The 5 Times You And Steve ‘Accidentally’ Kissed

warning: this one shot contains spoilers for "the spanish love deception" by elena armas.

all characters mentioned belong to her book.

Aaron's pov:

I slammed the door and exhaled heavily. I thought running might help to focus on other things. Other things then Catalina. I have two and a half hours until I told her I would show up at her apartment. Two and a half hours until I would spend the whole evening with her on a date. On a fake date, this stupid little voice in my head reminded me. As if I didn’t know. She is not mine and she might never be. I don’t think that there will come the day that I am the reason for her smile. When she smiles her whole face brightens up. Her eyes start to shimmer and it feels like looking in a night sky full of stars. Her dark brown eyes matched with hair, although they have a golden touch if the sun is shining on it. I remember the day that her appearance got stuck in my had. She was sitting with Rosie in this café. It rained earlier that day but right as I saw her the sun fell on her. She was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. If I hadn't adored her before, that would have been the moment I fell for her. I looked up and automatically I looked at the picture of my mother. „You would love her.“ I whispered with a little smile on my lips.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out just to see an email notification. I unlocked it and immediately started to smile again. Catalina. She should have my number but as stubborn as I know her, she did not saved it. Mr. Blackford. That sounds typical for her and caused a slight smile on my face. I typed in my answer to the question of more details for this evening, the auction. Seconds before my finger pressed send I stopped. I thought about giving her the information she wanted and compered this option, with the one I preferred. I have not been able to think about any thing else this day, so why should I not be a little bit egoistic? I deleted the words and typed in my new answer. I'll be there in an hour. Best, Aaron. So I have one hour to get myself ready. Walking towards my closet I started to think about this evening. Normally I thought about the auction itself but today Catalina dominated my thoughts. What will she be wearing? Will there be a man that will get her interest? What if she meets someone she wants to spend the evening, maybe the whole night with? Should I ask her to dance with me? Would she dance with me? I have never been this nervous before a date and we are only faking it. I picked out the suit I wanted to wear and hurried to take a shower. Half an hour later I am still imagining all possible scenarios for this evening. I am standing in front of a mirror and try to tide my tie. My dad thought me how to tie it in middle school. A casual suit, similar to the suits I wore before. I checked again on myself in the mirror and run my hand through my hair one more time. Then I left.

During the ride to her apartment I turned up the music still trying to think about anything else than the woman I am going to pick up. Even the radio isn’t on my side - only love songs are playing. Why did I even try? She is always on my mind. There hasn’t been nearly any moment with our her in the last twenty months. My life has been the same since that day. At work I’m always trying to be near to Catalina, to see her talk to Rosie or just working and off work I thought about the day, what she was wearing, what she said. The things she said about me are the ones that I overthink all the time. She called me multiple names, not all of them very nice and I can’t figure out if she means them. I know it is my fault, she wanted to be nice on my first day and I messed up and before I realized what stunning woman wanted be to be her friend I became the coworker she can not stand. I turned into her street and parked in front of her building, but I did not get out of the car. The next five minutes I sat there in silence, only focusing on my breath. As I calmed down a little bit I get out and walked up the stairs. I knocked on the door ans a few moments later Catalina opened, wearing a weird jacket and her hair are put up in a messy bun. Wow, she’s beautiful.

snowdrop, part two

A/N: i stand by what I did. this man picks up everyone under the sun. it's fact. he might be a string bean, but he is a powerful string bean.

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Summary: “It was incredible, even with the rain.”

Warnings: Gideon!daughter!reader, reid wears glasses pre s1 because I said so (at least in this fic), smut, angst, rain, I finally used the classic can you unzip my dress trope, kissing, oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, very little dirty talk compared to what I usually write

Word count: 2811

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Part giggle and part shriek, you rushed inside your apartment building with Spencer’s hand clasped tightly in yours.

He had just meant to walk you home after the concert, but the sudden downpour caused you to sprint and not walk it.

“Oh my god,” squeaked out of you as you finally touched dry ground. Looking over at your date, you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out. Fully aware that he probably looked like a wet rat about now, he joined in the giggle. 

