#they both reach smitten so fast with one another it's insane | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

redbleedingrose · 1 year

Text

Lucien x Fem!Reader NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only, MDNI!!!!! Minors look away frl!!! This is pure filth!

Masterlist

A/N: What a huge sigh of relief that my tags are officially working again. The stress of it all was insane and like I mentioned before, it was super disheartening. I appreciate every single one of you who has been patient and so kind throughout this whole process of me getting to know/explore/post on tumblr. As always, I appreciate all the likes, comments, and reblogs! The interaction means so much to me, and I absolutely adore each and every one of you! Remember to take a sip of water, eat something nutritious, and take your meds! My asks are always open if you ever need someone to talk to! 🥰

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Lucien and you are such cuddlers after sex, practically clinging to each other, and pressing soft kisses into each others skin wherever you can reach.

You both kind of just like to take some time together in the silence of the night, with the trees rustling in the wind, and come down from your highs in peace.

You both don’t say much, but honestly, not much needs to be said. Your love for each other, your appreciation for each other, your adoration for one another is felt in the moments you share during sex and after sex as you press against each other in a tight embrace.

Lucien just likes to take time and admire you in the moonlight, taking in every dip and curve that is your body, thumbing the stretch marks, and brushing his hand from your hip to waist and back down again.

You fall asleep holding each other, and part of the aftercare process continues in the morning when he brings you pastries and breakfast sandwiches from your favorite bakery that is nearby, and runs you a bath while you eat.

Usually the bath is where you discuss anything you really liked or disliked from the night prior, and if there are any changes that you want to make and also listen to any of his input (though it's usually just him telling you how perfect you are)

If it is a morning after you were dominant, then of course, you are making him homemade breakfast followed with a warm bath and some cuddles. Making sure the male is hydrated and asking him for his feedback.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think Lucien loves your face, the way it is structured, your smile “Gods your lips, honey, your fucking lips”, the shape and color of your eyes, the small wrinkles that appear at the corner of your eyes as you beam at him, the way your entire face lights up when you laugh, the way your eyebrows arch in indignation at his teasing, the way your lips lift up into a smug smirk whenever you tease him, the way the apples of your cheek flush at his compliments. Lucien can and will stare at you with any chance that he gets, and is often teased by everyone around him because he makes it so painfully obvious how smitten he is.

Lucien’s back muscles are so fucking defined, you have no words. Any time his shirt comes off, so do your panties tbh. I think you realize that Lucien is an extremely powerful male, but chooses diplomacy and kindness as a weapon compared to strength and anger, and maybe that is something that he grew to learn with Beron as a father. It is a major turn on that he is just a good male at heart. Someone who values peace and choice, rather than any sort of force or anger. And lets be honest, his back muscles showcase the youngest Vanserra is fucking ripped, and he could lift you up and carry you with ease. (and then toss you into bed before ravishing you)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Mother above, when Lucien cums, he is spilling out a hot thick load fast, and it is almost never ending. The male will cum on you, in you, wherever you want he is not too picky. But let me just say, when he cums in you, Gods, your orgasm just keeps going because of the sensation of his hot load filling you.

Also Lucien loves when you cum on his tongue, you are either cuming on his tongue or cock. Rarely does he let you finish on his fingers, and when he does, his fingers jump straight into his mouth where he can suck and lick off your juices.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You and Lucien are filthy for each other mother above help you cuz you both are going to hell

He really loves when you spit into his mouth, especially when you are riding him and you grip his jaw forcing it open staring into his eyes as you spit.

Once… you were sitting across from Morr discussing gods know what because you don’t even remember now… this male… this fucking male walks up behind you all smooth and easy with a dirty smirk and eyes glinting with lust… he doesn’t say a single word… he just slides his hand around your throat and tilts your head up, one finger sliding up to pull your chin open… in the middle of your conversation with Morr mind you… and fuCKING SPITS INTO YOUR MOUTH… AND THEN WINKS AT YOU BEFORE SAUNTERING AWAY WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING…

Poor Morr, the woman was too stunned to speak

And so were you

Like you literally just brought your head down to face Morr again and it was beet red… AND THEN YOU SWALLOWED IT

Anyways, it was a spiritual journey for you and Lucien that night, you both saw the heavens during your climaxes.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Lucien is a very experienced male, he definitely has had sex with both men and women. He knows what he is doing, and he knows what he likes and dislikes, and he is not afraid to be open about it.

Given he is experienced… Lucien once made you cum on his tongue in 23 seconds… he counted…

Safe to say, you never walk away from the male with no less than 6 orgasms…

mother save your pussy

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lucien really likes to take you against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist. There is just a deep penetration there that allows for him to hit all the right spots with every thrust, and for him, the look on your face as your eyes glaze over, cheeks flush, lips part with your tongue slipping out looking a bit cockdrunk is a major turn on for him.

And yes he does spit on your tongue and into your mouth… “Swallow f’me honey.” he whispers in such a soft smug filthy voice…

And yes he does put a hand around your throat to feel it bob as you swallow

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think Lucien tends to be pretty goofy during sex unlike our Illyrian males or autumn heir. Lucien, at his heart and very core, is a good, kind, easy going male.

And that translates into his love making. He is obviously serious in some moments, especially when it comes to teasing you and the foreplay, but he is not afraid to share a giggle with you here and there if you break character

And it makes things so easy going in your relationship and during sex, because it reminds you that at the end of the day, this is for both of you to enjoy and find intimacy in each other.

All in all, he is not afraid to tell a joke while he is pounding into you… his raspy laugh is… well… lets just say it is the sexiest sound you have ever heard and yes you have absolutely cum to the sound alone.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Lucien does trim, but he does not shave down there. He likes his happy trail and so do you.

The carpet does match the drapes ;)

Lucien is also the kind of male to prefer you all natural baby, but he does not care whether you choose to shave or not, he will always be willing to go to town with you.

Hair is just not a big concern for him, and it isn’t for you either.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Man… Lucien is a fucking romantic.

One moment, he is railing into you trying to break your back on his cock, and the next he is moving into a slow sensual rhythm, grinding into you and whispering how much he loves you.

I like to think that Lucien gets extremely emotional at the thought of you, at the thought of having you, at the thought of loving you, and at the thought of you reciprocating any feelings towards him.

The poor male suffered enough with Jesminda’s death, and sometimes, it is overwhelming for him to think that he was able to move on. I think it is terrifying for him because he comes to the realization whenever you are with him, and whenever you are so close to him, that you could be taken away at a moments notice… and he doesn’t think he would survive it

So he is making sure you know, at the end of every orgasm between you, “I love you and I can’t live without you. I just can’t,” while tears begin to brim his reddened eyes, “Please. Please honey. Don’t ever leave me.” It comes out in a heartbreaking whisper as you pull him closer to you, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as he continues to gyrate into you, and sliding your arms around his neck to bring his head down to yours, “I promise Luc, I am never leaving you.”

Def one of his subby moments

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think it depends on where you are to be honest. Lucien is constantly craving you, your body, your orgasms and if he isn’t around you, then he will absolutely be fisting his cock thinking about tonguing your cunt.

You also really enjoy mutual masturbation, it is an amazing method of foreplay and the thought of Lucien watching you with hunger in his eyes, unable to touch you as you finger yourself… it's unmatched.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lucien is a switch and you cannot convince me otherwise. He is dominant most of the time, but there are times when he just needs you to take control and show him how much you adore and need him.

Spitting… I have nothing else to say your honor… except…

Once he was eating you out and he spit on your pussy and you immediately came, crossing your shaking thighs and trapping his head between them so fast… in which he proceeded to overstimulate you.

Anyway, overstimulation is another kink of his

Choking - this comes pretty hand in hand with the spitting kink to be honest, he just loves the sensation of feeling your throat bob as you swallow, and your panties are soaked from the control this male has over you.

Hair pulling… this male has the longest most luscious locks, you can’t tell me he doesn’t like the occasional tug in his hair that is trying to pull his head closer to your cunt as he is eating you out.

Begging and edging!!! He loves having you all desperate and crying out for him to touch you in any way. I think it is definitely a confidence booster for him, but also this huge reassurance that you crave him just as much as he craves and desires you. So it absolutely goes both ways.

Sprinkling in a little humiliation and degradation… that time he spit into your mouth while Morr was sitting right across from you… while you were in the middle of a conversation… say less.

But it's also the way he croaks out a laugh at you begging for his spit while he fucks you into oblivion, “What a cockdrunk slut you are begging for my spit, huh honey? My cockdrunk slut.”

Instant orgasm

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I think Lucien likes to take you anywhere where you can find privacy: the bar bathroom bent over the sink, the sauna in the spa he took you to for vacation, on every surface of your house, literally anywhere where there are no prying eyes.

What I mean to say is there is no specific favorite place because he just wants you whenever he can have you.

This male is feral for you, but is also willing to protect you with his life. And is also very possessive, and is also prone to getting jealous of both males and females that turn their gaze towards you. maybe in slight part because he fears that one day you will leave him for another (though he would never admit it).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You are a tease. An absolute menace when it comes to Lucien. The poor male is constantly dealing with your games, but oh do you love to play them. Because the reward is always worth it.

And so is the punishment

You only need to whisper some dirty remark into his ear, and the male is done for.

Now sometimes, you get him going completely unintentionally, and these are the times where he is desperate to prove himself to you. Anytime you unintentionally make him jealous by laughing at something Cassian says or giving any male the slightest bit of attention, poor baby Lucien is trying to drag you away to make you forget about any other male.

These are the nights he needs you to take over… the nights he needs you to control him and tell him what to do. The nights you edge him and make him beg to cum. The nights that you overstimulate him, and leave him basking in a warm afterglow from all your need and love for him being poured into his soul.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Lucien is not willing to share you in any capacity. Your body is his and his body is yours. He is also not willing to share himself in any capacity.

Lucien does like to beg, but I think he has a limit there. There is a fine line for him in what is an acceptable amount of teasing and what is too much for him… what would leave him overstimulated and not in the good way… what would leave him feeling desperate and undeserving of you. It is not a line either of you want to cross, and so you make sure to maintain good reassurance throughout with check ins during playtime.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I don’t know if I have already mentioned this, but both of you are givers in nature. I think it does depend on the mood whether or not you are on your knees for him or he is on his knees for you, but to remediate that, you use the 69 position a TON.

It is absolutely the perfect way for you both to give and receive at the same time, and the moans/groans/whimpers that both of you are making vibrates throughout your entire body and into each other's sexes.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think it starts off fast for you both… you tend to be desperate for each other at the beginning of the night

As you both continue throughout the evening, the urgency of it all decreases, but the want and need is still there and you will continue with soft, slow, and sensual sex.

Both of you take control at different points throughout the night, only reaffirming your love and want for the other.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I think when Lucien is feeling desperate for you, then you cannot do quickies because once he starts, he won't stop until you are pushing him away from the ache in your cunt.

However… you are always pushing Lucien into the other room and pulling his pants down to suck on his cock, hissing at him to “Shut your mouth Luc, only I get to hear your moans.”

The way he whimpers in response as he presses his lips together, flush rising up his neck spreading to his face and ears…

So I would like to think that you love quickies and he is impartial to them

(poor male is shaky by the time you are done with him and everyone knows what you two were up to)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Lucien is always game to experiment as long as they land within both of your boundaries. He never wants to make you feel uncomfortable, nor does he want to cross any boundaries for himself.

I mentioned how Lucien tends to be private in terms of having sex… the male is not private with his foreplay as evidence with his stunt in front of Morr.

Which he did spend the night dominating you… but I guarantee…

He was punished the next morning

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Lucien can go 5-6 rounds in a night before he needs a break, maybe a quick nap, before waking up and continuing

He can last for a while when it is foreplay and he is not inside you, but the second your warm silk walls envelope his cock, the male is done for and is rutting into you trying to find his peak.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes absolutely, for both you and him.

His favorite for himself is a butt plug → you would say you were surprised but are you really?

His favorite for you are nipple clamps… idk he loves your nipples…

Mommy kink??? It is possible…

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You both tease each other an insane amount to be honest.

It truly depends on whether he is feeling dominant or submissive in the moment, because that will determine his level and way of teasing

If he is dominant, he is openly teasing you and trying to get you aroused. He doesn’t care if you are sitting at the dinner table in front of the inner circle, he is rubbing circles into your inner thighs inching up…

If Luc is feeling subby… well he is trying to get a rise out of you so that you will drag him away to whatever corner you deem fit to punish him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lucien in private tends to be very vocal with his whimpers and moans. He has this characteristic roar whenever he cums in you, and gods does it have your cunt clenching down hard when he does

But he can also be very quiet for whenever you are feeling particularly risky and are dragging him into empty conference rooms to have your way with him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lucien has definitely had sex with Tamlin, but he always mentions to you how he didn’t really enjoy himself because he didn’t get to cum that night.

It was a one time thing, but idk… whenever Lucien brings it up (which is very rarely in all fairness) it doesn’t sit well with you

So the next time you were in spring, you pulled him into the library and sucked on his cock, and demanded he be loud (the only time you have allowed him to be loud) so that Tamlin could hear what it sounds like to actually pleasure a male.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lucien is a good 9 inches, and he is fucking thick.

He is thicker than any male mentioned in the ACOTAR series… don’t argue with me on this… yes, even thicker than Cassian

You can feel every ridge, every vein, every dip, every curve of his cock within you.

It is always an adjustment to accommodate the fullness of him, always a slight stretch at your core. It is the most delicious sensation, and gods when he starts pumping in and out, in and out, in and out????

RIP your pussy

No wonder you get cockdrunk on him

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Its pretty high, you guys will have sex and love making sessions multiple times a day. I think both of you do a good job of equally initiating sex.

Like it's not only Lucien, it is also you… it makes it very easy for him to believe you when you tell him how much you actually need him and want him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The warmth and cuddling after sex knocks poor baby Lucien out. He is usually exhausted after all is said and done, and after the aftercare portion, he is absolutely the first to fall asleep.

You continue to rub his chest or arms or back, wherever you have access to, and continue to whisper words of affirmations as he sleeps

His breathing and warmth is usually what sends you into sleep after a while of just being with his sleeping form.

#lucien acotar #lucien x reader #lucien vanserra x reader #omg tags please work #idk if you are still working #please i am begging you for the love of god

282 notes · View notes

boldlyvoid · 3 years

Text

36 Questions to Fall in Love

Summary: When Derek bets Spencer that he cant make someone fall in love with him in a week, he doesn’t expect Spencer to marry the girl the next day

warnings: strangers to lovers, blind dates, betting, talks of: drug use, drug addiction, abusive marriages, rape, sexual assault, abuse, attempted murder, mass shootings, parental death, love confessions, elopements, opposite of slow burn

word count: 8K

A/N: this is based on a request I received a while back about this article

Derek was a betting man, to say the least. He knew Spencer was from Vegas, he also knew Emily couldn’t say no to a challenge and that Rossi had enough money to burn. Betting at work was the best way to have fun when he worked there, and now he can’t stop.

“I’m not saying con a woman into loving you, I’m saying let us find a girl and let’s see if she can fall in love with you, take a week off from work and just spend time wooing her, and in a week, me or Emily will hit on her, if she turns us down for you, then you’ve won.”

Derek explained it like it was simple, and yet the mere thought of being set up with someone was horrifyingly nerve-wracking. But he got Spencer to agree… unbeknown to him that he had another bet going on the side.

You see earlier that day he was invited to Penelope’s apartment, her younger sister was moving in for a little while and they needed a big strong man to help move the boxes. And like Penelope, Y/N was really chatty and overly friendly really fast. It was like he’s always known Y/N Garcia.

She explained to Derek how hard it was in California to find good men who want someone to love them, she’s tired of guys thinking she comes on too fast, she wants someone who wants to settle and have kids and be a dad. Not a Vain narcissist who only cares about what the city can offer him.

“The last guy I went on a date with literally ran when I mentioned I read a New York Times article about 36 questions to make you fall in love… I just want a person to love? Is that really so hard?”

A lightbulb goes off in Derek’s mind, and Penelope almost reads it.

“Spencer.” They both reply with the same cheeky grin.

“I bet you, you could be as insane as you say you are and he’d still be in love with you by the end of the week.” Derek teases, and the way she smiles shows just how interested she is.

—

Woo her.

The words have rattled around in his brain every second of every moment since Derek said he found a girl for him.

She was free on Saturday, all Spencer had to do was tell Derek where she should meet him and all Penelope had to do was not mention to Spencer that she had a sister, it was up to Y/N when Spencer learned that fact.

She’s already there at the restaurant when he arrives, he’s not sure what he was expecting when Derek said he found the perfect girl but it wasn’t this. He was thinking it was going to be a joke, that either no one would show or Derek was hooking him up with some hot blonde who was way out of his league.

She was beautiful in a nice dress, her makeup was stunning and she looked so content sitting there, waiting for him. Starring her ice water with a straw, she wasn’t paying any attention to the room, she barely knew he was there.

“Hi?” He said softly, not wanting to startle her.

“Hi,” she beamed up at him, that same unsure look on her face. Neither of them was expecting anything from the other, but they were pleasantly surprised.

“Spencer Reid,” he says, actually extending a hand to shake her’s because it’s the chivalrous thing to do.

She reaches out her hand, watching him take it and kiss her knuckle softly, she’s so surprised. “Oh, um, Y/N Garcia,” she whispers the name and his eyes go wide.

“Garcia?” He panics a little, sitting down in the booth and facing her as her face drops at his reaction.

“Did he not tell you I’m Penelope’s sister? I knew Derek was up to something,” she looked like it was all too good to be true, upset almost.

“He didn’t, he probably wanted you to tell me, I mean this all so we can get to know each other,” Spencer shrugs it off, interested in seeing why Derek picked her of all people.

“I guess,” she smiled again, “so what do you do?”

“I work with Penelope, I specialize more in psycho-linguistics and geographical profiling.”

She nods in approval, “I’m a high school English teacher.”

Spencer laughs lightly, “what’s that like?”

“Interesting to say the least, especially in California. Every kid there wants to be on TikTok, no one cares about reading any of the books I ask them too,” she just shakes her head. “I’m worried about the next generation.”

“Me too, it’s almost alarming how many kids are unsubs,” he agrees. She’s so easy to talk to, he’s suddenly not nervous anymore and the waiter is coming to take their order.

He never even opened the menu, “what looks good?” He asks Y/N, nervous and she can tell.

“I think I’m going to have the lobster, let’s go all out?” She shrugged again, both of them feeling more adventurous than normal.

“I’ll have that as well,” Spencer smiled, keeping eye contact with only her as she handed the menus back to him.

They ordered sides and appetizers, stuffed mushrooms and fresh bread, it was amazing. They traded small facts about each other, Spencer noticed a lot of Penelope’s quirks in her, she was very friendly and kind and funny. She loved to tease him and make him laugh, his stomach hurt by the time their lobsters came out.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admits, putting on her bib and holding the claw cracker in one hand.

“Neither have I, but I think it’s fairly simple you just need to apply the correct amount of pressure,” he demonstrates by picking up the crustacean and cracking it at its weakest point before twisting it open.

He’s surprised he did it, so is she as she copies is movements and struggles a bit. “You got it, come on,” he encourages her as she squeezed so hard her hands shake but the shell does eventually crack.

She smiles like she just won the science fair, overly proud as they stare at each other. Enamoured already by just how cute the other was.

“So, what do you do for fun outside being a fed?” She teases between bites.

“I like to spend my time finding new things, I tend to go to the same spots often but I’m always looking for new places. I like the theatre, the old cemetery is nice, I’m excited for the new phantasmagoria to open this fall,” he explains all his interests as he cracks away at his dinner. “I just like to try and appreciate what’s out there, after everything I see.”

“That’s really nice, I’ve always wanted to go to a phantasmagoria actually, science magic is the best kind of magic,” she says it like it’s nothing, almost embarrassed by the interest.

“Me too, I love magic,” Spencer lights up, “I can actually do some magic, hold on.”

He digs his NA chip out of his pocket, showing it to her quickly before making it disappear and reappear behind her ear and she was so smitten, “how the heck?” She asked as she reached for her own ear, shocked at the fact he could do it.

“Do you always keep a coin on you for that?”

He thinks about it for a second, not knowing if he should tell her or not. “No, I keep this on me for support.”

He places it on the table, she picks it up instead and inspects it carefully, “2 years is a really long time, I’m really proud of you.”

He feels like he falls in love with her in that moment, she places the chip back in his hand and smiles, “it’s not easy to admit nor recover from, it’s something you should be really proud of Spencer.”

“Thank you,” he blushes, “um, is there anything else you want to know about me?”

She bites the inside of her lip as she thinks, “actually I was reading an article the other day that said there are a list of personal questions you can ask someone and by the end of all of them you should be in love with the person.”

He thought it was a good opportunity to take a sip of water, upon hearing the word love he realizes it was a mistake. He chokes lightly, coughing as he puts the glass back down and apologizes.

“Love?” He repeats the word.

“I’m going to be real honest here Spencer, I don’t date to get my heartbroken, I date to find my life partner so if you’re not interested in marriage or kids one day tell me now,” she’s very stern about it and he can tell she’s gotten her hopes up and heart broken before.

“I want that too, I just didn’t expect you to be so upfront about it,” he’s honest, because clearly that’s what she wants from him. “What was on the question list?”

“Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” She asks, remembering the questions easily.

“Wow,” he takes a moment to think about it, “alive or dead?”

“Sure, why not,” she shrugs.

“Probably biological Eve,” he comes to the decision rather quickly. “I’ve always been fascinated with the fact all humans can be traced back to one single women. I’m sure she was amazing, it must have been so interesting being the first women on earth.”

“That is the coolest answer anyone has ever given me,” she smiles, “I think I’d be boring and have dinner with Julia Roberts.”

“She’s a very talented actress,” he smiles, recognizing the name from Penelope’s movie nights. “Um, I have an eidetic memory, do you have the list I can just read it once and then we can spit it back and forth easily.”

She looks at him with wide eyes and a growing smile, “yeah hold on.” She takes out her cellphone and pulls up the article before handing it to him.

He reads it quickly and then hands it right back, she was amazed, surely it was a joke? “Would I like to be famous?” He repeats the next question to himself.

“No,” he’s very certain. “I’ve had some encounters with psychopaths who think they are my biggest fans, perfect match or my only rival, and it’s not fun. I’m sure being adored is lovely, but I don’t like the attention if it’s not from a good place.”

“So you want praise but you don’t want a stalker?” She dumbs it down slightly with a smile, “I definitely don’t want to be famous because I don’t like other peoples opinions about me.”

“That’s incredibly fair.”

“Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say?” She asks the next one.

“If it’s for work or my mother, yes,” he answers it completely honestly. “I prefer not to make phone calls, so when I have to make them I typically spend the day before panicking.”

