RiverJynx

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Happened in Harry Styles🌸 ’ Manchester Concert 09.04

😍"Treat People With Kindness" H.S🌸

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[it-started-over-drarry]

Me: alright time for bed

FBI Agent watching me through my laptop camera: not before we finish this fic I gotta know if they’ll share a bed.

[riverjynx]

What has but should not

Chris Evans x Student!Reader

Disclaimer: Too make people less uncomfortable with age gaps as I sometimes am, Chris is a University teacher aged 27 and reader is 21 (In England thats like a common University age. Sorry if you are not familiar with British education but I'm British and I'm not familiar with any other. Sorry again however soulmate Au's are my kryptonite so here you are.)

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I have days where I just need to fall in love with music again. Days where I just need to breathe. Always remember to breathe. Breathing calms you down makes it easier to think.

Black and white bustled together in my vision and amalgamated into a bundle of different shades yet not colourful, not yet at least. I hadn't met them. I would soon, I could just feel it... Just tell. It still had the brand new suspension, that lingering excitement.

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I wasn't good at paying attention to when it was most important. I just drifted off into my own head, sometimes it can be hard to pull myself back but sometimes its as easy as clicking your fingers.

Someone was clicking their fingers in front of my face but I was lost to the music; fingers dancing on the ivory keys- waltzing a song I learned years ago. The meldoy bursting through the piano's lid like my thoughts bubbling over my head.

They were clicking in front of me.

It was only noticeable after I finished the song, where was I? The music classroom. What's the clicking? The new teacher. Am I alone again? Pretty much. Lists help me get back to reality.

"Back to earth are you? Took you a while. Beautiful playing by the way."

Words... Someone was speaking. What were they saying? Oh yes, I hear them now, I can hear now. Focus now.

"It's a little weird to be lost in your own head one second and to be lost in your own university the next."

"Well better lost in a secure, compact building than a city."

"Guess so but it takes away the adrenaline."

"Adrenalin junkie on my hands is it?"

"Nah just been lost enough times to not break down in panic but actually try and not be lost anymore."

"Well thats one way of describing yourself."

"As a 21 year old adrenaline junkie?"

"Yup. What's your name anyway? I'm Mr Evans but its not as formal in universities as it is at schools so I guess Chris."

"Y/n."

And I looked at him. From black and white keys to the colourful world and his face. Colour, expanding beyond the reaches of my eyes. I could see the world in all its hues. It was so... So... Beautiful.

"Well thats new."

"Really only just noticed?"

"Not good at paying attention."

"Explains a lot."

"But your my teacher is this like an acceptable thing?"

"It's happened before I just didn't expect it to happen to me so I didn't look into it."

"Well done dingus. Is there something that we should do, I don't know? Carry on and see what happens? What on earth do we do now? I haven't prepared for this I need a list!"

"Lists is gonna be a prominant part of whatever this will become isn't it?"

"Yep get used to it."

Of course with all the emotions I feel, guilt was one of them.

