“Gorgeous.” They said at the same time. You settled on a simple black dress, that hugged your curves beautifully.
“And here.” Your friend Lalisa got up and scrunched up your long hair with her fingers. “Guys like messy.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” It wasn’t your idea to go out in the first place. Your friends thought it would make you feel better, help you move on from your tragic breakup that ended a month ago and you happen to still be hung up on.
Illhoon was the best thing that has ever happened to you and being together for three years, things just weren’t working out. You were always fighting, he was always busy, and you haven’t been sexually active in months. He was always loyal to you, too loyal that he broke things off. He felt bad that he couldn’t give you the love you deserve. He just wasn’t happy, which you respected.
Now your pain in the ass friends were trying to set you up.
“Okay….lets go.” Lalisa marched out and Rosé gave you an apologetic look.
“It will be fun, don’t worry.” She told you.
When you got to the club it was surprisingly not that crowded. Which was a relief. “Lets get some fuel.” Lalisa started walking towards the bar.
6 shots later you were starting to get buzzed that you decided to slow down on a casual drink. “Hey.” You looked up following the voice. “Do you see that hot guy over there.” Lalisa pointed with her eyes.
You started to look. “Hey don’t be obvious.” She alerted you.
“Sorry.” You snorted. Maybe the alcohol had kicked in more then you thought.
You slightly looked over, pretending to not be obvious. You saw more then one hot guy, to be honest, but one got your heart racing.
He had dark hair and a killer smile. Possibly one of the most handsome guy you have ever seen. Not counting Illhoon. Shit! You weren’t suppose to be talking about him.
“Go over there and talk to him.” Lalisa pressured you.
“Unless it’s too soon.” Rosé debated.
“No it’s the perfect opportunity….its been long enough…you need to put yourself back out there.” Lalisa argued.
“I’m going over there.” Lalisa stood up. “I’m going to introduce him to you and then I’m going to take his hot friend with the dimples.” Then she stormed off.
As you saw her talking you decided to take about 3 more shots, you were toosober for this.
You saw the guy smile in your direction. “Lalisa always wins.” Rosé said and got up to walk over to one of the other guys.
You were left drinking alone. You didn’t want to act like you were desperate and you weren’t, you wanted to take it at a slow level.
You were slightly drunk that you almost thought the hot guy was walking over.
“Hi.” Oh, it’s real. “I’m Jungkook.” He reached his hand out to you.
“Hi.” You blushed as you stood up, accepting his handshake. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Your friend over there gave a pretty good word for you.”
“What did she say?” You nervously asked.
“She said that I’m an idiot if I don’t talk to you because you are the hottest thing that has ever hit this club.”
You slapped you forehead amused. “I’m so sorry about her.”
“I wouldn’t disagree.” You looked at his sweet smile and blushed.
Your friends were right, you need to let lose, have fun. “Let’s go dance.” You pulled his hand, leading him to the dance floor.
The alcohol took over as you reached the dance floor. You just wanted to have a good time. You felt Jungkook’s hands wrap around your waist as you grinded your hips with his. Your back was rubbing against his chest as you danced in motion.
A few drinks later and a few sexual dances later the rest of the night was all a blur. You knew you wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. You couldn’t remember the fact that you shared an intense kiss.
The second that your lips aligned with his, you were hungry for more. You felt connected with him, but you knew better then to trust the alcohol.
And this case you did. “Do you want to get out of here?” You whispered in his ear.
“Yeah.” Then you don’t even remember getting to his apartment but you got there. As soon as you both tumbled into the door you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.
He moved down to your neck as soon as your back hit the bed sheets. The sexual tension from each wet kiss had you feeling soaked between your legs.
You heard your phone ring on the table beside you. You couldn’t read the name from your blurry vision, so you tossed it instead.
Jungkook made his way back up to your lips as you felt up the front of his jeans. You attempted to unbutton his belt along with his pants. His hand found itself kneading your chest. You couldn’t help but moan, it’s been a while since you have been touched like this.
You slid your hand underneath his boxers, touching up his sensitive area. The area was tight from his hard-on.
You flipped you both over so you can pull down your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear. You finished pulling down his pants, exposing his length. Wow. Again, the alcohol bringing out the sweet girl you tried to convince yourself to be.
You grabbed his length kissing the red tip. You loved the sound that escaped his mouth as you started to lick down his area. You couldn’t help but smirk from the thought that you were in control. You made your way back up to the tip leaning your head down to take him fully into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down sucking every inch of his throbbing member.
You sat back up letting go of him you didn’t want him to take all the fun. You wrapped your arms around your back to unhook your bra and then you slid your underwear off sexually.
He sat up looking at you with desire in his eyes. You bit your lip as you watched him take off his clothes. He was extremely fit. You slid yourself down onto him, surprised by the sudden pain.
You rocked your hips back and forth taking in the pleasure that you desperately needed. You moaned as he worked against you. He grabbed a hold of your hips moving you quicker then you can handle.
You screeched in surprise when he flipped you both over as he took control. He lifted your right leg up onto his left shoulder to deepen the angle. You loved how attractive he was even though he was sweaty.
You felt your toes go numb as your orgasm immerse throughout your body. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to pass through the feeling. Jungkook’s pace slowed down immensely as you felt him jerk his liquid into you. He kissed you passionately before he collapsed on the bed next to you. After that you let the sleep get a hold of you.
Your eyes fluttered open as the killer headache flooded your skull. You yawned sitting up when you realized you didn’t recognize the room. You took in your surroundings as yours eyes drifted off to the sleeping beauty next to you. The last thing you remember was dancing with him. Oh shit!What have you done?
You slowly got up trying not to wake what’s his name. Jungkook? You tried to remember. As soon as your feet hit the floor you reached for your underwear and dress. You grabbed your heels, tip toeing your way out of his room. Damn he was beautiful but one night stands are always awkward, that’s why it’s best to sneak out.
On your way out you saw a sweater pulled over a chair. You know you shouldn’t but you took it to at least to save your dignity. When you made your way onto the streets it was way too familiar. This was your street. You only had to walk down a few blocks to reach your apartment. The sweater covering you didn’t have an affect, people still stared at you. Judging you.
When you got home your roommate was in the kitchen.
“Oh my god there you are.” Rosé panicked. “I tried calling you.”
You stopped in front on the mirror making your way to the kitchen. Your makeup was running down your face and your hair was a mess. No wonder everyone was staring.
“Wow you bad girl.” Rosé smirked at you. “You and Lalisa ditching me to go have sex.” She pouted.
“Other then you two I had a nice sober talk with a sweet guy named Jin.”
“That’s nice.” You grabbed the aspirin.
“I don’t remember.” You groaned.
You went to sit comfortably on the couch. Rosé followed you with an ice cold pack.
“I snuck out before I could ask.” You confessed.
“Well maybe you’ll see him again.”
“Maybe….we better call Lalisa to see if shes okay.” You suggested.
“I already did…but both of you ignored my calls.” Rosé intrigued.
You felt the pockets of the sweater, feeling for your phone. It wasn’t there. You got up following your steps to the door where your purse was. You dug through it rapidly trying to find your phone.
“Fuck.” You said panicked “fuck, fuck, fuck.” You got up.
“What?” Rosé rushed to you.
“I forgot my phone.”
A few hours later you were still panicked. “What am I going to do?”
“I told you already.” Rosé said annoyed.
Both your eyes made their way towards the door as it opened. Lalisa made her way through with a big smile on her face. “What’s up?” She said casually.
“Where the fuck were you?” Rosé sat up annoyed. “I’ve trying calling you all day.”
“Sorry I was out.” She made her way towards her room. Then she came back out with a bathrobe getting ready for a shower. “I had the best time last night.” She smiled. “I think I’ll stick around with this one.” The thing with Lalisa was she would hook up with guys until she found one she liked.
“He’s so cute and he has like the perfect body, nice and tall, lean.” She blushed. “We had like the best morning sex and then he bought me out for breakfast.”
“Anyway what about you? I saw you guys last night, I almost thought you were going to go at it in the dance floor.” She laughed.
You just sighed. “What’s wrong?” Lalisa asked.