“What?” he sniggered, wiping his outstretched pointer finger over his rain-dotted glasses, clearing his vision. 

You tried to choke out your answer though the determent laugh, but it was barely comprehensible, “you-… you-… look-…”

Your amusement only strengthened his own, “thanks,” he grinned, as you felt the cold droplets drip from everywhere. The tip of your nose, your hair, even running down your spine. “You look phenomenal too. Water really works for you.”

“Thank you,” you shut your eyes, trying to regain a bit of your composure.

“I had a lot of fun tonight. When you said that you’d planned something, I gotta say I was a bit nervous, but that was amazing.”

“Yeah, well, I remembered you saying that you love Mozart, so I couldn’t stand there and do nothing when the music majors were putting on a concert of no. 21,” you tightened your grip on his hand, not ready for the night to end yet.

“It was incredible,” he smiled, looking at you as if he was attempting to soak in the last bits of joy from this evening, “even with the rain.”

“I, um… Do you wanna come up for a bit? Just to dry off, or I could lend an umbrella or something?” you bit the corner of your lip.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” a sense of relief washed over you, “I mean, I would hate for you to get sick if I could in some way prevent it.”

“Okay, yeah,” he agreed, “you sure it’s okay?”

“Yeah, come on,” you beamed and tugged him up the steep stairs.

“This is it,” you swung open the heavy front door to your dark apartment. Only the faint light from the stormy city outside painted the space with streaks and shadows. Finally letting go of his hand, you went to go turn on a few lamps. Slowly following you inside, he didn’t say anything, just took his time, taking in the space around him. “I’ll go grab a few towels, okay?” you announced as he closed the door behind him and gave you the smallest of nods, affirming your brief absence. 

Moving with haste into the bathroom, you grabbed two towels from the stack in the cabinet. When you returned, you saw him standing over your dining room table, studying the chess board you’d abandoned mid-game.

“Here,” you handed him the pale blue one. 

Only glancing up for a brief moment, ”thanks,” he couldn’t take his eyes off of the wooden board, “I didn’t know you played.” 

“Yeah, I do,” you slowly started sobbing up the excess water from your hair, “my dad taught me.” 

“We should play a game sometime.”

“I would love that, but fair warning, I’m not gonna hold back just because you’re you.”

“Good,” he looked at you with a bright smile, “I wouldn’t want you to.” 

Glancing over his shoulder and out the big window, you asked, “do you maybe wanna just wait it out?” but felt your nose begin to tickle from the cold rain, “it might sto-, achoo, s-stop in a bit,” you sneezed mid-sentence. 

“Sure, if it wouldn’t be too much of a bother,” his head almost followed yours in empathy as you dove into your elbow, sneezing again, “bless you.”

“Wooh, thank you,” you scrunched up your face, hoping that was the last of it. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna change into some dry clothes? I mean, just, um, you’re cold and that-“

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” you cut off his slight panic from the way his words could be misinterpreted, “I, um, I’ll go do that.”

Walking through the white French doors to your bedroom, you were so used to being on your own that the thought of closing them behind you didn’t even cross your mind. Plopping down the now damp towel on the top of your dresser, you opened up the top drawer and looked inside. 

Slowly peeling off your drenched cardigan, you folded it up and laid it down next to the sage green towel. Left in your soft, sleeveless dress, you felt your wet hair caress your shoulders gently. Remembering the company that you still had, you felt a shiver go down your spine, secretly hoping that his eyes were still trained upon you, enjoying the show, since you’d left him in the eye line of where you stood now. 

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw his gaze hastily find something else to focus on, making you hide a smile. 

“Could you maybe help me with the zipper?” you didn’t need the assistance one bit, but oh how you wanted it. 

“Oh, um, yeah,” he sounded breathy as he rushed to aid you. 

He barely even touched you, just gave the zipper a slow tug, as if your skin was on fire. Maybe there was a point to that. Feeling him this close to you, it was hard to ignore the rumbling flame deep within you.

When it slid down as far as it could go, you felt the air hit your back, but it was more so the soft seeking touch along your spine that made you shiver. 

