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ive never been a metalhead but maybe i should become one
#eli talks#i love zeal and ardor i love bloodywood the hu babymetal#as a kid i adored nightwish and others#i need to really discover more recent metal bands that arent one off songs. give me full albums#i do like bmth even though i dont find anything exceptional in it it's good#but i should go explore all the new subgenres and essential discographies#idk shit about music theory just rec good atmospheric metal.
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hollywood forever had me blushing and kicking my feet like you appreciate me fr? you wouldnât be anything without ME?
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dehradun days
you meet them for the first time,
knowing it's probably the last.
might as well make the most of this time,
since life comes at you fast.
you find the strangest of signals
in the no-network zones.
cross-tent communication with folks,
just rambling about the unknown.
there's the warmth of shared laughter,
that carries you through freezing nights,
and you look up at the flickering stars,
to finally see things in a different light.
and at 11,000 ft above sea level
you finally reach the peak,
just to realise the joy was in the journey,
and the friends you made that week.
you'll visit caves & splendid cafes,
and remember the city in mere parts,
but years later, you'll still tell everyone,
how dehradun captured your heart.
#inertia-writes#poets on tumblr#desi poetry#dehradun poetry#poems on india#poems on life#desiblr#being desi#dehradun#i went on a trek w the lowest of expectations and it was one of the best experiences of my life#it's so refreshing to meet people from different cities and of different ages and backgrounds#jan and feb were pretty meh but things have been looking upwards from march (thank you god - i acknowledge your existence)#thought of writing a happy poem for a change of tone (and also maybe because i am genuinely happy :) )#this isn't one of my best poems i feel - it's a bit unrefined - but who cares it is one of my happy ones sooooo#there are times when absolutely nothing significant happens and there are days when years happen#i didn't go in the mountains for solitude - i felt that here already haha. i went for a change.#but i gained so many memories w people and so many positive perspectives that i needed in general. also nayata premier league <3#i think i believe in destiny now. i was destined to meet those people and have a good time and come back to reality w a spring in my step#and maybe the mountains were calling. can't stay away from snow too long - i was born during snowy days anyway#came back home and am still in some weird positive trance - good for me#also my lucky streak is still going on - kaavish released a new song#historic moment in time (thank you god 2x)#poems on friendship#found family#poems on found family#all the may '23 - feb '24 melancholy has been washed out of my system. i am now set for the next tragedy of my life lol#dekhte hai kab tak khush rehti hu mein - kuch bhayankar honewala hai aisa lag raha hai#i do not remember the last time i was happy for a month straight - am i living in a virtual simulation?#whoever is controlling my life rn - i would like to continue to stay in this simulation - thanks v much
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There's an isolated harmonies track of the live Call me little sunshine on YouTube and SWISSSSSSS, SIRRRRRRR, YOUR VOCALS DIDNT HAVE TO GO THAT HARDDDDD
#THEYRE SO GOOD#I ABOUT SOBBED HEARING THEM#AND I KNOW IM INSANE AND OBSESSED WITH LISTENING TO EVERY BIT OF A SONG SEPARATELY#BUT HEARING SWISS' VOCALS SO CLEARLY MAKES ME SO HAPPY#The autism goes hard#unmasked ghoul talk after this point#but ive been obsessed with Juttys vocals in general lately#ive been listening to dragtalk and his lives non stop this past week#ive gotten hyperfixated on them#and hus different ways of singing i adore it#i desperately want to go to the next drag takk show#please someone in new york let me crash on your floor so I can come see a show đ
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decides to listen to a new bollywood song
oooh arijit singh sings this one
adds to playlist
#thats ALL i do when i try to listen to any new bollywood songs after a long time#arijit singh#desiblr#desi#bollywood#songs#music#desi culture#main aisi q hu
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guys.... I really wanna make a ao3 account but i cant do the email verification thing AHGUGH
#I may just make a new writing blog for this atp#I rly wanna write a Arturo x hu jing (listen i actually don't know if hu jing has a canon sexuality) angst fanfic#With a mitski or will woods song lyric as the title
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6 Random Songs From "On Repeat" Playlist:
Soap by The Oh Hellos
Jackboot Jump by Hozier
Torches by The Oh Hellos
Edge of the Earth by The Beaches
Your Dog by Soccer Mommy
Map on the Wall by Lucy Dacus
tagged by @syoddeye
(Oh Hellos on here twice because I have been listening to them on repeat while working on Heavy Weighs the Crown lmao)
Tagging: @mortuarywriting and also anyone else who wants to do this!