“This whole thing makes me uncomfortable, sleeping with someone I just met….I don’t even remember him that much, just his face.”
“Well maybe if you didn’t sneak out maybe you could get to know him.” Rosé said.
“You snuck out….oh (Y/N)….that’s going to give him the wrong idea and now you’ll probably never see him again.” Lalisa said disappointed.
“She’s going to have too.” Rosé spoke for you.
Lalisa looked at you both. “I forgot my phone.” You said trying to stay calm.
“What if he answers?”
“That’s what we want doofus.” Rosé stated.
“I’ll just buy a new phone.” You turned away.
“No you wont.” Lalisa pulled you back.
“Call.” Rosé handed you her phone.
You nervous dialed your phone number. You brought it up to your ear. Your heart started beating quickly as you heard the phone ringing. Lalisa and Rosé were hanging on each shoulder listening.
“Hello.” You heard his cute voice.
“H-hi.” You nervously stuttered.
“(Y/N)?” He remembered your name?
“Hi….um…you have something that belongs to me.”
He laughed. “That’s funny because I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
It took you a few to understand what he meant, but then it occurred to you. You stole his sweater.
Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.
1.“I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”
17.“The power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.”
Request: hi! idk if you’ve already done this (im sorry if you have!) but it would be cute if peter and the reader could have a movie marathon? like hp or something. i know its not much but I hope you could find somewhere to go with it!
A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because I thought I could make some magic with them. Also sorry, I know nothing about Harry Potter so I didn’t really include much of it in the fic. ~Also, let me know if you want a part 2 to this, (I am open to writing smut guys)~
Peter Parker was one of your best friends. Ned always called him the love of your life, jokingly of course. But, Ned was right. Kind of? You were in love with Peter.
Usually every Friday night, you, Peter, and Ned would ave movie night. Peter would come home early from being Spiderman and you would all watch movies at one of your houses.
Today you were supposed to go to Ned’s house, but he went away with his parents for the weekend so you and Peter had yet to decide what your plans were.
You and Pete were sitting in chemistry working on a lab when your nudged him “Hey Parker what are we doing tonight,”
“Christ, Y/N, you almost made me spill this sulphuric acid,”
You looked up to Peter who had his googles on and was holding a test tube filled with sulphuric acid, going to pour it into a beaker. (Lol I’ve spilt sulphuric acid on my hands multiple times cause my science teacher would never give us gloves to wear during labs).
“You can come over to my house tonight. Aunt May’s out with friends for the weekend so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” Peter said
“Perfect. I’ll come over around 6pm? And, being the generous friend I am, i’ll bring the pizza,”
After school, you went home and tried to do some of your homework, but you couldn’t focus. Movie nights with Peter (and Ned) were the best part of your week. If Peter didn’t have to go out and be Spiderman you would already be at Peter’s apartment, sitting together watching movies.
But since that wasn’t the case. You patiently waited a few hours before heading to Peter’s.
Before leaving you threw your pjs, and some movies into your backpack. Regretting the decision of promising Peter pizza, you decided to just order some to his apartment.
When you arrived at Peter’s apartment, you knew he would have left the door unlocked for you so you walked right in.
“Honey, I’m home!” You said, walking inside. You dropped your things and walking over to join Peter on the couch.
“Man, its pouring outside,” you continued.
“Welcome home, honey. Yeah, the rain had kind of prevented me from being Spidey tonight. You could have come over earlier,”
“Well thanks for the heads up Parker,”
“Sorry. But did you bring anything for me?” Peter asked
“Bring you anything like what?”
“Well, i’m very hungry,”
“Well if you’re horny I could definitely help you out with that, but I thought we were going to have a movie marathon?”
“Oh my god Y/N. I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out there was a knock at the door.
“Pizza’s here. Looks like that’ll solve one of your problems,”
You grabbed your wallet, paid the pizza man and then brought the box over to Peter on the couch.
“What movies are we watching tonight?”
“I put Harry Potter in the dvd player. You feel like watching that?”
“Sure,” you nodded.
Peter turned on the movie and the two of you sat on the couch. You only made it 20 minutes into the movie when the lights started flickering.
“That doesn’t seem good,” you said.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Peter said, moving his attention back to the movie.
You rolled your eyes, knowing a storm like this would most definitely knock out the power.
Sure enough, a few minutes later the power went out.
The apartment went silent as the tv shut off. You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. It was pitch black besides the occasional flash of lightning outside.
“Told you,” you muttered.
You didn’t have to see Peter to know he was rolling his eyes.
“What now?” Your asked.
“Well, the power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.” Peter said.
“I mean, we already explored the idea of sex so that seems like the best idea. I’m down,”
“If Ned were here would that still be the best idea?” Peter asked
“I mean, if Ned wouldn’t mind sitting out here while we fuck in your bedroom, then sure,” you joked.
Peter laughed “Back to the Future?”
“Sure,” you agreed.
Peter disappeared for a moment, making his way to his bedroom to find his laptop.
There was a loud bang and you heard Peter say “Fuck,”
You laughed, knowing Peter must have walked into something.
“Thanks for asking if I’m okay,” Peter said, walking back into the room.
“You’re spiderman. I’m supposed to be worried about you walking in the dark now?”
“A little concern would be nice,”
Peter came and sat down beside you. You were leaning on him, as he placed his laptop on his lap and looked for the movie.
“Mmhmm,” Peter mumbled, still searching his laptop.
“You know I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”
“What?” Peter asked
“I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”
“No, I heard what you said I just… I don’t believe you,”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Why not?” You asked.
You felt like you had made a fool of yourself to Peter. You had just admitted that you would be open to doing things with Peter and all he had to say was that he thought you were lying.
“Come on, Y/N. We joke about this all the time. We joke about sex and being in a relationship and living happily ever after one day. But we joke, I’ve accepted that that’s not actually going to happen because we’re just friends and you don’t feel that way about me,”
“Have you ever thought that maybe I actually do feel that way about you?”
“Don’t joke about that Y/N, you could never like someone like me,”
“What on earth are you talking about Peter?”
“I mean you’re so amazing, how on earth could you actually like me? You’re just fucking with me. It’s really not that funny,”
“Peter i’m not fucking with you, but I would like to fuck you. Jesus Christ, Peter. I have feelings for you,”
“Wait… you do?” Peter asked
“Yes!” You exclaimed.
“I have feelings for you too, Y/N,”
“So about that ‘best idea’…” you said, raising your eyebrows in a suggestive way.
Peter laughed “I mean, like you said, I’m down,”
“Then what are you waiting for Parker?”
Peter quickly placed his laptop on the coffee table in front of him and leaned down to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours, using his teeth to lightly nip at your bottom lip.
He moved his hands to your waist, so they were slightly riding up your shirt.
You pulled away, “You could at least take me to your bedroom before you tried to take your clothes off,”
Peter laughed, “As you wish, my dear,”
Peter stood up and offered you his hand. You graciously took it and let him lead you to his bedroom.
“Man I am so happy Ned’s away this weekend,” You said.
Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors
and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find
Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about
dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 4,608 (went really overboard)
lots of bad language, fluff, sarcasm, drinking, implied drunkenness, angst, regret, hangover, confrontation, stupid feelings are stupid yeah?
A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?”
Second to last part! Tags are closed. I loved all your messages so much!
Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
Word Count: 1,776
Warnings: Swearing, smut, lots of detailed smut
After that, the rest of the evening seemed to pass by in a blur. Sure, you were concerned about Bucky leaving for his business trip. Your relationship was only just beginning to heal. Who knew what the extended time apart could do. It had the potential to be extremely damaging, but it also might help. Nevertheless, you felt strangely calm.
The conversation flowed easily over dinner, and by desert, you found yourself laughing and smiling again, the nervousness now gone completely. You were still a bit shaky after Bucky’s earlier confession, but that discussion could wait until a more opportune time. Slowly, the Bucky you knew and loved was beginning to come back.
Thank you anon for the request! As I stated before everyone in this fic is legal age, and the reader will be older than Jug. I also made it so FP was young when he had Jug, but there was still a large gap.