"Unless you don't want to... In which case I'm sorry and I should go I need to think I'm sorry sir I don't know I'm sorry."

~~~

I like him. He's nice kind and smart and it seems a little disorganized. I don't know what to do. Is there protocol? Rituals? I don't know I wasn't taught it. I need help and it seems the only help I can be offered in this situation is from him.

Class tomorrow. I can go, I can do it. He deserves to know whats happening to, he should be the one to help. Should he?

I always second guess. The world wasn't monotonous anymore, it was new. New and scary. I don't know what to do in this situation, I'd like to know. I think he would to.

I'll go to class tomorrow. Sleep may help gather my thoughts. I don't want to be lost right now.

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"And that my friends is perfect stage prescence, something you have been tauvht over and over again but for the sake of what your exams are, which is performing in front of an audiance of at least 500, is something you will desperately need. And off you go."

I didn't want to just walk up to him and corner him. Confrontation isn't my forte, I don't have any idea how to formulate a coherent sentance right now. So I just stayed at the back on the smaller, upright piano tucked in the hall corner behind the rows of seats playing thing's that were comfortable and familiar. Remember to breathe.

"And I am in the prescence of the one person that makes all these colours visible and do you know how I know? It's because they shine brighter with you my dear."

I don't know if time could stop or slow down, but that moment seemed to last centuries as I turned round to face him, just a few rows away.

"Hello Y/n. And I know what I want, what do you want."

He knew me. In a breif encounter, he just... Knew me. Not like the back of his hand but like the mutual feeling between us. I could sense it, the longing, the yearning. I could practically hear his heart beat.

"You."

I knew my answer, just a word stuck to the back of my throat clogged with uneasiness and worry. It was free, I was free.

He ran, ran to where I had subconsciously stood and held me like a delicate vase containing every precious feeling.

Demanding, hungry, needing lips merged and melded together in blind colour and unwavering heat. Colour stretched across my eyelids and enveloped us like a blanket in this moment.

Hands around his neck, dragging him into the passionate reds. Chris... The name dripped from my lips with burgundy drugged up lust.

Cheeks stained pink with wandering hands searching for the sweet taste of the candy pink love jolting through every nerve in our bodies. My shirt was on the ground next to me and forgotten, washed upon the sand.

Sinking to the blue floor stretched like an ocean on our fingertips, lips grasped at every shade they could find as he searched my body for colour. Biting and soothing the swelling green of rising waves of pleasureas hot breath lingered over my chest.

Eye to eye, colours expanding like the sun and he had his approval. His assault of gorgeus purple bruises strailing patterns across the expanse of my skin.

Remember to breathe. The gorgeous milky brown body over me growled as my fingers wandered like my thoughts to the base of his shirt. Over his head in seconds. And I could feel him, every breath and twitch as I just touched the colours. He was not finished.

Arches smothered my vision as I arched my back into him, following every movement of darting yellows blinding me into pire bliss.

Sound mixed with a plethora of colours and emotions rang from my lips in fury as his tongue found where it was needed most.

Ivory teeth taunting and playing, touching and licking every expanse of flesh he uncovered. Shoulder blades casting black shadows as they moved with him, exploring for the place where he could make me scream the most.

Unorganized and disoriented, I could feel everything building. Teasing was not enough anymore. Belt thrown to the side and we continued to enjoy the array of pleasure before us. My hair pulled as he tensed with pleasure driving him harder and deeper to where I could not tell where I was. There was only me, him and the colours here.

Back arched into his every buck, every thrust where I could feel him, Feel him as a part of me and it felt just complete. Depper and deeper was the connection, fingernailes dragged into his back leaving scorching trails of sex. He gorged on every sound you emitted, it spurred him on like a race horse. Biting your collar bone and expanding your collection of fine purple bruises flecked across your body like an array of stars. White hot stars burning the back of your eyes as every defence, every knot indide you twisted away; with his swee release came your undoing with a powerful scream tearing through the auditorium uncaring of who heard you.

"God I love you."

"Fuck yes you do."

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Boi that was steamy at least I think it was. I don't do like nitty gritty smut I'm not built for that. But thats was good. Or good for my smut writing at least. Yes its gender neutral. Dont kill me but there are people who wanna read stuff like this so i keep reader as gender neutral as possible. Sometimes it doesnt work sometimes it does. I think jt worked here.

This is River, signing off.

[riverjynx]

Not today

John Watson x Sherlock Holmes

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He enjoyed serenading her with words of love and adoration because she always laughed and always put her hands on his cheeks to hold his face and in holding his face, she was holding her whole world.

Her dads face, timeless yet aged. Her mothers face, timeless yet stale; stale and lost in her mind.