She smiles, “well, if you ever need someone to call tech support and pretend to be you, I am really good on the phone.”

“Like Penelope?”

She nods, “we spent a lot of time talking on the phone when she moved to Virginia for your team.”

“That must have been really hard, I’m surprised she hasn’t mentioned you yet?”

“I’m not really her sister,” she smiles, “I wish I was. I met her during a really abusive relationship and I didn’t feel close to my parents anymore, so my old name didn’t feel right either. Penelope and her brothers were the closest thing I had to family, so I took their name after my divorce.”

“That’s beautiful,” his smile is so soft, she wonders if he feels the same about Penelope.

“What do you consider a perfect day?” She moves on before she can pry into his personal life further, just to pry into his personal life further— in another direction.

“Nobody dies.”

“Even the bad guys?” She squints as she asks it, wondering if that was an appropriate topic for the first date.

“I’m not a fan of the prison system, and I’m really not a very big fan of suicide by cop, let alone lethal injection,” he explained. “Just because you’re a murderer or a psychopath doesn’t mean you have to die too, there is rehabilitation and a way to keep them sane and alive while keeping people safe. I just hate when people die.”

“Me too,” her smile is sad, “my perfect day would be having my parents back, I’d like to show them my degree and go out for ice cream and give them another hug.”

“We should have our perfect days back to back,” his voice is low, he was nervous to say it. “Cause then once you bring them back, I stop people from dying and they can stay forever.”

He sees her heartbreak as the tears well in her eyes, “that would be nice.”

“Um,” he clears his throat and then takes a sip of water. “When was the last time you sang to yourself, or someone else?”

“I was singing in the car on the way here,” she smiles with a sniffle, “I sing a lot actually. I’m always humming or tapping as well, if my mind is wandering then it has to make some kind of noise.”

“What is your favourite thing to hum?” He can’t stop himself from asking it, “I personally do the muppets, duh duh nanana, manamanah.”

She laughs again, and a tear slips out as her eyes close. She hurries to wipe it away, “I often find myself doing the teletubbies song, you know; ‘Tinky-Winky, Dipsy,’” she sings the words before humming the tune to match.

“That’s a good one too,” Spencer is really enthusiastic suddenly, the way he would be with Penelope. He was really comfortable. “If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?”

“Mind, because that’s how you keep a good body. If I can keep the strength and willpower to get up in the mornings and go to work and remember why I love being alive, I’ll be young forever,” she answers like it’s rehearsed.

“I was going to say I’d want my mind too, but the way you said it is a lot more elegant,” he teases. “My mom has Alzheimer's, you were honest about wanting kids and you should know that's genetic. I can also pass on schizophrenia and any other mental illness, like depression, bipolar disorder and most definitely anxiety—

“Spencer,” she reaches across the table for his hand, “breathe, that’s not scary to me. My grandma had it too, I’m not optimal gene-wise either.”

He takes a deep breath, “Sorry.”

“It makes you real to react like that, I don’t mind seeing that side of you. Fake strong men and men who compensate are the worst, in my opinion.”

“Mine too,” he agrees. “I am an anxious worrier, I barely sleep, I’m terrified of the dark, I have PTSD nightmares about my short stay in prison, and I cry a lot when I’m alone.”

“It was a mistake clearly? The prison stay, that is.”

“Yeah,” he nods, moving to the next question. “Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?”

She laughs through her nose at the switch topic change, “well until I was 19 I thought my husband was going to kill me, then I thought maybe it would be myself, now I’m content dying in my sleep when I'm old.”

“It is ever-changing,” he agrees. “I have died before.”

“What did it feel like?”

She doesn’t ask how, she knows he was sober, she knows he’s been to prison, she knows he’s an agent. It wasn’t a surprise. Penelope even almost died once before, it was an unfortunate part of the job.

“Warm.”

“Like soothing warm, like drinking a hot chocolate, or that uncomfortable warm like being in a hot car?”

“Like a hug.”

Her lips purse, she hums a bit. “Yeah, my answer stays the same.”

“Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.”

“You like to learn,” she smiles again. “You enjoy the mysteries and the horribleness of the world because it keeps you grounded. You love your mom.”

“We love Penelope, our hearts have similar scars, life has been mean to us for no reason,” he adds 3 more for good measure.

“What are you grateful for in life?” She asks the next question.

“I’ve never said this before,” he prefaces, “but found family. If it wasn’t for my team, no matter who was coming and going over the years, anyone who has had my back. Anyone who loves me in any capacity. That’s what I’m grateful for.”

“We’re not even through the first set of questions and I can see why everyone loves you,” she admits. Moving far too fast, doing exactly what Derek wanted from her.

To scare him and see if he still stays.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Spencer stops the questions, “I can’t continue if I can’t tell you this.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Derek and Emily bet me $20 that I couldn’t get someone to fall in love with me, he wanted to set this up and then hit on you in a week and see if you picked me over him, and it feels like a really shitty thing to do to you. It’s making me feel like you’re an object more than a person and I feel really bad about it.”

She just laughs and he has no idea why. “He bet me that I could be as insane as I am with most of my dates and you’d still want to stay with me after a week.”

“You’re not mad?” He worries, by passing her words and the implications of it all.

“No, did you truly mean how you feel?”

“Yes…”

“Then I accept your apology, you’re really kind Spencer. I believe you when you speak, I trust you,” she explains her reasoning and he settles once more. “You’re the most real man I’ve ever met, I think.”

“Thank you,” he smiles again, reaching out for her hand once more, “do you want to finish these questions?”

“Not really,” she smirks, “I think they were wrong about all 35 of them making you fall in love with someone.”

“How so?”

“It only took me 9.”

It’s so absurd they start to laugh, making eye contact, they feel delirious. His hand in hers, she squeezes it lightly and he never wants to let it go.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Sure, did you drive?” She asks.

“No, I walked over.”

She gets up from the table and takes his hand once more, “well, are we going to mine or yours?”

“Are you living with Penelope?”

“Yours it is then,” she teases, bumping his shoulder. This was going to be fun.

Spencer pays for their meal and meets her out front, he gets in her passenger seat and gives her the directions. “Do you want to finish the questions on the drive?” He asks.

“Hmm, well, 11 is a long one, if you want to start telling me your life story in graphic detail? Or we can jump to 12 and you can tell me what super ability you’d like to wake up with?”

“Have you ever watched star trek?”

She’s not expecting that, it makes her take a double-take, she laughs lightly, “Yeah, why?”

“Deanna Troi can sense peoples emotions, I think that would really help with my job,” he explains it easily. “And in times like this.”

“I can just tell you,” she offers, pulling into his apartment complex, she can tell why he walked.

“You don’t have to yet, let it simmer,” he smiles softly, he’s not ready for her to make a decision like loving him when she really doesn’t know everything yet. “Come inside?”

She nods, getting out and taking his hand again for the walk inside. His house is green, and it makes sense. There are door wooden bookshelves and the distant smell of old books and spilled coffee, it’s dusty and old and very Spencer.

“Can I tell you some of my story?” She asks as she kicks her shoes off.

“Absolutely,” he follows her lead, “do you want anything, wine, water?”

“Wine would be nice,” she smiles, following him to the kitchen, “you know my favourite place to talk to someone is in the kitchen.”

“Why?”

“It's the heart of the house,” she smiles slightly, “that's what my mom used to say. This is where all the love happens.”

He loves her and he knows it already, she makes him happy and calm and if she’s in the heart of his house she might as well know all of his own heart.

“I was born in Vegas,” Spencer admits, pushing his life story past his lips before she can stop him or else he wouldn’t.

“My mom was a professor, my dad is an attorney, I have always been really smart and not so athletic, I enjoy chess and reading and I had big thick glasses as a child. My mom participated in a murder and my dad covered it up and that ruined their marriage but they blamed it on her schizophrenia when he left. And then I was left to raise her when she was supposed to be raising me. I cared for her until I turned 13, I left her during the weeks and my aunt would make sure she was okay and I would travel back and forth from CalTech and Vegas on the weekends.”

She can see the exhaustion on his face at just remembering it.

“I got my licence at 16, and then I took her car and it was easier. When I was 18 I put her in a sanatarium and sold her house and took a road trip with my friend to Virginia to go to the academy. He didn’t like it after a week and asked me to go with him to New Orleans and I didn’t— I met my mentor and joined the BAU instead. I was kidnapped and drugged by a man with DID… I died and then his personality switched and Tobias brought me back. I had an addiction to Dilaudid for a few months after, then I got sober after visiting Ethan in New Orleans.”

“Was he good to you?”

“Wonderful,” he smiles, “he was my shoulder to cry on for a long time and I didn’t realize how much I needed him in my recovery until we got a case and I had a reason to see him. I missed a plane and ignored my friends to just be with him. He’s the reason I got clean, not anything else… he told me that I was too special to hate myself, and he was right.”

“He was,” she smiles. “He sounds lovely.”

“And then, the first time I saw my mom after putting her in the sanatarium was because she told parts of our case to a man who lost his daughter, and he did a lot of messed up stuff… like he shot my co-worker. She was another special person to me—“

“I’m so sorry.”

He smiles, “she lived, don’t worry. I loved Elle, she was amazing but the bureau didn’t see that. She was a broken toy to them, we all become one eventually. I miss her a lot.”

She walks into his space and wraps her arms around him, giving him a hug as he rests against the counter, she makes no attempt to move back. Holding him in the heart of the house, close to her own. He holds her back just as tight.

“Maeve, she was another person I loved who got shot, she died. I see her sometimes when I sleep, she visits me when I’m in the most need. I’ll always love her, but she’s gone. The only other woman who claims to have loved me was a psychopath who is dead now too, she framed me for murder, had me drugged, kidnapped my mother and the list goes on and it’s not pretty. In prison she had a lot of bad things happen to me, I have scars that will never heal and a part of me was lost but I’m okay now.”

They have a moment of silence in the middle of their stories, she absorbs it while preparing her own, rubbing his back as her cheek stays pressed to his chest.

“I was born in California, my parents were high school sweethearts, they made me at prom. Learned that from the scrapbooks,” she laughs against his chest, “they were great and then they died when I was 14, it was a mass shooting at a mall, and I went to a foster home. I married the oldest son in the home after he groomed me for a few years… I met Penelope when I was 20 and she helped me get divorced and back on my feet and her brothers protected me.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry you relate to loss.”

“It's the one thing that unites us all, really,” Spencer’s voice is barely a whisper. “When you think about it, we’re all born and we all die, the only difference is how we fill the middle.”

They never get to that bottle of wine he mentioned, she pulls back and asks the next question as she drags him to his bedroom. “If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future, or anything else, what would you want to know?”

“If I get to have kids.”

She drags him into the room and closes the door, “that was going to be my answer.”

“Is there something that you've dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven't you done it?” He asks as she starts to take her clothes off.

“Sleep beside the love of my life.”

“I’ve never woken up beside the love of my life,” he replies with a soft smile and follows suit, getting undressed down to their underwear before climbing in bed.

“Greatest accomplishment?” She asks as they settle in, laying her cheek on his chest once more.

He takes a moment to think of everything he’s done that has been good, and one really stands out. “there was a case a few years back, we found a bunch of kids who went missing and returned them to their families and gave answers to the families of children who didn’t make it. Days like that feel like a reward.”

“Getting divorced,” she pushes the words out quickly.

“Most valued friendship?” He asks, knowing she doesn’t need to explain herself.

“Penelope.”

“Derek.”

“Most treasured memory?”

“When JJ placed her son in my arms and told me I was his godfather,” his voice is hushed and she knows it’s because he doesn’t want to cry. “It's the closest I’ve gotten to being a father so far.”

“I got an end of the year present when I was first starting out, this girl told me that I was the reason she enjoyed reading again and it was the reason I started teaching, I’ll never forget her. Tammy Brownlee, she graduated in 2009 and we’ve been Facebook friends ever since.”

“Most terrible memory?”

“My parents dying.”

“You’d think mine would be dying right?” He asked, she nodded against his chest, “it was actually being held down by 3 men, getting a sock shoved in my mouth while they beat me.”

She kissed his chest softly, “I’m sorry, I know that feeling. Mind you, he was only 1 man, it’s not a good feeling.”

“If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?”

“If it’s definite; not like a chance or a cancer statistic, if it’s like this is the day you die no ifs and's or butts, then I’d just continue as normal and have 1 really awesome day right before,” she smiles against him. “Make the most of it all.”

“If I was dying a year today, I’d ask you to marry me.”

“Already?” She laughs, thinking he’s kidding.

“You want a nice husband and a kid? I will be good for you as long as I know you, and I’ll have as many kids as you want me to help you make.”

She’s silent as she thinks about it. “What does friendship mean to you?”

“Someone who is there for you even when they don’t want to be, even when it’s hard,” Spencer whispers, thinking about his friends.

“It means hacking the government and voiding a marriage and changing someone's name so they can escape,” Y/N whispers. “don’t tell the feds she did that too.”

“What roles do love and affection play in your life?”

“I crave it and hardly receive it, but I give it out like it’s a sample at costco,” she snickers at the example she gave. “It’s something that people have always admired about me and yet it’s also the thing that scares people away. When I love, I love hard and it’s full and annoying and you will feel suffocated sometimes, but just tell me when and I’ll back off.”

“I don’t know how to ask for what I need,” Spencer whispers. “But I need someone to love me like that.”

“The next one is to alternate 5 good things about each other,” she rests her chin on her hand as she looks up at his face in the darkness, “soft.”

He pauses for a moment, bypassing the easiest one and saying pretty, instead, he says; “you’re honest.”

“You’re very caring,” she replies.

“You see beauty in the world still.”

She smiles at that one, “you make the world beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.”

“And you’re handsome, that’s my 4th,” she keeps track in her head.

“You’re true, to your heart, your promises, everything.”

“And you’re real, you see the world for what it is and you don’t try to change it for the better. You want to make it manageable,” her explanation is the longest one yet. “Was your childhood happy, and do you feel close with your family still?”

“I write to my mom every single day and I drop the notes off weekly, and no,” he doesn’t want to cry, but he feels like he might again. “It was liveable, I made it.”

“Mine was happy until I was 14, then I was alone, I have 1 living aunt and she is strange but I get a card from her every Christmas,” Y/N adds. “I’d like to think your lack of love and my need to fill the world with what I miss from my parents will make a really good family dynamic.”

“Me too.”

“How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?” She asks, “I think I know already, but it’s the next one.”

“She hit me a few years ago because I made her take some medicine, she hit me once when I was a kid too…” he whispers them so that they stay a secret, if they can’t be heard else where then they don’t exist in his mind. “She was a wonderful mother but the worst memories stick out the most now. She’s forgetting everything and all I can remember is how hard it’s been on me, like a bad son.”

“My mom was my best friend, and I still talk to her every day, I bring her and my dad around with me in my necklace,” she pulls the chain on her neck and shows him the little jar. “Mom, Dad, this is Spencer. Spencer, this is my mom and dad.”

He holds it in his hand and tips it gently, “nice to meet you.”

“The next one is weird,” she changed the topic again.

“Make three true "we" statements each. For instance, "We are both in this room feeling…" Spencer says it verbatim. “We are both feeling understood.”

“We are both hopeful.”

“We are both falling in love,” Spencer ends the feelings with the most prominent one.

“We are,” she agrees with another smile.

“Finish this,” he insists on moving forward, “I wish I had someone I could share…”

“The rest of my life with,” she whispers this time. “If we become besties, what’s something I should know?”

“I think I’ve told you all the important stuff so far,” Spencer thinks hard, pausing for a moment. “My butt is ticklish?”

It makes her giggle, “that is a good one. My sides and the bottom of my feet are ticklish too.”

“Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you've just met,” Spencer reads the question back from memory, “don’t be afraid to be too honest.”

“I like that you know how I feel but I hate that you’ve been hurt. I like how you listen to me, and I really like how comfortable you make me feel. I’m almost naked in your bed right now and I know you’d never, ever hurt me, and I haven’t felt that in a really long time.”

“I like that you are indulging me in the dream of becoming a husband and a dad one day… most people say it’ll happen but they never picture it. No one has ever said yeah id have your kids. I like that you know what you want and you’re actively looking for it.”

She moves up so she can hold his face in her hands, “only 7 more. Is it working?”

He nods, “my most embarrassing moment is the time I had a wet dream on the work jet.”

She laughs and then covers her mouth in panic, “I’m sorry that’s not funny.”

“It is, it’s fine,” he smiles. “I was dreaming about kissing this actress we helped, she actually did kiss me in the pool, so I guess it was bound to happen.”

She leans in and presses her lips against his, holding his cheeks in her hands his wrap around her waist as he holds her there. She peppers smaller kisses to his lips before pulling back, “we both cried in front of each other already today, so next question.”

“Tell me what you like about me already?”

Her hands trail his chest and down towards his boxers, he’s hard again from just kissing and she smirks, “this is promising.”

His hand on her back unclips her bra, “I love boobs, not even going to lie. They are my weakness.”

She pushes the straps down and tosses her bra aside, pressing her naked chest against his, she moves on. “What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?”

“Being called insane, saying I'm seeing things, or acting crazy, those are things I don’t like to be told because they make my anxiety worse.”

“Noted,” she smiles. “I talk to myself a lot so get ready for that.”

“Okay,” he smiles, she’s way too easy to be real.

“I don’t want to mention my last husband from here on out, I think if I get married again I will never tell anyone I have a first husband,” she’s firm in her words.

“Technically, Y/N Garcia has never had a husband,” he reminds her.

Her face lights up at the realization, “you’re right.”

“If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven't you told them yet?” Spencer asks.

“I regret not screaming at my ex before I disappeared but I wanted to live.”

He hums, understanding how it feels. “There isn’t anyone in specific I’ve wanted to tell this to, but I wanted to kill people when I was in prison. It made me really angry being in there and I let myself dream about killing people who hurt me and then I almost did kill someone.”

“Remember what you said about bad guys?” She whispers a helpful tip, “even the worst people deserve to have a chance at life. And you’re not hardly as bad as the worst people you’ve met.”

“You’re right,” he agrees. “Thank you.”

“This place burns down, what’s one thing you’d run back inside for? Outside of people and animals…” she asks the 3rd last question.

“The book Maeve gave me.”

“The girlfriend who died?” She confirms, and he nods. “If my place with Penelope burned down, I just want my necklace and I don’t take it off that often.”

“The next question is interesting,” Spencer thinks about it, “Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing, and why?”

“I’m glad I wasn’t at the mall with my parents, if I saw them get shot it would hurt more,” she whispers. “I’m sorry you had to see Maeve die like that.”

“In a way, I’m glad I saw Maeve get shot, otherwise I wouldn’t have believed it. She never felt real to me and then she was dead…”

She just hums, “Share a personal problem and ask your partner's advice on how he or she might handle it,” she whispers the last question.

“Also, ask your partner to reflect to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen,” Spencer adds in the second half.

“I need to find a place to stay now that I’m here, I don’t want to keep living with Penelope. As much as I love her, I want my own place,” Y/N admits.

“I think I’m in love with this girl that I just met and I don’t know if it’s too soon to ask her to look for a house with me?” Spencer pretends to sigh, “she’s super cool and I think we’d make some nice kids. I would love some advice.”

“Has she told you she loves you yet?” She teases.

Spencer shakes his head. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Spencer,” she replies, leaning in one more time to kiss him.

It’s deeper this time, she breathes him in and rests her forehead against his as she breathes between them.

“How did that work?” She whispers, truly amazed at how easy it was.

He shrugs, “it’s a good questionnaire.”

“You were really honest, your heart is really pure and I would like to get to know you more, but I feel like I know everything?” She shakes her head while she talks, overthinking all the things she has learned, “I don’t even know what could be left?”

“My birthday is October 28th?” He whispers, “we have a lot to discover yet.”

—

When she doesn’t come home in the morning, Penelope knows she’s at Reid’s house. She just doesn’t expect to walk in and find them naked in Reid’s bed, out cold and cuddled together with their clothes all over the room.

It looks like something happened. If only she knew the truth.

“Oh my god?” Penelope’s voice wakes them up and Spencer scrambles to make sure they are covered by his blankets.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N shouts as she wakes up.

“I came to see if you were okay. I expected one of you to be on the couch, I didn’t think it went this good?”

“We just slept in the same bed, I promise,” Spencer turned bright red as he panicked, “we just got to know each other and talked all night, in what we normally sleep in.”

“Uh-huh,” Penelope smirks, “so I take it the 36 questions worked?”

“Perhaps,” Y/N smirks back at her sister.

“Do you use it on many people?”

“No one has made it past the first question,” she smiles at him instead, kissing his cheek as Penelope watches.

“That’s my queue to go, um… yeah, wow, I didn’t see this happening so fast,” Penelope is shocked but in the best way.

She leaves just as fast as she arrived and Y/N settles back into Spencer the second she closes the bedroom door. “You know, if she’s not going to believe us we might as well do it? If you accidentally get me pregnant then we can move fast and no one will question it.”

He laughs, “accidentally, is the key word there.”

“My parents made me at prom after crushing on each other for 2 years… I think knowing each other for 2 days isn’t the weirdest way to start a family?”

“Honestly,” Spencer lets out a sigh and her happy mood drops to a more serious one. “I was a little worried that we’d wake up this morning and you’d change your mind.”

“Why?”

“In the heat of the moment, learning everything about each other and saying I love you was really exhilarating, but I have a hard time believing it,” he admits, “not many people mean it, or stay around after they tell me they love me.”

She cuddles back into the crook of his neck and holds him as tightly as possible, wrapping a leg around him for optimal coverage, “I am staying right here, because I love you, Spencer.”

“Okay,” he whispers. Sounding like he still doesn’t believe it.

“I love you because you’re honest, you want what I want and you’re truly kind. You’re friends with my sister, you’re smart, you would make a great dad, you won't hurt me, you are really nice to cuddle with, and I know you mean it when you say you love me because it’s not a word you use lightly.”

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He wonders aloud, “cause if you really want to have a kid, I have my mom's old wedding ring in my closet, and I would rather be married to you before we do that?”

“Okay,” she whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she hides her face in his neck, “the courthouse is literally just down the road?”

“We can get breakfast together after?” Spencer adds, rubbing her back as they plan, he wasn’t scared anymore.

“Penelope will kill me if she’s not there, can we have her as our witness?” Y/N finally sits up to look at him, pulling away to sit on the bed, still shirtless.

His smile while he tries to keep eye contact with her is so funny, she giggles a little as she hides her nipples behind her palms and cups her boobs.

“I’m pretty sure she’s still in my living room,” Spencer giggles, “Penelope!?”

She comes back in then, “yes?”

“We’re going to the courthouse to get married, wanna come?” Y/N asks with an embarrassed smile.