Anyway I am so so sorry this was late. Aaaaah I hate that this was so late. I hope I wrote it to your standards and you like it ^^ If not please let me know and I will try to fix it. Also thank you so, so much for the well wishes you sweetheart <3 Hope you are doing well anon!
I don’t know yet if I will continue to allow age differences like this in my writing as I wasn’t too keen on writing it. I wasn’t a big fan but I did want to get this one written, as I said I would
Warnings: If you like happy endings, this fic isn’t for you.
There were many things in life you hadn’t planned for. For starters you’d never planned to move to DC. It had been an impulse decision when you felt suffocated in your own state, and it was there, and it was welcoming. You’d never planned to rent out the apartment next to a certain FBI agent. You could barely afford the rent but after looking for a cheaper place and seeing the safety risks, you’d decided to take the one bedroom apartment.
You hadn’t planned on having your purse stolen on your way home one night. You had dragged your feet on your way home afterwards, a mix of anger and disappointment with humanity filling you. You groaned when you realized the landlord was still out and wouldn’t be available to open your door that night. Instead you simply took a seat on the hard floor and hoped fate would send something, anything, good your way. Much to your surprise, fate’s idea of a good thing was a tall gorgeous brunette.
“Are you ok?” Spencer asked as he saw you leaning against your door, utterly defeated by the long day you’d just endured. He himself had just gotten in from a case and was surprised to find someone in the hallway so late at night.
“I don’t have my keys,” you sighed deeply, “I won’t be able to get into my apartment until the morning when I can ask the landlord for a spare.”
He looked you over as if assessing if you were telling the truth and whether or not you’d be any danger to him. You weren’t offended by it. The city was a dangerous place and it wasn’t uncommon to be wary of even your neighbors.
“You can sleep on my couch if you want. It’ll be more comfortable than the floor,” he offered as he opened the door to his own place.
“You promise you won’t kill me?” you asked jokingly. He chuckled, finding the question more amusing than you expected him to.
“Trust me, I’m not a killer,” he assured. He smiled and motioned for you to follow him. “Come on. It’s only a night.”
You hadn’t planned to spend the night on his couch, and you definitely hadn’t planned on falling in love with him either. That just sort of happened on its own due to the way the two of you clicked, your conversations flowing effortlessly. Simple conversations turned into coffee dates. Coffee dates turned into dinner dates. Dinner dates turned into dates that lasted well into the night, and even bled over into the next day until the sunrise shining through the windows let Spencer know it was time to get up for work. Spencer himself hadn’t expected to fall in love either, but soon enough he found himself in your bed most nights with a joyous grin on his face and you in his arms.
You hadn’t planned on many things, and being pregnant was one of them.
Spencer was in shock when you told him, just as you had been. You had been on birth control. He had used protection. The possibilities of getting pregnant had been minuscule, so tiny that the idea had never crossed his mind. It’d never even crossed yours until your period didn’t come. Even then you had been doubtful. You’d missed periods before due to side effects of being on the pill, but you had decided to take a test just to reassure yourself that you weren’t pregnant but the reassurance never came.
That one positive test turned into four after you rushed to the store in a desperate need for it to be negative. One after the other, they all read the same.
Both of you had sat in complete silence that night. You sat in front of the television, the sound muted the second you had announced that you had something important to share. Your mind was clouded and you were unable to formulate a single plan. All you could feel was fear. You were young. Unlike Spencer, you didn’t make enough money to be able to care for a child. Hell, you could barely afford your home. All of it simply made your stomach turn in nerves. Meanwhile, Spencer’s mind was spinning with new thoughts. He would have to take time off. He would have to find a way to be at home more often. As much as he adored both Hotch and JJ, he was aware of how often they left their children behind and he wasn’t willing to do the same.
“We’ll be ok,” Spencer finally spoke as he leaned back into the sofa. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, his hand giving you a gentle but reassuring squeeze. “We’ll be ok.”
Within a month Spencer’s worried outlook had completely changed. He was excited, eager to become a father. He had kept the news a secret from the rest of the team simply because he wanted to enjoy something by himself for a moment. He figured he would let them know when your stomach had grown into a tiny bump, a physical proof of the life growing inside.
You’d gone to the doctor and had been told to try to rest as much as possible. A weak cervix. That’s what he had said. You instantly thought back to the distant memory of your own mother losing a child. You were just a kid, but you remembered the way your mother had cried. That sort of grief would be burned in your memory no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. The revelation instantly made you nervous and so you decided to keep the news of the pregnancy to yourself.
Spencer had since then done his best to tend to your every need. Every moment he wasn’t on a case was spent by your side. He was attentive, obsessive even as he lectured you on what you could and couldn’t do in your state. You’d roll your eyes when he’d refuse to even let you stand at times.
“I have to pee, Spence,” you laughed when he tried to push you back into bed. He grinned sheepishly, aware that he had been just a tad too overbearing the past weeks.
“Just don’t take too long. You need to lay down,” he replied.
“I’m allowed to walk. I just can’t do heavy lifting or strenuous exercise. If I don’t get up from bed I’ll lose all my muscle,” you frowned.
“Just take care of yourself. Please,” he begged.
Life, it turned out, had its own plans.
It came out of nowhere while you showered one morning. A sharp pain that begun in your stomach and stretched to your back. You gasped, unsure of what had caused it until you saw the blood begin to flow down your legs only to be washed down the drain with the rest of the water. You watched the red droplets turn pink and be gone in an instant.
You went still as the pain worsened, leaning onto the shower wall as the blood turned into clots. You watched in horror as your body cleaned itself out. The blood clots come out thicker, some made of tissue and not disintegrating as quickly down the drain. You could feel the life leave your body and crumpled into yourself.
You didn’t know how long you sat there, curled up into the bathtub as the shower overhead continued to run. Your body shook with your sobbing, so loud even the tenant beneath you wondered what was happening. You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. The warm water turned ice cold as the hours passed, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t. In that moment you had lost all the will to live as your child had been lost. You remained silent, as if you had lost your voice along with any happiness you had felt that day.
Spencer found you like that. He had been away for a week on a difficult case and had thought of you the entire time. He had let himself in with a bright smile on his face that quickly vanished. When he walked into an empty bedroom with only the sound of water running, he had immediately been struck him with a gut wrenching feeling.
He felt himself lose his breath at the sight of you. Your skin was raised in goosebumps from the freezing water and your hair stuck to your face, concealing bloodshot eyes. You looked so fragile as you laid against the bathtub, your eyes dead of any emotion. He hurriedly rushed over to turn the shower off, his eyes widening when he saw the small amount of blood that still trickled out of you.
“Y/N, what did you do?”
You couldn’t answer. A choked sob left your throat at his question, at his accusation. As if you had done something. As if you had purposely caused this.
“I don’t understand,” he said again as he took a step back. His hands flew into his hair, grabbing at it in an odd desperation. He thought back to the various pictures you’d sent while he was out and recalled the conversations about your mother visiting and the activities she wanted to do. “I told you not to eat unhealthy food! I told you to stay in bed when your mother wanted to go for walks!”
You cringed as his voice rose with anger. A painful shiver shot through you at the cold air hitting your skin, but it wasn’t as hurtful as the words that were spewing from Spencer’s mouth. His words burned through you, the venom seeping straight into your heart and causing it to ache.
“I’m gone for one week! One week!” he cried, his emotions overflowing at the thought of the loss. “One week and you can’t take care of yourself! God, why are you so irresponsible! You knew this!”
“Go away,” you finally managed to say, your voice just above a whisper. You hugged yourself and curled up tighter in the porcelain bathtub. You couldn’t bear to hear his words. You couldn’t handle the fact he blamed you for this.
“Y/N, I just don’t get it. Why would you-”
“Go away!” you yelled as hot tears streaked down your face. Your vision blurred as your breathing became erratic. You shut your eyes, not wanting to exist anymore.
“No. Look at you. You’re still bleeding, you have to go to a hospital. You have to explain what you-”
“I don’t want you here,” you snapped, your anger rising at his constant blame. How dare he. How could someone who you loved, who claimed to love you, ever speak so ill of you in such a hard time. Where was the compassion? Instead all you got were harsh words and blame. "I don’t want you anymore! Go!“
Spencer’s heart felt as if it had been ripped out when he heard the anger and grief rip through your voice. In an instant the overwhelming waves of emotions inside him calmed and he realized what he had done.