#Soap is Sweetpea and Johnny's song it just works don't @ me about it (or do I'm fine with that too)#Thanks for tagging!#Usually there's more variety but I've literally been listening to two project playlists for like two weeks straight#With a break to listen to The Hu and a couple of Larkin Poe albums and the new Hozier EP while I was working but those weren't on repeat#tag game#Cave participates
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ÎÎč The HU ΎÎčαÏÎșΔÏαÏαΜ ÏÎż ÎșλαÏÎčÎșÏ ÎșÎżÎŒÎŒÎŹÏÎč ÏÏΜ Iron Maiden, âThe Trooperâ ÏÏα ÎογγολÎčÎșÎŹ.
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missing friends fuckjng sucksssssssssss
#im new to this why does it hurt so much i thought that was for romantic stuff only#i really don't need one more thing in my life to hurt me more#but like. i discoverd a new taylor song today bhai kisse batau#apni ceiling ko bata deti hu jisme promise kiya tha star lagvake ki ill never leave you im with you forever lol#now i am slowlyyyy starting to understand how other people have been feeling with my leave first issues lol#i should die
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Hu Shin telling the men's group that Ji Young likes Min Gyu and that he told her to try and have a date with him before their time ends so that he can support her since he doesn't feel like he has a chance. this show doesn't deserve him
#heart signal 4#if there's a Hozier song for this on the new album then i haven't found it yet bc again i haven't gotten past f*cking De Selby but#he Ju Mi Gyeo Re and Ji Min they're the ones wrecking me. they're the ones who are the least likely to get a happy ending#and frankly the only way we could fix this is if ReMi suddenly got back together and Hu Shin finally paid enough attention to Ji Min#to realize that they should give it a shot. God why do i have to suffer so much this season is this necessary
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The Hu feat. William DuVall: This Is Mongol (Warrior Souls)
Song of the Day: February 12, 2023
â We are warrior souls Rolling like a river of fire (ĐĐŸĐœĐłĐŸĐ» бОлŃŃ) We are warrior souls Locked down and loaded on thĐ” prey This is our way (This is our way) 'Cause we can nĐ”ver be stopped (ĐĐŸĐœĐłĐŸĐ» бОлŃŃ) 'Cause we belong at the top â
Additional Thoughts: Discovery from New Music Night for 02/11/2023 on RockedNet.
#the hu#hu#william duvall#this is mongol#warrior souls#alice in chains#music#song#song of the day#rock#hard rock#new#new music#new music night
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DAY 28: A SONG BY AN ARTIST WHOSE VOICE YOU LOVE.
#30 day song challenge#ok look i sont rly listen tot hus guy#but i wanted a new artist i havent us we yet ok?.?#my mom showed me this song and rhen i latche into it bcus#well#the gr00mer trauma#Spotify
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â oh and by the way im married (zhongli) .
synopsis !! zhongli neglects to inform his friends that he's married.
contains !! they/them reader but referred to as wife, comedic dialogue
Z H O N G L I
Perhaps it's the fact that you've been married for centuries that informing others didn't seem to be a priority for Zhongli.
It wasn't obvious either. He had his day job and you had yours. To regular couples, the amount of distance you two spend would be a little strange, but time is something you have in abundance so it didn't really matter when you spend a few days apart doing your day jobs.