“Thank you,” you breathed out, holding up the loose dress to still cover you. 

Slowly spinning around, you blinked up into his dark eyes, “you’re welcome,” he nearly whispered, as you watched his chest rise and fall rapidly. 

Adjusting your grip, you let go of the dress with one hand in order to reach up and meet his cheek, lightly bringing him down so that you wouldn’t have to turn into a ballerina. Brushing your lips against his, you felt his fingers find your waist, tightening in the loose cotton draped around it. 

As the kiss turned more heated, so did the touches. His palms slid down your bare back and only paused when they found your backside, grabbing a handful of it as you felt his sigh fan across your face, drawing you in that much closer. 

You let out a low whine as you felt the soft fabric begin to rise, as he gartered it up in his grip. Pulling back, breathlessly, he asked, nudging his nose against yours, not wanting to lose the contact, “is this okay?”

“Yes,” you encouraged, letting go of the dress completely, sending it down your upper body and stopping where his fingers were still entangled in it. Quickly letting go, it dropped to the floor, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, dress now a puddle on the ground.

Standing now only in your undergarments in front of him, it took a moment before he kissed you again, completely entranced by the sight.

“You are so beautiful,” he muttered, as his fingers slowly explored your skin.

Gliding your hands down to the bottom of his sweater, you caught his ogling eyes before tugging it over his head. His skin was warm, oh so warm, like a fire in the middle of a snowstorm. 

Piece by piece, through curious hands and shy compliments, you slowly helped each other undress until you were both left in just your underwear. And like a moth to a flame, you kissed him again, feverishly. 

You were so wound up in it all that you hadn’t even registered the way he backed you up until you bumped into the dresser, successfully slamming the open drawer shut. Pulling back with a small gasp, you giggled lightly.

“Sorry,” he apologised sweetly for his unintentional surge of strength. 

“It’s okay,” you playfully caught his bottom lip between your teeth for a second. 

Gliding his hands down to your hips, he fiddled with the elastic of your waistband. Keeping his eyes glued to yours, he slowly kneeled down before you. “Here,” he took off his glasses and handed them to you. Carefully setting them down on top of the dresser, your breath hitched at the feeling of his breath caressing your inner thighs. 

His palm danced over your lower stomach, swiping his thumb lightly over the wet patch on your panties. 

Becoming impatient, you did the job yourself and pulled your last remaining clothes off, coaxing out a low curse from him. 

“Fuck… look at you…”

“You certainly are,” you exhaled shakily, wanting so desperately to just jump into the jump rope. 

“Can I do more than look?” his hands tried to rest on each side of your hip.

The way that he looked on his knees, ogling up at you, you couldn’t squeeze a single word out, only nod. 

Throwing your head back, you felt him shamelessly touch you, but not with his fingers, no, they were digging into everything he could reach, from your hips to your thighs, but with his mouth, his lips, his nose, his tongue…

Peaking your eyes open, you saw that he was still staring at you, head buried in between your thighs. “Holy fucking shit,” his tongue swept through your folds, nudging his nose against your puffy clit as he moaned, lapping up your abundant arousal.

“Spencer, please,” you fought the way your eyes wanted to roll back as he sucked down hard on your clit, “I wanna come on your cock,” pleadingly clawing for him to get back up, “I can finish on your tongue another day.”

“Promise?” he rose back up, swiping the back of his hand over the now glossy lower half of his face. 

“Yes,” you scurried to tear his underwear off, cock virtually springing out and hitting him in the stomach, “please, I’m on the pill, is it okay with you if we just-“

“Yes,” he breathed out, rutting desperately against your palm as you reached down to touch him. 

You let out a shakily, “o-oh,” as he finally filled you up, stretching you out so good that your bottom lip quivered. He then hiked your left leg up around him, rocking into you with slow, yet hard thrusts.

Both the clattering sound of small knick-knacks rattling on your dresser from the force of his hips, but also the lewd squelching noise of your pussy filled the apartment. 

“You're so fucking wet,” he smiled against your lips.