He had blamed you. He had blamed you for something he logically knew wasn’t actually your fault. His own anguish at losing a child had clouded his mind and made him forget that you were the one who had physically lost a baby. You had felt the life inside you leave and it had left you broken. And here he was, screaming at you.
“Y/N…” he whispered, instantly filling with regret. He bent down and reached for you, noticing for the first time how cold your skin was and how alarmingly weak you appeared to be.
“Don’t touch me,” you whispered as you flinched away from his fingertips. His heart shattered as he watched your eyes stare blankly at the drain, the tub lightly stained pink from all the blood you had lost.
“I…,” he couldn’t speak. You took one look at him and he knew. He saw it on your face. You wouldn’t ever want him back after his outburst and the accusations he had so carelessly thrown around. He saw the heartbreak in your eyes that he would never be able to mend.
And so he left, the image of you broken forever burned into his mind.
A/N: I procrastinated writing this by working on another drabble list that won’t be used until November at least. So there’s that. Also coming up with titles is the hardest part of the writing process. Besides the writing, of course. That is all.
This was a request from anon asking for 41 with Reid. I hope you like it :)
“Morning Y/N,” Derek Morgan greeted as you walked into the BAU. “Whoa, you look like hell, you alright?”
“Yeah,” You mumbled tiredly, taking a swig of your coffee. “Just a long night.”
In reality, you had spent your night completely sleepless, not because you couldn’t sleep, but because you were scared to. It wasn’t even because of your job, which was horrific on the best of days, though it was part of it. The last case you and the team had worked on was in the town you had grown up in. The case hadn’t just hit a little to close to home - it had hit your home, since you were kidnapped by your step-father who ended up being the unsub all along. Sure, you knew he was an abusive son of a bitch, but you didn’t think he was capable of butchering the people you had all but grown up with.
You had nightmares every night after that. Last night, you couldn’t take it anymore, forcing yourself to stay awake via TV and copious amounts of caffeine. Needless to say, coffee was the only thing you were running on this morning, but at the very least you didn’t have a case. Just paperwork, which was probably worse. “Good morning, Y/N,” Spencer greeted, giving you a smile. His eyes took in your appearance, and he frowned. “Did you sleep at all last night?”
“Nope,” You said, collapsing at your desk. “I’ll be alright though.”
“That’s not very healthy, you know,” Reid said, wandering over to lean against your desk. “You need to stop doing this to yourself.”
“It’s the only thing that keeps the nightmares away,” You mumbled, propping your head in the palm of your head to look up at him. “Unless you have a better suggestion.”
“Well, um,” Your boyfriend stammered. He very obviously did have an idea, but you didn’t know if he was going to stop stuttering long enough to spit it out.
“What is it?” You said impatiently, tone more snappish than you had meant it to be. “Sorry, I’m just really tired.”
“No, no, it’s alright,” Spencer assured you. “My thoughts were, well, people say that sometimes they sleep better if there’s another person with them. And I was just thinking, if you wanted to try, maybe we could…”
“Spence,” You drawled. “I am currently running on caffeine and pure spite right now, so anything that will let me get a full night’s sleep is a godsend. And if you really think that I would say no to cuddling with you all night, you would be wrong.”
“Oh,” He said, blushing. “Right, um, I’ll come over tonight then.”
“Woo, get it Reid!” You heard Morgan yell from across the room, causing the doctor to go an even more vibrant shade of red.
You tactfully flicked Morgan off before smiling sleepily at Reid. “Sounds like a plan.”
i was gonna start work on First Heat in St Petersburg but I ran into an un expected tangle of Feelings and now I have to decide if I want to write it out or just elide it. Basically: the way I have the “series” (I mean, there’s now two and a half fics that more or less fit in the same continuity, if not on purpose) right now, it makes sense for the heat Yuri has before he goes to St Petersburg to hit between Barcelona and JP/RU Nationals, which means of course that Yuri will be spending it by himself, because Victor is goin to St Petersburg to get ready for RU Nationals, right? So of course Victor is going to be like WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO and Yuri is like “uh deal with it” and Victor pauses for a second and is like “wait, how were you planning to deal with it when you told me we should end things?”
Yuri makes a vague noise but like he had two options he was considering:
Victor leaves for good, he spends a very miserable week and finds out they sort of accidentally scentbonded and he’s miserable forever but never admits it because he doesn’t think Victor would be affected
(Victor, who has been scentbonded and known it since SOCHI, covers his face in his hands)
Victor agrees to go back to skating and also something something Yuri gets to stay with him? Yuri doesn’t know. Anyway, Yuri retires and has the heat and immediately gets knocked up. This is his best case scenario.
“I have to go yell into the void for like – five minutes? Okay? Okay, bunny? I’m not leaving. I just have to. I have to go scream for a minute.” Victor returns after screaming down the stairwell and spends the rest of the night painfully untangling what Yuri was thinking and trying to come up with a way that isn’t yelling to say “Did you think I would only want you if you were having my baby?”
Partly yes partly no Yuri had a list of names that sounded good with Nikiforov that he started when he was 14 and it’s not that he doesn’t want to have kids, it’s more that he was waiting until he was done skating
QED, Victor knocks him up, everybody’s happy
“I have to go scream again,” says Victor. “I love you very much and I have a migraine right now. Don’t - stay right here and hug the tissue box, bunny, okay? I love you.”
he sticks his head back in the room long enough to add, “when you’re done skating I would love to have kids with you. I love you. I’m going to go shriek at the uncaring night. I’ll be back.”
Anyway I suspect this is a separate fic that I have to write, or pretend to write, before First Heat In St Petersburg. Or it’s gonna be a hella long fic. UGH.
Requested by anon: “I’m so glad you want Reid lol imagine being the person Reid goes to when he’s over thinking or panicked. Just being there for him when a case or situation is overwhelming. I think that’s cute and dramatic lol -🐞”
A/N: First Criminal Minds fic on this blog! How exciting. ^.^
If their is one thing you consider your apartment, its safe. It has a good security system, locks, and of course the FBI agent who is your neighbor. Yes, Dr. Spencer Reid is your neighbor.
The two of you have become quite the friends. You’ve also even gotten to meet some of his co-workers/friends. They were all amazingly nice people, but they noticed how different your relationship was with Spence. It was completely friends, no co-worker, or case drama to mix in.
Over time your apartment has become a safe haven for the good doctor. No matter what time of day or night you’re always open to listen to his overly thunk thoughts or the nightmare he just had.
Often you’d even let him crash on your couch if it was late and he was still worked up.
All of these things made tonight no different. Finding him leaning against your door, looking like a lost puppy.
“Hey Spence” you greeted. Giving him a wide smile, something he dearly loved to see adhere your features.
“H-Hey [F/n], sorry to bother you just getting home but could we talk? Please?” his voice shaking a little as usual, for some reason it did that when he started talking but eventually warmed up to your presence. You thought this happened around everyone he was comfortable with but in fact it only happened around you.
This boy was head over heels for you. No matter how he’d like to deny it. He didn’t want to pull you intimately into the life of Rapists and Serial Killers.
“Of course, you know my door’s always open to you” Answering while unlocking your door.
He followed you in, taking his shoes off by the door. “What were you out doing tonight?” curious as to why you were later than usual.
“A date“ you answered simply. “Oh really?” he asked, his voice a bit pained.
“Yeah, it was a waste of time though. Guy was an ass. Last time I let my friend set me up with someone” you chuckled while standing in your kitchen. Having made some tea for the both of you. Not hearing his sigh of relief.
Meeting him at the couch you handed him a mug before sitting by his side. “So what’s got the doctor troubled?”
“I, um. You know how my mother has schizophrenia?” he asked hesitantly. You nodded having been told about his childhood already.
“Well I’m reaching the age where those symptoms begin to show, I mean I’ve had testing done and those results say I’m fine but there’s always the chance that I won’t be and it’s scary.” The pace of his words quick. He did that when trying to get a thought out or opening up to someone.
At this point you’re more than capable with keeping up with him.
