I believe that once you love someone, it never really goes away. That each person you’ve loved in your lifetime will always have a small piece of you and you can’t throw it away. And it’s not a bad thing, it’s just the way of life.
Description: When you got invited to a get together with your classmates from your PhD Chemistry classes, you were not expecting Spencer Reid to come along. Back in University he was seen as a little bit of a weirdo, younger than the rest of the class, ridiculously smart but no social skills. He was a dork to put it lightly but many years had past and Spencer had certainly aged well.
A/N: Thank you to the babe who requested a spin the bottle kiss with Spencer!
Family: As well as Louis she leaves behind six other children, Lottie,
18, Felicite, 16, twins Daisy and Phoebe, both 12, and twins Ernest and
Doris, both aged two, who she gave birth to prematurely in 2014. She was
also grandmother to Louis’ ten-month-old son Freddie
I just had a dream that I was hanging out in the general vicinity of Nash Grier and he stole my large cowboy hat, which was a very important possession of mine in the dream. I asked him if he took it, but he said no. I knew it was him so obviously I was very upset by this injustice. I went to the police and proved that he had stolen it by showing he had used it as a prop in his newest video. I got my hat back and he got arrested
John moves back to baker street and they’d eat breakfast together again and go out aon cases together again and have post-case dinner at angelo’s together again.
One time though, they had gone on a case which ended up with Sherlock getting some cuts and injuries on his face. So once they got home, John was addressing Sherlock’s wounds, john’s finger carefully touching sherlock’s cheekbones, cleaning the wound.
“You could’ve died, you idiot.” “But I didn’t, I didn’t even get any serious injuries, the suspect missed my neck and cut my cheeks. It’s just a superficial wound, John.” “Yes but you COULD have died. What if he didn’t miss? What if you didn’t dodge fast enough?!”
Sherlock kept quiet at that. Feeling the touch of John’s fingers carefully touching his wounded cheeks.
John was focused, eyes peering with attentiveness, moving closer into Sherlock’s space as he moved on to the next wound – a deeper cut.
Sherlock could feel his heart starting to race. Their faces were so close. He could feel the puffed air of John’s breath on his lips.
Sherlock closed his eyes and leaned into John’s lips. It wasn’t a sloppy wet kiss, neither was it a chaste one. Sherlock parted his mouth slightly, his tongue breaching into John’s mouth as he teased and lapped and tasted John.
The next thing he knew were John’s hands on his chest pushing him away in a violent shove.
“What the FUCK are you doing Sherlock?!”
Sherlock’s eyes widened in shock.
“I–” he tried to reply before John cuts in once again.
“God– that’s DISGUSTING!”
Sherlock was left speechless. His mouth agape. He tried to say something. Anything. But nothing came out.
“I’m s…sorry John…. I…”
He stood up abruptly, and dashed towards the door, grabbing his coat along the way and headed out, not daring to look back at John.