It was Hutao who brought it up the on the evening's Lantern Rite dinner.
"Aiyaya, it seems like everybody alive and dead has a date for this year's lantern rite."
"Hahaha! And here we are celebrating a feast with new and old friends. It doesn't sound like much of a loss to me." Venti laugjs, pouring himself a drink that threatens to overflow from his hand.
"I'm not saying it's a loss, I'm simply wondering wouldn't some of you want to spend the night with a special someone?" She smirks, eyes scanning the group. Chongyun coughs into his cup as Xiao averts his gaze from the troublemaker.
"If you're asking for my opinion, I'd say everyone here is quite special to me," Lumine smiles warmly before glancing at the two archons and yaksha, "I'm sure there's still time for dating in the future. We're not that old."
"Well. . ." Hutao turns to Zhongli. He raises a brow, placing down his cup.
"May I ask why you're staring at me, Director Hu?"
"No reason~ It's just, as your boss, of course I'm a little bit concerned. Aren't you wasting your youth by not going out on dates, mister Zhongli? I'm sure there's a line of Liyuens who would love toâ"
A burst of laughter comes from the green bard. "Oh, him? On a Lantern Rite date with someone else? (Name) would surely kill him."
"(Name)?" Everyone questions.
"Huh? He didn't tell you?" Venti tilts his head.
Zhongli coughs, "Ah. . . Please don't be concerned about my dating life, Director Hu. After all, I am already married."
Silence.
A cup drops.
Tea spills (literally).
Then,
"Married?!" The restaurant shakes as Hutao and Lumine jolt upright, hands slamming the table.
"Married." Zhongli confirms.
"What! For how long? When? What's their name? Why have you neverâ"
Zhongli hushes, trying to calm his boss from jumping over the table. His face dusts a light pink, perhaps embarrassed by the whole ordeal.
"For a few. . . years now. As you know, they're (Name). And as for why I never mentioned my wife. . ." He glances at the crowd, ". . . I simply forgot."
"You. . . forgot," Xingqiu slowly repeats.
"Yes, it seems I've forgotten to inform everyone. Then again, is it not obvious that I'm a married man?"
Chongyun covers his face in his hands, processing the whole ordeal, "Thinking back. . . mister Zhongli always had a domestic kind of aura. It seems so obvious now."
"Wait, wait, wait! How come I didn't know about this? We work together almost everyday! And why does Venti know! Didn't you two just met! Do you even have a ring?" Hutao interjects, flabbergasted as Zhongli and Venti freezes.
In truth, he does have a ring. One he carved himself made of only the most precious of jade and metal. It has rested under his glove for centuriesïżœïżœïżœ
Under his glove also hides his draconic arms, golden veins against dark brown, almost scale-like skin. Proof of a entity greater than human.
"Ehe. . . about that," Venti nervously looks away, "I've actually. . . met his wife before!" He covers up, voice laced with enthusiasm.
"Yes, yes, my wife is quite fond of Mondstadt's songs. They've frequently visited the nation before."
"And you don't come along?" Xiangling asks.
"I don't."
The group blinks.
"And what about the ring? I never see you wear a wedding ring." Hutao narrows her eyes.
"That's because I don't wear it." He answers bluntly.
". . . and you never introduced them to us because. . .?" Lumine questions.
"Because . . . I haven't had the time to?"
Hutao rests back on her chair, her eyes glazed in judgment, "No offense mister Zhongli, but you seem like a terrible husband. If you don't get your act straight, I'd say your marriage won't last."
His jaw drops. Venti laughs.
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"Darling, am I a terrible husband?"
"No? What makes you think that?"