“Yeah, well, we were just out in the rain, so…” 

“Shut up,” he replied lovingly, giggling as he pressed his lips against yours. 

You felt the weight of your right foot lighten as he half lifted you up off the ground, desperately bouncing you up and down on his warm cock with surprising ease. 

You didn’t care that the knobs on your dresser were digging into your back, all you could focus on was just Spencer. The sloppy, messy kisses, the impossible spots he managed to hit repeatedly, and the beautiful sounds he produced, transporting you to another dimension. 

“Holy shit,” you felt your thighs shake around him as you couldn’t prolong the inevitable end any longer. Somehow noticing, so cued in on you and every little reaction you fed him, he snaked a hand down to rub your clit harshly, “holy shit!”

Burying your face in his shoulder, he practically manhandled you in the last few moments. Only blinking once and somehow you were now lying on the bed, Spencer bent over you, feet still on the ground, pistoling impossibly deep into you.

“Fuck,” he rumbled as you clamped down around him, being the cherry on top of his sunday. 

Panting, it took around a minute before his hips stopped the torturously slow thrusts they kept up, long after the both of you finished.

Like two puzzle pieces, you just stayed there for a while, slowly becoming human again through soft touches and slow kisses.

“Spencer,” you smiled against his lips, “I have to go to the bathroom,” giggling, you tried to wiggle out of his tender hold, “you have to let go of me, I’ll be right back.”

Begrudgingly letting you go, he propped himself up onto his elbow and kept a close eye as you got up. Noticing how his vision caught sight of the load running down your thighs, he bit down on the palm resting against his cheek, just to restrain himself from jumping your bones again. 

Snatching up the robe that was still draped across the messy chair in the corner of your room from your morning shower, you flashed him a cheeky grin before disappearing into your bathroom and leaving him alone.

When you returned, you didn’t find him in your bed, but now partially clothed, glasses back on, standing in front of your bookcase, completely still. 

“Spencer, I know that you love to read, but even now, after that?” you teased, coming up to wrap your arms around his midsection, giving his shoulder blade a small kiss. 

“Who’s that?” he didn’t move you welcome your embrace, just pointed hesitantly at the framed photograph nestled in between a few stacks.

“Oh, that’s my dad,” you smiled at the memories the picture evoked, “he’s actually the one who pulled a few strings and got me the job at the library after he started teaching at the school. I think I was maybe 11 in that picture? It was the first time he took me with him on one of his, as I called it as a kid, bird adventures up in his cabin.”

“That’s your dad?” his tone made you creep around to search his face. 

“Yeah, why?” 

Eyes locked on the photograph, he breathed out, “that's my boss…” 

“What?” 

“That is my boss, that’s who, that’s why I’m at the school, he’s why…” he explained, looking rather dazed, just as you must have. 

“Your name’s-” 

“Spencer Reid,” he filled in, not in the mood for guessing games. 

“You’re doctor Reid? The one that just started?” he nodded, making you feel as if you were losing everything before it had even begun. “Oh my god…” you backed up, “you’re him… I feel like I know you from everything he’s been telling me. I mean, he won't shut up about you,” you slapped yourself mentally for not connecting the dots. 

Your dad had never ever liked any of the people you’d ever dated, so imagine how he’d react if you came strolling up with his co-worker on your arm. 

“It’ll be alright, Y/n,” Spencer said deliberately, “this doesn’t have to change anything.”

Turning your back to Spencer, facing the big window, you closed your eyes and tuned him out as he kept on pleading his case, simply trying to think.

“…I mean,” you started to register his voice once more, “I know he has a gun, but I don’t think he’d actually use it-“ 

“We can’t do this,” you concluded, cutting him off. “I can’t ruin your career before it has even begun.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Spencer,” you slowly turned to face him once more, “how serious do you think people will take you when they find out you’ve been banging the boss's daughter since day one? You think you’ll be treated fairly? Get the same opportunities? They will stop at that fact and think that’s everything to it. Everything to you. They won’t think you worked as hard as you have to get where you are, to them, you simply slept with the right person.”