“Yes!” She cheers, “I’ll go get you a dress!”

And then she’s off again, this time actually leaving Spencer’s apartment. “What if we don’t tell Derek, and let him hit on me next week anyway?

“Then you can say ‘sorry I have a husband,’ and he’ll body slam me to the floor,” Spencer laughs nervously, “the whole team is going to be so pissed they missed my wedding…”

She frowns, “send out a mass text, tell them to meet us at the court house, it’s their day off right?”

“You’re right,” he smiles.

This was going to be interesting.

—

Walking out of the courthouse, hand in hand, she’s in a white dress, he’s in a suit he’d probably wear to work, Penelope is crying and the whole team is waiting outside for them.

At the bottom of the courthouse steps, they all clap and cheer, throwing rice at them like an old movie, Spencer’s smiling so hard his cheeks are burning. Y/N introduces herself to everyone, hugged over and over by everyone she should have met 15 years ago.

Derek is tapping his foot, waiting for Spencer to come and hug him, “what the fuck?” He asks as Spencer steps into his space, wrapping his arms around him and shaking his back and forth.

“Nice try, I’ll give you $20 as a thank you,” Spencer teases as he pulls away. “She is perfect.”

JJ and Will are busy talking to Y/N when he turns around, Mike and Henry not far behind them. Spencer walks over and wraps Henry up in his arms, the kid was growing way too fast, Spencer loved him so much it hurt sometimes.

“Y/N, this is my godson,” Spencer introduces them, “Henry, this is Y/N.”

She gives him a big hug too, “do you have any cousins, Henry?”

“No, but I was 8 when Michael was born,” he smiles, “and I’m getting old enough to be a good babysitter?”

Spencer laughed, messing up Henry’s hair quickly with a smile, “I’m sure by the time you’re a cousin you’ll be great.”

They take a group photo outside, Spencer and Y/N in the middle, everyone was smiling. It was the first time all of them had been in a photo together, the entirety of Spencer’s found family. Now they were Y/N’s too.

She hyphenated her last name, Y/N Garcia-Reid, and their kids would share the same one. He was not only about became a father thanks to Y/N, but Penelope would also become an Aunt once more. It was like a gift that kept on giving, seeing Spencer and Y/N create a little family of their own.

—

She cried her eyes out when she met Diana. She wasn’t expecting to be so emotional, but then Diana was lucid and very welcoming and sweet.

“It’s going to be a pleasure having you as my daughter,” Diana smiles, thinking it was just a nice thing to say.

Y/N cries and holds her so tight Diana almost can’t breathe but she lets her hold her as long as she needs to, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome?”

“I haven’t had someone to call mom since I was 14,” Y/N whispers, “if that’s okay?”

Diana hugs her just a little too tight in response, “you can call me mom whenever you want.”

“Just until you become a grandma,” she whispers again as she pulls back and Diana’s attention snaps to Spencer.

“Are you trying?”

He nods, “we want kids, we’re not getting any younger.”

Diana wraps him up in a hug and he almost falls off his chair at the sheer force of it, she was so happy for him. She knew this was all he’s ever wanted; because he would be good at it, he had all this love in his heart, and he wanted to show his father how easy it is to stay.

“You’re going to be a great dad, Spencer,” she holds his cheeks as she pulls away, “I’m proud of you.”

He cried. It’s all he’s wanted from her, and now he has everything right here in this room.

—

When they find out they’re pregnant after the first try, it’s really funny to them. It was all working so well, it was a little too much for them at first. They were looking for a house, she was looking for a permanent teaching job but Spencer convinced her to wait until after the baby is born to go back.

They name her Morgan Garcia-Reid as a thank you for Derek’s little bet, and before she’s even 6 months old they’re pregnant again. By the time they have 4 kids under 5 they take a break and just enjoy their little family.

To think Derek gave them 7 days to fall in love… and then they lived happily ever after.

taglist: @g0lden-cth @doctorspenceryeet @samuel-de-champagne-problems @reiding-recs @ssavanessa22 @spookyspence @shemarmooresfedora @spencers-dria@reidsfish @manuosorioh @mochionly @jswessie187 @k-k0129 @calm-and-doctor @blanchardsbk

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid request #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine

697 notes · View notes

lightskinrry · 4 years

Text

maybe one wedding for the bad boys

the one where the wedding ceremony does go according to the plan...almost

A/N: hello lovelies!! part two of no wedding for the bad boys is here!! hope you like it!! and don’t hesitate to lemme know your thoughts about this mess!

Word count : 6K

TW: angst again lmaodehjsd

Taglist: @stfxlou @shreeyanshi @harrystylesholland @iloveshawnieboi @smoljules @soy-una-conejo @seasidecrowbar @evalynanne @nibabyy @la-cey @ashtonsfxvorite @merlinaes @gucciboots

“Fuck… Fuck. Fuck.” You watched Harry pacing around in his room, walking in circles, his hand clutched to his hair, his suit pants loosely hanging on his hips and his unbuttoned shirt draped on his shoulders.

You could see he was muttering something. “I fucking can’t believe this. Fucking kidding me. On this fucking day. Fucking shit.”

“Look… If you’re going to be an asshole about it like yesterday. I will find a solution alone.”

You were sitting on the big chair in the corner, your legs spread apart and your yellow suit on. You didn’t want another fight but you had no choice but to tell Harry about the marriage license. Today was the big day and in 3 hours the ceremony would start. And if he was going to sign another marriage licence, he could face imprisonment since bigamy is illegal. So yeah, kinda had to tell him otherwise he was good to spent his honeymoon in a cell.

He groaned a little bit, you could almost see the gears of his brain working through his head. “Let’s...um… think, okay?” His breathing was unsteady so you got up and made him sit at your place.

“I already contacted a lawyer. We can annul the marriage, we just have to prove the marriage is..um… voidable. Yeah, that’s what she told me.” Harry sat back in the chair, relaxing a little bit. “So we have to prove that at least one of us couldn’t agree to the marriage because they were under the influence of drugs or alcohol.” He nodded silently. “Basically, we just have to go see the lawyer and that’s done. There’s no court appearance or anything.”

His eyes got softer as he listened to you. He sighed. “Thanks.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You’re welcome?”

“Look, Y/N… I’m really sorry about yesterday. I didn’t mean to be such a jerk about all this. It’s just… I’ve been planning this wedding for months now. I’m so fucking stressed. I don’t know what to do and then I found out I just fucked up everything. I’m sorry. I know it’s not your fault. I’m more mad at myself than anything and I just didn’t want to take accountability for my actions. It’s just such a fucking weird time and now everything is on the edge of falling apart.”

You gently stroked his shoulders. “Thank you for apologizing. I know you didn’t mean it… Look, it’s not entirely your fault. There was a lot of alcohol and we wouldn’t have been in Vegas if it wasn’t for me.” You took a small breath. “But, hey! We can fix this. All we have to do is annul the marriage and make sure you don’t sign anything in terms of legally binding documents or you can actually be prosecuted. And spending your honeymoon in jail isn’t what you want.”

He giggled softly, finally taking a breath and releasing a bit of tension. “Yeah, definitely not. I reserved a private beach in St Barth, there is no way I’m spending this time in jail instead of on the beach.”

“Oh wow. You went all in.” You smiled smugly at him. “Okay we have about 2 hours before the ceremony starts. I made sure the groomsmen get their shit together and do the list of check-ins with the planner so it’s a full open window before we have to get you back here fully dressed and looking fresh for your wedding.”

“If we can do that in two hours without being on crack, we truly are some lucky motherfuckers.”

“Oh we are, Harry. We’re lucky motherfuckers.”

He got up from the chair and you placed your hands over his shoulders. “Here’s the plan. We put on jogging clothes cause you don’t want anyone to recognize you or be suspicious. We go downtown to meet with the lawyer, we pressure her to state the annulment today. It will be sent to a judge for approbation and then the annulment should be fulfilled in about a month. And that’s where you come into play more than ever. You have to make sure the officiant don’t bring the marriage licence, say you want to sign it after your honeymoon, find an excuse, whatever you want to make sure you don’t sign this fucking paper, okay? And then we come back here, get you dressed and you go get married, you lucky motherfucker.”

He nodded agreeingly. “Okay.” He reached out his hand for you to shake. “And no-one will never know about all this.”

You shook his hand. “Taking this shit with me in the grave.”

You started changing rapidly into the sports clothes and leave as soon as possible. You made your way downstairs quietly but Tania’s sister, maid of honor and witness in the wedding, stopped the two of you.

“Where are you two going?”

You and Harry looked at each other for a second, trying to think of something that wouldn’t rise suspicions.

“Well, we’re going for a jog. As you can see.” You pointed out the clothes you were wearing.

“The ceremony is in two hours, no-one is going for a jog.” Her tone was stern and almost mean.

Harry came a little forward to her. “Look, Jill, I just need a breather. It’s a stressful time so… You know? Taking my best-woman on a jog before the big thing!”

She sighed loudly, annoyed. “Fine… But make sure to be back before the ceremony begins. A wedding without a groom... It would kill Tania.”

You both gave her a thumbs up and a dumb smile before running out the door.

The clock was ticking on you. And you had to get that annulment.

***

You closed up Harry’s last few buttons, making sure to leave some open. You took a few steps back to look at him. You smiled proudly. “You look great.”

He gave you a smug look. “I know.”

You laughed off his little narcissistic comment. “You know what? You look like a victorian vampire wannabe.”

“And I’m rocking the look.” He shrugged before tugging on one of his loose curl to make it fall on his face. He stepped closer to you. “Thank you.” You smiled at him tenderly. “Thank you so much for being a good friend, Y/N. I know I’ve been a terrible one lately.”

You chuckled as you pinched his cheeks in a playful way. “We’re cool, Harry. Now, let’s move before Jill kills us.”

You accompanied him to the backyard where the ceremony was about to start. He stood next to the officiant, waiting for his bride to walk the aisle. And as you watched him, glowing in the sunlight, looking beautiful and smitten, you felt a pinch in your heart and bitterness in your throat. Not that you wish it was you walking down the aisle, just that he would turn around and give you a last look that says “I don’t want to get married to her, I want to wait with you until we’re both ready.” Well, in some way, you guessed you kinda wished it was you walking down the aisle. Just.. not right now.

“Are you okay?” Gemma was standing next to you, a tender smile on her face.

“Yeah, I’m good… I’m.. you know… emotional. That’s all.”

The music started blaring in the air, the golden hour slowly approaching and bathing everything in a pool of honey. You could hear the birds chirping and the soft breeze caressing your neck, people shushing each other waiting for the bride to be announced. The air was soft and you could feel the tenderness of the atmosphere. A gentle springtime warmth and the smell of lavender. Harry’s shadow was dancing on the floor as he was waiting, chewing on his bottom lip; a little nervous thing well known to him.

You watched Tania walk down the aisle, you couldn’t bare to look at him and see the love in his eyes. A love that wasn’t yours and wasn’t for you.

She joined him in front of the officiant, ready to exchange their words of love and become one forever. You tugged on the jacket of your suit to readjust it. You listened carefully to the vows they shared and watch them place the ring on each others fingers. And you smiled widely all the way through. You made sure the officiant didn’t bring the marriage licence after Harry tipped him a little extra not to. You closed your eyes for a second and when you opened them, Harry was kissing his bride, now his wife.

The first half of the ceremony went pretty fast, the newly weds went to get their pictures done and the rest of y’all entertained the guests and showed them around the manor where the party would be. Obviously some parts were closed to the public, the upstairs apartment where the weds would spend the night were closed and the maze in the far back of the garden was too. It was huge and we were scared people would lose their kids in there.

When Harry and Tania came back, looking stunning, kissed by the sunlight and insanely in love, they walked in the huge reception hall where everyone was waiting to cheer on them. And make them feel like real superstars.The tables for the dinner were outside, next to a beautiful lake, it was still warm and the sun was about to set. Everyone sat down at their designated place. The time for toasts and speeches was coming. First Tania’s dad did his little speech about not liking Harry at first but realising that he’s never seen his daughter so happy. Next was Tania’s sister, Jill who made a sly comment about him trying to sneak out of it this morning. Gemma was next and she gave a prompt little joke about her baby brother before congratulating the beautiful spouses. It was now your turn. You took a deep breath and stood up, you looked around, checking the faces only for your gaze to rest upon Harry.

“Ahem. Well, as most of you already know me, I’m Y/N. I’m the best-woman, it’s always been a fact; I’m just glad that I have the official title now. I didn’t really know what to do or where to go with this speech so I guess I’m just gonna check on y’all. Is everyone having a good time?” Everyone gave you a cheerful yes. “Great, cause the next five minutes are going to be absolute hell. I’m mostly just going to make fun of Harry and then I’ll swap some emotional shit by the end so you guys don’t hate me.”

You paused, leaving the time for the guests to spare you a giggle. “First of all, I would like to say, you made the worst choice of your entire life tonight, Harry.” His eyes got suddenly bigger. “You gave me a mic, and a chance to ridicule you in front of all your family and friends.” You watched him take a breath, relaxing in his chair and giving you a tender smile. “That’s really the dumbest shit you could’ve done. But anyway, I have to address a few words to today’s main man. I can honestly say that he’s one of the most handsome, most funny men you’ll ever meet and I’m proud to call him my friend. So if you bump into him today…” You turned your face to look around. “Where’s Cam?” Cam stood up and waved, cheering you. “Ah! Here he is! Today is his birthday so please buy him a drink.” You waved back at him with a big smile. “Happy birthday Cam!” Everyone said happy birthday and Harry’s smile got wider.

“Well, I was thinking what crazy story I could tell about Harry today. Cause we had so many crazy ass stories together, ones that end up in basements, others on top of roofs and some ending in crappy ass motel rooms in Vegas.” He chew the interior of his cheek, holding a giggle. “And then I thought ‘What is the story that sums up perfectly Harry?’ Could it be that time he bit off a piece of his tongue after jumping out a window while high off his ass on shrooms or that time we got locked up in a hotel room in Atlanta and somehow managed to burn the carpet? Yeah… We fucking burned that carpet.” You let a breathy laugh escape your lips, reminiscing that night.

“So, I had to think long and hard about this… Long and hard also being something Harry… Well no, I promised I wasn’t going to say anything sexual during this speech.” You turned to look at the next table. “Hi Anne! This is Harry’s mom, guys!” She laughed and gave you a big smile.

“Well, then I remembered that story… It was after Harry’s SNL double duty.. And we were throwing this after party to celebrate and by the end of the night, we were both hammered, there was no-one left in that penthouse in NYC, except for us and then fucking Rocketman started playing outta nowhere and we sang that shit with our hearts, as the sun rose behind us. And despite all the glamour, Harry ended up throwing up in the bathroom. But just that moment of drunken glory singing Rocketman at the top of our lungs with the sun rising. And nothing else mattered. In that moment, Harry was the fucking Rocketman.”

You took a moment to breath.

“And you are. You’re a fucking legend, Harry. I’ve known you since we were five, from the first time you sang in front of your mom to you touring arenas around the world. I kinda been a witness of your greatness, I guess… Truth is, the moments I’ll remember the most and the ones that makes you such a good friend, and probably an amazing husband, are the ones when the lights are off, when you’re just a dorky, lanky stupid white guy. When you bring me soup when I’m sick, when you tell me everything will be alright when I’m about to give up, when you scream Bohemian Rhapsody in the phone, when we dance at 2AM in the kitchen or when we sing Rocketman as the sun rise.” You took a little breath, watching as Harry gave you the biggest grin, probably a little teary-eyed.

“Well, I’d still like to remind y’all that he threw up that night, and many other nights actually.” You laughed.

“But hey, I’d like to finish by addressing a few words to the beautiful bride... You still have time to run away. But if I were you, I wouldn’t do so. He reserved a private beach in St. Barts… Run after the honeymoon, girl, get yours.” You winked at her.

“All jokes aside, I hope this day has been as beautiful and fairy-tale like as you dreamed it would be because you look like a princess and I’m glad you found your prince. I hope you guys live happily ever after.”

You started raising your glass as the end of your speech approached. “I’ll end this little speech by saying on behalf of the beautiful bridesmaids and groomsmen, thank you to Harry and Tania for including us on this very special day. And if I could ask you all to join me in a toast.” You were now holding your glass up. “To the happy couple, Harry and Tania, may you live a beautiful wedded life!”

Everyone joined you in the toast and you sat back down, giving Harry a small grin that he gave you right back, letting you know that you did a great speech.

The party started going well, people were chatting and laughing and the beautiful lights lit up the garden. The food came a little late but it was all so good, there was nothing to really complain about.

After the main course, people got up to dance and request songs to the band… You were talking with one of the waiters when Tania interrupted you.

“Hey, have you seen Harry? I can’t find him anywhere and the cake is going to arrive any minute now and we’re supposed to cut it together.” Her sharp tone made you uncomfortable.

“Hm… I haven’t seen him but I’m gonna check around and I’ll make sure he’ll be here for the cutting of the cake!”

“Fine. You better find him fast.” You watched her leave and greet some old couple drinking champagne.

You thought for a second ‘where the fuck could Harry be?’. You started by checking on his family, not being too pressuring so they wouldn’t worry. None of them saw him in the last half hour. You asked Jeff and then check with the waiters and still no sight of him.

You decided to go check inside; the bathroom, the upstairs apartments… And you found him in the closed office on last floor of the manor. You walked in quietly and closed the door behind you.

“Everyone is looking for you, man. What the fuck are you doing?”

He was leaned on the open window, watching the night sky.

“Yeah, what the fuck am I doing, Y/N?” He was playing with the only ring on his fingers : his wedding ring.

You stepped closer, placing yourself right next to him, your arm touching his.

“That’s what I’m asking you.”

He scoffed softly. “Yeah… I just… What if all of this is a fucking mistake?”

“Whew.. You’re having cold feet now? You’re always late to the party…” You watched him as he giggled, his hair gently flowing with the midnight breeze.

“Look, it’s not a mistake if you love her. And I know you do.”

“You know Jill followed us this morning? She literally threatened me that she knows what’s going on and…”

“Wait what?”

“Yeah. That crazy bitch followed us.” He threw his arm in the air.

“Hey… Be nice, she’s not crazy. She’s just a bitch. Why in hell did she follow us?”

“Because she was having suspicions I was cheating so she followed us and saw us going to the law cabinet.”

“Fuck. So she knows about the marriage?”

“No, I don’t think so… But like… About this marriage, the one of today, I don’t want it… You were right. I don’t want to get married to miss Boring Pants.”

“Oh no… Oh hell no… Why is that happening right now? You have to be downstairs in 10 so you can cut your fucking wedding cake and you’re hitting me with the ‘I don’t want to be married’ shit? Harry I swear to god…” You sighed loudly and he gave you the puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t blame me! I’m just a little boy.” He always had the timing for a good joke.

“Oh… I’m blaming you. I’m blaming your dumbass.” You both laughed and suddenly it wasn’t the sky you were watching, it was each other. The stars were reflecting in his eyes and his floppy curls made him look so pretty.

“I know… It’s not like there is no-one else to blame anyway!” He chuckled and you gazed fondly at him, tracing his features with your eyes… From his jawline to his eyebrows, finally looking at his lips.

“You know your speech was great… It reminded me of all the crazy things we did together. You’re my partner in crime.” He stared into your eyes for a minute, his teeth playing nervously with his bottom lip.

“Yeah… We always been partners in crime.”

And in the floating moment of silence between you two, the space between your face got smaller and smaller; so small you could feel his breath on your face.

“I really want to be with you.” He whispered on your lips before his hand grabbed your face so he could kiss you. It was intense and soft and somehow you felt like your feet lift up from the ground. You were holding his hands on your face and slowly opened your lips but before your tongues could meet, a voice from the hallway resonated: “Harry, Y/N, what are you guys doing? They’re waiting for the cake!!”

Jeff’s footsteps were getting closer to the door and so, ended prematurely your kiss. You inhaled deeply and before Jeff walked in the room, you locked eyes with Harry and his swollen lips and a blissful smile on his face.

“They’re waiting on you, Harry! Get your ass down, right now!”

You watched him leave the room silently, still a little shook from what just happened.

Jeff stroked your arm in a soft way. “Are you good?”

“Yeah… I’m.. Great. Everything’s great. So great. What a great wedding.”

You walked off still rambling about how great everything was. Jeff watched you leave, a confused and amused look on his face. He followed behind you closely as you walked back downstairs.

You walked straight to your seat, making sure to grab a glass of champagne from one of the waiter’s platter and chugged it down in one stroke before sitting down. Harry and Tania were standing in front of all their guests and they announced the cake. Two waiters came out with a cart and on it; a huge white cake with pink roses all over it. It was more pretty than it probably tasted good. They held the knife together and cut the first piece. They both took a spoonful of the cake and gave each other a taste. Everyone was clapping as they wiped the cream off of their face.

The waiters started serving the cake to all the guests. You were pretty much blacking out, the lights around you were flying and everytime someone talked to you, you would just nod or laugh. Every now and then you would catch Harry’s gaze on you and you’d feel your cheeks burning. It was a weird feeling, being at the wedding of your bestfriend and resenting every minute of it. How did you got to this mess?

You made the movie in your head. You met Harry in kindergarten, after he stole your favorite crayon and you almost beat his shit up. The school called both your moms because the teacher saw you two fighting and from there you wouldn’t let each other live. You spent most of elementary school together, doing stupid science experiment in the back of his Holmes Chapel room. You two would always buy and wear the worst graphic tees at the same time. Then, in middle school people started bullying you and Harry would always stand up to them and defend you. You would play video games in your basement and watch each other’s acne break out and he even came to the dentist with you for your first braces. In 9th grade, when you were reaching your dreadful 14th birthdays, it seemed all that mattered was you never had a first kiss, neither you or him. So you decided to take the matter in your own hands and during one of your recurring sleepovers at his place, you suggested to give each other a first kiss. You climbed onto his bed and hid under the covers, a flashlight and some potato chips between us; he leaned onto your face and kinda sucked your lips in the weirdest way and you thought it was great.

And tonight it was great, and maybe it’s the nostalgia or maybe it’s the fact that looking back to everything you did together showed you that no-one will ever know you better and love you better. One of the common mistakes you’ve made in love was considering romantic love as a superior kind of love when your friendships always sustained you more than any romance. And now it was becoming clear, friendship was a strong love, your friendship with Harry was a very strong love; filled with intimacy and commitment and now passion. It was the kind of love you couldn’t let go.

You avoided Harry for most of the night despite him trying to check up on you a few times; you would pretend someone’s calling you or that you have to go to the bathroom; really anything that would put off the conversation with him. How were you supposed to discuss what happened now that you knew how you feel about him? It was a predictable heart-suicide.