She could only focus on the now, after all, she was only a baby.

"There she goes in front of me, Take my life set me free again. We'll make a memory out of this."

She loved to listen to him sing, an unsettling joy wanted to burst forth.

"Holy rose at my back, don't look on take me back again. We'll make a memory out of it."

She recognised her name, in the jumble of words that were coherent to her, she recognised her name and squealed in delight. Her dads smile grew.

His face, so delicate like porcelain. Fragile like if he stopped smiling he would shatter.

"We finally fall apart and we break each others hearts, if we wanna live young love we better start today coz it's gonna get easier, yes easier somehow."

She knew the next words. She was taught them by her father, she tried to gurgle them out of her mouth, did it work?

"But not today."

"JOHN JOHN!"

Her father ran in at the beckoning of her dad. She knew their faces, loved their faces, their faces were her world and she held them dearly. They were never stale, never stone. She melted their iron defences.

"Sherlock?"

"Rosie!"

"It isnt over unless it is over, I don't wanna wait for that."

"It's gonna get easier and easier somehow..."

She could do it, she could make them proud, she could show that she learned, make them light up and glow with happiness. She liked these moments.

"But not today"

"Yes Yes my dear girl, my beautiful beautiful girl yes!"

"John..."

"We raised a little girl together."

"Yeah, yeah we did Sherlock and do you know what? I think we did a pretty fine job."

"Yeah..."

"I like that song."

"We both like that song which is why we made it our mission to teach it her."

"Because it teaches her important lessons too!"

"Yeah but, it's mainly because we like the song."

"Thats a part of it."

"Whatever you say John."

"What're you craving for tea?"

"You."

"I swear to God Sherlock, not in front of Rosie."

"Like she's gonna remember her dads flirting like this. She can't even remember what she had for breakfast. Babies live in the now John, nothing else matters."

"You forgot that she remembered the song."

"Yes because we keep repeating it to her."

"Fairplay. Now go make tea Consulting Detective."

"I shall Doctor Watson of the fifth Northumberland Fuisseliers..."

"Sherlock stop..."

"You know you like it when I pull rank."

"SHERLOCK!"

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Do I like... Really need to explain this one? I like Imagine dragons. A lot a lot ok. So much so my bedroom is littered with posters and miscellaneous merch. I have an obsession, over many things.

Plus they weren't like OOC in this one.

This is River, Signing off

[riverjynx]

All in some ways

Sherlock Holmes x Reader

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I treck through the graveyard keeping an eye out for the black marble grave stone.

Why are horror movies in the dark or in a cemetery?

Here is the answer, people are not scared of the black nothingness, but the things in it.

You can't see them lurking in the shadows so you stay still and unmoving. Wrong move, beast finds you and one way or another you end up dead.

Dead as a corpse.

No more full of energy.

If you remembered to switch on the light, then the ending would be different. But all horror movies are too cliché.

This was where I lay, in the dark. Thinking of my next move. You should be afraid, its the only thing I love about humans. The look on their faces before they die. Now its my turn to be afraid, afraid of the mystery that always envelopes the dead.

So as they stare at me with their sunken eyes and gaunt expression, I stare at them, memorizing every little detail.

Now its their turn to be afraid, I made my move, now you ask, What happens?

Except nothing happens, the corpse doesn't make it's next move. Their is no corpse just an empty space in the chair.

I see it among rows of grey, an odd black dot on a grey canvas.

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He was here not a moment ago I tell myself, but he wasn't and he would never comfort me again. I'd never be able to give him his present, his Christmas present.

I miss him.

I see him, or where his body lay in peace, undisturbed. Forever and eternally silent.

He taught me how to examine my surroundings in the blink of an eye. He taught me how to deduce someone on the very spot by noting the small but important details.

But he never taught me how to live without him.

"Sherlock Holmes, my final case is left unsolved. I wish I could find my answer, it's too late now I think. I can't dwell on the what ifs or the buts, I can't dwell on the thought of you gone. That under this earth is just an empty shell.

Oh just once, I wish to hear you tell me I'm wrong, wrong that you're dead and that this is all a night mare. Just once Sherlock. Just this once tell me I'm wrong."

I heard a stir, a soft whimper from in front of me. But there was nothing except a headstone engraved with golden words that meant nothing But they meant everything to me.

"I was there Sherlock, there when a great black bird stood on the edge of the pedestal people had raised so high on expectations. I was there when the pedestal crumbled and the great black bird fell taking my hope with it. So many questions but I'll never get an answer so why should I ask? Because I'm curious? Or because I miss the man who solved an entire case in minuets and expected no thanks in return. I miss all those times of gazing at the eternal night through a telescope, teaching you the solar system and your cocky replies.

William Sherlock Scott Holmes, I miss you." I sigh inwardly and sit on the mossy ground staring at the grave.