"No reason. Although I believe we should try dating publicly."
tumblr has been deleting my last paragraphs why
//for some reason tumblr has been deleting my last lines in drafts so i have to type this so my last sentences wont get deleted
"No reason. But perhaps it's about time I show you off to the public more."
ko-fi support | character m.list
#genshin#genshin zhongli#zhongli x reader#genshin impact#zhongli#zhongli fluff#zhongli fic#genshin fluff#genshin x reader
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#khatu shyam status#khatu shyam status 2022#khatu shyam status 2023#khatu shyam status new#khatu shyam status birthday#khatu shyam status full screen#khatu shyam status video#khatu shyam status kanhiya mittal#khatu shyam status song#khatu shyam status happy birthday#khatu shyam status 4k hd#khatu shyam status new 2022#khatu shyam status hara hu baba#khatu shyam status sad#king
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ghost distribution system when you're walking from your parking space to the apartment building you live in before hearing small animal whimpers. the snow continues to plow through the city as you pull your scarf closer to you. the sounds echo again and you pause in your steps, awaiting for the source to make the whimpers again.
your feet step closer amidst the snow, it crunching underneath your heavy boots. the sound got less frequent as you turned the corner and peaked behind the parked car. to your surprise, a bundle of brown fur was curled up and snowed on. you gasp and reach down while unfurling your scarf to cover the bundle. as you did, the wind picked up and, from what you notice, is a tiny kitten.
you hurry up the stairs and into your apartment, quickly wrapping more blankets around your new furry friend. you turn on the heat, then a warm bath, then put your towel in the dryer to warm up. the little meows starts to continue again and you coo at it while dialing a number.
the kitten kicked the shallow water in your tub as you massage its soft fur. you giggle and it meows back in response. the knock on your front door startles you but you knew who it was.
you opened the door is a broad man who pushes past you, eyes fixed on your ceiling and a shopping bag in his hand.
"simon, i'm so glad you're here, i..." you turn to him after locking your door and see him reach up, batteries in one hand and the lid to your smoke detectors in his other. "oh, thank you..."
he mumbles as he continues to change them, "the beeping... it's uh...annoying..."
you smile and tap him on his shoulder as you walk to get your towel from the dryer. he follows behind and bangs the lid of your washer close, it's always slightly open.
you feel him close behind you again when you go to the bathroom, humming a familiar song as you walk in. the kitten walked around the warm water and mews at you and simon pokes his head over your shoulder. "is this why you called?"
you nod and bend over to pick up the tiny furball into the warmed towel as you dry..."can you check if it's a boy or a girl?"
he moves a bit, struggling to not bump into various corners in the small bathroom. he picks up the kitten by its scruff and you panic, cupping your hands underneath it to prevent it from falling. after a bit, he finally answers you, "dunno what i'm looking at."
you giggle and take the sopping wet kitten into your hand and continue to dry it, switching from the warm setting on your hair dryer and the towel.
"you think we should take it to the vet?" you ask him as he orders takeout on your phone. you look over at him, your fingers gently petting the kitten that's curled up on your chest, no longer damp and cold but warm and sleepy.
he nods, a bit distracted as he scrolled through what drink to get. "are we sharing custody?"
"like a divorced couple?" you ask him through a silly smile.
that gets a chuckle out of him and he elbows you softly. "we're not divorced."
"well we're not married either. we're not even dating..." you mumble the last part, a bit of hurt runs through your chest as you remind yourself. it was a thought that popped up late last week when he went home after installing your new dryer in your apartment.
after that, it plagues your mind every time you find him helping you or staring close to you. it sounds cheesy but youâve thought of asking him âwhat are we?â a few times.
he noticed your silence and meets it with his own. you refuse to look at him, instead focusing on the purring cat on your chest. unbeknownst to you, simon meets your silence with confusion. âyes we areâŠ?â
you snap your eyes at him, brows furrowed. âyou never asked me!â
âi changed your smoke alarmsâŠand your tiresâŠâ he begins, looking at your weirdly. you donât get it, mostly because you can only see his eyes and a little under it.
you stare at him, he stares at you. then you begin, âbut you didnât askâŠâ
he looks at you, confused and kind of amused. he gives you a huff of playfulness and responds, âcan i date youâ can i marry you?