Tears in his eyes, he tried to reach for your hand, “Y/n… they won’t fixate on something like that-“

“Yes, they will…” you sobbed, “yes they will, because people are dumb and stupid and shallow, so they will, trust me, they will,” you spoke with certainty. Your dad was one of the founding members of the bau, he had raised you to know exactly how human beings ticked. Walking up, you gently grabbed the sides of his face and said, “you deserve everything this world has to offer. You’ve worked so hard to get what you have, don’t let me ruin it all. I care about you too much to stand in your way.”

“Y/n, I lov-,“ but before he could finish the declaration, you shut him up with a teary kiss. 

“Please don’t say it. Please don’t. Just, grab your things and go, try and forget I ever existed-”

“Forget? Y/n, I have an eidetic-“

“Eidetic memory? Yeah, I know. My dad told me.”

The always talkative doctor did say another word, not even a single sound. All you could hear was deafening quiet and the rain, still in a fight with your windows. 

The rain… it didn’t stop.

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all because i liked a boy - steve harrington

synopsis: nancy is steve’s ex who is closer to the group than you are. when you start dating steve, they all start to be cold and harsh to you. 

pairing - steve harrington x reader

warning/s - angst, the group being mean towards you

author’s note - there’s definitely a part two to this don’t you worry

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Nancy has always been the mother of the group. She has been through a lot with them, and has protected them from all the troubles they’ve been through. During the problems they had with Vecna, it’s no secret she has been starting to develop feelings for Steve, again. 

You were only a part of the group for not that long. When they needed your help, you gladly gave it to them, and in the process of defeating Vecna, you and Steve fell for each other. So, when he asked you out, you accepted. Not long after, you two had started dating. 

–

The only peaceful time at Hawkins was during mornings. No shouting, no nosy neighbors, just peace. Making a cup of coffee before starting the day became a part of your daily routine. As you got ready to go outside, you saw Steve pulling in your driveway. 

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You smiled as Steve pulled you in for a kiss. 

“Why? Is it wrong to pick up my beautiful girlfriend?” He pulled you in for another kiss as you chuckled. You definitely got lucky with Steve. He’s everything you need in a man, someone who’s caring, and sweet, I’m talking like flowers everyday type of man. He was perfect. 

When you both got in the car, you started jamming to your favorite songs on the way to school. As he dropped you off, you both shared a passionate kiss. 

“Alright, I’ll see you later babe. Love you!” He blew you a kiss as he drove off 

“Love you too!” You replied as you were waving at him. 

What you guys didn’t know was that someone else was watching. 

– 

As you were walking along the hallways, you stumbled across Robin whom you waved at. She just glared at you in reply. Weird. She’s not usually like this. Figuring that maybe she was just in a bad mood or was having a bad day, you shrugged it off. 

During lunch, you usually sat with Robin and Nancy. However, when you noticed they weren’t there, you just sat with your other friends. That was interesting, you thought. Maybe it was just a coincidence, paying no attention to it at all, you decided to shrug it off again. 

After school, your day just got weirder, when you tried to talk to Max, it seemed as if she was in a hurry. You kept on asking if something was wrong, yet she just kept on insisting that she had something important to do. 

“Hey Max!” you said with a smile

“Hey” she muttered as she hurriedly put her stuff away in her locker before going in the other direction. 

“Max! Is something wrong?” You said with a worried look plastered on your face. She nodded as she continued to run away from you. What was going on?

– 

Worried that something wrong happened, you went to Dustin’s house hoping to get an answer. He was smiling when you saw him but as soon as he saw you at the door, it was quickly replaced with a frown. 

“Ok that’s it! What is going on? Why is everybody being rude to me today?” You said as you furrowed your eyebrows. Dustin sighed. 

“(Y/N), look it’s not your fault” He said trying to make you feel better. 

“Not my fault? Everybody just seems so off today!” you ranted. “Everybody seems to be in a good mood but as soon as they see me, they instantly either avoid me or ignore me” you continued. 

