if what I'm going through is love or not. That way, we'll be sure of it. ❜ It's partially the truth, since he really doesn't know what can qualify as love or even what love means at the end of the day, but it's also an indirect manner through which to study Ash's reactions without blatantly piquing his suspicions.

With a finger tapping at his temple in what appears to be idle contemplation, and with his gaze falling lower into seemingly the void of introspection, Tobias begins to list off his "symptoms". No longer focusing on Ash anymore should make the enigmatic recipient of his fondness more of a mystery than staring Ash dead in the eye the entire time would. ❛ Let's see... what got my alarms blaring was how often I'd find myself thinking of this person. I mean really, what business do I have linking everything back to them, day in and day out? It's like I'm working overtime and never clocking out. 'sides, whenever I think of them I start losing interest in whatever else I'm doing at the moment, and I immediately want to get up and go see them. Don'tcha think that's just a biit troublesome for someone in my position? Honestly... I think my business partners have started wondering if their ideas are boring enough to be the cause of me leaving five minutes into their presentations every time. ❜

Another hum, intentionally more troubled-sounding than its predecessor. ❛ What else is there... ah, right. I've been in a real good mood lately. You probably don't know this, but I've been bored beyond measure since as far back as I can remember. I don't think I've ever been in a good mood for longer than a week. Well, at least not 'til now. ❜ Fleetingly, he wonders whether this tidbit will tip Ash off about the mysterious person's true identity, or whether his self-doubts will stand in the way of even that. After all, if Ash has barely ever seen Tobias in anything other than a good mood, and if the brunette's latest words are to be taken at face value, then it should mean the one creating Tobias' good moods is at least located in NYC, if not currently right in front of him. ❛ Something I'm sure you did notice, though, is that I like doing whatever I want, whenever I feel like it. But lately even that's changed a bit. I've found myself considering how the things I want to do will affect this person, and I've even cut back on some of them. Bewildering coming from me, right? Even I'm still shocked by this. ❜

A sigh heralds the (temporary) end of his "woes" and the tapping stops; while grey eyes rise to once again meet Ash's and thoroughly examine each of his microexpressions. ❛ There's probably a bunch of more developments I forgot to mention, 'cause I just can't tell if they're relevant or not, so how about you ask me about the usual tell-tale signs of this disease, doc? I'm sure everyone will want to know if it's terminal or not. ❜ And, although he'd planned to dip soon anyway so he could finish his surprise for the other, Tobias opts to phrase things more vaguely now that Ash has shown interest in his love affairs. Rather than use a meeting or something of the sort as the excuse for his soon-to-be departure, he instead allows for a more open-ended conclusion. If Ash's mind jumps directly to the possibility of Tobias heading for a date with someone else given the holiday at hand and the fact that he is going to willingly leave Ash alone when he allegedly has the option not to, then all the better for figuring out what Ash's actual feelings on this matter are. ❛ By the way, I want to leave in an hour, so if we're going to get to the bottom of this, you should start firing away. Either that, or we can hang out again later in the day. ❜ If he'd heard himself without holding prior knowledge of why he wants to leave, even he'd have thought he had hit his head on something this morning.

[caramelmochacrow]

Photon Maiden's selection album, 4 Un Voyage, finally released!! Let's go!!!

Here are the songs in order:

FriendShip

4 Challenges (ver. 2023)

We Never Stop (ver. 2023)

Hikari (ver. 2024)

Akatsuki (fruits mix ver. 2024)

OVERCOME (ver. 2023)

Linked Ring (ver. 2023)

Collector

24 (ver. 2024)

Into the storm (ver. 2024)

Be with the world (ver. 2023)

Photon Melodies (ver. 2023)

Begin Again

Platinum (Saki Solo cover)

Dear My Friend (Ibuki Solo cover)

Fansa (Towa Solo Cover)

Let The Show Begin (Noa Solo cover)

Your Love ♡

Happy Happy Friend (Cutopia cover)

Kawaikute Gomen (Cutopia cover)

Photon Melodies (TAKU INOUE Remix ver. 2025)

[tommygotwrittenoff]

buck and eddie would forget they are Not married and would move in together and start equally contributing to the bills and managing the household together. and someone would be like. oh bucks splitting the mortgage already???? what about the loft???? and both buck and eddie would be like. oh yeah oopsie i forgot the loft was a thing

[delightfuldevin]

Why can people get away with horrendously overcharging older games

I don’t care how popular a game was, there is no reason a game that came out over a decade ago should cost more than twice as much now, and it especially shouldn’t be more than games coming out right now.

[bubaboos]

🥀

[sirfrogsworth]

How do you take a photo of time?

I've been watching the track events at the Olympics since I was a wee lad. It was a tradition in our family. We'd gather around our ancient low-definition 19 inch CRT television and watch tiny blobs compete against other tiny blobs and root for our country.

It was a bit like watching YouTube on your phone in 144p.

Several heroes emerged.

Jackie Joyner-Kersee was amazing.

You can't forget about Flo-Jo.

And then the Olympics decided NBA players were allowed in the competition.

Which formed... The Dream Team.

Was this fair?

Well... they won each game by an average of 44 points.

So... no. It was not fair.

Though it became more fair as time went on.

But, umm... yeah. The other teams looked like the Washington Generals and the US looked like the Harlem Globetrotters if they stopped screwing around half of the game.

But my absolute favorite Olympian was a runner named Michael Johnson.

He was cool as heck.

For one thing... gold shoes.

But he also had this crazy, upright, Tom Cruise-ish sprinting style that just made him look like a running robot on the track.

And in the 1996 Atlanta games he just trounced EVERYONE. I mean, it wasn't even close.

Yikes. Those losing blobs are probably really embarrassed.

Last night I decided to invigorate my nostalgia and watch the track events again. And I got to see one of the wildest races in history.

It didn't even last 10 seconds but it was one of the most exciting sporting events I've ever witnessed. Almost every runner won the race.

After I saw that initially, I was like... who the heck won???

Even in slow motion I wasn't sure.

This was one of the closest finishes in history. There has never been a race where all 8 runners were within this margin.

The arena was silent as the winner was being confirmed. The runners just kind of paced around waiting for official word. My best guess was the Jamaican runner, Kishane Thompson. But then the loudspeaker announced Noah Lyles.

The last tiny morsel of American pride burst out of me with a big "Wooooo!"

I forgot what it was like to be proud of my country. I wish it happened more often. But this young man, despite being last place in the first 3rd of the race, turned on the afterburners and won in a photo finish.

And that's when my inner nerd took over.

Because when they showed the photo finish image, it looked super weird.

Why is the track white?

Why do all of the runners look all warpy like that QWOP game?

So I went down a research rabbit hole to figure this out.

Photo finishes are actually fascinating. The first photo finish captured the end of a horse race in 1890. But that was mostly luck and timing. The actual photo finish mechanisms weren't used until 1937.

Originally they would film the finish line through a physical slit.

And the first horsie head that appeared in that slit would be the winner. This technology ended a huge aspect of corruption in horse race fixing almost overnight.

But we have come a long way since then. And I'd like to introduce you to the Omega Scan 'O' Vision Ultimate.

This slow motion camera sits fixed on the finish line of every race. The concept of the photo finish has remained remarkably similar to the 1930s approach. The camera sensor is specially designed to only record a vertical slit.

Only the finish line itself is actually captured.

And because it limits what it records to only that slit, it can capture 40,000 frames per second to get amazing temporal resolution.

So why don't the photo finishes just look like, well... this?

That is because the camera takes a picture of time more-so than dimensional space. I guess it would be more accurate to say it *assembles* a picture of time.

As the runners cross the finish line, the camera combines all of the little strips of pictures into a single image.

It's almost like if you tried to reassemble a piece of paper after it had been shredded.

Imagine each strip of paper is a picture of ONLY the finish line, just at a slightly different point in time.

What if someone stopped on the finish line and didn't move... what would that look like?

Once they got there, the same part of their body would just be repeated.

So the right side of the photo finish picture represents earlier in time and it just assembles the image strip by strip as time passes and you literally get a picture of time itself.

NEAT!

Okay, but how do they determine the winner from the photo finish?

I mean, that shoe looks like it is ahead of Noah Lyles!

Clavicles!

The IAFF rules state the foremost part of the torso must cross the finish line first. And the endpoint of the torso is the outer end of the clavicle.

So if you get this bone across the finish line first, you win the race.

Two more fun facts!

The start of the race is actually just as carefully timed as the end of the race. There are sensors in the starting blocks of each runner.

The starting gun also has an electronic sensor.

They have determined the fastest a human can react to the sound of a gun is roughly 100 milliseconds. So if you start running before 100 milliseconds they know you didn't actually hear the gun, you just got antsy and started running too early.

And the final fun fact...

Did you notice the Omega logo at the top of the photo finish?