âyeah i guessâŠâ you tease as you lean over and tap your shoulder against his.
he rolls his eyes and goes back to inputting his credit card into your phone to order food. âjust for that i canceled your drinkâ
âasshole!â you hit him on the shoulder push him away from you, which he plays along and falls to the other side of the sofa.
a silence falls over the two of you once again, this time comfortable and a bit bashful as the two of you, mostly you, begin to process what just happened.
âwhatâre you gonna nameâŠ.itâ he breaks the silence, remembering that he really doesnât know if itâs a boy or a girl yet. âwhat about snowâŠgender neutral?â
âcheesy nameâŠalexâ
âbasicâ
âyouâre impossibleâ
you laugh and he can tell you know heâs not serious, which is good. heâs always worried about pushing too many buttons, making you so upset that you leave. not right now though, his body relaxes.
âtoaster?â
âfucking hate thatâŠâ
âtoaster it is!â
"bloody hell..." the kitten paws at his outreach hand.
master list | letter box | main directory
stop by the letter box!
#katzwrites#cod mw2#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod mwii#cod#modern warfare 2#fanfic#cod ghost#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#ghost x f!reader#ghost simon riley#simon ghost x reader#call of duty ghosts#simon riley ghost#simon riley imagine#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost call of duty
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Here Comes the Sun
pairing: s.r x fem!bau!reader word count: 2.8k contents: not proof read iâm sorry⊠fluffy :3 title taken from a beatles song, suggestive content, but no smut!!!rushed, badly written, post prison!reid, professor!reid mentioned, very tiny jeid reference, eventually sweetheart!spence, his tism is showing, cuddling <33, emily is a little shit the one time sheâs mentioned, allusions to sex, sneakinâ around a/n: this is kinda bad⊠idk. i just needed to post a fic because im sure you guys are tired of me thirsting over glasses reid </3
You joined the team when Reid was on sabbatical leave. You were yet to be introduced to him until your second week. He was insensitive and distant, especially with you (only distant); he lacked that shine in his eyes you saw in other people. To which the team clarified he wasnât forever like that, and heâd changed after he went to prison. You felt nothing but empathy for him, and you wished he could find that happiness he once harbored.
In the first one hundred days you got to know him, you unknowingly profiled his every move. Every diminutive gesture, a raise of an eyebrow to a giggle that slipped from his lips. You deduced that he was most comfortable around JJ and Luke, and he missed a former agent named Derek Morgan. He was least relaxed around you; he shielded himself near you. He would plow his hands into his pockets and purse his lips awkwardly.
Youâd managed to pry a few conversations out of him, and you couldnât be more different than him. Despite your job, you were the biggest optimist ever. Spencer was a blunt realist, which youâd expected, but his honesty shocked you. You two had serious conversations, less lighthearted than the ones you heard him have with other members. It made you wish that he would be more comfortable with you.
You would watch him from afar, your heart breaking at his permanent pout and glossy eyes. You would seldom ask âa penny for his thoughts,â but he always hesitated, simply laughing it off, pulling the infamous âIâm fine.â
You, of course, respected his boundaries, but you felt as if you hadn't even developed any camaraderie. You two felt like strangers, because it was all you were. There was no bond; there was no relationship. Simply coworkers, and you didnât think that he wanted anything more than that.
Of course, you preferred a professional relationship, but sometimes you wished he would give you a smile like he did to any other member. After what heâs been through, you donât blame him for not wanting to develop new, close relationships. It would only make it worse to force a friendship upon you two. If it doesnât happen, thatâs it.
Then, it was thirty days without him. It felt no different than your average days at the BAU. Other team members were affected, but you couldnât feel any more normal. It wasnât that you didnât care for him, but the complete opposite. It was simply that he wasnât a key part of your social life as the other team members were. Of course, working the cases felt slightly differentâvoid of his nerdy aura.