The rest of night went achingly slow. It was already 4:30 in the morning. You were going around helping the waiters clearing the place and cleaning. Harry and Tania were saying goodbye to the last guests to leave while Gemma and Jill were showing their rooms to the guests that were staying the night.

You made a last round to the kitchen to pay the caterer and tip a little extra the waiters. When you came back to the garden, Tania and Jill were going back inside and Harry was nowhere to be seen.

You walked around, watching the night sky and the stars reflecting on the lake. You sinked into the garden as the darkness of the night was washing over and the lights of the party were fading… Your eyes got caught by a soft and dim light in the far background of the garden. There; a weeping willow with light strings on its branches and underneath it, Harry was sitting alone, playing with the twigs under him. You walked up to him and quietly sat next to him. You didn’t look at him but the night was warm and the tree branches dancing to the breeze made the atmosphere softer.

“So…” You paused as you brought your knees back to your chest. “That was a beautiful wedding.”

“Yeah.” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “I’m trying to picture what my life will look like.”

“Hm… I see a nice house on the hills and a few babies.” You still didn’t take a look at him, you were just watching the sky reflection in the pond of water in front of you.

“Sounds good… I can see it.” A giggle left his mouth. “What about you? What do you see for the future?”

“Oh shit. That’s some existential dread right there cause I don’t know. I can’t tell you where I’ll be in two weeks. Can’t even tell you what I’ll eating for breakfast tomorrow morning.”

He scoffed. “That sounds good too.”

“I guess so… I love not knowing, I guess. I love a good adventure.”

“So do I…” He turned his face to look at you. “Do you think I’m out of adventures now?”

You finally locked eyes with him; his face was softly lit by the lights in the trees and he looked a little tired. “Nah.. I don’t think so. I think you have plenty new adventures coming your way.”

He sighed and turned his eyes away from you. “They won’t be with you though.”

It took you by surprise. No they won’t. You felt a sore feeling in your throat. You took some time to answer. “No… They won’t be.”

A moment of silence filled up the air. You could hear the breeze and the water.

Harry finally spoke up. “Should we talk about it?”

A breathy and nervous laugh stifled through your teeth. “About what?”

“What happened in the office earlier?” He raised his eyebrows at you in a smug way. “When you kissed me?”

“First of all, you kissed me!”

His voice went up two octaves higher as he playfully answered. “Did I?”

“Yeah you did!”

“It was nice…” He said this so nonchalantly, as if it was nothing, as if it didn’t mess up with your mind.

“It was nice? It was mostly the dumbest shit you’ve done tonight. And you got fucking married tonight so...”

He chuckled… “I know…” He took a deep breath before gazing far ahead. “What are we supposed to do about all this?”

You sighed softly, trying to come up with an answer. You thought that being a good friend you should tell him that it was a mistake and that he’s happily married and will live a beautiful life and so will you… But it wasn’t the truth.

“Look… I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck happened in those last weeks. I fucking wish I could tell you that everything is on track, that you married the love of your life and that everything will be okay but it feels like a lie. When I say it at loud, I hear myself and I hate it.”

He pinched his lips as he listened to you...“Yeah… I mean, we’ve known each other for 20 years. 20 years, that’s a fucking lifetime. And I can tell that everytime something in my life goes wrong, you’re right there and when something goes right, you’re always there too. I try to think of what I want my life to look like, what’s next and now I’m faced with what’s next and it’s not what I want... It’s not you.”

“That’s some bullshit, isn’t it? How nobody else will ever know you better than I do? And nobody knows me like you do? And how close we are and suddenly our closeness is tearing us apart. That’s some tragic poetry shit right there, I hate it. I always thought you and I would be like 70; making wheelchair races and talking shit about the neighbors wig. And now, I think that’s what I want, you know but I also want to…”

He interrupted you. “I would win the races, though.”

“Huh?”

He insisted, a smug smile on his face. He was trying to break the tension.

“I would win the race.”

You laughed at his face. “No, you wouldn’t! I would beat your ass every time.”

He let a soft chuckle leave his mouth. “Yeah you would….”

He sighed before picking up the conversation again.

“Anyway…” He took a deep breath. “I want that too. But I also want to kiss you and dance with you and fuck you and do all the next crazy shit with you. I want to live those adventures with you.”

Your heart fluttered and you felt a warm rush get to your cheeks. And you felt like everything was falling into places. You and him together; it made sense. But then reality hit you in the face; he had a wife waiting for him a few miles away, he had a new life in LA and you had to move on or none of you would be happy. Because the truth was, if it wasn’t for each other being in the way, he would be next to Tania right now, happy and ready for his married life. And you would be in love with someone else, someone you can have.

“Maybe we’re just standing in the way of each other’s happiness. Maybe all this don’t mean a thing…” You paused to look at him. “You’re happy, right?”

He looked confused for a second, he bat his eyelashes twice trying to understand what you mean and then you saw it on his face. He got you. “Yeah.. I mean I thought I was, at least…”

“You see! That’s what I mean. If I wasn’t there, you wouldn’t be second guessing everything.”

He was quiet, his voice was down. It was hard reading him right now but you could tell he knew the answers. “Maybe… Would you?”

“What?” You asked yourself what did he mean with this question?

“Would you second guess if it was for me?”

That was it. He understood it. Being in the way of each others happiness, that was it. You thought for a second, if you were in his situation, what would you do? Would you go back to your spouse or would you leave with him? Would you even think about it?

“I don’t know… I probably shouldn’t.”

He swallowed the gulp in his throat and suddenly the air got colder. “I guess that says it all, then.”

You inhaled deeply, trying to hold back tears that were slowly taking over.. “So, that’s it?”

He smiled with all the tenderness known to him. “I love you, Y/N.”

Your heart broke a little… It was a goodbye more than an I love you. So you told him goodbye too. “I love you too.”

He got up and brushed over his pants to sweep off the twigs off him. You looked at him, still sitting down.“We should just do what’s best for each other.”

He gazed down at you, a sad smile on his face. “For a second I thought we’d run away together but…” He coughed softly. “We both know that’s not what’s best.”

You tried to steady your breathing and keep your composure as you started getting up too. You turned around for a second and gave him a last look before leaving. “I guess I’ll see you around...”

***

Weirdly enough life without Harry was bearable… London seemed empty and the bars and places you used to hang out to seemed lifeless but it wasn’t all bad. You weren’t worrying about him or about yourself and you were just going along with your routine, your job, seeing your friends, a few dates and whatever else in between. It has been 10 months since the wedding day, almost a year if you round it, you haven’t seen Harry in that time, a few check up texts every 3 months and a congrats for your new job was all you got from him… You had to convince yourself it was enough.

You were laying down on your couch, wrapped up in your jog pants and oversized hoodie; you were switching channels trying to find something remotely interesting to fall asleep to. It was already 11PM and the city lights outside the window were reflecting on the floor of your living room… Your phone rang next to you and you grasped it to check your notifications.

Harry sent a message: I did something stupid

You were confused as fuck at this weirdly threatening text from Harry. It’s been months since he texted you so what did that mean?

You heard a knock that you thought was the TV until it got louder so you got up to check on it. You walked to the door carefully. When you opened it, your heart missed a beat.

“Hey… Told you I did something stupid.”

Harry was standing at your door, a cheeky smile on his face and you were just looking at him, confused.

“What are you doing here?”

He inhaled in a smile. “Doing what’s best, I guess…” You tilted your head to the side, trying to understand what he meant. “Look, you don’t have to let me in but if I’m not going to be with you then I just don’t want to be with anyone else. I’m not asking you to elope with me… Again…” He chuckled and you let a giggle fall from your lips. “I just wanna be friends again.”

You just couldn’t get that stupidly happy grin off your face so when he stepped closer to you, reducing the space between your faces, you just grabbed his face and kissed him. You could feel him smile against your lips and his hands grabbed your waist pulling you even closer. “I guess we’re just doing what’s best, huh?” You giggled into his mouth and he kissed the corner of your lips, smiling against your skin; “That’s exactly what we’re doing.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and to your cheek and your jaw. Whatever was happening right now was the best for you and for him, so you’d just work out the details later.

#harry styles #harry styles writings #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles blurbs #harry styles drabbles #harry styles fanfiction #writings #fanfiction #fanfic #nwftbb #mowftbb

330 notes · View notes

soranihimawari · 4 years

Text

Shatter

A story in several parts:

tw: reader chan’s sibling is a toxic force to be reckoned with; officers mentioned in later parts (civil servants for young adults); mentions of accidents and scarring [both emotional and physical]; young adult 18+ for strong and suggestive language

word count: 6.8 K

tagging @oikawa-obvs @m0nstergeneration20xx @smolbludandelions

the characters and other tie in works:

seijoh 4: oikawa, iwazumi, hanamaki, mattsun

spin off of the Running at 6a.m. feat. hanamaki and his s/o [plus s/o family]

Throughout this story, mattsun & q learn how important the actions of others does not define a set path.

Next >>

“If I get one you like, you can have it,” you say with a wide smile. You still remember the third day of the last month of the year. You were nearly on the cusp of being eighteen within a few short weeks. You had heard a few weeks prior that one of your friends from middle school had moved to across town once her relatives agreed to taking her in during the summer leading into your respectful third years. Recently your were surprised your friend was so openly affectionate toward a certain strawberry blonde. You would tease her saying that she was insane for having him wake her up at six in the morning during one of your late night voice calls.

“Well, Makki-kun is part of our school’s volleyball team,” she says. You sigh because your friend is right. “Besides aren’t you still interested in getting your hands a little dirty? I’m in serious need of my right hand mechanic to give me a hand running a few diagnostics…”

“I’ll clear it with Naka-one,” you say. “You know how much my sister worries.”

“Says the woman with the muscle memory of a saint,” your friend’s voice is singing sweetly into the receiver. “Besides, I think I can’t keep hiding my best friend away from those giants.”

“I suppose you’re right. Meet me at the station on Saturday, ok?”

“You got it. I can finally prove to Makki-kun’s friends that I do have other friends.”

II:

[Saturday//Ice Cream & Journals\\]

Winter was no joke as she briskly shared her wind across the neighborhood you found yourself visiting. You had arrived not too early in the mid-afternoon; you had an overnight Hershel bag with your various journalistic tools stacked in according to importance. You were a designer by instinctual honing skills whereas your friend was a hands on mechanical genius in her spare time. The two of you used to race up and down the hills of your childhood streets. Your drive to inspire others was something your sister had maintained with a skilled hand, but you were defiant against the dainty life she was grooming you to try to emulate. The argument reaches its pinnacle the night before you were supposed to be leaving to visit your friend:

“Your hobby is just that! A hobby! You can’t keep losing more hours of sleep over a career our parents didn’t think suitable for a teenager like you!”

Your markers container was the closest thing to your sister’s hands and instead of strangling you, she knocks over the matte boxes you so ideally spent hours recataloging. You say nothing, that is until those hands of hers reach for the journals you kept your portfolios of car designs is in her hands.

“Don’t!” was the last word you were able to yell before the sounds of tearing roars into your eardrums. You are left alone collecting the shreds of your dreams on to the kitchen table. Your sister was as mad as a hatter, but you were too. If her madness only saw the way you clung to the last bit of your individuality like it was a godsend.

So in the morning, you send a message to your friend who meets you at the train terminal. She dons sunglasses and extends a pastel jacket to you; the jacket has your nickname stitched on it with the sigil of a craftsman:

“I got your message. Man, you sister is really fucked up,” she says.

“I know,” you retort.

“You even cut your hair into a more asymmetrical cut. It looks good on you Q.”

Q is for Quantum. Your parent who birthed you chose that perhaps having born two daughters roughly seven years apart was not the best idea, but alas, here you were still wandering the corner of the outskirts of a city close to the palisades your host lives in.

The mod scarf you brought with you is wrapped around your neck in a double knot. The rest of your winter attire is kept simple in the various hues of indigo and splashes of cerulean pearls. Your best friend, you notice, is a bit more tan than before, but her ever present pizazz shines through like it always does. Women can be anything they set their minds to so long as they have the right know-how.

“I have the guys meeting us up at the ice cream parlour not too far from here,” she says stifling an amused laugh when you scrunch your nose in a slight snarl. “What? You did want to meet the person I’m dating after all. And not to worry, this is only a small gathering.”

Your snarl subsides only to remain as neutral as possible. You nod as your friend rounds the corner of a children’s park across from the ice cream parlour bells chime when the door is pulled open by other patrons.

“Thank you,” you and your friend say walking through the open door which automatically closes behind you both. Your eyes are averted for a moment toward the glowing holographic menu cards above the cashier. The ice cream parlor is paired with an adjoining coffee bar as you take a look around. Your friend has a nickname too and the moment you hear a subtly calm voice call out to her, you realize you recognize the voice (from the photos she sends you, you know their names only as ichigo no kori, cinefile, pretty boy, and…)

“Oh look, they’re all on time for once,” your friend says as she takes the lead with you close behind. When you reach the table, you unwrap your scarf from your neck.

“Makki, your girlfriend brought a friend,” the cinefile says. His winter attire is typically laid back as far as you could see; he donned a hoodie under his jean jacket and matching slacks. The person to his left, is the pretty boy. Apparently he was the aforementioned princely type who was more popular and it clicks in your brain why: Seijoh has a reputation for being a powerhouse. Then your eyes shift to the strawberry ice haired neighbor you were told so much about from several text conversations you had had.

“The chisana josei has a right to bring whomever she likes, Iwazumi,” the baritone voice is curious as he eyes you quietly.

“Of course she does,” your friend winks at you. You hear her whisper a play nice to you as she takes her place at the table next to her beau. You roll your eyes after your friend sits down, you shake your head like an etch and sketch. New slate for the weekend. I’m just here for a few days to give my sister a few days of quiet. Your consciousness rumbles.

“She’s awfully quiet,” the prince chuckles when you make a face. “Is it because she thinks I'm handsome?”

“Oh my god, the world doesn't revolve around you Oikawa,” the one named Iwazumi says through gritted teeth.

“Boys, boys, you’re both pretty, but remember Makki is dating me,” your friend reminds them and her boyfriend smirks. “Have a seat Q, before you actually start growing roots. Mattsun, be a dear and make some room for my best friend will ya?”

“I prefer to stand,” you said with a shrug. “If you want to flip for it, go right ahead.”

“You sure? I mean, Mattsun does make a pretty decent chair...” your friend’s voice trails off when she sees your gloved hand open and close.

“That’s easy for you to say to an old friend,” you say when you take off your backpack when you hand it to her. “You’re not the one who was kicked out of the house again, so please excuse me if I decline the invitation for now.”

The conversation moves on after Makki challenges Iwazumi to another arm wrestling match while Oikawa heads to the counter to order a round of hot cocoa because it had already been sanctioned it was his turn to pay. Your friend converses at the end of the table with you and Mattsun together trying to act as a buffer between the most withdrawn people in the group.

“Mattsun, did you know that Q is an excellent designer? She helped me forge the gas tank for the bike I use,” your friend sings your praises. How does she know what to say to push your buttons like that? Mattsun is apathetic, yet upon closer inspection of his softened features, he reminds you of an older cat. One who has both a playful and mischievous personality and your imagination wonders how fast you’d fall for him not knowing he was wondering the same thing. The middle blocker keeps a neutral expression as he stands up to help Oikawa with the drink carriers with the mugs. After a rocky start, you realize that the group is not so bad. You were now a group of six third years and you liked the odds of having a small unit composed of your best friend and her reverse harem. They walk with you two all the way back to their respective blocks and when Iwazumi along with Oikawa branch off, you are left with your best friend, Makki, and Mattsun in your company

“Six in the morning again?” your friend sighs. Her breath is caught in the chill air when he kisses her temple. You see how smitten they are for each other and while you had just survived an hour into the prolonged sabbatical, you wonder if you would eventually get a shot.

“We may have lost the game chisana josei, but at this point, I think it’s just Oikawa wanting to make sure we’re still sharp.”

“If you say so, but I’m not going to be joining you. It’s too cold,” she teases. “Q’s here to hang with me.”

“I’m sure I can find something to do for the meantime tomorrow,” you answer. “I don’t want to inconvenie--”

“She can run with me,” Mattsun speaks up, scratching his cheek. He had this quiet charm about him. The offer throws you off course for a little bit in the afternoon sun.

“What do you think, Q? You up for a little excursion tomorrow?”

“Sure. It couldn’t hurt. You trust these two.Techinically dating one, but that’s besides the point.” The two of you laugh before realizing you set up a first date right under your nose.

“Careful with this one Mattsun,” your friend teases, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Your bag is now carried on one of your shoulders after you leave the cafe. “Q is really one of a kind. A gem if you will. See you guys tomorrow morning. If it’s snowing, we’re both staying indoors and you two can run together…”

It didn’t snow the following morning.

--House Hours--

You heard movie nights were a tradition, so you had tagged along with your host for the weekend away from home. The first day you had arrived, you had hot cocoa with her ‘reverse harem’ as she would like to call it followed by having dinner with her aunt and uncle; the following morning and true to their words, both Makki and Mattsun picked you two up for the daily morning run which ended with your friend getting another piggyback ride from her boyfriend (and you wonder why she fakes it from time to time, but it’s worth the way Makki’s ears burn a scarlet hue), yet you keep a steady pace much to the other party’s delight; the rest of the second day was filled with you trying to piece back together the shredded blueprints your sister ripped in front of your face. You look at the scraps tossed on the floor of the spare bedroom you were staying in and when the aunt of your best friend walks in to ask you a question, she doesn’t proceed with it since your sniffling kicked in her maternal mode: you explain to her you allow yourself to feel horribly for about five to ten minutes daily and you move on about your day, however after this particularly rudeness your sister had showcased, you needed more time before you were able to head back to your suburb. Her niece had explained the situation already a few days prior to your train arriving, but to see the damaging effects it had on you, her aunt calmed you down with some sage advice:

“Your faith is shaken, but you still believe. Give ‘em hell kiddo. I got you,” she says pulling you into a side hug. “Now, shall we make some tea? I think you deserve a break.”

Your friend came back from running an errand to the store because she wanted to buy a few more strips of tape as well as another set of trail mix with the granola clusters you like. See, you were invited at the request of the benevolent prince to his home to indulge in a movie night. “Makki said we’re going to start off the movie night at Oiks’ place with whatever you want to watch. It was Mattsun’s idea too apparently,” your friend says, handing you a hair elastic.

“Can you ask them if Oikawa is ok with playing ‘His Girl Friday’?”

“Sure thing.”

You two had dressed in similar fashions lately due to the steady drop in temperature.A lot of muted royal colors were your in your wheelhouse of clothes you had brought with you, so tonight it was forest green tweed pants layered with a peasant belted sweater dress. Your host had snapped a photo of you getting ready and she nearly choked back a laugh when you scold her for sending it to her boyfriend.

“You look stellar,” she says when she brushes her hair back into a loose ponytail.

“Do I though? When was the last time you saw the scars the fiberglass left on my shoulder, chise?”

“Seventh grade,” she answers. “Scars or not, you’re still my best friend. Even if you just made a portmanteau of the harem’s nickname for me.”

You bop your head and laugh. “I suppose you’re right… we should get going, yeah?”

Oikawa house, 19:32

You walk side by side with your friend after she mentions it was her turn to bring the snacks. You divide the work explaining that you know what they need more than you do. Although all dreams must end, your life was not some hallmark film. Sometimes the hardest thing and the right ones are the same, your subconscious reminds you to be more freeing of your worries.

“Let go have some fun,” you mumble. You reach the counter with your friend ahead of you. She had the usual assortment of candy to mix into the popcorn, she noticed you have new pens and a crossword puzzle.

“Crossword puzzles in ink was always something I wanted to try,” your voice is confident. “Besides, didn’t you say the boys were providing the food?”

When the final tally was tabulated, you leave the store together and head north at the next intersection, you two walk reminiscing your play days together.

“Oh! Your mother was so angry,” you friend says laughing about the time you stole one of her baking sheets to go sledding. “Wasn’t she going to use that pan for the crescents at the holiday party?”

“Yeah, she was. Haha,” your laugh is a foreign sound. However it is a sound you don’t often make anymore.

“You miss her too,” you friend says as she stops in front of a modern home.

“What child doesn’t?” You ask looking up at the sky.

The constellations twinkle a tarnished image of a family who prided themselves in raising functional perfected youths and while your sister doted on your parents every whim, you rebelled. The rebellion sparked many fears for your family; a tomboy with a high marks should not get into scuffles on the school yard. Such a fiery spirit could only be doused for so long. You were allowed to keep your hobby of drawing because it’s what calms you the doctors mentioned. Ever since the first cold snap when you lost your mother (you were a child in the seat behind her solving a crossword in pencil) in a hit and run, the last embers of creativity sparked a carnal desire to be free. Yet here you were seven years later with a sister so emotionally damaged who in her toxic mindset didn’t understand that for you, art and designing (like the paint job you oversaw before your childhood neighbor moved across town) for automotive purposes was your way to find balance. The girl who moved across town to be close to family had a stronger support system, but after hearing what her aunt had to say it suddenly makes sense, so when she calls you out from your trance, you remember you are always evolving: keep moving. One step at a time.

“Oikawa’s place is this one? Wow he really is a prince with a castle,” you joke in the front walkway.

“I know right? I know he’s one of the top setters in the prefecture, but with all those interviews he does, it helps, haha. Mind holding this real quick?”

The small convenience store bag is passed to you to hold for a moment while your friend knocks thrice times.

On the inside the boys were talking amongst themselves. It had been three days since you arrived for your holiday, and each morning after your first night, you woke up at six to run with half of the team (Makki, Mattsun, you, and your host).

“Q is really good at keeping up with us,” Mattsun says. There is a moment where he notices his friends stop talking. They figure it out and tease the tallest middle blocker like he was discovering a crush for the very first time.

“Oh~ is our little Mattsukawa finally growing up?” Oikawa cooed. Luckily Iwazumi’s shuts him up saying to get the door.

Makki sends Mattsun a text and judging by his best friend’s face, Makki confirms his disposition. Iwazumi mentions he’d be heading to the couch in the living room to create more space for the girls and Oikawa.

“Chisana mentioned you wanted to watch ‘His Girl Friday,’ so it’s already queued up.”

“Yeah, it’s really well written. Thank you,” you carry on the conversation as naturally as Oikawa points out the half bathroom in case you need it out of anything you can have your friend show you where things are since this wasn’t the first time everyone’s been over since the school year has started.

“No problem. Ah! Here we are,” Oikawa’s arm extends outward to showcase the kitchen area where the rest of group was. Makki greeted your friend first and you wave politely. You say a quick hello to Iwazumi and you know if you could hear a stare, you would when you greet Mattsun last.

“Greeted him last, huh?” you friend muses.