That isn't superimposed or added after the fact. That is captured by the camera.

But if this image is composed only of tiny little slivers, how did they get the Omega logo to show up?

That is a little display. And it is synchronized with the Scan 'O' Vision Ultimate to show a little sliver of the Omega logo for each frame captured.

So when the final image is stitched together, it looks like a cohesive logo at the top of the photo.

Pretty clever, Omega!

[mrsholmesreid]

EVERY FIRST, YOURS | spencer reid x reader

summary: you and spencer reid have been going out for a few weeks. he's taking things very slow, and you find his pace comforting and his awkwardness endearing. as your relationship grows more heated, you come to find that he was completely inexperienced before meeting you. you feel honored to be his first, to be the one he learns love from.

pairing: spencer reid x reader (no pronouns but reader has female anatomy)

word count: 9,05k

content warnings: fluff x smut, virgin!spencer, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, aftercare.

author's note: i tried to portray spencer's inexperience in a way that's more realistic—despite him reading a lot and knowing everything about most things—and that followed his character's personality but that was still enjoyable to read. i hope you love reading this as much as i loved writing it! let me know what you think :)

You and Spencer had been going out for a few weeks. After reaching for the same book at a bookstore, the two of you started talking—and it didn’t take very long before you planned a date. He chose a nice restaurant, picked you up, brought you flowers, and did every other gentleman attitude in the book. By the end of it, you were sure he was going to make a move—kiss you, touch you, maybe even try to get you to go home with him—but he did none of that. As he dropped you off at your place at a reasonable hour, he gave you a gentle, respectful hug, and thanked you for an amazing time with the promise of calling you back again soon. And unlike most other guys, he kept it.

You thought he was the sweetest guy you’d ever met.

It was only by your third date that he tried to kiss you. The routine remained—picking you up, taking you to a nice place (this time it had been a museum, where he risked to hold your hand—and you let him), and then, finally, driving you home.

When you reached your doorstep, it was a little later than usual because both of you wanted to stay for a short lecture they were having at the museum. His eyes glimmered under the dim lighting of your porch, and in a quiet moment that followed after a string of warm laughter about the night’s events, he asked if he could kiss you.

You’d never had anyone ask you that before. Guys would usually just take the hint and lean in all at once. But for some reason, the care in his eyes, the way he rubbed his hands ever so slightly against his slacks—as if trying to dry off a thin layer of nervous sweat without you noticing—endeared you deeply. Your heart warmed at the way his eyes stared at you. His pupils wide, taking you in and eagerly waiting for an answer.

“Please?”

The word sounded more like a whimper coming from his lips. You were so deep in your thoughts about how adorable he looked when asking you that question, that you forgot to actually agree to it. You didn’t just want to kiss him. You wanted to scream, jump in his arms, kiss him all over, invite him inside, and give yourself completely to this charming man. But you didn’t.

It was clear by how nervous he seemed that he had planned every second of every date he had taken you on—including this very moment—and you wanted to let him do it. You wanted to play along, to let him win the little game he had in his mind. You knew he had probably rehearsed that line a thousand times before actually saying it to you. “May I kiss you?” You could almost picture him saying it to the mirror. So, you allowed him to set the pace.

“Yes,” you smiled softly, taking a small step closer.

The kiss that followed wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but in a way, it couldn’t have been better. His breath hitched, and you could see the exact moment his brain short-circuited after hearing your breathy one-worded answer. He took another step in your direction, closing the distance between you but not quite letting your bodies touch just yet. He took a deep breath, and very slowly, pressed a brush of a kiss against your lips.

It barely lasted more than three seconds, but to you, it was an eternity. You never thought such a chaste peck could make that many fireworks go off inside your head. 

You didn’t know it then, but the fireworks in his head were much brighter than yours; for that had been his first kiss ever.

After that, he simply pulled back with the biggest, silliest smile you’d ever seen. He looked like a child that had just been given a puppy. Or even the puppy itself.

His flushed cheeks said everything he couldn’t, and after exchanging goodnights, he went back to his car, leaving you just as flustered and happy as him.

What had he done to you? You felt like a teenager in love for the first time. But whatever it was, you couldn’t help but crave more of it.

For the next couple of dates, he followed that same script—but now, with a goodnight kiss at the end of it. You kept letting him set the pace, enjoying how adorable he looked whenever the time to kiss you came. Even his behavior in the moments leading up to it would change. He’d get more talkative on the drive back to your place, and you could swear you even saw him unconsciously skipping after closing the car door for you before taking you home one time. You loved his silly smiles, and they brought up a bunch of your own.

But as the dates kept going, his kisses evolved.

The first time he changed it, was after he had taken you to an amusement park. You were both exhilarated after the adrenalin-fueled evening when you reached your doorstep, and as if on instinct, he pulled you in with his hands cradling your face as he kissed you for a lot longer than three seconds. 

He hadn’t done that yet, and he seemed just as surprised as you by his own, unexpected action. The way his fingers naturally threaded through your hair to bring you closer, how his lips pressed more purposefully against yours—your heart nearly stopped.

He pulled back slowly, his hands slipping shyly from your cheeks, and he looked like the floor could swallow him whole with embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry…” He stammered, but you could tell that, deep down, he really wasn’t.

“Don’t apologize,” you smiled and couldn’t help yourself, tentatively stealing another peck. You didn’t even try to hide how much you’d loved the fact that he had lost himself in the kiss.

His blush deepened at your stolen peck, but you didn’t press him further than that.

“So… we’re okay?” He asked timidly. 

“Yeah… we’re okay,” you replied, your grin widening.

After that night, his kisses only grew deeper.

On the following date, he allowed his lips to move ever so slightly against yours, making your entire body shiver.

By the next one, he flicked his tongue over your lower lip, hesitantly begging for entry—which you granted him in a heartbeat.

His movements were shy and almost experimental at first, but not long after, the routine chaste goodnight kisses were replaced by his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as your tongues danced together. You didn’t realize it then, but you were teaching him how to kiss.

You were starting to wonder when he’d want more. Your make out sessions were becoming more heated with each date; to the point that, one night, he even pressed you lightly against the wall. The desire between you was growing undeniably evident—both figuratively and literally.

You’d been waiting for the night when he’d ask to come inside—find an excuse to actually cross the front door limit you’d been teetering over, go into your house, and take things further. But he didn’t.

You were patient, though. You could tell he was very careful with everything you did together, and not only did you respect that, but you were thankful for it. You thought you might actually benefit from having someone be a little more controlled than you in a relationship for once. Ever so used to guys jumping to conclusions and skipping important steps, Spencer’s pace was a comforting change of scenery.

But then it finally came.

You were leaving the restaurant, his hand hovering over your lower back as he guided you back to his car like he always did. Everything was going exactly the same, following the usual script perfectly. The next steps were clear: he’d drive you home, you’d make out by your doorstep, then he’d say goodnight and leave you a blushing, butterfly-filled mess.

Until things took a different turn.

“You know,” he broke the comfortable silence, sliding his hand against yours and interlocking your fingers as you walked. You could feel how warm his hand was, and the slight dampness on it indicated he was a little nervous. “I finished setting up that new shelf I was telling you about,” he mentioned, seemingly casually. 

“Oh, did you? You actually figured out where all the nails went?” You teased him lightly.

He let out a soft chuckle, “Yeah, I did. And now I’ve finally organized my books. This time I arranged them by author and theme,” he added, his tone proud.

“It must look beautiful,” you said in all honesty, not realizing the actual weight of your words until he let out:

“Do you wanna see it?” His voice trembled slightly and you could see right through him. That wasn’t an innocent invitation.

Your heart skipped a beat. He wanted you to see it? Like, actually see it, in person, alone with him in his apartment?

You raised your eyebrows, your face a mix of shock and ecstasy. The time had finally come.

“Y-you mean…?” You stuttered, not wanting to jump to conclusions despite the sheer obviousness in his gaze.

“We could go to my place—I mean, stop at my place, before I drop you home,” his nerves were evident by the way he stumbled over his words, trying to play it cool. “Would you like that?” He asked, sounding eager for your answer.

Of course you’d like that. You’d been waiting for that moment for weeks. But still, given how slow he’d been taking things, you needed to make sure that was what he wanted.

“Yes, yes I would, but… Are you sure?” You asked as the two of you stopped by his car, his hand pausing on the passenger’s seat door handle.

His gaze met yours, deep and meaningful. “I wouldn’t have offered it if I wasn’t sure.”

“Okay,” you nodded, the air between you thick with tension and understanding. “I’d love to see your new shelf, Spence.”

He smiled, a soft and genuine curve of his lips, as he opened the car door for you.

The drive to his apartment was quieter than your usual drives. It was like the both of you felt the weight of what was about to happen.