The air felt less tense for you. You were closer with the other team members; you couldnât deny that you felt bad to feel better without Spencer. It wasnât because he was gone, per se, you simply felt more comfortable.
The thirty days seemed to be the longest month of your life, because when you saw him, you felt relieved to know he was there, he was alive. First day back at the BAU, he wrapped his arms around JJ tightly, spinning her in a circle, erupting gentle laughter from the blonde. You smiled, because it was a wholesome sight, and you totally didnât wish that she were you.
Winter came around with Spencer, and the team received significantly fewer cases, which made you wonder if even serial killers feared the cold. The thought was almost humorous. The rare cases the team received were in the warmer states like Arizona and Florida. It was nice to seldom escape the cold and experience a bit of warmth this time of year.
Unfortunately, some serial killers feared nothing. The team accepted a case in North Dakota, an unsub taking advantage of the cold, utilizing it to torture their victims. Though you were a profiler, you could never actually be in someone's brain, and you could never figure out where such creativity came from.
You and Spencer arrived at the first crime scene. It wasnât unusual, because you guys worked well together professionally. You strode in sync, walking over to the lifeless, cold victim. You shivered, in horror and because you were cold. You two had been standing in the middle of a field; what wouldâve been beautiful grass was covered in snow.
âThis is⊠unusual,â you acknowledged quietly, because it was more than obvious. Spencer let out an amused scoff and nod, his breath causing tiny clouds to form in the wintry air.
You two examined the victim with meticulousness and sympathy. You couldnât bring yourself to look into the victimâs dull eyes. You almost winced at the sight of their body overall. The contrast between their practically blue body and the blood from their chest was horrific.
You sighed with a shiver as you turned to walk away, Spencer still examining the victim, imprinting the image into his head for future reference. You didnât bother to ask whether he was coming or not, because he had to get back to the station, so it would only be stupid to ask.
Closing in on the distance to the car, you felt a warm, cozy object encircle your neck: Spencerâs purple scarf. He didnât have to, but your whole body was practically shaking, and he couldnât handle it.
You turned around to him, the cool wind blowing his hair out of place (not that it was in place to start). âYouâll be cold.â You started to take the scarf off, and he immediately grabbed your hand, stopping you.
âSorry, um, no. Keep it. Iâm fine, and youâre shivering.â His hand still holding yours, until he realized the awkward position, he let go. âAre you warm?â
You nodded, which wasnât a lie to simply satisfy him. You now understood why he wore it recently. It was welcoming, warm, and relaxing. You felt like the fierce cold couldnât touch you anymore, though you knew itâd win.
He stepped over to the driver's side, avoiding the ice in the road, to open the door for you.
âIâm the driver, Reid. You didnât have to do that.â You smiled at him involuntarily, the gesture just sweet. You quickly started up the car, yearning for the warmth that would leave the vents.
âItâs just respectful.â He hummed, closing the door behind you as you leaned down into the car. He strolled back to the passenger side, taking the seat next to you, taking in the heating temperature of the car.
âYouâre suddenly a gentleman, hm?â You chuckled, glancing over to Spencer, a slight smile crept onto his lips.
You could seriously get used to this.
The next roughly ninety days of winter were warm because you were filled with warmth. Each morning at the BAU, Spencer would make you a cup of coffee and have it on your desk before or right on time as you arrived. It prompted for a conversationâspecifically, each time an awkward conversation about the weather, which was the same every day, but it was an excuse to interact. He became comfortable enough to ramble to you; it was mostly about how D.C. didnât even get the worst winter in the US and comparing your fortunate weather to other states that were freezing.
Youâd be bored in the morning; Spencer was a form of entertainment, but not just that. He seemed the happiest when he could talk and talk so much. He had so much to say, and people let him say so little. It disheartened him, so of course, he expected it from you. He didnât expect your pout when he suddenly stopped talking, it made his eyes light up.