“You greeted your strawberry first,” you argue back.

“I don’t mind,” Mattsun says, his voice is hauntingly rich like the darkened wood finish on the tables outside. He leans in a little toward you before he stands he whispers in your ear, “you look pretty.” Your mood changed slightly as you hear his compliment. Then you remember the company you are in front of.

“We’ll go on ahead,” Makki suggests as he grabs the bowl of popcorn he separated for your friend to dump all the candies in. You nod when your friend silently slides you both kit-kat minis for luck.

“I heard you,” you say softly before you tap the back of the middle blocker’s hand. “C’mon, let’s not keep our friends waiting.”

Mattsun doesn’t give you the opportunity to remove you hand because he turns his palm up and you run your fingers barely ghosting over his future line from palm reading; you both hold a conversation behind curious eyes.

“Leave them alone, they’ll be alright,” your friend says in a lower tone.

Makki backs up the sentiment his girlfriend states with a stern glare at both Oikawa and Iwazumi, as one of them clicks the console control and the opening credits start to play.

And just once, you remember what your scars mean: it’s kind of fun to do the impossible. You eat the KitKat your friend left behind as you walk away from the kitchen and sit next to Iwazumi. Mattsun observes this and decides to take matters into his own hands literally. He walks toward Oikawa’s den area, he chooses to sit on the floor in front of you like a guard dog throughout the rest of the film. The film wraps up while the next film was being chosen. When the conversation goes on much longer than expected, you can excuse yourself for a moment back to the kitchen to pick up your crossword puzzle; you cross back to the other side of the den’s layout to sit down where you were earlier. Your pen is in your hand (youyou had tucked into the bag) as you begin to solve the first puzzle.

“I’m just saying horror movies are great,” Oikawa said. “Sci fi too.”

“Then it shouldn’t be that hard to choose,” you quip without looking up from your booklet. Your pen moves diligently as you flip over to the next page. To be quite honest, you aren’t really paying that much attention to notice Iwazumi and Mattsun switched places.

“Twilight Zome collection it is!” Oikawa exclaimed. He pressed play.

The evening draws to a close once you see that almost everyone had taken short catnaps around each other. You questioned whether or not the boys slept, but at least one or two of your company stayed awake.You close the crossword puzzles when Mattsun turns his head to look at you; you quirk an eyebrow at him You two were the only ones awake during this round of animated featurettes, so when Mattsun reaches for one of your hands he forces you forward a little too much, but you stop yourself from toppling over. You whisper something to him, causing him to make room for you on the floor; when you are sitting next to him, you lean into the side of his arm comfortably.

“My my, someone is affectionate today,” you tease.

“You don’t make it any easier,” he whispers in low tones to you.

“I suppose that is true. Is this ok? I mean, your face is more impressionable now than before,” you call him out on the subtle changes of his features.

“Is it? I haven’t noticed. My running partner is improving,” he tells this to you when you hold his hand in yours again. Neither of you want to let go.

“I think this is the beginning of something new,” you say calmly. “I’m still healing,you know.”

Instead of an answer, he shows you his understanding through squeezing your hand in a gentle manner: ‘you don’t need to run; you’re fine as you are.’

A couple minutes go by before you nod off. Mattsukawa was about to ask you a question, but chuckles lightly to himself that his question would be saved for another time. To him you are much more than a casual acquaintance of his best friend’s girlfriend. You’re shaping up to be someone he likes to know more of; you gravitate towards each other and now perhaps he realizes the appeal of having someone be a constant in life. There are many people who take the time to learn everything about the person they are crushing on, yet you and him are laid back enough to balance out your friends’ personality. You on the other hand are learning to forgive yourself one day at a time, but it’s the first time someone else is willing to wait for you. How long, you don’t know, and yet here was this casual acquaintance from your best friends new neighborhood willing to wait for you to feel better about yourself. Mattsukawa tells you how he wants to hang out with you tomorrow; just the two of you. You were lucid enough to agree.

Next >>

#mattsukawa issei x reader mini series #this is part 1 and 2 #⌚️queued #tw: toxic sibling behavior #tw: strong language and violence #tw:mental health and learning to deal with trauma #angst to fluff mattsun x reader #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #🌻sora scribbles #🌻.txt

9 notes · View notes

softest-cinnamon-roll · 5 years

Note

“Are you just gonna stare?”

Please accept almost 3k words of smut and a smitten Richie! Notsfw ahead, obvs.

* * * * *

Richie had an added bounce in his step as he walked into the coffee shop where he was meeting with his best friend, Bev. She was sitting in their usual booth, coffee’s already sitting on the table and he slipped into the seat across from her. He lifted the cup and took a big gulp, sitting it down with a sigh and a smile. “Morning Miss Marsh.”

“You are...surprisingly happy this morning, what’s going on?” Bev asked, raising an eyebrow softly and Richie flushed a little, giving her a shrug of response.

He ran a hand through his hair, “I spent the night at Eddie’s last night,” he admitted, cheeks going a little red. Bev seemed to catch on to his nervousness and let it go with a wave of her hand.

However, Richie’s thoughts had been kicked into overdrive and he started thinking about Eddie, his boyfriend, and the night they spent together. He had met Eddie Kaspbrak on his first day of college and they had become fast friends, and then Richie had fallen head over heels in love with him. Not wanting to ruin their friendship though, Richie kept his feelings to himself. That is, until three months ago when Eddie had kissed him and told him he’d been crazy about him since the day they met.

Now, three months later, their relationship was still new but going strong. The previous night, he had spent the night in Eddie’s dorm for the first time and Richie was still floating on cloud nine. He really was so far gone for Eddie it was insane.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Bev asked, bringing Richie out of his lovesick thoughts and he nodded his head. “That’s so sweet. I’m so happy that you’re happy.”

It was their last year of college, and in six months time, they would be graduating and moving on to their adult part of their lives. Richie just hoped when that came around, he and Eddie would still be together and...and possibly talking about getting a place together. He’d never bring that up to Eddie, not unless he wanted to scare him away forever.

“Yeah. I really do, Bev. I really do.”

Bev reached a hand over and squeezed Richie’s hand tight, “Are you seeing him again tonight?” She asked.

Richie nodded his head and gestured to the Deli bar in the coffee shop. “Yeah, he’s at the dance studio at the moment and I promised him I’d take him lunch before we went to see a movie or something. Since we both don’t have classes this afternoon.”

“You guys are so domestic,” Bev laughed. “I think it’s incredibly cute, you taking him lunch.”

Ignoring her, Richie slipped out of the booth and headed to the counter, listing off Eddie’s order for his favourite sandwich. He glanced at the clock, realising that if he left now, he could surprise Eddie with an early lunch and maybe watch him do whatever dance he was practicing in the studio. It wasn’t something that Eddie needed for college, just something he liked to do. Richie didn’t even know what style he practiced, but he was planning on finding out this afternoon.

“As much as I loved this, Bev, I have a boyfriend to deliver lunch to!” Richie grinned and winked, blowing her a kiss as she waved him goodbye.

The studio wasn’t that far from the coffee shop, and Richie walked their faster than a normal person thanks to his long, lanky legs. He pushed open the door, waving hello to the receptionist and headed straight for the stairs. Eddie was on floor five, he had told Richie, and as he stepped into the hallway, the music hit his ears right away. Richie wasn’t sure what he was going to find when he stepped into the dance studio, but what he did find was something that blew his fucking mind.

Eddie Kasprak was moving around the studio to the beat of Gwen Stefani’s “What You Waiting For”, his hands on his hips and his legs kicking at obscene height. His skin was soaked with sweat, his blond curls matted to his forehead as he moved down into the splits and Richie had to hold back a groan. It didn’t help that Eddie was dressed in a black crop top and white short shorts. It was total spank bank material.

He was so busy staring, that he didn’t even properly register that the music had faded and Eddie was staring right at him, his eyebrows raised. There was a silence as they both stared at one another and Richie’s brain caught up with his actions, causing his face to turn bright red. Shit. Shit.

Instead of freaking out and calling Richie out on being a creeper, Eddie just moved up from the floor and crossed his arms, a smirk making its way onto his lips. “Are you just gonna stare?” He asked and something in Richie snapped.

His eyes darkened and he stepped into the room, Eddie’s lunch forgotten as he dumped it by the door. He closed the door to the studio and clicked the lock into place as there was no way he was wanting to be interrupted right now. He was hard in his pants, the bulge very obvious and he watched Eddie’s eyes flash down and back up before he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

A low growl made its way out of Richie’s throat and it almost took him by surprise. They were meant to be going slow, and the last thing Richie wanted was to scare Eddie off by showing his more...dominant side? “Eds- shit,” he started to apologise but Eddie shook his head, cutting him off.

“Don’t, I want this just as much as you do.” He was staring at Richie, his expression probably matching his own. One of pure unadulterated lust.

Richie crossed the studio and pushed Eddie up against the wall, bringing their mouths together in a heated kiss. It was the dirtiest kiss they had shared in their relationship so far, but also the hottest. Eddie’s fingers weaved into his curls, and Richie rocked his hips forward, bringing their aching hard ons together.

Eddie gasped and broke the kiss, giving Richie the opportunity to move his lips down his jaw to his neck, sucking a mark right where Eddie was most sensitive. The hand in his hair tightened and Eddie let out a loud whimper, “F-Fuck R-Rich-”

Pulling back, Richie smirked at Eddie, proud of how flustered the other boy had become just from a few swipes of Richie’s tongue in the right place. “What is it baby? What do you want?” He ran his hands down Eddie’s exposed sides, thanks to the crop top, and settled on his hips, squeezing the skin.

“I- jesus...what’s gotten into you?” Eddie panted, trying to regain some control over the situation but Richie wasn’t having it. He had had way to many wet dreams about Eddie being in this position, and he was going to take full and complete advantage of it.

Not answering Eddie right away, Richie leaned in and kissed him on the lips once more, biting down on his bottom lip and pulling away, earning a light gasp from Eddie in response. “You have no idea how hot you are, do you?” He asked, his voice low and lustful. “To come in here and find you moving around the studio like that, half naked and glistening with sweat like something out of one of my wet dreams.” He nipped on Eddie’s bottom lip again before pulling away.

Eddie’s eyes rolled to the back of his head a little and Richie watched his chest rise and fall as he tried to calm himself down, but failing. “I- fuck...you’re early,” he breathed and Richie moved his lips to Eddie’s ear.

“Did you want me to see you like that? Were you trying to turn me on, on purpose?” He breathed and he felt Eddie’s body shiver as it was pressed up against him. Once again, Richie rolled his lips, grinding their crotches together. He was so painfully hard, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could tease Eddie without getting to the main event.

“M-Maybe?” Eddie panted, opening his eyes properly and staring at Richie. His lips were swollen red and his cheeks flushed. “Are you just going to tease me? Or are you going to do something about the bulges in both of our pants?”

Richie hummed, tilting his head to the side as though he were contemplating it. He turned to look at the door and then to the clock on the wall above their heads, “How long do you have the room for?” He asked.

Eddie swallowed and he looked up also, “At- at least another quarter of an hour?” He mumbled, his voice heavy and desperate. Richie knew Eddie didn’t want to sit and talk about the time, but it was incredibly amusing to watch his boyfriend get all flustered and needy.

“That’s plenty of time,” Richie eventually breathed and he watched Eddie’s face relax in relief. He pursed his lips and tapped the skin of Eddie’s hip, “I want to fuck you, Eds,” he whispered, leaning closer to him once more. “I want to fuck you, and I want you to watch in the mirror as I do it.”

“Holy fuc-” Eddie breathed but Richie cut him off with a kiss and he reached down to hoist Eddie up, wrapping his legs around his waist. The movement pressed their crotches together and he used the opportunity to rock their hips together, panting into each other’s mouths. “R-Richie…” Eddie breathed.

“Yeah baby?” Richie panted against Eddie’s neck, his tongue moving over the mark he had made earlier, which was already beginning to bruise over. “What do you want?”

Eddie whimpered, tugging once more on Richie’s curls, “You- you said you were going to fuck me…”

Slowly, Richie placed Eddie back down on the ground and he got to his knees, his mouth sucking on the bulge in his shorts, leaving a wet patch. He sucked for a few moments, until Eddie was whining above him before he hooked his fingers into the shorts and tugged them down, along with Eddie’s underwear. “Fuck baby, you’re so hard for me. So hot.”

He leaned in, pressing light, teasing, kisses to Eddie’s cock before he wrapped his lips around his tip and took him completely into his mouth. He grinned as Eddie turned to putty above him and he started moving his head faster. He kept going, faster and faster until he felt that Eddie was right on the edge, and he pulled away.

“Ugh- Richie,” Eddie sobbed, his back resting against the wall as he calmed down. “You- fucking tease. I hate you so much.”

Richie laughed, looking up at Eddie’s flustered form and he shook his head, rising to his feet. He leaned in, pressing his lips to Eddie’s in a deep kiss and he grinned, pulling away, “No, no, you really don’t, do you baby? You love me, and my mouth and my teasing.”

Eddie whimpered and Richie ran a finger over Eddie’s shaft, laughing once more at the shiver it got out of Richie. “Richie please,” he gasped. “Please- please fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

All teasing went out the window at the tone of Eddie’s begging and he nodded his head, kissing him once more. They kissed for a while, tongues moulding with one another and Richie gasped as Eddie twisted his fingers back into his curls and pulled extra hard. He pulled away, and walked away from Eddie to pick up his bag, pulling out lube and a condom. “Came prepared,” he laughed.

“I have never been so happy to find you carrying lube and a condom in you bag,” Eddie laughed, still flushed as Richie walked back over to him, kissing him once more. Fuck he loved kissing Eddie, so fucking much. He had such soft lips that sent shivers down Richie’s spine whenever they met.

Carefully, Richie turned Eddie around and he pressed his hands against the wall, and he bent down to spread Eddie’s ass cheeks apart, licking his lips at the side. He really wanted to bury his mouth in his ass, but he knew that that might tip Eddie over the edge too soon, and he really wanted to be buried inside of him as quick as he could.

Richie wasted no time stretching Eddie open, twisting his fingers and thrusting them in and out, aiming for his prostate. On one particular thrust, Richie curled his fingers and Eddie let out a deep groan from right in his throat and he knew he’d found it. After that, Richie made it is mission to aim for that spot over and over again until Eddie was reaching for him, sobs and gasps leaving his lips.

“Please, please, please,” Eddie sobbed, his whole body trembling and Richie pulled his fingers out, turning Eddie back around and kissing him deeply, licking into his mouth. “Fuck me,” he groaned into Richie’s mouth.

In a quick movement, Richie unwrapped the condom and slipped it on before kneeling down to pick Eddie back up. He waited until his legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and he lined up with Eddie’s hole, slipping into him in one swift movement. “Fuck, Eds...you’re so tight…”

Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck, clinging to him tightly as he adjusted to being filled up. Richie felt him tap his back when he was ready to move and Richie pulled out, thrusting back in and grinning as he knocked the breath out of Eddie. “R-Rich..”

“I’ve got you, Eds,” Richie breathed into his ear, picking up a pace, thrusting into Eddie at a steady rhythm. “Just- look in the mirror. Watch yourself fall apart as I fuck you.” He felt Eddie lift his head, resting it on his shoulder as he began to watch his reflection in the mirror opposite them.

Richie began to thrust harder and faster, this time with purpose. He wasn’t sure he was going to last long, not with the image of Eddie from earlier still imprinted in his mind, and the fact that they were fucking in a semi-public place. He was so fucking turned on, and knowing Eddie was watching the whole thing in the mirror was making it all that much harder to keep in control of himself.

Knowing that his orgasm was only a few thrusts away, Richie reached down to wrap his hand around Eddie’s shaft, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “I’m so close, Eds. I want- fuck, come with me Eds. can you do that?”

“Y-Yes!” Eddie gasped, tightening his legs around Richie’s waist as his breathing came out in harsh pants. After the few times they had had sex, as vanilla as it might have been, Richie had learned that Eddie was close when his breathing became like that. “M’ so close!”

“Come for me Eds,” Richie breathed in his ear and he grinned, holding off his own orgasm as Eddie spilled all over his hand and stomach. He continued to thrust a few times before he came into the condom, clinging on to Eddie for dear life.

They basked in the afterglow for a whole minute before they realised that they were still in the studio, stark naked, and they had five minutes to vacate before the next person showed up. Richie hissed and pulled out of Eddie, settling him down on the ground and discarding of the messy condom in a bag and he shoved it into his backpack to dispose of when they got outside. He scrambled to pull his clothes on and turned to look at Eddie, who was slipping his shorts, his cheeks flushed.

“That was so hot,” Richie breathed, moving over and pulling Eddie into his arms, kissing him deeply. “You’re so hot.”

“We need to leave before someone comes in here and figures out what we’ve been up to,” Eddie mumbled when they parted, reaching for his bag and offered a stretched out hand to Richie. “Come on then, Casanova. Take me out to dinner and maybe you’ll get a round two.”

Richie had never moved his legs fast enough. He was one lucky fucking bastard.

* * * * *

@richietoaster @tozier-boy @eds-trashmouth @bitchbrak @sloppybitchreddie @its-stranger-than-you-think @maximusfraker @jem-carstairs-is-perfection @thejadeazalea @halfway-happy353 @tinyarmedtrex @inthebreadbinwrites @kat-ships-everything @takeourpure @lo-v-ers @mrs-vh @studpuffin @s-s-georgie @reddie-for-anything @trashmouthtozierr @richietoizer @girasol-eddie @bi-bi-richie @honeybeehanlon @mars-14 @reddiesetandgo @marsisaplanetyall @xandertheundead @sedanleystanley @hawkinsbabe @beepbeeprichiellc @stellarbisexual @oldguybones @thundercatseddie @eduardoandale @purplepoisonedgem @reddie-to-cryy @pink-psychic @violetreddie @fuzzylogik @queen-sock @appojoos @moonlightrichie @rreddies @disneyfan567 @annxmatron @lifesucksheres20bucks @anellope @roobarrtrashmouth @are-you-reddie-for-it @callmechee @nancynwheeler @reddieforlove @twoidiotsinl0ve @madi-artist @tozierking

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #notsfw #writing tag

357 notes · View notes

vanillerosegold · 6 years

Text

Fury | Yandere!Reiner x Reader | AoT Yandere Anthology

WARNING: This is a Yangire/Yandere fic! It's purely fiction and only meant as entertainment, but these darker themes are present so please be advised! Hope you enjoy ^^ Two golden eyes stared. You were like a butterfly. So beautiful and delicate. So swift and quick when you used your 3DMG. So...fragile. Like he could reach out and crush you with one fist. Rip your wings off if you tried to get away from him. He shook his head and swallowed thickly, looking down. These dark thoughts had been getting to him recently, and he didn't know why. He knew he was bipolar, and he knew he had this side to him that he never wanted to show anyone. A frightening side that he wanted to deny existed when he was feeling sane. The soldier was a noble man, a big brother to the smaller Survey Corps members. Someone who could be relied on, especially in a pinch. The warrior was cruel and ruthless, happy to kill and obliterate whatever needed destroying, so long as he got what he wanted. You were something he wanted desperately, and it was as if that warrior within him was just ready to climb out and take hold of his skin at any moment. When you came near him he could feel that urge to reach out and grab your wrist in his hand. Pull you close for a hug or even a tender kiss if you let him. Break it if you tried to pull away. It would be so easy too. As he raised his weary head and looked across the training grounds, he could see how hard you were slashing at that small wooden target with your blades. Kudos to you, for boy were you working up a sweat out there, and you certainly knew what you were doing. Not good enough to be offered a spot in the Military Police, granted, but who wanted that anyway? Especially not him, considering you'd only have been separated if that had happened. No, it was better to have you here now, where he could admire your strength while at the same time know it would mean nothing against someone like him. There was a reason why he was only ever paired up against either someone who was close to his size or Annie when they were all sparring. A petite little thing like you, someone who wasn't a murder machine like that ice princess? Well...you'd be ruined. He bit down on his nails and picked at them anxiously while he continued sitting on the sidelines. This was just spare practice so Shadis only came by now and again to check up on things. He claimed to Bert that he was going for a drink of water, and yes, he'd downed a little while here, but it was primarily a move he had made to get closer to you. Watch you. Watch you ceaselessly. Wonder what you would look like in his bed. If only. Reiner knew you didn't love him. You were smitten with Armin and that much was so fucking obvious it made him sick. Your type was clearly the exact opposite of how he was himself. Armin was small, delicate, intellectually inclined. He liked discussing books and bird types with you, picking flowers to make into little crowns for the top of your head. Reiner was none of those things, he did none of those things. He was tall and brawn, muscled and intimidating. Most of the time he had an expression like he was less than subtly pissed off, and he certainly couldn't have pointed out the difference between a bluebird and a bluebell. It was a competition he couldn't win. Which was why that side of him was so adamant. He could just...take you by force, couldn't he? Grab some rope, grab you, find a quiet spot and bingo. Keep you there forever where no big-eyed blondie could follow. The danger was that he was afraid to even put his hands on you at this point. The burning desire had seethed there for too long, unspoken of and unreleased, to the point where he felt he might flip out and hurt you somehow if you even came close to him. A butterfly could be so easily killed. You weren't on his death list. You were something he lived for, so even when it came time for him and his Titan companions to tear this whole world down, he'd rescue you from the rubble. You and only you. Then you'd be together alone. Too bad that was a long way off from now. He had to bide his time and play pretend, all the while desperately wanting to fast forward to that moment where he could hold you in his palms. It would be all the easier at Titan size too, to just make you do whatever he wanted. Maybe it wasn't fair to toy with something so much smaller...but treating you like a doll would be perfect. Only then would you truly be his own, his property, his completely. His possession. Right now you really were like some gorgeous bug he couldn't catch, flittering around freely no matter where he swung his net. His fists clenched by his sides and he made himself stand up. Better to leave now, things were wrapping up and he didn't want you to see him hanging around like this. He picked up his water canister and turned to go- “Reiner!” His whole world froze. Just like that, the part of himself he hated so was whispering cruelly in his ear. “Here she is...let's say hi...” His lips pursed, teeth emerging just to bite down on the bottom and tug it taut beneath. He drew slight blood but didn't care. He just didn't want to turn around and see you. Yet at the same time he did. He wanted to look at your face, your body, imprint every pore in his mind so he might never forget it. “Reiner, are you okay?” Your hand touched the middle of his back and you immediately noticed how tense he was. He almost seemed to be quivering. “...Did you overwork yourself?” your voice showed evident concern, as you shifted around to try and look at his face. When you caught sight of his profile you were alarmed. His jaw was clenched so tight his teeth must have been grinding together, you could see it by the line. His lips were an uneven wiggle, as if he were struggling to hold back a laugh, or a maniacal grin perhaps. His eyes showed that same mania too, one pin-prick pupil snapping over to the corner just so he could see you. There wasn't a hint of that gold anymore. Cautiously, you moved your hand away from him and took a step back. The tall blonde looked fit to combust, like he was barely holding something within. It was quite frightening, normally he was so calm and stoic, you had never seen him this way before. “R...Reiner?” That's it. Say my name again. “...” Oh wait. You will. Plenty of times... “...” Reiner turned slowly. That expression didn't change much initially, but suddenly that mouth of his split apart into a grin that chilled you right through. Never had you seen him look so deranged, and suddenly every instinct in your body was screaming for you to run. An excuse. You'd give him an excuse, and leave. Whatever was happening right now, you wanted no part in it. “I-I should...I was meeting Armin after practice, so I should really-” “Go?” Reiner finally spoke. It was his deep and rumbling voice, certainly, but something was off about it, just like his expression. Like something inside him had been tilted sharply. As if there were some force pressing and pushing to emerge, and it was slowly starting to show itself bit by bit. “Y-yes-” “Go meet Armin? Oh...I'm not surprised.” Reiner took a calm step towards you, and you would have stepped back had sudden fear not frozen you in place. These were the same alarm bells that went off whenever you saw a Titan. And honestly, with that hungry expression, he kind of looked like one now. Your eyes darted over to the training area instead. Your blades weren't easily accessed, they were way over there with your cloak and water bottle. You would have tried to think of some different plan had Reiner's hand on your cheek not snapped you back to reality. “No-!!” you squeaked and immediately clutched his wrist with both hands and shut eyes, as he gently pressed his fingers against your skin. Yet his voice spoke sweetly to you: “Don't be afraid [Y/N]. Look...I'm treating you so gently.” Hesitating, you slowly loosened your grip and looked up at him. It was as if you had imagined his change from before. Like it had just been an illusion brought on by exhaustion. Perhaps it only had been. He certainly looked like himself again, even a little softer than usual. His features were quite hard and carved, but they looked more loving now. This was another side you hadn't seen from him before, but it was far better than that other...thing. “...Reiner...what's going on with you?” you asked him nervously, as he cupped your cheek fully. His large hand wasn't going away, you knew that much, but at least he wasn't doing anything bad with it. “Nothing really. I've just been missing you lately. You seem to be spending a lot of time with Armin after all, so things have been very distant between us.” Little had you noticed until right now, Reiner's shadow upon you had grown by a bit. He was much closer than before, and when you shifted even slightly you could feel the bark of a tree behind you, bumping your spine. You'd been so startled you hadn't even noticed him cornering you in this small forest by the training grounds. Those blades were even further away now. “Well you've been making it distant too. I mean...y-you kind of went silent on me-” That silence greeted you now. It was like before, only even eerier. You kept your head down, not wanting to look up at his face, not wanting to see that furiously insane visage again. You didn't want it to be real after all. His hand stroked your cheek gently and you cringed a little. Reiner was handsome, capable, but you couldn't love him, not when you had Armin. Yes...Armin was who you had fallen for. Maybe in another life you could have been with this tough fellow, but in this lifetime you were taken by the gentle charms of Armin. Nobody else. You shut your eyes and just admitted it before things went any further. It would be enough to just be honest, right? “I'm sorry Reiner, but I can't! I have a boyfr--” The world spun. At first you didn't know what had happened. Everything was sky and sand and sky again, a whirlpool of varying colours. Then finally that same sand came rushing up to kiss you, and you slammed down against it with a wheeze. Turning your head and coughing, you came to realize that you'd been chucked halfway towards where you'd been doing your training, not too far from the benches. Your neck ached and throbbed. That was how he grabbed you. Turning on your back and trembling to sit up, you whimpered and cowered as you saw Reiner right there, the darkness falling across you again. However blue the sky might have been, it turned grey right then and there, as if it's mood had suddenly shifted. A pair of practically glowing golden eyes stared down at you from that stormy backdrop, and you heard a couple of bony cracks. That grin was back again. “We haven't had a chance to spar yet, have we [Y/N]?"