As he pulled over and guided you up to his place, you could tell he was nervous by how he constantly asked if you were feeling uncomfortable, cold, or tired. He was adorable like that, the true concern for your well-being evident in his actions.

“Make yourself at home,” he said as the two of you stepped inside. His apartment wasn’t too big, the perfect balance between having enough room and being cozy. It was warm and welcoming, the faint smell of books and coffee filling your nostrils.

“Thank you,” you replied. You watched as he carefully slipped off his shoes, so you did the same. “You have a really nice place, it’s very… you.”

“Thanks… Everybody says that,” he blushed. “Here, let me take this,” his hands gently slid over your coat, helping you remove it and hung it by the door. You gave him a soft smile, the thick atmosphere slowly fading into something more comfortable. You loved this about him, how he always felt safe, like home.

“So where’s this famous shelf?” You teased, his lips curling into a knowing smile.

“Follow me,” he said, offering you his hand—which you took without hesitation.

Spencer gently guided you further inside the apartment, showing you to the living room. The warm lighting casted soft shadows on the walls, giving the apartment a homey feel. There was a shelf filled to the brim on one side, but you could tell those weren’t all of his books, though. There were a few piled up next to the couch, which was large and comfy with pillows scattered all over it, and some more on the coffee table.

“Is this it?” You asked, pointing at the shelf as you stepped closer to it.

“The one and only,” he grinned, standing next to you with his arms crossed loosely over his chest.

“You did a really good job putting this up, it seems very… sturdy,” you said, running your hands gently on the shelf, as if studying it closely.

He smiled proudly. “Yeah, it took me a while. Hey, look through whatever you want, okay? I’m just gonna go grab a glass of water, do you want some?” He offered. As you turned to face him directly, you noticed his flushed cheeks and awkward demeanor. He was clearly nervous about having you here, like he was afraid of disappointing you, desperate to impress you.

You gave him a soft, reassuring smile, before politely declining, “I’m good, thanks. I’ll be right here checking out your beautiful collection,” you said, watching him leave while wiping his hands on his slacks like he always did when he was nervous.

You let out a soft chuckle, biting your lip as you thought about how lucky you were to be the one causing those adorable reactions on that man. Ever the methodic genius, Spencer kept surprising you every time you met by how comfortable he was growing around you. Still, watching him get flustered over the smallest details warmed your heart and filled your stomach with butterflies.

Running your fingers carefully over the spines of his books, you studied the titles but could barely register any of them. Your heart stammered against your chest, the idea of being there with him, alone in his apartment, was both exhilarating and terrifying. Despite the nerves, you didn't feel too bad, because you knew he was just as nervous as you. You could almost picture him pacing the kitchen, taking deep breaths and trying to calm his racing mind. And that mere thought had you smiling like a teenager in love.

You liked Spencer—you really liked him. And you didn’t want to mess any of it up. It had been long since you’d last felt anything remotely similar to what you felt for Spencer. Despite the two of you having not yet discussed the details of your relationship, you already considered him your boyfriend, and you desperately wanted to keep him around long enough to find out if he considered himself your boyfriend as well. And tonight was going to be a big step for the both of you.

Suddenly, you felt his hands sliding across your arms, gently encircling you with his own. Your entire body shivered, your skin feeling like it was on fire.

“You’re back,” you muttered, your voice strained with the surge of desire that coursed through you.

“Mhm. Did you miss me?” He hummed and whispered against the shell of your ear, pulling you back against his chest, your soft curves fitting perfectly against him. It was an unexpected move, but not at all unwelcome. His arms trembled slightly over you, as if he was terrified of your reactions, as if his heart was doing cartwheels in his chest—just like yours.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you joked, resting back against him with a smile playing on your lips. His closeness was both intoxicating and calming, and it took every bit of your strength to keep yourself in check. “But I did. Just a little bit, though,” you whispered.

“Just a little bit, huh?” He teased softly, his breath warm against your neck, making a shiver run down your spine with each of his words. “Well, good to know, because I missed you too.” He admitted sweetly, the words going straight to your core. Even though you were both only joking, only teasing each other for fun, the idea of him thinking about you made your skin tingle.

“Just a little bit?” You asked quietly, continuing the back and forth banter as your fingers intertwined with his.

“Mhm, no, I missed you a whole lot,” he muttered, his lips pressing a trail of soft kisses on your shoulder, going all the way up to your neck. Those words alone almost had you undone. You could feel his cheeks burning as he pressed them against your skin, the mere shift in temperature enough to make you wish you could see the shade of pink coloring over them.

“You’re blushing, aren’t you?”

“No…” He lied, his cheeks feeling even warmer against you.

With a swift motion, you turned around to face him, a surge of confidence taking over you. You wanted him, and you knew he wanted you too. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders. “Liar!” You teased with a giggle, finding the redness on his cheeks absolutely endearing.

“Shut up,” he muttered, looking away with a shy smile as he pulled you closer.

“Look at me, pretty boy,” you tilted his chin with your finger so he was facing you. His eyes timidly met yours, his pupils dilating immediately at the sight. “You’re cute,” you teased, and his blush deepened.

“You’re beautiful,” he muttered, one of his hands sliding up from your waist to cup your cheek, his thumb lightly tracing patterns on your skin.

You tilted your head to the side, completely surrendered to the man before you; a soft, lovesick smile on your lips. When you noticed his eyes flickering down to your mouth, then back to your eyes, you already knew what was coming.

“M-may I kiss you?” He whispered. Even after everything, even after all the times you two made out passionately at your doorstep, he still made sure you gave permission. There was something about the tone in his voice when he asked that, the pleading shine in his eyes that betrayed the true desire in his chest. Everything about him charmed you.

“You really think I'd say no to that?” You smiled, leaning a little closer, your lips just a breath away from his.

He smiled shyly, as if he were unable to contain his own reactions. “Just checking in. I can barely believe you even let me have you like this,” he admitted, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Well, now you know,” you added. “I always want to kiss you.”

He pulled back slowly, his eyes widened with excitement meeting your gaze before he gently brought his lips to yours. The kiss was slow at first, tentative and hesitant. Like you both knew what it was forecasting.

His hands slowly cupped your face, as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world. As the kiss deepened, one of his hands slid to the back of your neck, threading through your hair to pull your mouth closer to his. Meanwhile, his free hand sneaked down your side, resting on your hip to bring you flush against him.

Your tongue slipped past his lips, tangling with his in a dance that grew hotter by the second. You could feel your heartbeat racing pressed against his chest, the rhythm mixing with his own. Your hands went from his neck to his lower back, dragging down his shirt until your fingers reached the hem, sneaking underneath the fabric to meet the warmth of his skin.

He let out a soft gasp into your mouth as your fingers trailed along the skin of his lower back, a shiver running down his spine. You smiled against his lips, enjoying how easily you could elicit reactions from him. Feeling your smile, Spencer tugged you even closer, kissing you even harder.

You turned to putty in his arms. The heat of the moment urged you on, making you slowly back him toward the couch until the back of his knees hit the soft material. Your hands went to his shoulders, gently guiding him down, your lips not leaving each other’s not even for a second. As he sat on the couch, you didn’t waste any time before climbing right on his lap.

His hands immediately met your waist, pulling your body closer until you were sitting directly on top of him. Desire shot up your body like electric shocks when you felt the evidence of his arousal nudging insistently against your clothed core. You pressed down gently, causing a spark of friction that nearly drew both of you insane.

Spencer groaned into your mouth, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. “We’ve never been this far,” he muttered, your breaths mingling in the small space between your faces.

“Do you want to stop?” You asked, trailing kisses on his jawline, all the way down to his neck. Your lips attached to the sensitive skin below his ear, unable to resist the need to suck and bite him softly.

“God, no,” he let out in a heartbeat, the earnestness in his voice enough to urge you further. You sucked a little harder on his neck, your tongue soothing the skin right after, making a soft moan escape his lips—the sound going straight to your core. “Damnit, that feels so good,” he muttered, making you smile against his skin.

You continued kissing down his neck to his collarbone, your mouth eager to find new spots that made him gasp. His hands slid down your hips to your backside, gently kneading the soft skin, the motion making you gasp and freeze on his neck for a second. You could feel your underwear grow damper, as well as his pants twitching underneath you.

“I-I’m sorry, should I have not? I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked first…” He muttered as you froze, his hands shaking as they hesitantly left your ass.

“No, no, that’s not it,” you quickly replied, guiding his hands back to where they were. “I liked it, I really did,” you smiled down at him, enjoying the sight of his slightly tousled hair and flushed skin. “You can touch wherever you want,”

“W-wherever I want?” He stammered, barely believing your words. His cheeks turned bright red. “A-are you sure?”

“Wherever you want, baby,” you whispered against his ear, drawing a satisfied sigh from him.