You actually cared.
He beamed before he started prattling on again, and you listened intently as you sipped your coffee, his purple scarf around your neckâwhich he noticed, and it made his heart flutter.
âYou really⊠like the scarf?â he haphazardly blurted in the middle of his rambling, with something of humor in his voice.
âOf course I do! Itâs also given me a chance to wear all of the purple in my closet while staying warm.â You nodded, looking down at your outfit, wearing a purple cardigan he hadn't seen before. He noticed your new versatility in style, and he liked it. âWhy wouldn't I like it?â
âOhâItâs just old. I've had it for a while, and itâs kind of ugly. It, um..." he cleared his throat, âit looks great on you.â
âAre you flirting with me, Reid?â
His face flushed an unusual shade of red, and his lips immediately parted to object, but he couldn't say anything. He simply looked like a tomato.
âOh, no, I was joking!â You giggled a bit, the back of your hand traveling to his cheek to feel the heat of his face. âI know you weren't flirting.â
âO-ohâŠâ He spoke through an uneasy chuckle, and your hand on his face served no consolation to his nervousness.
Even this moment wasn't too awkward, it was humorous to you, and Spencer was minorly embarrassed, mainly adoring your giggles at his red face. The idea of germs was in the back of his mind as you handled his face, but he couldn't care less.
You had one more case with him before he left on sabbatical leave. You took advantage of it. You had the chance (not even a choice, actually) to share a hotel room, and you couldnât help but think it would make it awkward again.
Spencer had been lying in bed before you were out of your work clothes. He was lying on his back, his eyes tightly closed, afraid to see something he didn't want to.
âAsleep already?â You were changing into the comfortable clothes you packed to sleep in. You would've packed better if you knew someone had to see you in your pajamas.
âNo, Iâm afraid I might see you⊠you know, changing.â
âAfraid?â You chuckled, climbing into your side of the bed, a lot of space between you two, which was comfortable and not awkward.
âYou know what I mean.â He sighed as he turned to face you, his eyes opening to notice the comedically large space. âI think you could move a bit closer?â
You scooted a bit closer, the space shrinking narrowly. âJust a little more,â he murmured.
âDo you want to cuddle with me, Reid?â You jested as you two lay a few inches apart now.
A giggle erupted from his lips, but he shook his head. He reached out to sweep your hair out of your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. He examined your facial structure closely, and you stared into his big hazel eyes.
âTake a picture, itâll last longer,â you hummed, stifling a smile as his eyes widened in surprise. âSorry to scare you.â
âNo, Iâm sorry for staring.â He pulled his hand away, your skin immediately missing his frigid fingers.
You murmured a quiet assurance to him, holding the eye contact for a moment. A moment of adoration.
âCan we?â he vaguely proposed.
âWhat?â
âCan we cuddle?â He breathed out a shaky breath, opening his mouth to object to his own proposal, but you cut him off before he could.
âIâd like that, if youâre truly comfortable with it.âYou closed the space between you two, and you felt Spencer wrap his arm around you, gently lifting you up, some of your weight resting on him.
You two lay like that for a while, his hand encircling your waist, his index finger sketching obscure shapes on your clothes abdomen. You were half asleep, his melodic breaths lulling you to sleep. Your face in his neck, you could feel his pulse against your lips. It was clearly intimate, but you could tell he had no intent to try to initiate anything further. He made you feel safe.
âGood night,â he murmured as he felt your eyelashes flutter shut against his neck. You reiterated it lazily, more of a hum than anything. He simply smiled, pressing a kiss to your scalp as you dozed off.
But you felt it.
This was the first time youâd genuinely been affected by his presence, or lack of it. You walked in, and there was no cup of coffee on your desk. It was disheartening, truly, because the cup of coffee was the greatest reminder of his presence and how much he began to care about you.