“Spence, yes there will always be risk factors but if the tests say you’re going to be okay you should trust them. Over thinking about what might happen will only affect your time in the present. Enjoy life in the moment. And if something does end up showing itself then we cross that bridge when we come to it” You comforted him.
“But what happens if I do end up having something? What if I end up as bad as my mom?”
“Spence you know more than anyone that mental illness is different for everyone. There’s no guarantee that you will reach that point. But how things are going now, you’re about as normal as a genius can be” you giggled. Making a smile pull at his lips.
“Thanks [F/n]. You always know just what to say.” he smiled at you. Relief filling you at seeing he’s back to his fact spewing self.
“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” You laughed, shrugging. “I’ll always be here for you Spence, okay?” reassuring him at taking his hand. He smiled, lightly squeezing it.
“[F/n]?” he whispered, staring at your hands. “Yes?” you matched his tone.
Looking up at you, hope in his eyes. A completely new expression on his face, one of hope and confidence. “Would you maybe want to–” Though his voice was cut off by his phone ringing.
He apologized before answering, “Hey Hotch… Yeah I understand… I’ll leave now”
He hung up the phone and looked at you apologetically “I’m sor-” you stopped him by raising your hand, “No worries, duty calls” smiling at him.
Getting up to leave he slipped on his shoes. He was halfway out the door when you stopped him. Looking at him from the couch you called, “Hey Spencer?” He looked back at you curiously. “Yes” you answered.
“What?“ His face contorting with confusion.
“Yes, I’d love to get dinner with you.” He visibly tensed from shock. “Y-You mean?”
You chuckled, “Being friends with you I’ve picked up some profiling abilities. I finished the sentence for you, how’d I do?” smiling at him, a sparkle in your eyes.
He smiled and looked at his feet, “Great, you did a great job. I’ll uh, I’ll call you after the case” nerves twisted with happiness in his tone.
“I’m looking forward to it” you smiled. He waved before closing the door behind him. Biting your lip you smiled before nestling into the couch further. Unaware of Spencer high-fiving himself in the hallway.
The Five Times Derek Morgan Asked to Kiss You, and The One Time You Said Yes | Derek Morgan x Reader
Morgan x Reader
52: “Can I have a kiss, please?”
were five times that Derek Morgan asked to kiss you before you finally said yes,
this is the record of each of those instances.
A/N: Thank you so much for your request! This is my longest fic by like 1000 words so thats super exciting! Requests and feedback would be greatly appreciated! I have a link to my masterlist on my home page!
time Derek Morgan that asked for a kiss was when you were still new to the BAU.
You had been there for a little over a quarter of a year and you absolutely
loved it, you loved your team and you loved putting bad guys away, even though
you did admit it took an emotional toll to see the things you saw every day.
One of the main things you didn’t love was the paperwork, and since you were so
new you hadn’t gotten down a rhythm yet, not to mention is was easy to pass off
some extra paperwork onto the new person. What this meant was that while
everyone else was done with their paperwork you were still staying in the
office long after everyone else some nights. This one was of those nights. You
were sipping on what you thought was your 7th cup of coffee, turning
a page when you were startled by a voice ringing out in the semi-dark bullpen.
Y/L/N, what are you still doing here?” Derek Morgan asked, putting his hands up
after you jumped, “Woah, didn’t mean to startle you, my apologies.”
at him, telling him it was alright before frowning, “I thought you went home a
made it all the way down to the parking garage before I realized I forgot something.
You still working on paperwork?” Coming to lean on your desk, he noticed how
much paperwork you still had to get done and scoffed.
it, the newbie got stuck with all of it,” You laugh dryly as you lean back in
your chair and stretch.
alright, you’ll be here all night at this rate, I’ll take half.” Morgan said as
he grabbed half of the files sitting on the side of your desk and you thank him
and smile warmly in response before he continued, “Could I get a kiss for my
troubles?” Giving you a flirty grin that would make anyone’s knees weak and, to
be honest, anyone’s panties hit the floor.
allow yourself to turn red, you knew he was the office flirt and you couldn’t let
yourself get affected by it, much less let him see you turn red in embarrassment
so you sent him a teasing glare. “In your dreams, Morgan.”
fellow FBI agent just laughed as he went to go sit down at his desk to start on
the paperwork. The rest of the night was full of idle chit chat, laughs, and
plenty of papercuts.
second time Derek Morgan asked to kiss you was a few months later while working
on a grueling case. During those few months, you and him had gotten closer,
frequently going out together, having each other over for meals or to watch
movies, grabbing coffee before work, just small things that seemed to start to
bridge the gap of coworkers to good friends, so you were happy when Hotch
partnered you up for the case, going to the ME’s office first.
been in Washington State for almost three weeks now trying to catch this
killer, with no leads but bodies piling up, everyone felt helpless. Because of
this, Hotch sent you and Morgan to the old crime scenes, hoping that new sets
of eyes on the scene may give a different perspective that could lead to a
break. The two of you ran thought what happened, bouncing ideas off each other
and mid-sentence Morgan stops, a look of realization washing over his face.
Quickly pulling out his phone, he called Garcia, feeding her new points of
information and conferenced the rest of the team into the call. Garcia yelled a
name and address into the phone, and all units were to gear up and head over
through the streets, sirens blaring, half of the team going to the work and
half going to the home. You and Morgan arrived at the house just as Prentiss
and Rossi did, SWAT not far behind. After quickly putting on your vests you
burst into the house, finding the unsub in the basement with a gun to the last
victims head. Specializing in negotiation, you talked down the unsub, getting
him in cuffs and putting the victim in an ambulance to the hospital.
job, Morgan.” You said as you two got back in the car to go clean up at the
police station, “You’re the one who figured out the break in the case.”
you, Y/L/N, it was a group effort,” He smiled appreciatively at you before the
smile changed to one you knew far too well at this point, “Do I get a congratulatory
dreams, Derek.” You said with a laugh, smacking his arm lightly before turning
your attention back to the road.
Sometimes, you had to admit, men
annoyed the crap outta you, and right now was one of those times. You were at a
bar with the team, and you were the one who drew the short straw and had to go
get another round of drinks for everyone and bring them back to the table. You
were leaning on the bar, glancing around the room and people watching when you
felt a hand touch your arm to grab your attention. You frowned, turning to face
him, this was supposed to be team bonding night, not have some creepy dude at the
bar hit on you.
help but notice you across the bar, I was wondering if I could buy you a drink.”
The man said, with you think is an attempt at a flirty smile. It was odd and
forced, nothing like the Derek’s handsome and sultry smile. Wait. What. You
stopped yourself from continuing, scolding yourself for thinking about your
co-worker and close friend in that way.
here with people, so I’m going to be getting back to them once I get our
drinks.” You say shortly, shifting your body language to a more closed off position
and hoping that it would ward of the man’s unwanted advances,
sweetheart, It’s just one drink, then you can get back to your friends.” He attempts
again, reaching out to touch your arm.
no.” You brush his arm away, giving him a disgusted look.
here you little bit-“
me, is there a problem here?” A familiar deep voice says from behind you and
you feel an arm drape over your shoulders and pull you close.
her boyfriend?” The creep asks in a harsh tone, a sneer on his lips.
yeah, I am, and I suggest you back up because I do believe she told you no
multiple times.” Derek says evenly, danger in his tone.
the bartender sets all of the drinks you ordered in front of you, and you see
that as a sign to take your leave, “Hey, babe, will you help me carry these
back to our table?” You ask as, looking up at Morgan with a smile, Mr. Can’t-take-no-for-an-answer
eyeing you two with disgust.
course, darlin’, anything for you.” Derek said with a grin as he removed his
arm from around your shoulders and went to grab half the drinks. You frowned
slightly to yourself as you realized that you missed it. As you two walked back
to the table his voice drew you back from your thoughts. “Since I’m your
boyfriend now does that mean I get a kiss?”
you looked up at him, finding that flirty smirk dancing on his lips and you
swore you felt your knees weaken slightly but you didn’t pay it much mind,
rolling your eyes for emphasis, “In your dreams, babe, I do believe I said nothing about you being my boyfriend, you
said that to the creep. You know what pisses me off? He’d listen to another guy
but not me. I swear, the way our society treats women, it’s just breading
kidding,” he says with a shake of his head as you two sit back down to continue
your team night out.