“E-even here?” He asked, the sound of you calling him ‘baby’ going straight to his groin as he gently spread your ass cheeks apart, kneading the flesh. Your head fell to his shoulder, your hips rolling against his as your body grew warmer with pleasure.

“Even there,” you gasped, your hands running down his chest reverently. 

“What about here?” He asked, his hands sneaking up to your ribcage, his thumbs tracing the underside of your breasts. 

“T-there too, baby,” you muttered as his palms slid further up until he was cupping your bosoms. His hands gently squeezed them, thumbs brushing against your hardened nipples over the thin fabric of your shirt and bra.

“I like that,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your neck as he played with your breasts.

“What, touching me?” You asked, completely focused on the feel of his hands on you, his body pressed underneath yours, and his lips on your skin.

“Well, that too,” he said, squeezing your breasts a little tighter. “But I meant you calling me ‘baby’.”

“Mhm, did you now, baby?” You teased, whispering in his ear.

The soft sound that escaped his lips was almost like a whimper. “Y-yeah, yeah I like that.”

“Good,” you murmured, your tone sultry against the shell of his ear. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you further down on him. Slowly, you began grinding your hips on his, unable to ignore the hardness that pressed against you. You could notice the hitch in his breath as the friction between your bodies took over your minds.

“Is this okay?” You asked as you continued rolling your hips.

“I-It’s more than okay,” he stuttered, his eyes wide as he stared up at you, his grip tightening on your hips as he guided your deliberate movements.

You grinned, leaning in to kiss him again. He complied in a heartbeat, his lips parting to allow your tongue inside.

The heat between you grew exponentially. It was happening, it was really happening. You were grinding down, basically dry humping Spencer Reid as he kissed you like a man starved. It felt like a dream come true.

The desire between you was getting harder to ignore. It was obvious what this was leading to, the tent in his pants and how you rubbed against it were nothing near innocent. But you didn’t want to be the one to take the first step. You didn’t want to seem too eager or to make him feel like you were pushing something on him—but god only knew how badly you needed him.

Then he pulled away, gasping for air, his skin flush.

“I want you,” he admitted. “I want to take you to my bedroom.”

You could tell he was nervous, that admitting this to you was probably one of the hardest things he ever had to say. You smiled, wanting him to know it was okay and he could trust you. You wanted him to know that you wanted him too.

“I’d like that,” you said, kissing his cheek. “I’d like that a lot, actually.”

“Really?” His face brightened, his hand coming to cup your cheek.

“Yes, really,” you smiled. “Only if you’re sure about it, though.” You brought your hand to his face as well, losing yourself in the sight of him asking you this.

“Oh, I’m sure,” he nodded quickly, almost desperately. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

“Really?” You blushed.

He nodded, blushing as well. “Yeah, I've… I've actually been picturing tonight from the very beginning.”

Your entire body shivered. “Me too,” you admitted quietly.

“Really?” He asked, his eyes wide with disbelief and something warmer—desire, admiration, love…?

“Yes, really,” you chuckled softly. “I actually thought it would happen sooner,”

“Oh,” he let out. “Did you want it to have happened sooner?” You could almost feel the insecurity in his tone.

“No, no, that’s not it,” you quickly added. “It’s just… Most guys would’ve tried to do this earlier, you know? But… I’m glad you didn’t,” you smiled softly, reaching up to caress his hair.

He melted into your touch, his face relaxing at your words. “I didn’t want to rush things with you. You mean a lot to me,” he smiled, his eyes wide staring up at you.

“You mean a lot to me too,” you replied, leaning down to kiss him.

His lips met yours softly, the both of you drowning in the sensations. The heat between you was still very present, so it didn’t take long before he was helping you off his lap and guiding you to his bedroom, the kiss not breaking for a second.

He kicked the door shut behind you carefully, gently backing you toward his bed. As the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, he slowly pushed you down onto it, crawling on top of you.

His body hovered above yours as you made out, hands exploring each other’s bodies with reverence. You could tell he wasn’t very used to this, his limbs trembled slightly against you as if he was overthinking his every action.

His knees gently spread your legs apart so he could fit his body between them, which you easily allowed. His hips pressed down against yours, your arms enveloping him and dragging him closer to you. His kisses grew even more heated, lips trailing down your jawline to your neck as he ground down against you. 

The way you gasped, the soft moans that spilled from your throat, everything overwhelmed him in the best way possible. He loved how responsive you were, how you showed him with every breath you let out how badly you needed him, just like he needed you.

His face left the crook of your neck to stare down at you, hands paused by the hem of your shirt. Silently asking for permission, his gaze met yours to find your desires mirrored in each other. No words were needed, his fingers gently tugging your shirt upwards until it was tossed across the room. His own shirt followed soon after.

Your chests pressed together snuggly as Spencer found his way back to your neck, his lips sucking gently on the sensitive skin below your ear. His hands sneaked down your back, fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra.

“Need any help?” You chuckled quietly, not in a mocking tone, but rather raw endearment for his gentle ministrations. 

“Yes, please,” he blushed softly. You reached behind your back undoing your bra with practiced ease. The straps fell loosely off your shoulders, the cups still covering your breasts.

“May I?” Spencer asked, his fingers stilling on the straps. You nodded, helping him as he slid off the garment.

His eyes widened noticeably at the sight of your bare chest as he tossed your bra away. “You’re breathtaking,” he muttered in complete awe of you, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with worshipping care.

Before you could respond, his face bent down to latch on one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he sucked it into his mouth, a satisfied sigh escaping his throat as he felt it harden between his lips. You let out a low moan, your hands trailing down his back, tracing slow patterns that made his skin tingle.

His free hand played with your other breast, making sure he was lavishing attention to both mounds as he switched between sucking and squeezing each side. He was lost in the taste of you, nursing as if he’d been hungry for you for months.

Your chest rose and fell with your ragged breaths, pleasure overtaking you. His hips didn’t falter their grinding, the evidence of his desire causing a mindblowing friction between you. 

Your hands shyly sneaked down his back, hooking on the waistband of his pants. As your fingers trailed lightly under the fabric of his boxers, he hitched against your chest, letting go of your nipples to look up at you.

“May I take these off?” You asked quietly.

He nodded eagerly, his hands reaching down to help you as he unzipped his pants with a clumsiness that neared desperation. His pants were on the floor in no time, the thin grey fabric of his boxers doing little to conceal the hard line of his arousal.

The sight nearly drove you mad, your hands reaching down to your own pants, hips lifting off the bed to pull it off.

Spencer’s hands met your waistband in no time, helping you remove your pants. Each inch of your bare skin being revealed made his heartbeat rise a little more, the weight of the moment pounding against his chest. He needed you like he never needed anything else before in his life.

You gently pulled him back up, your lips catching his in a searing kiss. Your bare chests pressed together, the warmth of his skin seeping through yours as your kisses deepened. Spencer continued grinding against you, the only barrier left between your sexes being the thin fabric of both of your underwear.

Your sight was blinded by a haze of desire. You wanted him, you needed him to take you, you needed to feel him deep inside you. Not able to contain yourself, you reached down to hook your fingers on the waistband of his boxers—being careful not to overwhelm him, but also not wanting to wait any longer.

He let out a soft gasp into your mouth, pulling back from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours as he caught his breath.

“Sorry, too much?” You whispered, your fingers stilling around his hips.

“No, no, it’s not that, it’s just… I should probably tell you something,” he muttered, a blush creeping up his already flushed neck.

“What is it? You know you can tell me anything,” you murmured softly, your tone sweet and understanding, but laced with a tinge of concern.

“I… I haven’t exactly… I mean, I haven’t really… this is kind of my…” he stammered, struggling to put his thoughts into words, but you understood what he meant immediately.

“...Your first time?” You finished for him. He nodded shyly, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “This is your first time, Spence?” You confirmed, your hands sliding up his back, your touch filled with affection.

“Yes… I’ve never… done this with anyone before. I actually hadn’t done anything with anyone before you,” he admitted quietly.

“Wait, you mean… nothing at all?” You asked, a little bit in disbelief. He nodded, making your heartbeat quicken. “Spencer, was I… was I your first kiss?” You asked, your eyes searching his, your expression unreadable.

“Yes… you were my first kiss, my first… everything,” he whispered. “Do you think I’m pathetic? It’s okay, you can be honest, I’ll understand…”

“No,” you interrupted. “I could never think that.”

His eyes lit up, finally running back up to meet yours. “Really?” He murmured, unsure if he wanted to hear your real answer or a made up lie to avoid hurting his feelings.

“Yes, really. I think you're so sweet, Spence, I could never think anything less of you. And the fact that I was your first kiss, your first… everything, is so special to me. I couldn’t be happier that you let me be the person who showed you this side of life,” you smiled warmly, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. “The only thing I wish had gone differently is that you’d have told me earlier. If I had known, I would’ve been gentler, kinder, more understanding…”

“But you were all of those things,” he muttered, his eyes soft staring down at you. “You were the best person I could think of to do all of this. You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel like this, like… I could take all the love you can give me and still crave more.”