Dustin just looked at you with a look on his face, it was as if he was disappointed in you and mad. “I’m sure you did nothing wrong, m-maybe everyone just had a bad day..?” He said trying to make an excuse. But you knew something was wrong. You noticed he stuttered, and he tends to do that a lot whenever he’s lying. Dustin is a bad liar. 

You sighed, not wanting to fight him. “Look, just at least give me a hint of what I did”

“You just– you hurt one of us okay? And she’s someone very important” 

“And I’m not? How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me?” You replied. He sighed once again. You were itching to find out what was going on. 

“Fine, just talk to Nancy or something ok?” He said as you nodded, and he closed the door clearly not wanting to speak to you anymore. 

So, you went to bed that night thinking what you did wrong. Retracing your steps from the moment you woke up even up to the day before. I don’t get it you wondered, you were all fine the day before, all of you were even laughing and planning to hang out. What had gone wrong?

–

The next morning, you woke up really early to go confront Nancy. And when you got to her house, she had a big smile plastered across her face which seemed to fade as soon as she saw you. A simple “Oh” coming out of her mouth. 

“Hi” you gave her a small smile. She greeted you “Hi” back but her eyes were glued on the floor. 

“Nancy, come on, talk to me. What did I do wrong to you?” You grabbed her shoulders forcing her to look at you. 

“It’s nothing, okay?” She tried to explain. “No it's not okay! Everyone has been very cold and distant towards me which is very rude and you gave me no explanation at all on what I did” you ranted. 

For a second, she seemed to hesitate on what to say, but soon, everything poured out of her mouth. 

“You wanna know what you did? You’re dating Steve.” She said, you were confused, you knew they dated but why was she so affected by you dating him. I mean, she was already dating Jonathan so you thought it would be okay with her. 

“What’s wrong with me dating Steve?” you asked confusedly, she took a deep breath before starting to talk again. “You’re supposed to follow the principles of best friends. He’s my ex and you know the rule about not dating your best friend’s ex” she replied. 

“But you’re with Jonathan, I thought it would be ok with you” 

“It’s not okay? Just because I’m with Jonathan doesn’t make it okay.” 

“You were barely even dating Steve, you were in love with Jonathan halfway through your relationship with him” you said. You finally put the pieces together. Her staring at Steve at the lake, her flirting with him whenever he got the chance, her being rude to Robin when they first met because she thought Robin and Steve were dating. It finally made sense, Nancy still likes Steve. 

“You still like him don’t you?” you said as you looked at her. Her eyes went directly to the floor as you said that. And when she turned to look at you, it was a look that a child would give you if they were guilty about something. She still liked him. 

Walking away from her house, you continued walking and was lost in your thoughts. Why were they mad? You can’t control who you love. You felt betrayed, as if someone had ripped your heart from inside you. You felt horrible. Now you know that if you and Nancy ever fought again, they would always choose her side. 

Your friends hated you and shunned you all day because of your relationship with Steve. The thought couldn’t help but make you scoff. It’s so stupid, all of it. 

They’re mad at you all because you liked a boy. 

Love the beef between Tyler and Xavier. The preexisting beef cuz Xavier is a rich brat from Nevermore with the famous daddy and pretentious hipster bullshit and Tyler is the ignorant townie with a chip on his shoulder who thinks punching is a reasonable way to deal with your feelings. and like this relationship post Wednesday. Not in a “fighting over her” way but in a “bitching about the other one and she’s just watching vaguely amused and definitely judging both of them” way.

Xavier: *drinking water, minding his business*

Tyler: That guy just bugs me. I mean, who does he think he is? Rich ass daddy’s boy.

Wednesday looking at him not saying a word like: I’m literally a rich ass daddy’s girl

Tyler: Yeah but on you it’s charming. On him it just makes his face extremely punchable. 

*Alex’s eyes turning soft as sofia walks down the staircase as she smiles brightly*: little sunshine, you make my each day brighter.

*Rhys smiling at camilla as she walks down the stairs for prom*: my little princess looks so pretty.

*Christian’s anger runs down the drains as he watches dahlia walk down the stairs*: my sweet girl, you look just like your mom.

*josh watching jeremy as he gives his arm to dahlia*:You are not my son anymore.

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