the time you spent with Derek outside work increased. Movie nights turned into
accidental sleep overs when you’d both fall asleep on the couch, your head
resting on his shoulder and his head resting on yours, curled up next to each
other on your couch. The way you behaved around each other at work changed as well. When all
of you were standing in a PD conference room around a bulletin board while going
over facts in a case, you’d rest your arm on his shoulder, leaning into him
slightly. On the plane on the way back when you leaned forward with your head
in your hands and sighed in exhaustion, you’d feel his hand running up and down your back briefly,
before you’d both return back to what you were doing previously. On paperwork
days when you swore entire team probably went through one Folgers tub of coffee a
day, you two developed a little routine. Whenever one of you needed to refill your cup, you’d grab the
other’s on the way over to the coffee pot, and on the way back, the other would
instinctively raise their hand up in response and a mug would be
pressed to their palm and they’d continue working as if the exchange was second
began noticing, they were the Behavioral Analysis Unit after all. When he asked
what time you were coming over that night during lunch Emily shot a questioning
look to Penelope, who just shrugged in response. When you made an inside joke
in front of Rossi and Reid, Spencer frowned, glancing at Rossi, who in return
just put his hands up and walked away. Derek and you weren’t oblivious to their
questioning glances and whispered gossip though, but you two didn’t care in the
slightest, you had nothing to hide nor nothing to explain, you were just close
friends. Or at leasts thats what you told yourselves.
fourth time Derek Morgan asked for a kiss was Valentine’s Day. You hadn’t seen
anyone romantically for a while by then, and surprisingly, neither had Derek.
When asked about his most recent conquests he’d just shrug and say he was
taking a break for a while, much to everyone’s astonishment.
came into the bullpen on the 14th, dressed in all red and pink, handing
you each cards and chocolate and asking what plans you had for the special
romantic night. JJ and Will were going out, but it seemed everyone else was
single with no plans besides wallowing in self-pity, so Garcia suggested you
all go out together, do something fun, maybe pick out one night stands at a bar
to share your sorrows with. Everyone agreed that that sounded fun and you
contemplated going, but ultimately decided that you’d rather spend your sad
lonely night with your copy of The Princess Bride and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s.
You didn’t exactly feel up to getting drunk and watch as your team picked up
hotties, especially not Morgan. The thought of him leaving a bar that night
with a gorgeous woman under his arm made you feel like there was a heavy stone
in your stomach, and you couldn’t exactly discern why.
Y/N/N, it’ll be fun, another team night out,” Derek said, leaning back in his
chair and putting his hands behind his head. Wow, you thought to yourself, that
position really showed off how gorgeous those muscly arms were. “And if you can’t
find any handsome man you want to take home we could always spend some time
together and you can give me that kiss you owe me.”
“Owe you?” You ask, scoffing as you open
up a drawer in your desk, “Since when do I owe you a kiss?”
did half your paperwork and saved your ass from that creep at the bar!” He
laughed, the rest of the team chucking as they watched the ordeal.
want a kiss Derek?” You grinned as you found what you were looking for in your
drawer, a bag of Hershey’s Kisses. Since he had made such a big deal over the
past months of asking for a kiss from you, you thought of something funny to do
the next time he asked. You swore you’d had the chocolate sitting in your desk
drawer for weeks. “I’ll give you more than just one even.” Throwing the bag at
him, he grinned as he caught it, shaking his head.
The fifth and final time Derek
Morgan asked for a kiss was right after the team had caught the unsub. Just
like a previous time, you had split up to go to his work and home, and after
you, Prentiss, and Reid busted into the unsubs work, it became apparent he was
either on the run or at the home. You all listened with baited breath as you
waited for any sign that the team had apprehended the suspect and were safe.
This unsub was a bad one, well they were all bad, but this one had nothing to
lose and was determined to take down as many people with him as he could. So,
when you hear gunshots and “Agent Morgan’s down, we need a medic,” Over your
earcoms, your stomach dropped to your feet and you swore time stopped for a
moment. Prentiss and Reid were calling your name for you to hop in the car to
speed to the closest hospital but you couldn’t seem to move your feet. Then it
was like time finally caught up to you and kicked you into overdrive. You swore
you never drove so fast in your life.
You met Hotch and Rossi at the
hospital and they assured you all that not only had they rescued the final
victim in time, but that Morgan was okay, he just hot hit in the shoulder and
would make a speedy recovery, and that he was in the hospital room eager to see
everyone. As everyone gathered in the hospital room for a bit before having to
go clear the rest of the stuff up at the police station, you hung in the back,
watching from a far as you processed the realization that hit you in the car.
“Y/L/N,” Hotch’s voice pulled you
from your thoughts and you turned to face him, eyebrows raised in question. “The
rest of the team is heading back to the police station for last minute
paperwork stuff, do you mind staying here and driving Morgan to the airport
after he’s cleared?”
“No I don’t mind at all,” You said
a bit numbly, nodding in response. As everyone else cleared out you finally
made your way over to Derek.
“Hey, what’s going on in that
pretty little head of yours?” He asked, brows furrowed as he sat on the edge of
the bed. His shoulder was wrapped up, and that was all that you could look at.
“I was worried, you had me worried.”
You said quietly, moving closer to him.
“I’m fine, I promise, come here,”
He said, lifting his non-injured arm for you to tuck yourself underneath it. As
you sat down beside him you leaned into his side, resting your head on his
“Hey, Derek…” you start, your voice
barely above a whisper.
“I know, Y/N, I love you too.” He
said, moving to tilt your head up to look at him.
You nod in response, looking up at him. You
two sit there for a few moments, just staring in each other’s eyes and only
breaking eye contact to glance down at each others lips every few seconds. Soon
that flirty grin you knew all too well spread across his face.
“Can I have a kiss, please?”
“Yes,” You breathes out and without
a second’s hestitation you closed the distance between your lips.
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“Lestrade! Where is it?” Sherlock yelled, approaching Lestrade at the home of the latest crime scene.
“I haven’t had a decent case in a month, I hope this is a good one.” He said, walking beside him up the stairs to where he presumed the body was.
“Well, about that…” Lestrade began, cautiously.
“What?” Sherlock stopped, a serious tone to his voice.
“Well, we’ve already solved it…” Lestrade said and Sherlock laughed, then he realized Lestrade was being serious.
“You’re joking. Tell me you’re joking. How the hell could you have solved it? Your text said you’ve never seen anything like this.” Sherlock argued in disbelief.
“Yes, well we hadn’t but I just hired this new detective from Sheffield and they solved it.” He explained as they arrived at the scene of the crime, detectives and forensics milling around.
“Well who the hell is he?” Sherlock asked rudely.
“She.” You corrected, now standing in front of the two. Looking the man up and down, your hands resting on your hips.
“Sherlock Holmes, this is our newest Sergeant, (Y/N) (L/N).” You shook his hand but you could tell he was angry and maybe slightly jealous.
“Nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you. Sorry to have wasted your time, I don’t think you’ll be needed here.” You explained, he looked nothing like you pictured him. He was taller, and thinner, with better hair and brighter eyes. Actually he was pretty attractive.
“Is that so? And you’re confident that your conclusion is correct?” He questioned. Ok, attractive, and an asshole.
“Always.” You answered back with the same snap he had given you.
“I see, then you wouldn’t mind walking me through it, just to make sure?” He spoke as if he couldn’t wait to prove you wrong.
“Not at all. Tim Leng, yoga teacher, was found by his flatmate Scott Bevan in the bath, though he didn’t drown.” You pointed to the bath as you walked into the small room, Sherlock following you.
“No? Then what was the cause of death?” Sherlock asked, squinting around the scene.
“Asphyxiation, and the door was locked. He enjoyed long baths, and lighting a few dozen tealights. When we arrived there a damp patch here in front of the door to the balcony. Out there there were a few towels hanging on the dryer.” You explained, pointing to different objects around the room as you talked. You turned and found Sherlock to be much closer to you than you expected.