Your gaze softened, your chest warm at his admission. “I’m so glad you trust me. You make me feel that way too,”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss on your lips. It was chaste, but meaningful. When he pulled back, his eyes met yours with renewed desire, but this time, they were filled with something warmer, something more understanding than pure lust. None of you dared to name it then, but that single look you two exchanged was the first seed of love starting to bloom between you.

“I want you,” he muttered.

“I want you too,” you replied.

Your lips crashed together again, hungrier this time. Your tongues tangled in a sensual dance, the fire between you heating up once more as your fingers found their way back to the waistband of his boxers. But this time, he helped you tug them off.

As soon as the garment was tossed across the room, his hands reached down for your panties, fingers hooking on their sides as you lifted your hips to help him slide them off your legs. Once you were both bare, his body settled between your legs, the skin-on-skin contact bringing your connection to a whole new level of intimacy and pleasure.

Your senses were heightened by each brush of his skin on yours, the warmth between your legs growing wetter with each movement. His hands kneaded your skin—the moans that escaped both of your throats filled the room as his fingers worked on finding your sensitive spots while grinding down against you, his bare length sliding between your folds and bringing both of you to the brink of giving into the fire burning between you.

You wanted his first time to be perfect. You wanted to give him the best experience possible, to be there for him all the way—much unlike most people’s first times. You noticed how sloppy and unthought through were his actions, you could tell he was moving on pure instinct and response observation. He seemed acutely aware of each of your actions, each of the sounds you made; following the path that led to them like he was tethered to your gasps and the arching of your back.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Are you sure?” You blinked up at him as he rolled his hips slowly, his erection sliding lazily against your thigh.

“I’m sure,” he nodded. “I’ve read a lot about it online—about all of this, really. I think I have a pretty good idea of how things are supposed to go,” he explained proudly.

“Well, that’s great baby, but practice is very different from theory,” you said softly, caressing the back of his neck.

“Oh trust me, I know. None of this is like anything I expected, but… I want to learn… If you’ll let me…?” He trailed off, his gaze flicking down to your core then back to your eyes.

“Of course I’ll let you,” you smiled. “I’ll guide you through it if you need me to. But please, don’t do anything you don’t want just to please me, okay? I’m here for you, I want tonight to be a good memory,” you said, your tone dropping an octave and becoming more serious.

“I know,” he nodded, nuzzling his nose on your cheek. “Trust me, I want this very much. Maybe even more than you, probably even more than you,” he admitted, making you blush.

“Suit yourself, then,” you smiled, your body already thrumming with the thought of having him between your legs.

Slowly, he began trailing hot, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down your body. He lavished attention to your breasts, ribs, stomach, then finally began moving up your inner thighs. His hands gently scooped them up, placing them over his shoulders as his lips trailed dangerously closer to where you needed them.

His fingers spread your wet folds, revealing the flush, wet skin underneath. His breath hitched, and almost as if worshipping you, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your most sensitive spot.

He hummed against you, enjoying the taste and feel of your intimacy like nothing he’d ever felt. His lips closed around the sensitive bud, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue darted out to taste you. You moaned softly, your hands threading through his hair as your thighs threatened to close around his head. His hands carefully pried your legs apart, holding you open for him to feast on you with abandon. 

You could tell the rational side of him was slowly fading away, like he was giving into the moment without overthinking things he might've read online. He carefully tried to insert his middle finger in you, missing the spot a couple times before he finally managed to slide it in. You smiled, looking down at him.

The sight of him between your legs, hair tousled between your fingers, eyes shut as he lost himself in the act of pleasuring you—all of it drew you closer to the edge. He moved his fingers sloppily, and you let him explore. Something about his eagerness to learn and the way he seemed overwhelmed by his pleasure heightened your own.

Then he slid another finger in you, making a come hither motion until he felt a rougher patch. The way your hips bucked when he rubbed it told him everything he needed to know.

He continued thrusting his fingers, trying to hit that spot every time as his tongue lapped hungrily over your clit, following the direction your hand guided his head to. 

“Fuck, that's it, Spencer… that's it, please don't stop…” You whimpered, your legs trembling on his shoulders as you felt your release building. 

He looked up at you through hooded eyes, your words urging him on. He continued eating you out, groaning against you as he found pleasure in the act of pleasuring you. As if on pure instinct, his hips began thrusting against the bed, grinding his erection on the mattress, seeking some sort of friction to relieve the pleasure he felt. It was all overwhelming to him, he never expected to feel this much pleasure by going down on someone else.

He could feel you clenching down on his fingers, your walls beginning to flutter around him. He moaned, the sound vibrating against your core, heightening the pleasure you felt.

He had to force himself to stop grinding on the mattress, or else he'd be finishing too soon. Determined to bring you over the edge, he kept going, his eyes fixed on you as he ate you out.

“Are you close?” He asked, taking a break to breathe, though his fingers didn't falter.

“Yeah… please don't stop…” You moaned, already bringing his face back down onto you, trying to hold onto the feeling for as long as possible.

He understood what you needed, bending down to continue lapping at you, set on prolonging your release as much as possible. Overtaken by the pleasure, he sped up, trying to get you there faster.

“No, no, Spence, don't speed up!” You begged, your vision blurring with the impending orgasm.

“Sorry, I'm sorry,” he muttered, going back to the former pace until he felt you shaking in his arms.

It was official: Spencer Reid had made someone come.

You moaned his name, legs spasming around his face as he lapped down your release. His fingers gently withdrew from you, his lips kissing your thighs as you came down from your high.

“Did you… did you really just…?” He asked still in disbelief, looking up at you starry eyed.

“Yeah… I did,” you breathed out, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of your release.

“I… I made you come?” He smiled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he slowly crawled back up your body.

“You sure did,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around him. “Thank you, that was… amazing,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Was it really? I've never felt anything remotely similar to this in my entire life, it was… beautiful. I've never seen anything more beautiful than you letting go like that,” he admitted, his pupils wide and his lips tugging on a silly, lovesick grin.

“You did a really good job, baby,” you held him close, your body starting to recover from the aftermath.

“Are you sure? What about in the end when I sped up?” He asked, his tone dripping with insecurity but also curiosity to learn.

“Oh, don't worry about it, you're a fast learner,” you giggled softly. “It's just that, when I'm getting closer to release, it means you're doing something really right—so don't change it unless I ask you to,” you explained, your fingers tracing patterns on his back.

“Duly noted,” he smiled. “I'll remember that.”

Then he leaned down to kiss you, his forearms caging around your head as your lips met. You could taste yourself faintly in his mouth, and as his body lowered closer to yours, you felt a droplet of something wet fall on your stomach.

Looking down, you realized what it was, a blush creeping up your cheeks. He followed your gaze, noticing what was happening as well, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. You could see how his length throbbed, standing proudly and dripping on your stomach. 

“Uhm… I'm sorry about that, it's just that I…” he stammered, struggling to find less embarrassing words than ‘I'm so hard for you I could come from a single touch of yours.’

“It's fine,” you reassured him, cupping his cheek. “If you want to, I could return the favor or… or we could try something new…” You whispered.

His entire body shivered at your words, his eyes shutting as he tried to control his body's reactions. “As much as I'd love for you to return the favor, I don't think I can… last much longer if you do,” he blushed. “But trust me, if you let me, I'll hold you to that offer.”

You chuckled softly, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Your call, baby. We can try whatever you want, whenever you want it,” you added, peppering light kisses down his neck.

A smile creeped up his lips as you kissed him. “I want… you. I want to take you now, if you'll let me,” he swallowed hard, nervousness battling with excitement in his chest.

“I'm all yours, sweetheart,” you murmured against the shell of his ear, making his entire body shiver.

“O-okay, then I should… I should grab a c—uhm, protection, I mean…” He stumbled over his words, quickly standing from the bed and looking through his nightstand’s drawer.

You chuckled softly from the bed, watching him nervously looking for the tiny box and pulling a wrapper from inside. “Got it,” he said, claiming his find with a satisfied smile.

“You know… We could go without it if we wanted to,” your eyes glimmered with mischief.

“A-are you serious?” He stuttered, unsure, but not appalled as he sat back on the edge of the bed.

“I mean… We're both clean, aren't we? And I'm on birth control… But it's up to you,” you blushed as the words left your lips, but you couldn't help yourself.

“Y-you’d let me? For real?” He blinked, still in disbelief.

“Yeah,” you smiled.”Would you like that?”

“Yes,” he nodded eagerly, not missing a second. He tossed the condom back in the drawer and climbed back on the bed, his body caging yours against the mattress. “Are you completely sure, though?” He asked again, his body trembling with excitement, his hands running up and down your sides.