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #reiner #reiner braun #yandere #xreader

59 notes · View notes

misformarvel · 6 years

Text

Three: choices (part II)

Part II of “Three”. I really need to get better at the whole naming thing.

Tom Holland x reader x Harrison Osterfield.

Warnings: my shitty use of the English language. Angst, toxic relationship, cursing, things heating up, idk.

A/N: Tom, if you ever read this, this is so not what I think of you babe, I love you.

Also, this isn’t the end. First, because I don’t really like the course the story had taken. Second, because I think there are things that should be better explained. Third, because I think It’ll be ok to make a fic named “Three” a three-part fic, lol.

As I said I don’t really like this “chapter” but let’s hope you guys do and we can get a decent final episode for this telenovela, haha.

Part I link

***

No tone. Nobody answered the fucking phone. Not even Y/N. Harrison tried with Tom. Neither him. A thousand thoughts running through his aching mind.

“No one then?” Maria was cleaning the bar for the last time, her shift was over, it was time to go home.

“Nope, apparently I don’t have any friends”

“What about your family then? A brother, a cousin?” She was really worried about the blond guy, he looked like a mess.

“No, n-no way. Well, maybe my sister. No, not my sister. Don’t want my mum to know I’m like this”. His headache was growing in intensity. Haz remembered he came in his own car, he didn’t want to share a ride with the lovebirds.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Maria yelled at him as soon as she noticed he was playing with the car keys. “There's no way you get into that car in this state”.

“I can’t leave the car here. It’s not really mine and if something happens to the bloody car my agent will kill me”.

“Well, better to be killed by your agent than drive this drunk and end up killing yourself or even worst, someone else”.

Haz was getting pissed. With himself for ignoring Maria when she told him to stop drinking, with Y/N for not answering his calls and messages, with Tom for being an arse, and with Maria for caring about him. After all, who the hell is Maria?

“Do you know how…” he said, shaking the keys on her face.

“What!?” She said, getting a little tired of dealing with another drunk guy.

“Could you drive me home please?” now he was using all of his charms. She saw it in his movies. Maria crooked an eyebrow and Haz smirked a little. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the keys. She practically had to drag him out of the club, the boy could barely stand on his feet.

“Okay, Harrison, where do you live then?” the girl asked while she adjusted her seatbelt. She didn’t get an answer. Harrison fell asleep as soon as she placed him in the passenger seat.

God, I’m trying to be a nice person, why’d you make this so hard for me?

“C’mon Haz, wake up, you haven’t told me where do you live!” Maria softly slapped Harrison’s cheeks, trying to “resuscitate” him. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this”. She tried to reach his left pocket, searching for his phone. “I must be driving completely insane,” the thought out loud. Harrison was still fast asleep, it looked more like he had passed out. “Ok prince charming, got your phone, I’ll need your thumb now. That’s it… unblocked. Gotta tell I’m a fucking genius”.

A little bit annoyed by her own rambling, María put the seatbelt on again and searched for the address on his phone. Thankfully the place was quite near, about twenty minutes apart from the club.

“Wh-What happened!? Where am I!?”

“Good morning sleeping-beauty” the attractive girl leans a little bit into him. He was hella confused, but surprisingly, he remembered her.

Still sore and dizzy, Haz asked Maria one last favor, to walk him upstairs. “How did we even get here?” he mumbled astonished by how quickly they arrived at his flat.

“Well, I got my methods” she laughed nervously. “I had to take your phone from your pocket”

“Huh, so you got your hands on my pocket,” Harrison said with a cheeky grin. “Don’t blush sweetheart, I’m just messing with you. Thank you so so much for this”.

The young pair finally arrived at the boy’s flat. Maria walked slowly beside him, still holding Harrison by his arm. She couldn’t believe what was happening, it was so fucking surreal. It’s not like she had a crush on him, but she totally did a couple of years before. She remembered so well how obsessed with him her friends were in high school. They’d totally freak out when she told them. Actually, she wasn’t sure about telling someone.

“So, this is my, this is my” Harrison pointed a white double door.

“End of the tour, I guess”. María looked at him like it was the last time she would, taking her time to admire one last time all of his perfect features. He was a mess from the rough night he had, but was still incredibly beautiful, just like in the movies.

“I know you’ve done enough for a lifetime without even know me but, I’d really like you to come in and grab some coffee. I’ll call you a cab, I, I’ll pay for it too”.

“I don’t think is a good idea, Harrison,” she said, a little bit sad it was going to end, but the sooner she’ll back to her normal life, the less she’ll miss being Harrison Osterfield’s guardian.

“Mar, I insist” He begged, holding her hands, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

***

All her life Y/N wanted things she couldn’t have. Her mother used to say it was impossible, she had everything a person could ever want.

It was always the same. He loved her, he made her feel wanted. She felt like he was her entire world. Then he gets mad at some stupid, meaningless thing. They yelled and hurt each other's feelings. But after the storm, he’d be back, apologizing for being a jerk and inviting her to come back to him. She feels safe, loved and wanted until the cycle restarts again.

Tom’s rage disappeared. He looked sad now. He wanted so bad to go back to that peaceful moment before the storm. Why’d she had to bring Haz into that place. A place that was actually a moment, a moment that was so sacred to him. He hated Haz, but he loved Haz. After all, he was his best friend.

“I know I did exaggerate, but please let me make it up to you, Y/N. Please?”

“I don’t care if you feel sorry now. Do you know how you made me feel?” Y/N was hurt. She really loves Tom, she always did. When they first met she thought she’d never had a chance, and now they were together and she was so happy. Until she had to open her damn mouth.

“I... I love you Y/N. I don’t want to share you with anyone. I definitely don’t want to share you with him anymore”.

“The fuck are you saying?”

“Y/N... It has always been the three of us. Can’t we just be two for once?”

“Be honest with yourself. Are we even a thing? You’re technically hiding me”. Y/N felt a knot forming in her throat, locking her words inside. She was trembling, trying so hard to do not cry again, not in front of him.

“You know I’m doing this because people will freak out and they won’t leave us alone. Plus they’re obsessed with you and him being a thing. They’ll hate you. Going public would destroy your career right now”. Tom sounded calm and analytic as if they weren’t in the middle of their worst crisis yet.

He was practically asking her to cut off Haz.

“But screw them” he added. “I don’t give a damn about press, our publicists, the fans… I, I only care about you and me Y/N”. Tom closes the gap between them, forcing Y/N into his embrace, resting his forehead on hers. She melted at his touch, she always did. She was asking him to be hers and forget about the world. Yet it was easier than what he asked, be his and forget about the only person that has always been there for her.

“I love you Tom” She hesitatingly tried to reach his face, her hands trembling a little. He intercepted her movements, taking her hands on his and kissing both of them. He was so smitten, Y/N couldn’t resist that image. She loved him so much. There was nothing she wouldn’t give up to be with him. Tom grabbed her face and looked deep into her eyes. Words were unnecessary. He knew he had won. Y/N was already sorry for the words she’ll pronounce. “I’m not gonna talk to him anymore”.

“But love, the movie...”. Tom’s excitement disguised in worry. He knew how hard it would be to tear their friendship apart, but he was determined.

“I think is the best for all of us. If he can’t understand we are together, well, he’s not worthy of our friendship”. Y/N listened to her own words in disbelief. What was she doing? Haz did absolutely nothing.

“You know what, let me talk to him. You don’t have to worry. We’ll fix this”. He pressed his lips on hers, not lovingly, but reaffirming he was in total control of her. “And then we’ll see if we can tell everyone about us”.

***

“You don’t have to do this”. A badly injured Captain Smith rested on the nursery’s litter. Y/N’s character, Eliza, had to clean the wounds on his abdomen. She could notice the goosebumps she was inducing to Haz, every time her hands lowered down his toned torso. She tried to swallow the knot in her throat, the nervousness taking her down at the thought of her most recent fight with Tom.

-”Y/N! Your lines darling!”

Director’s words took her out of her trance. She gave a little jump, everyone in set noticing she was long gone from there.

-”CUT! Let’s give her a moment”. The director let out with a frustrated sigh. The woman guessed something was wrong but didn’t want to confront the actors yet.

-”What’s wrong with you today? It’s the third time we have to take a break because you seem to be on Uranus” Harrison point out, clearly pissed by her attitude.

Y/N looked down and whispered “None of your business”, Haz propped out of the litter, trying not to soil everything with the fake blood, and glanced at her with incredulity.

-”Ok, I think we need to come clean Y/N, we’re friends, and we have a film to shoot. So, please, be honest. Did I make something to fuck up things between us?”.

Y/N looked away. She didn’t want to confront him about how weird he was acting since she was with Tom. Neither ask him if he was in love with her, as she thought out loud the other day before starting all this drama.

“I’m your friend Y/N. I’ll always be. I know I may have been a little bit of a dickhead lately. But it’s hard to me to see you together. Thridweeling it’s not okay with me. Also, I don’t like the way you’re dealing with all this hiding your relationship thing. It’s absurd. If you’re dating Tom and you’re happy about it you shouldn’t be leaving the club 30 minutes after he did and using another exit. Maybe I’m mistaken and maybe I shouldn’t interfere with your relationship, but I love you guys. And I think you’ll hurt each other”

Silence took place after Haz. His friend looked directly at him for the first time in the day. About to burst into tears, Y/N almost threw herself at his arms.

“I’m the one who’s a dickhead Haz. For a moment I even thought you had a thing for me and I… I told him and he got so mad at me Haz. It’s us who’ve been dickheads towards you” she sobbed, holding him close. “I even thought you had a thing for me” that’s all he heard. “Me too,” he told to himself.

Y/N broke the hug to notice she soiled her nurse uniform and started to laugh nervously, her contagious giggles making grow the grin on Harrison’s face.

“We good now, I suppose”. The blond guy softly punched his friend arm. She nodded and hit him back.

“Yeah, I guess we’re good” Y/N replied, whipping off some tears.

The director calls them back to set, instantly getting that things were fixed between them and they could finally road the scenes they’ve programmed for the day.

“Blood looking good on your suit Nurse Eliza” she said to Y/N, quickly winking at her.

***

Tom and Y/N were alright. Sometimes he would make some rude comments about how much time she shared with Haz on set, but he couldn’t go too far because Y/N’s mom makes sure to keep him in line. All that woman cared about was Y/N’s public image and she would not tolerate a scandal, that’s why they all agreed they would keep their relationship out of the public eye until the release of Harrison and Y/N’s movie. It worked as a “pilot” for their romance as well. Ursula, her mom, was convinced Tom was just another one of her daughter’s whims and she wanted to test them as a couple, to see if it was convenient to launch them as the next big thing.

It was hard for Y/N, because everyone was pushing her to do things she wasn’t completely sure of. Her days with Tom were happy, as long as nobody mentioned Haz in front of him. Don’t fool yourself, Tom was still being friends with Harrison and going out with him to bars and UFC nights, but as he did with Y/N, Tom treated Haz like shit as soon as someone asked the blond guy why wasn’t she there with them. Harrison wasn’t having it, so he tried to avoid Tom, but, also as he did with Y/N, he always came back apologizing and making promises of being a good friend for him, as in the good ol’ times.

The shooting was a real challenge for Harrison. He cursed himself and his agent for getting him into such a mess. Every time he had to kiss her, touch her, fictionally made love to her, Harrison was regretting having that part. He was also regretting to never have had the guts to made a move on her. He laughed at himself for respecting those absurd codes Tom didn’t.

“Okay, so I really like Y/N” a young boy once said to his best mate.

“Aye mate, she’s fit. But we both fancy her, so I guess none of us is getting it”.

They were 16. Y/N was already world-wide famous and way out of their league. Even tho, she not just noticed them, she made them part of her life. It has been like that for the past 14 years. The three of them. But now Tom wanted something different, and deep inside him, Harrison wanted it too.

***

“Wow, so much chemistry! Tell me some of this is reflected on the big screen!”.

“Sure. I mean, when you have to play a role like ours, where you need to recreate such a special and tight bond, I think the best thing that could ever happen is to do it with someone you already have something special. For me, to be in this movie with my best friend is amazing, a wonderful experience”. Y/N was nervous but she could handle this scenario as a true professional. Harrison proudly nodded at every single word of her little speech.

“Guys, seriously, look at you, this can’t be just a friendship”

-”Actually, we’re not just friends. We’re family. But let me stop you there before you keep addressing dating rumours, Y/N’s taken”. Harrison smiled all the time, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Trembling, Y/N had to reset her mind quickly, for the reporter would be avid to know who was the lucky one. “Y-Yeah, I… I’m in a relationship” was all she could say.

“Wow, that’s a scoop! Y/N finally got herself a sweetheart” the young woman let out a small giggle, followed by Harrison, who kept a hand pressed on the small of Y/N’s back, making sure she wouldn’t run away.

“Yes, she’s dating our friend Tom. For half a year now, actually”. It’s over now, you fucking moron, Harrison was enjoying to finish Tom’s charade.

“Tom frigging Holland!?” Wow wow wow, so all this time we’ve been playing the fools thinking you were dating the wrong friend! This is the hottest reveal of the year!” it was too much to process for the young journalist, she was expecting to make just a cute interview to this Hollywood sweethearts and found something way better. It was way harder to process to Y/N, who felt like she was about to faint.

“We wanted to take it slow, you know, because we’ve been friends for so long. Thankfully we have all of our friends support, especially yours” she faced Harrison. Y/N Y/L/N wouldn't let anyone humiliate her, not even Harrison. He nodded in response, a satisfactory grin on his face, unknowingly she was having the reaction he expected from her. It wasn't Haz intention to bother Y/N. Thomas was the target of this little number he was giving to the press.

“So where's Tom tonight? His girlfriend and best friend are premiering a movie that it's said gonna be a complete success” those words echoed in Y/N’s ears. She didn't know where he was exactly. He told her about a super secret Marvel project, but he had always shared Marvel secrets with her.

“Oh he couldn’t make it tonight, he’s working and he was terribly sorry this afternoon when we talked but it’s alright. It’s part of our jobs”. Y/N stated, she was dealing with the interview as well as she could but wanted it to end as soon as possible.

“Yeah it’s a real shame, we love Tom, it would be nice to have him with us tonight” Harrison finished the interview with those words. Y/N’s mom was in the nine cloud. The news of Y/N and Tom’s romance were on every social media. That was something good because everyone was talking about her and all press is good press, although, Ursula was a little bit pissed because she wasn’t in control of it. The publicists freaked out, they started to receive hundreds of offers and every media wanted an exclusive interview with the new Hollywood power couple. Anna Wintour herself texted Ursula to offer Y/N the iconic September issue of Vogue. Harrison gave her an early Christmas present. She barely noticed her daughter was about to have a breakdown. Harrison realized he acted blinded by the ressentiment growing between him and Tom “What have I done?” he asked himself, deeply sorry about ruining his friend’s special night.

“I’m sorry” he murmured before the movie started playing, and held her hand the entire time.

“I’m not ready to hear you’re sorry” she responded. And it was the last words he heard from her for the rest of the night.

***

“Two weeks. Only two weeks and he couldn’t keep it in his pants”

Y/N wasn’t listening. She didn’t care her mom’s reaction. She didn’t care about every fucking site posting those pictures. She didn’t care about her fanbase talking about how Harrison would have never done that to her. Because Harrison did. If he wouldn’t open his mouth in the premiere’s night, the humiliation wouldn’t be public, and it would have made it a lot more bearable.

She took her keys and texted her security detail. She was not going to stay one more second with Ursula ranting about how Tom ruined everything for them and how she ruined her career. It was just her boyfriend cheating. She was not found guilty of a child’s murder or something like that. She was just another girl who had fallen on his web. Pun not intended.

The ride to Harrison’s place was quiet. She found a couple of minutes of peace. Brandon, her bodyguard was explaining her a strategy he diagramed to avoid paparazzi once they arrive. She couldn’t pay attention to him, no matter how much she tried. Her mind was all over those pictures of Tom kissing and hugging a mysterious girl in Hawaii, while he supposedly should be reshooting some scenes in Marvel’s studios in Atlanta.

“We’re here Y/N. Did you get our plan?”

She didn’t reply. As soon as she put a foot outside the car paps were all over her. She looked down and made her way to the building. Lucky she had a key.

Harrison heard the knock at the door. He hasn’t talked to her but he was waiting for Y/N anyways. The blond man took a deep breath before opening his front door, preparing himself to deal with a broken Y/N.

-”You bloody moron, you did. You ruined my life, you ruined my life” she punched him as many times as she could before collapsing into his arms. He held her tightly, scratching her scalp while rubbing her back and whispering that he was sorry and that everything was going to be alright.

-”Why did you tell everyone we were dating? If you didn’t I would not be so exposed now, I wouldn’t have to stand my mother blaming me for all this. I would not be the poor idiot in front of everyone” Y/N recriminated to Harrison between sobs and screams. She continued beating him and he was still having her in a hug.

They remained in silence for a couple of minutes until she stopped shaken, calmed down by the sound of his heartbeats. She started caressing Harrison’s arms with the gem of her fingers. Softly, up and down tracing patterns on her friend’s skin. He didn’t let go of her, now rounding her delicate form with his arms, resting his crossed hands on the small of her back.

She found peace for a moment. The peace she was looking for in the car trip. The peace she needed when she picked up her keys and left her mom talking on her own. Is him she thought. He is my peaceful place.

Y/N placed a timid, almost imperceptible kiss on his collarbone. Then her lips started their way to the sweet spot on his neck. Haz titled his dead a bit, succumbing to temptation. How many times he daydreamed with this moment.

“Y/N no, please stop,” Harrison said, do not believing the words slipping from his lips. “You don’t want this and neither I” he added while gently pushed her to separate their bodies.

Y/N insisted, kisses were gaining in eagerness, getting sloppier and wetter. Her lips traveled from his neck to his earlobe, to bite it softly and murmur sweet nothings into his ear.

Harrison woke up from his trance before it was too late when a door slammed behind them.

“Listen to me kid. You better go back from where you came”. Y/N didn’t recognize the young brunette who came out from Harrison’s bedroom wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and boxers. “You had your shot and you choose the cheating bastard”. Harrison gulped at the sight of Maria, leaving their now shared bedroom to claim him for herself.

-”Who the fuck are you?” Y/N said, trying to compose herself from the rollercoaster of emotions running through her body and mind.

-”I’m the one who’s gonna kick you out, darling. You’ve hurt this man enough. C’mon. Get out” Maria stated, now resting her back on the doorframe, looking and feeling cooler and more badass than ever.

Ashamed by her actions, with her mind and spirit blurred, Y/N ran away from the apartment.

-”Well, you need new friends now I guess”. Maria said a little bit discouraged, resting her palm on Haz’s shoulder while his gaze was glued to the door Y/N let open.

-”At least I have you” Harrison whispered, before lifting her up and take her back to the bedroom between giggles and kisses.