~~~

"Y/n... Oh Y/n why do I torture myself to watch your lives unfold from afar only to see you crumble. Gods Y/n, I had to leave but it tears me apart to see you've moved on."

Now I'm delusional. Sherlock isn't here so why do I hear him?

I see him shift behind the stone. He faces me.

He is here.

"I don't know why you left Sherlock." I say keeping a straight face but tears betraying my sorrow.

Then he threw his arms around me and hugged me in desperation like a scarf hugging your neck on a cold winter morning.

But I hesitated, I hesitated before I hugged Sherlock. The man who had shown only hints of emotion cried in my arms, Sherlock cried and made no attempt to hide it. So as a mother hugs her child, or a lover comfort's her partner.

I held Sherlock as he cried, wailed, sniffled. I held him in my arms, stroking his bouncy curls.

"Y/n, can you forgive me?" He whimpered into my neck.

"I was never angry, there is nothing to forgive Sherlock."

"It took two years without you to realise I love you Y/n. Two years! What kind of a man does that make me? A bloody stupid one." He said softly.

"You are a fool Sherlock, to think that I don't love you. A fool to think that after all this time, had ever stopped loving you, you sarcastic shit."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way, Y/n."

Then he kissed me with fat, salty tears mixing together creating puddles on our coats.

"Merry Christmas Sherlock." I said quietly as I handed him his present. A beautiful little trinket, a silver chain with a simple magnifying glass charm.

"Y/n, I don't have anything to give in return..." he sounded lost.

"You don't need anything, I don't want anything. You being alive is the only present meaning more than anything expensive on this earth." And we sat in front of an empty grave, holding hands and watching the world go by.

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Wrote this ages ago on Wattpad and its my fave thing i ever wrote. I don't like writing ooc but i needed sherlock for just a moment to have a lil more human in him. Pls die hard fangirls don't kill me.

This is River, signing off

[riverjynx]

When nearly all is lost

Harry Hart x Reader

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I may have your number, I can take your name but I'll never have my heart. No matter how much I try.

I will always watch you, follow your moves.

You'll never be without the security.

Just continue, like I never reached out. I shouldn't reach out.

This is not who I am.

Tasked with all the tools to bring someone's life come crashing down.

If I were on a highway I would run for the hills. I'm trying to let you walk away.

Why won't you leave?

You don't even know my name...

Its weirder... Knowing everything about you and not knowing a thing about me. The feeling can never be reciprocated. Can never be undone. Just harmless observance.

Watching you just live.

If the heavens ever did speak, I'm the last true mouthpiece, I was born sick but I love it.

I love you.

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. I know your sins. Watched you commit them. Watched other people sin against you.

Let me give you my life if you'll have me.

I dance around words, I watch you dance around the room. Watch you glide, dip, sway, lifted high in the air like an angel. I've also seen you cry.

Every time I cry as well. Cry as you fight back. Fight against their grip to free yourself. You prize freedom.

I could try and give you freedom.

But...

But I'm afraid I'll love you too much.

I wish to come home to you. Every night.

I go to work to you. Every day.

A camera cannot depict your beauty in mere pixels. But it’s all I have.

Intimate moments you share with yourself, decent enough to give privacy.

But I see you come home from work, ghost my arms around to hug you briefly before I remember.

I can't reach out.

~~~

I give you space. Drift away like driftwood still clinging to hope.

I dream of nights where I can curl up with you on late nights with your favourite meal, I'll cook for you, anything for you.

If you want me.

I dream of introducing myself, "Harry Hart" I also dream of that as your last name.

I dream of a lot of things.

Thing's I can't have.

But I love you nonetheless.

If not more.

I'll stay away.

Do my job.

Ghost my arms around you for a brief second.

I'll let you be.

But I'll always wish a good morning and goodnight.

~~~

A month later I met you in a pub. Purely by chance, I don't see you anymore.

It was as weird as I had dreamed.

But everything was perfect.

You looked at me.

I melted into your arms.

Like an old friend.

You whispered thank you, did you know? Did you know my pain?

I felt hope rise in my throat and threaten to spill.

God...

Your smile.

I didn't have to dream anymore.

How did you know?

One drunk night was how you knew.

A drunk night I can't remember.

I had spilled everything.

My face.

My name.

My heart.

And now... Face to face.

I can kiss you.

I said goodnight my love, and you heard me.

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I'm giddy with happiness right now. Oh i loved that writing prompt. An NSA falls in love with who they're targeting and yeah it is an au coz Harry is kingsman but its still spying so stfu.

This is River, signing off

[riverjynx]

Blindly, Hopelessly, Perfectly

Poe Dameron x Reader

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Days could go by in simple, monotonous smiles. Just half smiles. Its all you could conjur in the face of blind faith; the blind faith that it could somehow end up meaning something. A few friendly flirts and corny jokes later they might.

Nothing happened. It was just routine. Just doing your job. Just.

It wasn’t enough anymore. You weren’t helpless, you couldn’t afford to be. A mechanic barely makes enough to feed themselves even highly trained ones. But you couldn’t afford to complain either. Just do your job. Just.

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The nights and day merged and you couldn’t distinguish between them anymore, and your painful ignorance to self care left you plummeting. You worked hard to tick everything off your checklist but the constant need of repairs created an endless loop trapping you inside your workplace, alone and exhausted.