“I'm sure, baby,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him. 

He kissed you fiercely, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as his lips moved hungrily against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his hips down against yours.

You moaned at the feeling of his hardness pressing down on you, your hips bucking up to meet his. The movement from your hips elicited a guttural groan from him, his length grinding desperately between your glistening folds.

“I think… I think I'm ready,” he muttered, your breaths mingling as he pulled back from the kiss.

“Do you need help, baby? I can take over,” you suggested, noticing how nervous he was.

“No, no, that's fine I… I wanna try. But I'm glad to know you're willing,” he smiled, his hand moving down to grip his base.

“Of course,” you smiled back, your eyes rolling back as he rubbed the tip of his erection across your slit. 

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he shivered, letting out a curse.

You chuckled softly. “Language,” you teased.

“Sorry,” his cheeks turned pink as he began trying to nudge himself inside you.

You let him explore a little, noticing he was trying to fit it in, but struggled. You wanted to let him try, to let him have the feeling that he had some sort of control over this situation, so you didn't interfere.

“Shit, sorry, I'm just… it's just slippery…” He mumbled more to himself as he continued pushing, unsure whether he should use more of his hand or his hips. 

“It's okay, baby, may I help?” You asked softly, not wanting to embarrass him.

“Yes, please,” he blushed, letting his hand fall to the side.

You reached between you bodies, grabbing him and positioning him right at your entrance, nudging the tip in slightly.

“There you go,” you muttered. “Now you just thrust forward,” you explained. “It might slip again, but it's normal, okay?” You told him softly.

“Yeah, okay, thanks,” he nodded, overwhelmed by the sensation of your grip on his tip. “Are you ready?”

You nodded, letting him know it was time. He leaned back down, slowly easing himself inside you with a roll of his hips, until he was entirely sheathed within your heat.

He let his forehead rest against yours, your ragged breaths mingling together as the two of you adjusted to the sensation.

“How do you feel?” You asked quietly, looking up at him.

“So… so good…” He muttered, his hips shifting slightly. “It's so tight and… warm… I love it,” he admitted, slowly beginning to move.

You watched his face closely, admiring how his features changed with each of his thrusts, betraying the pleasure he felt. His rhythm was messy, his legs struggling to find the right ways to support his body as his hips surged forward again and again. 

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms supporting his body above yours as he continued moving. He groaned against your ear, the sounds mixed with low moans and soft whimpers as he made love to you.

“Am I doing this right? Does this feel good to you?” He mumbled, trying to angle his moves but accidentally slipping out, quickly sliding in again. “Sorry about that,” he whispered, one of his hands coming up to fondle your breasts. 

“It feels so good, baby, don't worry…” you moaned softly, your legs wrapping around his back to bring him closer. “Keep going, just like that, fuck… You're doing so good…” 

Your words urged him on, his hips moving faster against you. You gasped, the feeling of having him inside you almost too much. You loved watching him learn, how his uneven thrusts slowly became a little less messy, how he whispered ‘sorry’ whenever he accidentally slipped out… Everything about it endeared you.

You'd never had sex like this. So messy, and yet it was perfect. You felt the emotion with every thrust, every moan, every sloppy kiss he left on your neck. 

You noticed how his thrusts became even sloppier, how his grunts grew deeper and how his body tensed.

“Baby, I'm… fuck…” He groaned, his hips faltering for a moment before they continued thrusting forward. “...I'm close. Like, very close.”

“That’s it… Don't stop, keep going…” You whispered, your hands caressing his back as you leaned in to kiss his neck. “You can let go, let yourself feel good,” you whispered to him.

No further words were needed. With a deep, guttural groan, he pushed himself as deeply as he possibly could inside you, letting the pleasure take over him as he filled you up with his release.

“Spencer!” You moaned aloud, wrapping yourself around him as your second orgasm rippled through you. Your legs trembled around his waist, his body crashing down on top of you.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I didn't pull out, I made a mess…” he mumbled against the skin of your neck.

“No, no, baby, it's okay… I don't mind it in the slightest,” you muttered to him, your hand caressing his back. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing. Beyond words can express,” he replied, rolling off you so he was on his back next to you. You turned to face him, laying on your side.

“I'm so happy to have been your first,” you whisper, snuggling against his side.

“Me too… You were perfect, absolutely… Wow…” he gasped, catching his breath as he wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you close. “Hey, did you…?” He asked, frowning slightly as he looked down at you, still soft with the aftermath.

“What? Finish?”

He nodded, a blush creeping up his cheeks. You hummed in agreement, nodding eagerly with a smile.

“Really?” He asked again, his eyes widening slightly at your response. “Again?”

“Yeah, again,” you blushed.

“Oh my—you’re amazing,” he muttered, wrapping his arms tightly around you and leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You giggled softly, burying your face on his chest. “We should probably get cleaned up,” you said, feeling his release coating your inner thighs.

“Right—yes, sorry, aftercare,” He said, quickly hopping off the bed to grab a warm washcloth in the bathroom. 

He came back, sitting at the edge of the bed as he cleaned you up reverently. You watched in complete awe of him, enchanted by the earnest care he poured in his every touch.

“There you go,” he whispered, tossing the washcloth as he climbed back on the bed to cuddle you. 

“Thank you,” you said, letting yourself be enveloped by his arms.

“That was the bare minimum,” he muttered against your hair, breathing in your scent. “You know, we should do this again sometime,” he let out quietly.

You chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in your chests that were pressed together. “Of course we're doing it again, that's what boyfriends do to their—” you stopped yourself after realizing what you'd said.

“Wait, wait. What did you call me?” He froze, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“B-boyfriend…?” You hesitated, unsure about how he'd take it.

“So I'm really your boyfriend?” His smile widened.

“Well, I know we haven't talked directly about this before, but I've kinda been thinking about it, and—”

“Of course I'm your boyfriend! Oh thank god, I was starting to worry I was reading into things…” He sighed, relieved.

“Really? Oh good, I was so afraid too, you were being so careful with everything,” you sighed as well.

“You had nothing to be afraid of, did you really think I'd ask to have sex with you if I wasn't in love?” He let out as if it were obvious, barely realizing what he'd just said before you interrupted:

“You're in love with me?”

“Oh my—I mean, well, it's not that I'm…” He stammered, unable to cover up his slipup.

“Spencer, shut up,” you said, silencing him with a searing kiss. Startled, he kissed you back, his hands finding the back of your neck to pull you closer. “I'm in love with you too,” you whispered as you broke the kiss. 

The silly smile that spread across his face almost had you undone again. “Should I take that as a yes?” He murmured.

“A yes to what?”

“A yes to us doing this again?” He nudged you playfully.

You let out a warm chuckle, “Yes, Spencer. We're definitely doing this again.”

“Yes!” He celebrated, pulling you in even closer as he buried his face in your hair, your bare bodies tangled together impossibly under the covers. “I love being in love with you,” he whispered softly.

“I love being in love with you too,” you whispered back.

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Everything He Doesn’t Say

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Max has never been good with words, but you’ve never once had to doubt how he feels.

Authors Note: Inspired by this amazing piece from @jungwnies 💕

1.3k words / Masterlist

You find the first one in your glove compartment.

It’s early. The sun is barely up and the pit of your stomach still churns with the anxiety of the meeting you’ve been rehearsing for in your head since 4 a.m. You get in your car, toss your bag onto the passenger seat and open the glovebox to grab the parking permit...

A folded square of paper slips out and lands on your lap.

You recognise his handwriting immediately, messy, slanted a little to the left, almost illegible to anyone else. The edges of the note are frayed like it had been sitting in his jeans for a day or two.

You’re going to kill it today. Like always. Proud of you. –M.

You stare at the note for a long moment. He didn’t say anything this morning when he hugged you at the door. Just pulled you in, kissed your forehead, murmured, “Don’t stress, baby,” and then disappeared back into the bedroom.

But this, this is different, like a whisper he wasn’t brave enough to say out loud. You place it gently into the centre console, fingers grazing it one last time before you shift into reverse.

The second one is inside your gym bag.

You find it after a long day, half-asleep and grumpy and rummaging for your water bottle. You nearly miss it, folded between the towel and your sports bra.

It’s short.

Stop forgetting how hot you are. –M.

You snort. A laugh slips out before you can stop it.

Max has never been great with words. Not when it comes to you. Not in the I-love-you-so-much-my-soul-aches kind of way. He says you’re cute, or you smell nice, or stay close tonight, instead, but you’ve come to realise he says a lot more than he lets on.

You tuck the note into your purse beside your ID, where he’ll never know you kept it.

Max is in the kitchen when you get home that night, barefoot, hoodie sleeves pushed up. There’s soup on the stove. A half-burnt piece of bread in the toaster.