“Your conclusion?” He asked, as if he was testing you. You gulped nervously before continuing in the most confident voice you could muster.
“It’s a small bathroom with no ventilation. Wet towels are taped around the door frame from the outside - there’s a tiny bit of tape still here. The flames from the candles use up all the air and he slowly suffocates. Just like falling asleep. The wet towels are removed and the murderer contacts the police because he thinks he’s cleverer than us and wants to show off a bit. Which I’m sure you can understand.” You stated, adding what you thought was a clever quip at the end.
“So it was the flatmate, Bevan.” He asked and you nodded, he turned around and puffed angrily.
“Well?” Lestrade asked, waiting to see if his new Sergeant really was as clever as Sherlock.
“She’s right.” Sherlock said, disappointed.
“Thank you, Mr. Holmes, but I don’t need your approval.” You smiled, a confident air about you now.
“You’re very sure of yourself, some might call it arrogant.” Sherlock turned back to you, stepping towards you.
“A term you’re used to hearing I’m sure.” You retorted, stepping towards him, ready to go.
“I’m sorry?” He asked, offended.
“You heard me.” You stood your ground.
“You think because you’ve solved one murder, suddenly you’re as good as me?” Sherlock asked, stepping closer, trying to intimidate you.
“This isn’t my first murder and I’ve always been as good as you. You’re just threatened because suddenly you’re not the only logical one in the room. I hope it doesn’t bruise your ego too much.” You spoke walking past him, and he nearly growled.
“I don’t like her.” Sherlock muttered after you had left.
“You sure that feeling isn’t admiration?” Lestrade smirked.
“I think loathing is more like it.” Sherlock said.
“Jealousy maybe?” Lestrade laughed. “Sherlock’s finally met his match.”
“Stop.” Sherlock urged.
“But seriously Sherlock, she’s good and fits in here. We need her, please don’t scare her off.” Lestrade said, a serious tone returning to his voice.
“Trust me, I’ll be avoiding her as much as possible.” He said, following Lestrade back down the stairs of the flat.
“Don’t speak too soon, you two would make a great team. If your true goal is helping people and not showing off, that is.” Lestrade said, to which Sherlock rolled his eyes.
Once in the cab Sherlock texted John, letting him know that his plans had changed and now he could in fact babysit Rosie for the night while John and Mary have dinner.
“Thanks for taking care of Rosie, mate. Sorry about your case.” John said when he came to pick up Rosie around 11:00.
“Ugh, there will be other cases, I’ll just have to beat her to it.” Sherlock sunk into his chair, steepling his fingers and resting them on his lips.
“So she’s good? Like you?” Mary asked, his eyes were closed but he knew she donned a smirk.
“No one’s like me… but yes she’s good. Annoyingly so.” John laughed and shared a look with Mary.
“What’s this?” Mary asked, picking up a fancy looking invitation from his desk. Sherlock’s eyes popped open to see what she was inquiring about.
“Nothing. Mycroft has to attend one of those gala events and wants me to suffer as his plus one.” Sherlock waved it off.
“You’re going right?” John asked, authoritatively.
“Absolutely not! Why would I, there will be people there.” Sherlock whinned.
“You should go! Get out of the house, you need it.” Mary urged him.
“Why?” Sherlock asked, annoyed.
“Because then you can embarrass Mycroft in front of all his colleagues or whatever you two do to get ahead in your little childish feud. I don’t know mate, but you need to get out of the house. Before you resort to old habits.” John scolded.
“Who knows, you might even meet someone.” Mary added, trying to be positive.
“Oh, Christ. If I go will you two stop!” Sherlock shouted, oh how he craved a cigarette right now.
“Yes.” They both agreed.
“Fine! Now go, go.” He shooed them out the door.
“Bye, Sherlock!” Mary said gleefully, waving with one hand, Rosie in the other.
Standing in front a mirror in Mycroft’s study Sherlock straightened the bow tie he was made to wear. He picked up his porcelain mask that covered half of his face, and was surprisingly light weight.
“Now remember tonight I need you to be civil, dance with everyone, don’t embarrass me.” Mycroft instructed once they had arrived at Buckingham Palace. Sherlock rolled his eyes and left to circle the room.
His eyes landed on you almost immediately. You were smiling and chatting with Prince Harry as he handed you a drink. You were beautiful and excited him, a mysterious air about you. He saw Harry laughing and you smirked. You patted his arm gently as you left him to speak to someone else. It was like his attention was dragged to you and he couldn’t pull it away.
Sherlock tried to listen to Mycroft and mindlessly danced with women he had no intention of knowing, his eyes still focused on you. Trying to form an opinion of you. He couldn’t tell if you were a golddigger, genuine, or a complete fraud. He was curious and had to know.
“Care to dance.” He approached you, his request coming off very placid and stiff.
“Don’t you seem enthused.” You said sarcastically, smirking, accepting anyway and taking his hand.
“Apparently it’s my duty to dance with everyone here tonight.” Sherlock informed you, you could feel his eyes rolling.
“Says who?” You asked, genuinely.
“My brother.” He answered and you laughed.
“Screw him. Do what you want.” You told him, and he was taken aback.
“Well you’re proving to be a much more interesting partner than I anticipated.” He let slip.
“I think there was a compliment in there somewhere.” You smirked.
“You know, you’re actually not a bad dancer.” He observed, glancing down at your feet.
“I’d say the same, but…” You joked and he looked offended.
“I’m kidding!” You patted his chest playfully, “Seriously though, I’m just trying to keep up with you.”
“Well don’t tell anyone but I actually do love to dance.” He confessed.
“Your secrets safe with me.” You smiled earnestly.
“You look familiar, have we met?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
”I’m not sure you’re supposed to ask that at a masked gala.” You smiled sincerely, the air of mystery around you growing thicker and exciting your partner more. “I love your mask by the way, it’s very Phantom of the Opera.”
“Well it wasn’t my pick but thank you, your’s is quite nice as well.” He smiled, admiring it.
“Thank you, though it wasn’t my pick either.” You smiled.
“No? Then who’s?” He asked curiously.
“That would be His Royal Highness.” You rolled your eyes.
“You seem to have made quite an impression on Prince Harry, how do you two know each other?” He asked, being nosy.
“We met at school, I used to tutor him. Just between us two, he might not have graduated with the honors he did without my help and his last name.” You said, he laughed.
“Care for a drink?” You asked as the song ended.
“I just hate coming to these things, don’t you?” You asked the man who had followed you to the bar.
“And why’s that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He had been eyeing you all night, not knowing who you were but assuming you were the same as everyone else in the room. He was sorely mistaken.
“Spending the whole evening rubbing elbows with the rich and well educated, when in reality they’re probably the daftest people you’ll ever meet.” She smirked to him and he laughed.
“They can’t all be daft, can they?” He returned the smirk.
“Oh they are, would you like me to prove it?” You asked confidently.
“Be my guest.” He motioned forward to the room.
“See the woman dancing with the Prime Minister over there?” You pointed with you finger around your drink. He nodded.
“Her husband is the Minister for Trade,” you pointed to the other side of the room where he stood,”In fact, before marrying him, she dated four different members of Parliament. At the same time. Though not a one found out about the others. And they’re all here tonight. Smart woman? Daft men? You choose, but I favor the latter, I mean just look at her. Now that takes care of six of them in the room, shall I continue? Let’s move to this side of the room. Ah, the Harrison brothers. The youngest is embezzling millions from the family business, but the eldest is sleeping with the youngests wife, so all’s square I suppose. No one else in the family knows about either account, nor suspects a thing. Fifteen people here tonight related to the family: oblivious. And it’s clear as day. I guess you just never know what’s going on right under your nose, do you? Well that takes care of half the room. Believe me yet?”
“Oh, I never doubted you. Actually I feel quite the same. You know a lot of people here.” He observed.
“Everyone knows a lot of people here, their names are in the paper nearly everyday, but they don’t matter.” You said.
“They don’t?” He asked, suspiciously.
“No, you see it’s the ones that you don’t know in the room that really hold the power. Like him,” you pointed to a man near the dessert table, “Whoever he is, he must be important. Not only due to the fact that he’s here, but that he’s not wasting his time kissing ass and sucking up. See the way everyone’s glancing at him, they’re terrified. Isn’t fear the newest form of power?”