***

Taglist of lovely people who might be interested in this :)

@quicksoldier @alexanderstarhero @bluelalal @sweetdreamsaremadeofthis27 @osterhollandfan @maggiexxnyd @babykaykay2000 @daringbanshee @dreams-in-different-colours @peterspanish @hufflepuff-always-and-forever @arctltaylor @overlywhelmedfangirl @melncholytea @dazedparker @s0uthsideh0e @just-danishgirl @somanyfandomsyall @ma99i3 @charlotte-gcwd @mckaylab25 @iamanhotcheeto @violet1234 @bitchofaesthetics @sukmytoe @urmoonchildisliving @parkerrpeterr @heysoiguessthisisme @rowena-ravenclaw48 @joanpet28 @come-on-peter @iron-spiderr @utautattooedghoul @kaesohatian1025 @broxklynbabe @the-filipina-reader @even-bitch-naesheim @dobby-is-a-fr33-elf @accioparker @the-claire-bitch-project @justanotherfangirl2015 @reynaavilaramirezarellanoslays @me-a-hopeless-romantic @dotcomdotdot @safetypin-inspace @blueberry2244 @sadderdazing @notevenemma @shnowi @bringmethemochi @multi-fandom-smut @evolutionofkatep @let-my-ship-sail @maggiexcrawford @timmyychalamett @idkkstyles @beth-jayne @ilmasmile @our-love-drunk-stuff @dereknuriel38 @breeherondale @ellabella1238 @valecerron @sunkissedmarii @supernaturallover2002 @hollandbaby @rosegoldpavi @noisydreamereclipseflower @cringyholland @damnitnickname amandapeperoni @downtownderry @kasia-fields @luajoseph @hopefulwombatblizzard-blog @hisfreckleshaveconstellations @makeilakayhoran @steven-g-rogers @mckynleigh @badbehavlor @smelloffreshbooks @sel-couthe @superstilesstarkidpotter @mehnotenoughtime@maleenacaceres @maddistyles17 @curlshawnholland @softieholland @sholla4-314 @thebansheeoriginal @aelieknox @julezgeckoz @jhaselguaman @postapocalyptic14 @daylightcasey @abahena2020 @whattafandoms @tangledwithlife @pinkunicornv0dka @one-direction-readables @hollyrobinson-16 @imlonelywow @patron-saintof-sluts @beautifulhoror @kelsee-18 @it-is-allyzza @letherebefics @bethanystan @jessicamcguire @saltysavvyyy29 @eaheo @lianaasunderlin @itzlittlesnowflake @aspire-for-love @torontomaplefucks @watchfordropbears @caramellfantasys @whatisdagurl @tomoysterfield @dumb-and-dumber- @mrz23-3 @rougepsycoangel @dickegg @amyrolfe @atcaitsxoxo @kattyjane120 @beccis18 @infinityonfiction @baby-baker @ridingspidey @puezzy @superspookyhoe @tomhollandimangines@natalie-halder01 @rinalolz @kiarasoteriouxoxx @sweet-beliefs @dr-tardis-who @no-username9 @deepy-weepy@curlshawnholland @marmar20089 @ffsstilinski @missinglaheys @hauntedholyground @lenahathunger @ohdamnerons @ineedacatchyname @khaleahcute4 @ale-giustarini @the-bedazzled-ironman @secretartisansoulgoop @jordiee95 @fuckyou-imspiderman @losst-inwonderland @d0ntp4n1c @princess-chocolate-drop @syynnaah @spidergirlwanab @lets--be-honest @sadsinners @magical-fandomsl@nicolecarolinama @i-keep-craving-craving @delia2004jones @emistrash @stephie-senpai @peeterparkr @lilyholland @i-keep-craving-craving @arya-di-angelo @clairesrainbow

#tom holland fic #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield fic #harrison osterfield smut

75 notes · View notes

shawnsgrowingpains · 6 years

Text

For the best

word count: 1310

warnings: some curse words i think? and suckish writing.

also, i wrote this a while back but I edited it and fixed some errors. This was originally for Shawn Mendes but you can imagine it for whoever you’d like. ;)

I’d be lying if I say that you’re completely out of my mind. I could still feel something every time I hear the song that we’d usually sing in your car. It would still give me butterflies whenever I drive through the park where we had our first date. It was all simple, we both like simple. We we’re both pretty low-key. Movies and pizza, hikes with our dogs, playing pranks at each other, spontaneous road trips while having our own concert inside, midnight walks, binge watching bob’s burger on a school night, our little debates like how to properly peel a banana, or if pineapples truly deserve to be a pizza topping, or anything random or stupid. We were kids in love, the cheesiest high school couple. Unlike every other teen couple, we never had petty fights. Jealousy was never an issue. All we felt was love; pure love. We had our own little bubble. We really didn’t care about anything else, no matter how much we make our friends feel uncomfortable, or how much people are ‘cringing’ out of our clingy-ness—(if that’s even a word.) We were inseparable, and we we’re happy. So what went wrong?

One day, we were suddenly impatient with each other. We would call each other names, have unnecessary sassy, rude comebacks. Then suddenly we’re screaming at each other over the most ridiculous things. It was both affecting us emotionally, but we both didn’t want to admit it. Until it all got worse. Now we’re hurting each other physically. From slamming doors to throwing things at each other. It wasn’t a healthy relationship anymore. We were both toxic for each other. It lasted for another year, probably thinking we couldn’t live without each other. We really thought we had this all figured out. We chose to get over the fact that we were screaming more than having a real conversation. We denied the fact that we weren’t good for each other anymore; because we were madly smitten. I mean, the pain that we we’re feeling was normal. We needed some fight just like normal couples. Its normal to get hurt when we love, right? False, love shouldn’t be like this. It’s not supposed to hurt like this.

Then one night, you got mad at me for watching one episode of Bob’s burger without you. It was all funny and shit until it literally turned into shit. We started yelling at each other and bringing things up, until we’re now fighting about global warming and the nuclear bomb. We started blaming each other for the things that we didn’t have control over. We both managed to connect things and just put the blame on each other, which is freaking insane. Now, it’s about the universities that we’re applying in, and distance, and how time will affect us and then how we’re never going to reach our dreams because of how controlling we both are. It’s funny how these stupid arguments finally led us to our breaking point. It was a lot, it was too much stupid, petty fights and I had enough; but I still didn’t want to let you go.

You stood there and you asked “Do you think this is still working?” I shook my head and tried my best to fight my tears. I knew at that moment; it wasn’t going to end well. Frustrated you ask “Well, do you still want this to work?” I couldn’t speak anymore. I was tired and It was a lot. I couldn’t even look at you. I hate to see you like that. We’ve had several arguments but I have never seen you so stressed like that night. We we’re both silent for a minute, still feeling the tension, until you spoke “Well I guess this is goodbye now?” You faked a laugh as you fought your own tears. I wanted to say no. I wanted to shook my head no. “Please stay. Please don’t leave me.” No words came out of my mouth. I just stood there. I didn’t know why. I couldn’t get myself to speak or to move. With my silence, you took it as an answer. You took a step backwards, while muttering the words “Goodbye.” Although it hurts like hell, I knew it was for the best. I could still remember the posters you had on your wall, the pun shirts that you always wore. I still remember how your voice gets so deep in the morning, and how you only drink black coffee. How you admired the simple things like the sunsets. How hilarious you look when you feel really awkward and how it would make me smile when you do your little happy dance whenever you win prank wars. We were both young at that time, but you made me feel things. This doesn’t mean that I regret letting you go—I don’t. This doesn’t mean that I’m still deeply in love with you—I’m not. Or at least that’s what I’d like to think. I was surprised when you approached me just as I finished work and was about to go home. You’ve changed a lot, of course. You’ve grown so much. I couldn’t be happier and proud when you told me that you’ve been accepted in that dream workplace that you’ve always wanted to be in since we were in high school. You definitely reached your dreams and goals in life, and I felt like a proud mom. “How about you? How are you now?” “Well, I’ve been teaching since I graduated college, I mean, this is the dream.” I said as I glanced at the preschool building. You laughed lightly. “Of course, you have some kind of deep connection with kids. You couldn’t stop talking about wanting this since, what, high school?” He remembered. I felt my heart jump. “Yup, now I’m here,” I smiled and looked at him “Hey I have to tell you, your daughter’s a great student. I guess she’s a little too smart for her age. She’s creative and extremely participative in my class,” His eyes glowed and he gave a proud smile. “I mean, I’m not supposed to have favorites but…” I shrugged and we both laughed. “Well, what can I say. I mean, she’s my daughter?” We both genuinely laughed and smiled at each other.

After a few seconds of silence, I finally had the courage to ask you. “hey, uh, If…If I had asked you to stay, would you have done it?” I saw your eyebrows twitch as your smile fell, but it didn’t take you two seconds to answer. “Well, I guess we’ll never know.” You smiled lightly. It made my heart beat fast. I’m glad that your daughter came running to interrupt us. She’s adorable and she has this charming smile that she got from you. We said goodbyes and we promised to catch up again soon. I stood there as I watch you walk your daughter to your car.

I still love you, that’s for sure. You made me feel emotions that I have never felt before. I have no regrets. You we’re in my life for a reason. You left for a reason, and someday I’ll appreciate that. I’m glad I didn’t speak that night. I’m glad that I just stood there. I’m glad that we broke up. Not because I hate you, but because I love you. It was for the best and we both needed it. It was something that we had to do. I’m trying to find that pain that I’m supposed to feel in my chest but I can’t. Hearing you say that today made me feel something, but seeing how happy you are with your life and your own family made me realize that 10 years ago, I made the greatest decision. It was all for the best.

#this is shit #i know i already posted this a while back but its edited #shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes fan fiction #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes x reader #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom x reader #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #sebastian stan imagine

19 notes · View notes

taejinpurple-blog · 6 years

Text

TOXIC BITES- CHAPTER 11

AN: An angsty kind of fic. Can be a trigger for anyone who has ever been in a toxic relationship before.

*REMEMBER this is just a fanfic used for entertainment so please enjoy it*

Mature content so please read responsibly.

True Identities Part I

Seokjin stood in the hall as Jaehwa fixed his clothing. He laughed softly. “Mother, I’m not a child anymore, you don’t have to fix my clothes.”

She smoothed out his pink hair and nodded. “I can’t help it, you’ve grown so fast before my eyes. I sometimes wonder if your father and I should’ve had another child.”

Seokjin laughed. “But I like when you baby me.”

She smiled and kissed his forehead even though he was towering over her. V came from the opposite hallway and bowed his head.

“Taehyung-ah, how are you?” Jaehwa asked.

“I’m doing well, thank you for asking.”

“Did you enjoy your coming of age ceremony? I can’t believe you and Jimin are already adults.”

“We both enjoyed it very much. And I have been able to make it to adulthood with your guidance and kindness.”

“Your mother was very dear to me and I promised her that I would take care of you and I will continue.” She stroked his blonde hair making him smile. He glanced at Seokjin who was looking at him, his pulse increased when Seokjin gave him a small smile. He bowed his head.

Namjoon approached them and bowed. “Your ride is ready.”

“Thank you Namjoon.” Jaehwa bowed and walked ahead. Seokjin leaned towards Namjoon and whispered something in his ear making his face turn red. He nodded, and they walked away leaving V alone.

V sat on the roof and laid on his back with his hands tucked underneath his head. He shut his eyes. Why was he so smitten by the eldest prince? Everything about him wrecked V, he couldn’t help but feel envious of Namjoon. He was always with Seokjin and it was obvious Seokjin trusted no one more than him. If only he could have Seokjin’s trust and affection.

“TaeTae, Hobi Hyung and I are gonna have a dance off. I need you to join to be my partner. Hyung already has a partner.”

“I’m busy.” He replied with his eyes closed and Jimin tapped his side with his foot.

“Yah, you’re just lying here probably fantasizing about Seokjin Wangja (Prince).”

V’s eyes shot up and he looked at Jimin. “I-I-I was not!”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Whatever, come on and join with me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I’ll split the prize with you if we win.”

V got up dusting himself off. “Let’s win this then.”

“You should be ashamed of yourself.” Jimin laughed out as they left the roof.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few nights later V went to Seokjin’s room. “You called Seokjin Wangja?”

“Just call me Hyung.” He watched as Seokjin threw back another drink. “I sometimes like to forget titles.”

V nodded and walked over to him.

“If I remember correctly, my mom said you were of age, correct?”

“Yes.”

Seokjin motioned for him to sit on the large king bed. “Remove your shoes and get comfortable. I need a drinking partner for tonight.” V did as he was told and moved until he was across from Seokjin.

“Namjoon Hyung …”

“Namjoon is in training right now. He’s going to be my royal advisor when I take the throne. So, he’ll be away for a few months.” Jin filled the small up and handed it to V. “Have you had alcohol before?”

“This is will be my first time.”

“Alright, let’s drink up. If I like your company, I’ll definitely call you again.” Seokjin clinked his cup with V’s and they gulped their drink down. V grabbed his throat as Seokjin nodded in approval.

“Alcohol from Hell is the best. Yah, are you okay?”

V nodded ignoring the burning in his throat and chest. Seokjin poured them another round.

By the time the bottle was finished, Seokjin was lying on the bed sleeping and V was trying to figure out if he was flying in the air or sitting down.

Once he got himself together, he glanced over at Seokjin. He looked at Seokjin’s delicate facial features. It was no wonder why everyone called him the most beautiful prince ever. There wasn’t one person who wasn’t dazzled by his face.

Before V could rationalize himself, he was hovering over the sleeping prince. He kept telling himself he could get killed for this but Seokjin’s intoxicating scent was overwhelming his logic.

A hand reached out and grabbed V’s chin pulling his face only inches from Seokjin’s who was looking at him.

“Yah, what makes you think I’m drunk enough to sleep with just anyone?”

V swallowed hard. “I-I-I’m sorry Hyung, it’s just you smelt so good and I’ve had my eyes on you for years and I wanted to know what it was like to-to k-k-kiss you.”

“To kiss me?”

“Yes, I’m in love you and obsessed all at the same time. I want you to look at me the same way you do Namjoon Hyung. I want you to whisper in my ear the same way.”

Seokjin blinked for a moment, he was stunned by V’s complete honesty. No one ever told him they were obsessed with him before. He stared at V’s soft features before releasing him.

“You’re still a child.”

“I’m not a child any more or else you wouldn’t have asked me to drink with you. Let me prove myself. I can satisfy you better than Namjoon Hyung.”

Seokjin raises his eyebrow before chuckling. He threw his hands behind his head.

“Show me.”

V straddled his hips and he kissed Seokjin’s lips. He placed his hands on his wide shoulders and slid his tongue into his mouth. V moaned against Seokjin’s lips as he tasted the alcohol they were both drinking. He felt Seokjin growing underneath him and that gave him the confidence he was doing something right.

V’s trembling fingers unbutton Seokjin’s shirt revealing a strong, lean and toned torso. V kissed underneath Seokjin’s chin and trailed his kisses down to his neck. His tongue licked at the blue veins in Seokjin’s neck. He resisted his urge to bite and kissed down to his chest. His lips took a hold of one of his nipples.

Seokjin moaned softly when V gently bit his nipple, he licked his lips and tried rubbing himself against V. Kissing his way down he stopped at the beginning of Seokjin’s pants. He kissed his lowered stomach and ran his tongue over his V cut. Seokjin pulled his pants and underwear down letting his throbbing erection bob in V’s face.

He threw his head back moaning out when V engulfed him in his mouth. He grabbed a handful of blonde hair and watched as V made his erection disappear and reappear. He threw his head back again as he felt V pushing him deep into his throat. He pushed V on his back and towered over him.

V leaned back on his elbows and tried controlling his breathing as he saw the older vampire of his dreams looking down at him. He removed V’s clothes and flipped him on his hands and knees. V’s knees almost buckled when he felt Seokjin’s tongue on his tight hole.

He moaned loudly, and his body shuddered as Seokjin inserted a finger into him. He bit his bottom lip trying to control himself. He cried out as Seokjin inserted another finger. Between Seokjin's tongue and fingers, V felt himself about to lose his insanity. He always fantasized about Seokjin fucking him good but this was unimaginable.

“Are you ready for me?” Seokjin whispered.

“Yes, please Hyung.” V begging leaning back towards Seokjin who replaced his fingers with himself. V gripped the sheets throwing his head back.

“Touch yourself, until we both release together,” Seokjin said with a pant. V immediately gripped his erection and worked it as if it was Seokjin’s hand.

Seokjin gripped his hips tightly as he pounded into him. V cried out, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.

His body shuddered and he groaned when he released all over his hand.

“You're naughty, you came already without me.” Seokjin gave his ass cheek a firm slap making V moan out. Seokjin licked his lips and gave his other cheek the same treatment, he shuddered at V’s moan. He used V’s cum as extra lubricant and he gripped the younger vampire as he released inside of him making them both moan out.

Seokjin slowly pulled out and laid on his back as V regained himself. He grabbed the younger vampire and kissed his lips.

“You made such a mess on my bed.”

“S-S-Sorry.” he whispered. “I did my best to hold on, but you were my first.”

Seokjin kissed him again and looked into his eyes. “I’ll seek you out more.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Seokjin threw his head back moaning while stroking V who was riding him. They both came at the same time and V collapsed on Seokjin’s chest.

“I never thought I could love you any more than I did but over these last couple of months …I love you, even more, Hyung.”

Seokjin rubbed V’s sweated back. “I love you too Taehyung.”

V looked at him in shock and was met with a gentle kiss. Seokjin stroked his face. “You’re my favorite.”

V tried his hardest to contain his smile before looking down. “But can we even be in a relationship? I understand that one day you will need to take a queen.”

“My father doesn’t care who I choose to love as long as I’m willing to have an heir.”

V’s eyes widened. “Could we raise a child together?”

“I would like that.” Seokjin ran his hand through V’s soft hair. They shared a kiss,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yoongi took a deep breath and started playing the organ. Hwa-Young walked over to him and smiled softly when he looked at her. She stroked his white hair.

“Have you finished your studies?”

“Yes, I finished them earlier this evening.”

She nodded. “Good job. So are you talking to Hoseok?”

He got quiet and looked back at the organ.

“He’s sitting outside the door.”

“He can stay there.”

She sat beside him. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but you can’t let it stay like this.”

“You would be disappointed in me if you knew what happened between us.”

“Silly, I would never be disappointed with you.”

“What if I said I wasn’t attracted to women …” he slowly looked at her and she shrugged.

“As long as you’re happy and you’re healthy I support you. Jaehwa Unnie and I aren’t like Mishil. We truly care about you and Seokjin’s happiness. Also, your father will accept you for however you are.”

“Thank you, Mom.” She kissed his forehead.

“Fix up things with Hoseok, he looks so sad and I know he’s your second most trusted person under me.” She opened the door. “Come in dear.”

He slowly walked in and bowed his head. Hwa-Young closed the door behind her and Yoongi looked away as Hoseok walked towards him. He dropped to his knees.

“Please forgive me Yoonie! I’m so sorry.”

Yoongi looked at him. “Do you take our relationship seriously?”

“Of course I do! I know I disappear a lot, I can’t help it when I get the urge to travel. I want you to know that no matter how far I go, I will always come back because I know my home is with you.”

Yoongi smiled softly and looked away. “You’re annoying, you’re such a wanderlust.”

“Sorry …”

Yoongi looked him and pulled him down on the bench with him. “Just let me know when you plan on traveling so I won’t think you left me without a reason.”

Hoseok laughed out. “You think I would leave my Suga Prince and his gummy smile!” he pinched Yoongi’s cheek making the prince swat him away. Hoseok laughed and hugged him. “I promise Yoonie.” Hoseok kissed the back of his neck and they share a kiss.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jimin yawned and sat at the piano, he pressed the keys to make sure it was tuned. He jumped slightly when Jungguk appeared on top of the piano. Their eyes met and Jungguk let out a small yelp.

“Whoa Hyung, I didn’t see you over the piano, you startled me.”

Jimin squinted his eyes at the younger prince. “Yah, you do know I’m you hyung right?”

“Yah? And you do know I’m your prince, right?”

“Yeah, you’re an unruly prince.” They looked at each other and laughed out.

“Hyung, I’m bored.”

Jimin began playing the piano. “How are you bored, when you have one of the busiest schedules?”

“I finished everything early today.” He sighed deeply. “I wish I could hang out with my brothers. Hoesntly, I wished we were a lot closer. I know Seokjin Hyung and Yoongi Hyung are close but I’m not close with either of them. I feel lonely sometimes.”

Jimin pressed his lips together, feeling for the young prince. “Maybe one day you three will be close. For now, just focus on your studies and vocal lessons to appease your mother.”

Jungguk slowly nodded.

“Do you wanna sing with me?”

He sat down next to the older vampire. “Can we sing that song you wrote? Save me.”

Jimin nodded and played the melody on the piano. Jungguk nodded his head as Jimin began singing. He loved Jimin’s raspy voice, but his high notes always went straight to his heart.

He took a deep breath and sung his part as Jimin smiled at him. Jimin stopped playing just to listen to Jungguk sing. He opened his eyes when he realized Jimin stopped playing.

“Ah Hyung, don’t do that!”

Jimin laughed. “I couldn’t help it, your voice is just beautiful.”

They stared at each other but looked away when the door opened. Mishil walked in smiling.

“Wow that sounds so beautiful, was that Jungguk singing?”

“It was him,” Jimin said.

“Wow, your voice is truly amazing.” She clapped. “Jimin, you truly are the best candidate to help his vocals and dance grow. I leave him in your hands, also Jungguk after this you have horseback riding practice.”

“Okay, Mom.”

She smiled and left as Jungguk looked down. Jimin saw how worn out he looked and felt helpless.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

V walked to Seokjin’s chambers and he stopped short when he saw Seokjin on his bed with Namjoon underneath him. Seokjin moaned out as he released and looked back at V. Namjoon got dressed and left without looking at V.

Seokjin cleaned himself off and threw on his pants and ran his hand through his damp hair. He sat on the bed and looked at V who was planted in his spot.

“Are you going to stand there or come in?”

V shut the door and walked over to him. “Why were you with Namjoon Hyung?”

“He just came back so I had to greet him, it’s been a while.”

V gripped his fists. “Did you even mean anything that you said to me?”

“I did.”

“So then why are you making love to someone else?!”

“It’s not someone else, it’s Namjoon. Namjoon holds a lot of importance to me.”

“And I don’t? What’s the point of being in a relationship if you feel someone else is more important?! Are you gonna marry me and make Namjoon your consort?”

Seokjin rubbed his chin. “That’s not a bad idea.”

Tears swelled in V’s eyes. “You’re a jerk!” He whirled around and stormed away. Seokjin laughed shaking his head.