“Hey,” he says, glancing up.

“Hey,” you reply, quietly.

You stop when you see what’s sitting on the counter.

Your old phone charger. The one that frayed weeks ago and sparks when you plug it in, the one you keep saying you’ll replace but never have. It’s not just been replaced but upgraded. A newer, longer cable. Still pink. Still tucked into the exact same cable holder you’d been using.

Next to it is your favourite chocolate bar. The one that's hard to find. The one you mentioned in passing weeks ago, "God, I miss those. Haven’t seen them in ages."

You blink. “Where’d you find that?”

He doesn’t even look up. “Petrol station outside of town. You don’t need to thank me.”

You pause, because you were about to. He always says that ‘You don’t need to thank me’ whether it's setting your alarm when you forget, running you a bath without asking, or quietly re-parking your car after you leave it crooked. He doesn’t say it to be dismissive. It’s almost shy, like he doesn’t know what to do when you look at him with full-blown gratitude.

He sets your mug down beside you, your favourite tea with just the right amount of honey.

You look at the counter again pink charger coiled neatly, wrapper waiting.

“You okay?” he asks, voice soft.

“Yeah,” you murmur, reaching for the tea. “Thanks.”

Max doesn’t reply just shakes his head, chuckles and brushes his hand across your lower back. He hands you a bowl and waits for you to sit beside him on the couch, gently tugging the blanket over both your legs.

“I found the note,” you say after a few minutes, voice soft.

He doesn’t look at you. Just spoons soup into his mouth and shrugs. “What note?”

You smile. “The one in my gym bag.”

“Oh.” He blinks like he genuinely forgot. “That was meant for Monday.”

You lean your head against his shoulder, heart stupidly full. “Still worked.”

He never posts about you on Instagram.

It used to sting a little, in the beginning before you understood him, before you stopped comparing him to other people.

Because Max doesn’t care about optics, doesn’t feel the need to declare his love in public or share photos from every date night. He barely remembers to post anything at all unless someone reminds him.

But he does change his lockscreen.

You notice it one night while he’s asleep, phone buzzing softly on the nightstand with some notification he’ll ignore until morning. You pick it up to silence it and catch a glimpse of the photo.

It’s from your trip to Lake Como last summer.

You’re not even looking at the camera, head turned, eyes bright, smiling at something stupid he said. It’s not posed, it’s not perfect, but you look happy.

And he chose that version of you, the soft, unfiltered one.

You place the phone back down without a word and curl closer to his chest, whispering a quiet I love you into the dark.

Sometimes he sends you videos. Random ones.

A goose chasing a guy down a beach. A cat flipping off a countertop. A golden retriever refusing to drop the stick that’s three times its size.

No caption. No context.

It always comes when you’ve been apart too long both of you swamped with work. You’ve learned to read between the lines. It’s never just a meme.

It’s I miss you. It’s Can we talk? It’s I just want to hear your laugh.

You send one back. He replies immediately.

And just like that you’re texting again, heart full.

You walk in on him reading one night.

It’s the same book you’ve been talking about for months, the one you rambled about over dinner, quoting passages like a hopeless romantic.

Max is not a reader. He struggles to sit still unless he’s in a simulator or watching race footage, but there he is, lying on his back, squinting at the tiny print, brow furrowed like he’s concentrating harder than he does in qualifying.

“Max?”

He looks up, startled.

“Are you seriously reading that?”

He shifts awkwardly. “Just wanted to see what it’s about.”

You move toward him slowly, cautiously.

“And?”

“It’s... alright.”

“You hate it.”

“No,” he says too quickly. “It’s just... kinda dramatic... but the girl talks like you. Like, the way she explains stuff. I get it now. Why you like it.”

He flushes and looks back at the page, mumbling. You lean over and kiss the corner of his mouth and hope he understands that this means more than a thousand grand gestures.

Max doesn’t say “I love you” very often.

It’s not that he doesn’t feel it, he just doesn’t know what to do with big, consuming emotions, but he shows it.

In the way he tucks your hair behind your ear when you're too sleepy to do it yourself. In the way he places his hand on your back when you're walking through a crowd. In how he notices when your hands are cold before you do and slips his into yours without a word.

And especially when he drives.

You notice it every single time, how he buckles your seatbelt before his own. Leans over and makes sure it clicks. Tugs it gently to test the tension. Only then does he fasten his own and start the engine.

It’s so automatic now, so ingrained, you don't think he even realises he’s doing it, but you do.

You always do.

One night, months into this quiet, gentle love you’ve built, you find another note.

Tucked into your left sneaker. The old pair you rarely ever wear.

You unfold it and feel your chest tighten.

You make everyday better. –M.

You press the note to your lips, overwhelmed, and decide then and there that maybe he doesn’t need to say “I love you” often, because he’s always saying it in his own way.

In every little thing.

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Wrong Name (Part 2)

Summary: Part 2 of Wrong Name ft. an accidental proposal

Pairing: Jack Abbot x reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warning: None! Just super cute!

Author’s note: And I present a part 2 I honestly never thought I would write! Thank you thank you thank you to everyone who left likes reblogs and comments they all mean that absolute world to me I love hearing about your favorite parts it absolutely makes my day and I hope you like this part too!

Check out part one here!

He thought he had learned to stop being so surprised to see you just show up at the hospital.

It was always with an excuse, dropping off food for the staff, meeting him after a shift to walk home, giving him something he had forgot at home, but he thinks you actually just like being around, and the rest of the doctors of the Pitt certainly felt the same way. He was pretty sure they just texted you, asking you to come when they needed you, and you never hesitated to follow through.

It was nice to have someone outside of the Pitt. It was something he learned early on with you. Nice to have someone with what felt like objective eyes on the good and the bad, who could give perspective from a point of view other than a medical professional. And somehow, you’ve become that person for the people in the ED still too new to have that network yet.

So maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised to see you sitting on a bench across from the hospital, drinking a beer from a familiar looking cooler, surrounded by familiar looking young doctors.

“Have my med students kidnapped you” a part of him relished the way everyone in the group but you jumped a little at his voice, their immediate reaction to try and hide the beer as if they had been caught doing something wrong.

All except you who grinned up at him from the bench, tilting your neck back eagerly to give him a quick kiss in greeting with a hum of approval. “Kidnap? Please, I think I could take them”

Mel’s head tilted slightly to the side as if trying to figure out whether you were joking or not while Javadi’s eyes go wide and bounce rapidly between the two of you still trying to figure out if she was somehow going to get in trouble for this.

It was Whitaker who pipped up to fill the silence “Well Santos knows Krav Maga”

You looked at the intern with a raised brow, watching as she tried to bite down and hide her proud smirk behind her can. “That’s okay she’d be on my side”

“Damn right I would” she responded immediately, clinking her can against yours in a toast as you chuckled.

“Well now that your white knight is here what do you say we head home” he cut in putting a hand on your shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze.

“And that kiddies is my cue” You gave a dramatic groan as you stood up, raising your can in front of you to address them “to my favorite doctors in all of PTMC who work under Dr. Abbot” you gave a pause for dramatic effect “who I am incredibly proud of and did amazing work today”

Javadi gave a snort at that “you weren’t even here to verify that”

“Oh those weren’t my words” you assured her quickly “those came directly from Jack”

“Now hold on” he tired to interject but you steamrolled ahead.

“Goes on constantly about how proud he is of you guys”

“Wait a second”

“How you are the best residents he’s ever had”

“I certainly didn-“

“And that you’re all getting raises”

Jack tried to swallow back the chuckle that ruminated in his chest “And with that we are leaving”

You chuckled fondly at him, Jack beyond powerless to do anything but smile softly back at you.

“Alright I will see you all…probably fairly soon you’re kinda stuck with me now”

Mel pipped up just as you started to retreat “we’re still on for Friday right?”

“Yes” You responded eagerly, making your way over to Jack and not hesitating to take his hand in yours, giving the fingers a reassuring squeeze “your sister’s okay with it right?”

“Of course she is she likes you” Mel rolled her eyes like it was obvious only making your grin widen.

“Good I like her too. But I wanted to check. You can’t just crash a King sister tradition without checking” Pulling softly on his arm you started to lead Jack away from the benches, still calling out back behind you “text me if she doesn’t want me to come, no hurt feelings got it?”

Mel gave you a thumbs up in response, you just about to finally turn around and leave with Jack before Whitaker called out again.

“Goodbye Mrs.A-“

“Whittaker you finish that sentence I’ll sic Santos on you”

And finally, finally Jack had you all to himself. A comfortable silence falling over the two of you as you started to make the familiar trek home.

“You’ve met King’s sister?”

“You haven’t?”

And all Jack could do was laugh because of course you have. Of course you knew all about how she spent her time outside of work. Of course you had gotten yourself invited to their family tradition.