âSomeoneâs missing Reid.â Emily chuckled as she watched the coffee drip into the pot. There was enough for her, but she waited until there was enough for both of you to get a cup, stalling for time to talk.
You turned to her as a look of curiosity painted your face. Then you noticed his personalized mug was gone too. âWho?â
âYou, newbie.â Though the term was reserved for Luke, Emily still used it for you because you were fairly new.
That obvious?
âWell, of course I do! Heâs a valuable asset to the team. It only makes sense to miss his presence,â you explained, an odd defensiveness in your tone.
Emily hid her smirk and simply nodded, agreeing with you. She poured coffee into her mug, leaving just enough for you.
You were still dumbfounded by the fact that she drank her coffee black and the fact that you were not discreet at all.
So, youâd spend the next month evidently pining.
Or so you thought.
âSo, how are you settling in without me?â you teased over the phone, standing near the toaster, making sure your toast didnât get too dark.
âNot too well, I think this feeling is called yearning,â Spencer exaggerated, setting up for early morning lectures.
âHm, ditto.â You jumped a bit as the toast popped up without warningâof courseâhaving been immersed in the conversation with Spencer. âYou could always visit me, or vice versa,â you proposed.
There was silence for longer than you would've liked, but you gave him a moment to think.
âIâd like that⊠to visit you, I mean. My apartment isn't the most organized,â he agreed, a quiet chuckle exiting his lips.
âItâs a date!â You beamed as you placed your toast onto a plate. The sun shone through your opened curtains, casting a light onto your dining table.
âGreat. Iâll see you tonight.â And with that being the end, you noticed that you two were talking for half an hour.
You would have never guessed that one day, you would be cuddled up with your coworker who you were certain hated you. On your couch, in his Caltech sweatshirt that he generously offered you for no reason, and he was only wearing, what was before, a matching shirt that was slightly tight on his new muscles.
In this moment you knew thatâyou didnât have to guess itâbut you didnât know how his lips ended up clashing with yours, ignoring whatever movie you were watching, captured in this random makeout session. And he kissed you with love, like he feared he would never be able to do it again.
Spencer pulled away hesitantly. âIâm sorry, the movieââ
âNo, itâs okay. The movie can wait.â He immediately nodded in agreement as you pulled him back in. His hand on your stomach unhurriedly pushed you down onto the couch, your head held up by the armrest.
He sat in between your legs, his kisses beginning to trail down your neck, and soon, that sweatshirt he gave you was long gone, and everything else.
Nothing about him surprised you, especially not how gentle he was. It was basically expected.
As stated before, Spencer never surprised you much since the second you learned he was a genius. He knew how to do most everything, but you didnât imagine that he knew how to treat a woman so greatly.
âDo you feel okay?â he murmured, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.
All you could do was nod, your eyes slowly opening and closing. You could feel a cloth cleaning you gently; it was relieving, just like the touch of his lips to your skin.
âHave I said it yet?â
âSaid what?â
âThat I love you,â you hummed, you could faintly see him shaking his head.
âNo, but I know, and I love you too,â he said it casually, as if heâd said it a million times already. âAnd I canât exaggerate how much I mean it.â
You reached up to swat his hair away from his face, his big hazel eyes visible to you now. Your eyes trailed down to the marks on his neck, you grimaced. âDo you have to teach tomorrow?â
âI donât⊠have to. I can spend tomorrow with you.â
Your eyes were busy trailing downward, and then you felt perverse, so you redirected your vision to his eyes. âWork,â you complained, sitting upright.
âRight.â He sighed. When he was on sabbatical leave, he tried his best to forget about work, and you most definitely helped. âSo this is fraternization, isnât it?â
You shook your head, pulling him down onto you once more. âNot if no one knows.â You hummed as you watched the sun peek through the blinds, shining onto Spencerâs face, which reminded you how lateâor earlyâyou guys had been up.
Till the first day of spring, you could say.
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