“What makes him so vapid?” Sherlock asked with a smirk.
“Hmm, let me go ask. I need to do some research before confirming my hypothesis.” You began to walk away towards the man you were speaking about.
“Which is?” He asked, and you spun as you walked away from him, a smirk on your face, you winked, spun forward and continued walked towards your target.
“Hello.” You greeted with a fake smile.
“Ah, good evening. I don’t believe we’ve met.” He smiled, being fake polite.
“No, I don’t think we have.” You shook his hand.
“Mycroft Holmes, pleased to meet you. I see you’ve met my brother.” He nodded towards your companion at the bar.
“Your brother?” You asked, surprised, turning back to glance at him with a shocked face. That would mean he’s…
“Sherlock Holmes–” He said, and must have continued speaking but you had tuned him out. Your sworn enemy had been the one you’d been eyeing all night, the one you’d danced with and spoken with. The one you’d flirted with and he’d flirted back. You dare say you’ve even started to fall for him.
A/N: I’m not super happy with this but also I don’t hate it so I’m sticking with it because I am committed. I’m also an angst qween, I enjoy expressing my dormant rage through literature. It’s cathartic, you know?
Sam glanced at his watch, 11am. Eight hours till Y/N walked across the stage at graduation and the brothers were still in their motel room, five hours away. Sam wanted to make sure they got there with plenty of time to spare; he wanted a good seat to watch his sister receive her diploma.
Sam shifted behind his computer, glancing at Dean reading a book at the other end of the table, “Hey, we should get going soon. We don’t want to risk being held up.”
Dean barely looked up from his book, but sent a confused look to his brother, “What?”
“We need to hit the road if we’re going to make it in time for Y/N’s graduation.”
Dean put his book down, looking at Sam befuddled, “We can’t just go. We’re in the middle of a case.”
“Dean, we told Y/N we would be there. We can’t just not show up. She’s graduating high school, I know that doesn’t mean much to you, but for other people it’s a big deal.”
Dean sighed, “Sam, people are dying here, we can’t just leave. In three days five people have died, if we leave now even more will too. Y/N knows that our job is important, she’d be pissed if we left the hunt and more people got hurt.”
Sam was shocked, he couldn’t believe Dean was suggesting they bail on Y/N’s graduation, “We could get someone else to work the case or come back tomorrow. Realistically we should have thought of this before, but either way we promised we’d be there. I know you never graduated high school, but I did and it’s a big deal. This is an important day in our little sister’s life.”
“I know we said we’d be there, but like I said before, it’ll be fine with her. Remember her 16th birthday? We were going to skip out on that wendigo hunt so we could go to her party, but she told us to finish the hunt.”
Sam raised his eyebrow at his brother, “Yeah Dean, but to make up for it you had to let her drive the impala around for an hour.”
Dean smirked, “But she didn’t crash it. Her first time driving and she handled Baby better than you do. Point is, we made it up to her, just like we will for missing this.”
Sam bite his lip nervously, Dean had a point. She had been understanding in the past when hunting conflicted with previously made plans. Graduation was a big deal, but this monster did already have a high body count. Sam pulled his computer closer, “Fine, but let’s hurry up and finish this case so we can get to Y/N!”
The impala slowed to a stop in front of a two-story suburban house. It was the afternoon following Y/N’s graduated and the boys had finally ganked the monster. The brothers headed up the front walk, and Dean ringed the doorbell, stepping back as they waited for the door to open. Finally, the door opened to reveal an unamused Y/M/N standing on the other side.
“Hey,” Dean cheerily and obliviously greeted. Y/M/N raised an eyebrow at him.
“Hey? Really Dean?” She stepped back to reluctantly let them into the house. Sam gave her a weak smile as he passed her. Hopefully Y/N would be happier to see them. “Y/N’s upstairs, but I’ll let her know you’re here.”
The boys headed into the family room to wait for their little sister, while Y/M/N disappeared upstairs. Sam sat down on the couch and Dean examined the new pictures added to the mantel recently. It was quite a while before they heard someone coming back down the stairs. The brothers turned excitedly to see their sister entering the room.
“Hey,” Dean said excitedly going over to give his sister a big hug, but was caught off guard when she didn’t hug him back. Dean stepped back, worried about the lackluster greeting he’d received. He looked over at Sam who just shrugged at him.
Y/N looked horrible. Her eyes were red and puffy, like she’d spent hours crying. Her hair was unbrushed and she was still in her pajamas.
“You okay?” Sam said, moving closer to his little sister.
Y/N shifted, clearly upset and unhappy. Dean smiled and nudged her arm, “Smile, you just finished high school. You’re free.”
Sam, quickly jumped in, “We’re so proud of you for that. We’re sorry we didn’t make it here in time, but we were working a case and it turned out to be more complicated than we originally thought.”
“Yeah, we wanted to be here, but you know, saving people, hunting things, all that good stuff.”
Y/N finally spoke for the first time, “And you couldn’t have gotten someone else to handle it? You said you were going to make it,” Her voice rose and got more hysterical as she continued. “You promised you’d be there last night. What, some monster was more important than me?”
The boys shared uneasy looks, Dean was sure she was going to handle it better than this, “Kiddo, we didn’t think it was that big of a deal, we’ve missed stuff before. Hell, you’ve encouraged us to go hunt instead. Remember your 16th birthday?”
“Yeah, it was my birthday, I’ll have others. Besides I just wanted to drive around in dad’s car with you guys and feel like a family. This was my high school graduation and I’ll never have another. I wanted- I needed you guys there and you weren’t there for me, again.”
Sam frowned and tried to step towards his sister, but she just backed up, “We’re really sorry and we are so proud of you for graduating. We really didn’t think you’d care this much if we were there or not.”
Y/N looked at him like he was crazy, “This is one of the biggest days of my life Sam, why would I not want you there? You’re my big brothers, my heroes. I look up to and admire you. Of course I wanted you there. I asked you to be there, didn’t I? And you both promised you would be, but I should have known it was too good to be true, because you almost always let me down. Do you even care about me at all?”
The brothers recoiled back, hurt that she could even think that. Sam bent down closer to her level, “Of course we care about you, we love you to death. You’re our little sister.”
“You have a funny way of showing it,” she snapped. Y/N turned and ran back upstairs. Sam and Dean went to follow her, but Y/M/N stepped in their way.
“I think it’s time you boys go.”
“Come on,” Dean angrily gestured up the stairs. “Don’t kick us out we need to go fix this.”
“I think you’ve done more than enough for one day,” Y/M/N ushered them outside, shutting the door sharply behind them.
Sam sighed and turned dejectedly towards his brother, “So much for she won’t mind. What do we do now?”
The club isn’t the best place to find a lover So the bar is where I go Me and my friends doing shots Drinking fast then we talk slow You come over and start a conversation with just me And trust me, I’ll give it a chance
It is the end of a successful hunt–all his bruises and scrapes were hidden under his clothes, no blood got on his shoes (impossible to get out of leather), and no additional victims had been added to the body count. Perhaps low criteria for success, but it is what it is.
And now, it’s time to celebrate.
Dean is well aware that conversations can be conducted entirely through nonverbal communication; he and Sam do it all the time. He didn’t realize, however, that they could be conducted across a crowded bar with a woman he’d never met before, especially after several shots of whiskey.
She’s chatting with a frat boy and damn if she doesn’t look bored out of her mind.
‘Bored?’ his raised eyebrow asks.
‘Getting there,’ her shrug suggests.
‘Need some help?’ says his quick glance at her date.
‘Hell yes,’ replies her enthusiastic nod.
A quick flash of his FBI badge has frat boy gone in a skinny minute. The pentacle tattoo peeking out the low neckline of her blouse and the gun-shaped bulge at her hip starts a verbal conversation that goes ‘til last call.
a/n: not requested, but i really like this. i definitely think i could write more parts to this. let me know if you like it!
you never drank tequila. it got you too drunk too fast, and almost always led you to make bad decisions that you regretted in the morning. you only drank it when you trusted who you were with or you just really, really wanted to get drunk.
Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?