But still his mind was stuck on one particular part of that conversation. Unable to stop himself from asking even as he felt he shouldn’t. “Have you ever thought about it? Being Mrs. Abbot”

“Of course” you answered so quickly, so thoughtlessly, as if those two words hadn’t made his heart stutter in his chest “that’s why its written in pink glitter pen on every page of my diary”

And maybe you noticed the way his smile didn’t fully reach his eyes, or the way his laugh didn’t live in his chest as it normally did, but something made you pause before giving a more honest answer.

“Yeah I’ve thought about it”

He let the answer hang for a bit, let you enjoy yourself watching him squirm before he spoke “and?”

Like he knew you would you grinned back at him. Giving your interlocked hands a little swing “and I think I could go either way”

“Really?” he asked with a raised brow “you have no opinions?”

You shrugged in response “I think I’ve decided my priority is you.”

And truthfully he didn’t know what to say to that. In all the ways he had envisioned this conversation going, all the possible answers you could have given that was not one he had prepared for.

“I like what we have going” you shrugged, giving his hand a soft squeeze “we’re good. I like the idea of making it official, I don’t need it though” And finally you looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips, nothing short of complete devotion in your eyes “at the end of the day I’m going to spend my life with you Jack Abbot and there’s nothing you can do about it”

That finally pulled a real laugh out of him, the kind that rumbled deep in his chest, as he forced the two of you to stop, an action you didn’t seem at all surprised by.

He brought his palm up to cup your cheek, fingers threading lazily though the hair behind your ear as he rubbed softly back and forth on your skin, taking a moment to truly look at you, appreciate the beauty of the person he was so unfathomably lucky to call his. “You promise?”

“For you my dearest Jack Rabbit” you declared with a grin, going up onto your toes until your nose touched his, finishing on a whisper “I vow it”

-

“You know you two aren’t being subtle” Jack hadn’t even bothered to look up as he said it, had in fact spent the better part of the day avoiding their gaze as much as possible.

“Well I wasn’t going for subtle. Dana?” Robby stated matter-of-factly, glancing over at his charge nurse as he said it.

“I was going for overt” she shrugged.

And Jack knew exactly what their expressions would before he looked up, could guess the mixture of barely contained mirth and disappointment that would paint their features without needing to confirm.

“Well if you could keep your overt stares to yourselves that would be great”

“What is it Jackie-boy is it the ring?” Dana ignored him, leaning forward onto her forearms from across from him, bending down and seeking his gaze just as he usually did with people “I told you the ring’s perfect. It matches all of the stuff she already has well”

“No it’s not the ring” Jack cut her off with an annoyed look, keeping his head pointed down at the charting he had abandoned long ago “now if you excuse me some of us have a job to do”

“Well if not the ring then what?” Robby jumped in, mirroring Dana’s stance as he did so, the two doing their best to present a unified front, a fact that almost had Jack chuckling despite himself “You know when I told you she was too good for you I was mostly joking”

With a dramatic sigh Jack finally straightened and looked at the two across the desk from him, resigning himself to the fact that there was no escaping this conversation for much longer “no it’s not-“

“Dr. Abbot” Mel King his saving grace appeared next to him effectively catching the attention of all three of them, Jack more than happy to distract himself with whatever case she needed him on than withstand anymore grilling from his two so-called friends.

“Yes Dr. King”

“I just wanted to ask if-“ and he spoke too soon.

“No” Jack effectively cut off the line of questioning, turning back to his chart physically putting an end to the conversation

“But I just think that-“ Mel tried again

“No”

“Have you considered-“

“Still no”

“Dr. Abbot” Robby finally cut in, raising a brow at his friend as he put on his best teacher voice that only succeeded in pulling an eye roll from Jack “I’m not sure if you’re aware but this is a teaching hospital”

“It sure is” Jack responded in a similar tone “and teaching is exactly the thing I would love to be able to do today but thanks to some of us who have decided to be nosey and ‘overt’” he pointedly glared at the two of them “the rest of the staff have gotten it in their heads that they should get to be there when I propose”

And though he hoped that would be enough to get everyone back to work Jack was never that lucky, Robby immediately jumping in with “so it is for sure a when not an if then”.

Jack only glared at his friend, pointedly ignoring the shit-eating grin he wore as he stared unflinchingly back, Mel deciding this was the perfect opportunity to plead her case again “I just think that when it happens I-“

“Okay everyone listen up” Jack cut her off with a loud clap of his hands, effectively pulling the attention of anyone in the center of the ED.

“Dr. Abbot” Dana tried to call his attention, but he steamrolled ahead.

“I’m only going to say this once”

“Jack” Dana tried again as Jack once again pointedly ignored her.

“It will be done in private, just the two of us, at a time when I feel it is right alright?” He challenged the ED with a raised brow, his audience, despite his words, looking almost giddy before him.

“Sweetheart” Dana again tried to cut him off but Jack was too deep into his speech now.

“I appreciate your help with the ring and everything you all have done for the two of us but you need to stop pushing”

At this Dana had no more to say, little more than a deep sigh coming from the nurse as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the counter behind her.

“When I propose it will be on my own terms got it?”

The ED went silent around him, his students eyes wide as they did little more than stare up at him with rapt attention confusing Jack slightly.

“When you what”

Jack froze. He knew that voice. He knew that voice all too well. And even if he didn’t one look at the shit-eating grin on Robby’s face was more than enough to confirm it.

Jack spun in place quicker than his feet could really keep up to see you standing just a few feet behind him, frozen in place staring back at him with a wide-eyed gaze making Jack curse under his breath.

For the longest time no one said anything, the two of you frozen before one another as Jack’s head desperately reached for absolutely anything to say, finally settling on a defeated “what are you doing here”

“When you propose?” And God help him the way your lips twitched up at the corners as you said it made him nearly melt on the spot, Jack unable to fight the smile from growing on his lips in response as he took a few steps closer to you until he was almost chest to chest.

“Okay fine yes, when” he conceded with a soft chuckle, stooping his head slightly to fully meet your gaze as he drove his next point home “which is not this moment”

“But it’s going to happen?” Your question came back quick, your smile quickly growing to a full on grin that Jack wanted to be exasperated at. It would’ve been so much easier to shut down this conversation if he could remain stoic but the unbridled glee in your eyes had his resolve crumbling.

“In the future yes but I cannot stress this enough, not right now”

“Yes I say yes, or I will say yes” you eagerly grabbed at his forearms as the words all but spilled out of you. Jack helpless against the warmth that radiated within his chest at the action, his hands reaching forward to grab your face between them as a laugh threatened to bubble out of him.

“I am not proposing right now”

You all but ignored him, pulling his hands off your face but keeping them captured in your own as you continued on “have you already bought a ring? Can I see it?”

You were like a dog after a treat, oh so eager to barrel on ahead despite everything and Jack was finding it much too hard to be mad about it “I don’t have it on me because I refused to get engaged in the Pitt while I’m in scrubs”

And finally you seemed to properly take in the scene around you, the florescent lights ahead, the beep of machines all around you, the much too eager eyes of his coworkers who watched the scene before them unfold with rapt attention. “Alright fine”

Jack nearly sagged in relief at that, glad you were finally seeing things from his point of view before you cut him off again.

“But can I see it when we get home?”

A shocked laugh spilled out of the man as he shook his head, raking an exasperated hand over the lower half of his face “will you let me do it properly? Get on one knee, recite a speech I’ll pretend I didn’t spend hours writing. The whole nine yards” Never in his life did he think he would have to beg his fiancé to let him properly propose.

You pretended to think it over, the grin on your face telling him you were getting entirely too much enjoyment out of torturing him like this “Can we do dinner first? My favorite restaurant?”

He rolled his eyes at your response, unable to fight the fond smile from his lips as he did so “this isn’t a negotiation”

But you only stared up at him through your lashes, bottom lip pinned between your teeth, and Jack was putty in your hands, throwing  out the last resemblance of a plan he had with a sigh “we have reservations this weekend”

He barely got the words out before you were wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your lips up against his, Jack grinning happily into the kiss as he pulled you by the waist deeper into him, finding that he didn’t much mind this part of this catastrophe of a proposal.

But like usual the ED chimed in at the perfect time, an abrupt cheer from his friends around him pulling the two of you apart as you were swarmed by his med students, the kids eagerly pulling you into their own set of congratulatory hugs.

But with a grin like that on your face Jack still found he couldn’t be too mad about it.

A hand clapping his shoulder pulled Jack’s attention away from the excited conversation happening between you and his students, Robby sliding up next to him with a smug smile on his face “You know I’m honored you’d want me here today to witness-“

“Shut the fuck up” Jack cut him off sharply but with a chuckle, not hesitating to pull him into a hug, Robby whispering into his friends shoulder “I’m happy for you brother”