Babo, you have no idea of your importance. No one could do what you do and get away with it, not even Namjoon.” He threw his cover over him drifting off to sleep.

He opened his eyes and saw V sleeping next to him. He pulled V close to him and kissed his hair.

“You’re the only one who gets held by the prince like this.” He kissed his temple and fell back asleep.

#taejin is real #taejin #taejinshipper #taejin is real taejin jikook bts vjin vjin taejinshipper kookmin yoonseok #taejin fanfic #bts vjin #bts taejin

5 notes · View notes

not-close-to-straight · 7 years

Text

Smitten Kitten (Chapter Five)

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE ***********************************

Rhodes threw Steve through a window first, and the soldier partial shifted into his Lion with a snarl, his feet slipping and sliding on the shattered glass as he tried for balance on the grass.

Bucky was next, destroying the rest of the window and smashing into the ground, but he was fully shifted into his Wolf before he even stood back up, baring his teeth furiously at Rhodes.

Then both of them were scrambling backwards, shifting down into human as fast as they could and yelling at the top of their lungs as the twelve foot tall black bear came crashing through the wall and onto the lawn, each step of its massive paws leaving a dent in the ground, jaws open in a roar that shook the soldiers to their very core.

And stalking behind the bear, nose in the air, tail twitching irritably, came Tony.

Turns out he wasn't as alright with being rejected as he had originally thought.

That would teach those stupid soldiers to hurt his feelings.

Honeybear to the fucking rescue .

*****************

“Now boys .” The Colonel crossed his arms over his chest. “I want you to tell Tony exactly what you told me. Don't leave anything out or I'll put you through a wall again.”

Bucky and Steve, both dressed again and looking more than a little terrified, nodded in unison.

“It wasn't that we didn't want to be around you after shifted down, Tony.” Steve began awkwardly and the black cat just twitched his tail.

“It's just that--” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Just that you were naked , and both our animals got--got--um--”

“Got??” Rhodes thundered and Bucky jumped. “Finish your fucking sentence!”

“We both got possessive and were afraid we couldn't control our shift!” Steve blurted. “Bucky and I have been getting… closer but---”

“But feline shifters and canine shifters don't ever really get along and we both want you, so seeing you naked--”

“--both our animals wanted to claim you, and of course, fight the other shifter in the room so--”

“-- so we left so we wouldn't do anything stupid.” Bucky finished lamely. “And we are really really sorry if that hurt your feelings.”

“Of course it hurt his feelings!” Rhodes growled, and the Bear was still so close to the surface that it came out as more of a rumble and less of a sentence.

Tony stood on his hind legs and pressed his little face into Rhodey's, meowing softly until the man calmed down.

“I told I would kick your asses if you upset Tony.” he warned. “Consider yourself lucky I only scared the living hell out of you today. If it happens again, I will crush you, Super soldiers or not. Pretty sure I can carry your shield, Cap, you ain't all that special. And Bucky, wolves are about a dime a dozen so don't fucking test me, or I will toss your mangy hide away and find another one for the team, do I make myself perfectly clear?”

He scooped Tony up into his arms and left the room, leaving Bucky and Steve shaking on the couch.

“I have never been more scared in my life.” Steve admitted, and Bucky couldn't even laugh about it.

“Somehow this was more terrifying than any flashback I could ever have.”

“Heya pals.” Clint and Natasha appeared in the doorway. “Met Rhodey's bear, did you?”

“Um--um--”

Clint's lips twitched into a smirk. “Yeah, so story time. Back before Tony was Iron Man, and he was just rich and obnoxious and hot--” two sets of eyes snapped up to meet his. “-- what? You think just because Tasha and I are together I'm blind to how gorgeous Tony is? You two are all brawn and no brain aren't you?”

“Clint.” Tasha murmured and he coughed.

“Right. Anyway. So I meet Tony, ended up trying to be flirty and funny and offended the hell out of him without realizing it.”

“Imagine that.” Bucky muttered and Clint glared at him.

“So anyway. Later that night, I shift into my hawk and go to take off, and a partial shifted Rhodey-bear reaches into the sky and snatches me back to ground. Surprised he didn't break my wings. Tells me in the most terrifying voice in the world, that if I ever upset Tony again he'd pluck all my feathers and roast me for dinner. Then let me go. It took me six months to even be able to look him in the eye again.”

“He's intense.” Natasha nodded. “I wouldn't feel comfortable going up against him, even in full dragon form. I feel like he could rip my wings off without blinking.”

“How is he so big?” Bucky stammered. “His bear is twice my height. And Rhodes is like, half my height in real life. I've hardly even heard him raise his voice but--”

“It's because he's such a good person.” Clint said decisively. “Not only is he fairly high ranking military, and War Machine, which would make his bear big anyway but he's genuinely the nicest person I've ever met. Maybe nicer than Phil, but I would never say that out loud. The strength of his heart, his soul. That's what fuels his bear.”

“That makes it worse. Makes it scarier.” Bucky complained. “I can't compete with a guy who's animal is directly proportionate to the goodness in his heart!”

“Well maybe next time you don't piss Tony off.” Clint snapped, and Bucky popped his teeth right back, bursting into a partial shift and growling at him.

“Down boy.” Clint waved his hand in a bored fashion. “I've heard you scream like a child, you don't scare me anymore.”

****************

A week and a half later, both Steve and Bucky were snappish and irritable with each other and everyone else.

Tony had barely spoken to them the last ten days, and certainly hadn't called them to help with his shifts at all. Their almost daily dose of snuggles and cuteness had completely disappeared, and tensions were so high between the Lion and Wolf that they couldn't even share a bed anymore.

When Bucky had walked into the bedroom the other night, Steve had partial shifted almost instantly, eyes flashing gold, a warning snarl building in his chest. Bucky had had to partial shift himself, and they had spent a restless night unable to relax around each other at all, even in separate beds.

This morning they couldn't even sit together.

Bucky was pacing anxiously in the living room, Steve tapping his claws on the kitchen table, physically unable to bring himself out of a partial shift because he was so stressed out. Neither of them had realized how much they had counted on Tony being with them to keep them level until the little shifter started refusing to be around them.

It was tearing them up mentally, throwing them out of sync emotionally, and driving a wedge into their friendship, effectively putting a stop to anything romantic that had been blossoming.

And it was making the rest of the team insane .

“Enough .” Wanda yelled, when Bucky got too close to the kitchen and Steve jumped to his feet in a clear challenge. Bucky had just squared up his shoulders, more than ready to accept the challenge, when Wanda pushed her chair back and sent them both a glare.

“I cannot handle the tension anymore. Bucky, come let your Wolf run with Natasha and I. You need out of the compound and away from the Captain. Tonight, Hawk and Vision can take Captain out. Let's go.”

“I don't want to go.” Bucky protested. The thought of Steve alone with Tony made his skin crawl and his Wolf furious .

“I wasn't asking.” Wanda lifted her hand, letting her power arc between her fingers and glow in her eyes and Natasha murmured in agreement behind her.

“Fine.” Bucky couldn't even look at Steve, turning away as he started undressing so he could shift.

In the entirely creepy way of shifting unique only to Snakes, Wanda took two steps forward, and let her entire body shimmer and melt away, her human skin seeming to shed itself, leaving her as her Constrictor, thick coils tensing and moving as she curled her body close together to avoid being stepped on.

“Come on.” Tasha sighed and stepped out of her dress, treating everyone to a quick flash of perfect curves before the scales starting climbing her body, smoke puffing from her mouth when she exhaled.

Bucky grumbled a little a more, but dropped his pants and let his Wolf take over, growling at the pain that always accompanied his left arm changing. Hydra had managed to design the arm to shift with him but it always hurt and he hated it. Hated the reminder of his Winter Soldier days. He even kind of hated how close his Wolf came to emulating the Winter Soldier, all brute strength and and barely checked power and killer instinct.

But he couldn't deny how much he loved the freedom being in Wolf form brought him, and he knew a hard run would do wonders for his state of mind.

“We will see you in a few hours.” Vision said calmly, running his hand over several feet of Wanda, and the Constrictors eyes glowed red at the gentle touch. Vision couldn't shift, for obvious reasons, but he loved Wanda just as much in her Constrictor form as he did human, and she loved that.

Raising her coils to push more of them through his hands, she sent him another soft look before heading out the door, closely followed by Bucky, and then Natasha.

Once they were gone, Steve was finally able to pull himself from his partial shift, breathing a sigh of relief, and Clint clicked his tongue in sympathy.

“Why don't you go paint or something. We’ll run you ragged later, so go get some rest. Can't imagine you sleep well with the canine shifter in your room. Go sleep, we will come looking for you when they get home.”

Steve didn't answer, just sent both Clint and Vision a jerky nod and headed up to his room.

*****************

He'd only been asleep a few minutes when the door to his room banged open, and a very disgruntled Tony stood there glaring at him.

“I haven't hardly slept all week.” Tony spat. “Haven't been able to shift alone. It's making me crazy. Both you Alpha shifters are so stupid and it pisses me off, but I need you anyway so get your asses down to my lab and--- hey, where's Bucky? I came looking for both of you.” His face fell and Steve sat up on his elbows.

“Bucks out running. Needed a break from all--” he made a circle motion with one hand. “You know?”

“Oh.” Tony looked even more upset and kicked at the carpet self consciously. “I came in here all ready to yell at you guys and demand a little attention but now I'm not really sure what to do.”

Steve bit back his laugh and held out a hand hopefully. “Well… I'm here, if you want.”

Tony eyed him curiously. “Without Bucky? We've never done that.”

“Being close to Bucky isn't the part of this whole thing I have been missing.” Steve said, feeling a twinge of guilt as he said it, because shifter biology aside, he was missing Bucky.

Just not as much as he was missing Tony. “I miss you, Tony.” he murmured, and and Tony's eyes lit warmed.

“Oh.”

“Come on.” Steve urged. “I'll close my eyes and you can shift and we can just lay here, huh?”

“Yeah. Alright, that sounds good.” Tony nodded quickly, and was already unbuttoning his shirt, so Steve dropped a pillow over his face so he wouldn't stare.

Within a minute, he felt tiny laws pressing at him lightly and he opened his eyes again.“Hey there, beautiful.” He turned on his side, making room on the bed and Tony curled into a little ball next to him, nose pressed into his stomach. “Yeah, we can nap like this. This is fine.”

Without a second thought for what might happen if Bucky walked in on their little scene, Steve closed his eyes and fell back asleep to the little purr coming from his favorite shifter.

#stuckony #shifter!stuckony #kitty!tony #wolf!bucky #lion!steve #bear!rhodey

392 notes · View notes

koscheyyy · 7 years

Text

what really happened that night.

“Your the one that invaded Afghanistan”

High pitched giggling filled the small space of the foyer of 221B as both men collapsed back onto the wall. Sherlock still dressed in his immaculate tailored suit and John adorning a soft cream coloured jumper. Out of breath, they smiled like school children that had done laps around the play ground.

“That wasn’t just me” John chimed, his voice raspy from the intake of fresh air. He hadn’t ran like that in ages. Feeling the wind trying to desperately push against him, but continuing to prevail. The feel of the blood pumping through his veins. The feeling of being alive!

John leant his head back against the wall, noting the texture of the wallpaper against the back of his head. This moment was just incredible. Standing beside the most gorgeous mad man he had ever met. He had only known him a day and in that time space he had regained that sense of wanting to live. That sense of being useful to the world. To Sherlock.

Jesus Christ, it had taken him a day, one bloody day of running around the city to fall in love. It was so weird, it had never been like this with any of those half forgotten names buried at the bottom of a pint glass. This was special, he could feel the pull. It was bloody electrifying.

Sherlock looked up to catch John’s gaze, noticing the subconscious lip lick, he smiled. It was the most dazzling thing john had ever seen. Those Cupid bow lips. Wonderful teeth. The cheek bones, those curls. Jesus this was too much.

“John?” Sherlock’s baritone voice broke his thoughts like a prince braking a long, hazardous curse. John’s gaze latched onto those resplendent sapphire blue eyes, his breath quickening and before he could register what he was doing he was leaning in.

Wait! Stop! Abort!

He couldn’t do this! This was ludicrous. He’s only known the man ten seconds and he had already made it spectacularly clear that he isn’t interested.

Great now he looks like a tit, frozen in a half way kiss. His mind raced for something to break the awkwardness that had fallen over them.

Sherlock’s expression never faltered, he just kept watching intensely on what John would do next. Not daring to move less it cause John to move away. Awkwardly the army doctor decided to look to he floor, as if contemplating what fabrics were ingeniously used to create such a pattern.

But no! This isn’t what Sherlock wanted, he’s moving away. He’s going to shrug it off! No no no. This can’t happen. He actually likes this one and hell be dammed if he’s going to let this opportunity be passed on.

Swiftly Sherlock reached up and cupped John’s face before surging forward, possibly a little too fast, and kissed him square on the mouth. It was long and awkward, their noses pressed at uncomfortable angles and both to stunned to pull away. So they just stood there like statues, mouths pressed against one another with the most innocent looks of surprise plastered upon there faces.

Sherlock was first to regain brain function, pulling away from that disaster of a first kiss. Embarrassed they both stared at each other, blush tinting there faces hilarious shades of red. Eyes shifting back and forth between one another, waiting for someone to say something. Anything!

“I’m sorry I-”

“You want to try that again?” John interrupted, still looking rather sheepish- very fitting due to his choice of wearing a woollen jumper. Sherlock stared for two long seconds before nodding vigorously.

This time they met in the middle, sharing matching expressions of wariness before there lips met once again. John hummed at the feeling of Sherlock’s magnificent plump lips against his. Their hands staying frozen by their sides, too afraid to move incase it should disturb the fragile atmosphere around them.

All to soon it was over and they exchanged questioning glances. Why was this so awkward! John had snogged plenty of blokes before, he was never this stiff or sweaty. Mentally he wiped his palms against his trousers.

“That was nice” Sherlock stated quietly, the words obviously just for John’s ears. Even though they were completely alone.

“Yeah……do you want to try..”

“Again?” Sherlock asked, a little bit too loudly. His voice saturated in hope. He looked so innocent in that moment, like a virgin touched for the very first time- to quote Madonna.

And who was John to deny him anything?

Once again they found themselves mouth to mouth except this time, hands began to roam as both became more confident. Sherlock’s hands planted themselves on John’s shoulders, grounding himself against him. John on the other hand instinctively went if the hips. Squeezing with varying amounts of pressure, looking for the right spot to make the man before him putty in his hands.

Sherlock’s small whimper of surprise is what pulled him from those primal based desires. Quickly John backed away from the kiss.

“Jesus I’m really sorry, god I’m not normally this forward” he stared, retracting his hands from their anchored position on Sherlock’s hips.

The taller man made an almost inaudible whimper at the loss of contact, his eyes looking so unsure. It was pitiful.

“I don’t mind” he choked out, his gaze fixed upon John’s eyes. Silently pleading for more. He needed more. Good lord how he needed more. This was insane, never had he wanted to share another man’s embrace than he did with John Watson. “Please”

That did it. John was completely smitten with this man and needed to take him to bed right now. Instantly, the army doctor was pressing the detective against the wall. Hands tangling in those magnificent curls to pull him into a glorious kiss. Sherlock melted into John’s touch instantly, his skin felt like it was on fire and the space in his pants began to grow tighter.

John must have felt the same because seconds after he was licking his way into Sherlock’s mouth. With the most delicious groans John had ever heard, Sherlock opened his mouth to give John the access he most desperately wanted. It was messy and it was uncoordinated but it was the best kiss both of them had ever had. Filled with passion and need and all kinds of other pent up emotions.

Abruptly they pulled apart for air, gasping like fish out of water their chest’s heaved.

“Bedroom?” John inquired. God this was going fast, he barely knows the man. This can’t be happening.

“Upstairs, past the kitchen” Sherlock answered, out of breath, smiling a most delightful smile. Those tantalising lips. Jesus what would those lip look like stretched wide around his-

Wait no, don’t rush ahead, keep it together Watson.

After shaking that thought aside he resumed with the task at hand. Kissing the life out of this bloody gorgeous, pompous posh boy.

Sherlock was also a fast learner and began to join in with using his tongue. Recording and cataloging the best ways to raise the most wonderful noises from John. Turns out he has a very sensitive part behind his left ear that when stroked causes him to groan while involuntary bucking his hips, pressing his arousal harder against Sherlock’s pelvis.

As carefully as possible they took there first step onto the stairs. Trying hard to juggle the constantly to remain contact but also make it up the stairs without breaking their necks. John kept a hand firmly against Sherlock’s hip while the other clenched the railing. They’re legs messily coordinating to climb every step, something’s missing one or two.

They were getting close now, the bedroom was just a hall way away. So caught up in there haze of nonsensical passion that neither noticed the door opening far too easily when their bodies pushed against it. All they cared about was getting these clothes off and drawing pleasure from one another’s bodies.

The moment Sherlock had set foot inside the door he was being pushed up against the wall. Being assaulted with a barrage of kisses, eyes closed, allowing one another to just feel the carnal desire charged with every sweep of their tongues.

Sherlock’s hands tangled in John’s hair tugged slightly, signalling the need for air. John happily retreated only to assault the beguiling canvas of untouched skin with kisses and the occasional nip. Sherlock gasped, his long fingers gripping tighter in the soft blond hair. He needed to open his eyes, he needed to watch this happening. He needed proof that this man was actually providing him with the most basic of care and desire.

But what he saw when he opened his eyes was the beautiful scene of John Watson trying to undress him in the private confines of his flat. What he saw was a very stunned Lestrade sitting in his chair. As well as half of Scotland Yard ogling the pair.

That was definitely a mood killer.

Sherlock froze, his eyes wide in shock. Sensing the Sherlock’s change in mood due to the hands in his hair going very still and everything going very quiet, John pulled away only to see that they weren’t alone. Awkwardly john retracted his body from Sherlock, quietly standing beside him whilst trying to will away his still very hopeful erection.

The whole room was silent, paused in a very awkward stalemate. Everyone shifting glances from the floor to the wall to the half unbuttoned Sherlock standing by the door to Lestrade until going back to the floor again. No one knew quite what to do because when they volunteered to sweep through the posh twat’s things they certainly didn’t expect him to come crashing through the door, half dressed while partaking in a very wild session of foreplay-and with with a bloke.

Sherlock felt a whole cacophony of different emotions rise within him: embarrassment, shock, distress, disappointment (mainly because probability dictates he will in fact not be shagged senseless by the very handsome army doctor beside him on this night) but mostly he felt pure, unbridled rage. And the only way he saw fit to release that rage was to let loose.

“What in gods name are you doing here? What is this?” He screamed as he stormed into the middle of the room to address Lestrade. Trying as quickly as possible to button up his shirt to regain some decency.

“It’s a drugs bust” Greg replied, trying his best to remain calm. His hands gestured around the room to the other officers now continuing what they were doing before john and Sherlock floundered in like a couple of horny teenagers.

“Oh this is ridiculous, you can’t just barge in here!”

“And you can’t withhold evidence”

“Oh for god sakes, I am clean!” He stated loudly, addressing the whole room of officers.

“The way he was sucking on that guys lip I doubt he’s clean of much else” Anderson’s voice could be heard quietly amongst the clatter of work near the back of the room. Sherlock physically winced before turning to Greg.

“Get that unintelligible malformed creature out of my flat before you have to arrest me for braking his nose” Sherlock spat out through gritted teeth, not even turning to bother energy to look at him.

Greg looked up at Sherlock, seeing the seriousness in his glare. “Anderson, go home!” He ordered whilst waving his hand in the direction of the kitchen.

Anderson made a small noise of disgruntlement before placing his empty evidence bag on the counter. “Geez, it sounds like someone needs their next fix” he murmured loud enough for mostly everyone to hear.

“You can’t be serious, this guy a drug addict” John inquired, his voice filled with disbelief.

“John you may want to shut up now” Sherlock whispered into his ear, there shoulders brushing ever so slightly.

“No” John stated as he looked deeply into those sapphire eyes, in this lightning however they appeared to be more silvery.

“What?” Sherlock questioned. John stared at him longingly. This man was so beautiful and out of this world it was simply unbelievable.

“You”

“Shut up!” He growled, anger filling him because the secret he wanted to keep most hidden from this man was practically painted across the room and there was nothing he could do to cover it up. Stupid sentiment, making him feel things.

“What freak? Did you not tell you boy toy about your inclination to getting high?” Donovan’s demonic voice cut through the air like a knife.

“Graham, get your officers under control or better yet, why don’t you all just get out of my flat entirely” Sherlock snapped, sulking off to a coroner of the room to try and occupy himself with his laptop.

“Alright! If anyone else wants to add any more unsavoury comments I will happily record them in my log book, just in time for inspections next week” Lestrade warned, casting a harsh glare at Donovan for good measure. Every officer when silent before turning away and looking back at the work at hand. Greg grinned to himself at the feeling of the power he just asserted.

Meanwhile John had slipped over into the corner to try and comfort Sherlock. He edged close to him but not too close, he still isn’t too sure how this brilliant unpredictable man would react.

“You okay?” He asked, trying to divert Sherlock’s attention away from the phone so they could hopefully talk about everything.

“Hmm, yes, fine” Sherlock snipped, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“It’s ok, you know..I…. your past..addictions don’t..y'know scare me off” John stammered. Slowly he saw Sherlock’s eyes move from the screen until they were staring right into his eyes.

“…really?” The taller man asked quietly, his face taking up that pure look of innocence once again. It made John’s heart flutter, to see him, this man that could so confidently read his whole life story from him, look so unsure.

“Yes, I’ve got a bad past too if you’ve forgotten” he said whilethe corners of his mouth turned upwards to make the tiniest smile. “Just as long as your not a psychopath who steals his victims phones, I’m sure I could learn to live with you”

From that night John would say that the most beautiful part of Sherlock would definitely be the face he makes when he’s thinking. He looks so interested in something no one else can see. The functions of his mind can be seen working and working to try and bring sense to his predicament. But John really loves the most is when he has solved his puzzle and will burst forth with his solution, with a smile of utter confidence and pride.

“THE PHONE! Oh you are brilliant!” He cheered before grasping both sides of John’s head and pull him forward for a brief kiss.

“The what? The phone?” Greg asked from behind them.

Sherlock surged forward to be in the centre of the room to give forth his solution. John just watched from the sidelines, perfectly content knowing he is going to be very happy living with this mad man in the flat of 221B.

——

This will also be put in my archive account I just don’t have the time to do it right now

#Sherlock Holmes #john watson #johnlock #my writing #nsfw-ish #bbc sherlock #one shot #kissing #Greg Lestrade #sally Donovan #phillip anderson #Anderson is a dick

3 notes · View notes