Proving yourself worthy of being an important and irreplaceable member of the resistance was the task you accomplished after many daunting nights with no sleep, no interaction or food. This was the price you were willing to pay.

~~~

He watched you fall, Watched your smile fall with you. The days where you couldn’t move from exhaustian and he remembers picking you up each time. Each time. A smile, a hug, a reassurance a cocky grin as you flirted back and forth, stood your ground and never ever showed that the workload got to you.

The resistance required the blind faith you were all too happy to submit to and it nearly killed you. It hurt him a lot deeper than he liked to admit. This is how he witnissed first hand your inner strength to continue with your work, realise the time and effort you put into the resistance. It took your sweat, blood and tears to make the repairs in the bloody hole the First Order ripped in the galaxy. With no recognition

And he admired you.

Then he couldn’t stand it no more, friends were supposed to help each other. Gods he hated the word friend, he wanted so much more. A time and place, a time and place.

~~~

Another dark night droned on and you took a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding after switching BB-8 back on. The little tyke rolled around you beeping with happiness and joy and childlike giddiness. You allowed yourself this one moment to just relax slightly under the workload and sit on the floor laughing at BB-8’s antics. As he whizzed around the room in glee.

He saw. He saw this wonderful miracle unfold before him. You were happy, in all his days of knowing you, you’d never been so… So content.

And it warmed his soldiers heart. He wanted- no needed more. More of this kind of happiness from you when you finally accept you’ve done a good job and relax even a little to take the mandotory time to just breath.

There was another exchange of smiles when he picked up BB-8. (A little later than the alotted time but just so he could watch you just a little longer.) BB-8 was still brimming with joy as he zoomed around poe earning a deep chuckle.

It was more than just smiles. It was a thank you. But he couldn’t hold it in anymore and he needed to give you the help you adamantly denied.

“Gods Y/n when was the last time you slept?!”

Your unsureness of answering this sudden question brought your lack of strength and the physical numbness you were enduring to the front of your mind.

The nausea caused you to almost collapsed but you steadied yourself, you could handle yourself, you were no damsel in distress and you could certainly give and take punches emotional and physical. The mantra you taught yourself repeated as it blazed through your thoughts dashing any fear and guarding yourself with relentless stubborness to back down and a cheeky grin to hide your weary soul behind.

“Two days ago. Why my caring flyboy?”

“And the last time you washed?”

“I wash every day thank you very much. I make sure to do that. What about you marblemana with the heart of stone?”

“But the last time you properly took care of yourself; ate a full meal not just scraps, had a nice long hot bath not just a cold shower to wake you up into alert mode, Slept in a bed not on the floor for a few hours? Before you joined the resistance a year ago Y/n. Surely you understand where this is leading darlin’.”

You couldn’t say anything because it was all true. You didn’t allow yourself luxiouries, you could have them later, after work finished. Work never finished and you were neck deep in seconds.

“I miss you Y/n. The person I knew on Yavin 4, the person to joke with me and teach me how to build a makeshift droid. I really do miss those moments with you Y/n and I’m sorry to be selfish but you’re gonna for once put your stubborn defences down and share a bed with me so I know where you are and you will sleep a goodnights sleep. Also, the general herself is interfering with your heavy workload and its no longer yours alone to carry which it shouldn’t have been in the first place. Come back to me Y/n. Please, I will beg if I have to and you know I will so wipe that silly grin off your face.”

“You’ll beg? I’d like to see that.”

“I bet there’s a whole lot more you’d like to see as well…”

“Oh yes. I’d like to see you try and catch me!”

Before the last word even escaped your mouth you bolted with whatever energy you had left to Poe’s quaters. Gods you were free from your loop, unburdened and refreshed with a new vigour and enthusiasm where you could see the work you’ve done and what you’ve accomplished from your small office. And for once in a very long time, you were proud.

Yes you had given in to Poe easily without a fight because you knew it would happen, sooner or later, you knew that someday someone would demand you to break out of your loop because you couldn’t do it yourself. You never had the energy to make a stand against yourself except for now. Now was where you would live, not hoping for the future and relying on hope, but also seeing the change you were making, day by day amd bask in the happiness it brought you to make a difference somewhere.

~~~

Poe couldn’t not smile at your sleeping form, the gentle dozing where you were no longer at a bittersweet war with yourself. But a peace swept over you like a cotten blanket smothering you in warmth. Gods was he lucky. You gave him hope, hope that the resistance was stronger than it had ever been with brave souls thriving.

In his smile, he knew he loved you. In fact, he knew from the moment you stepped off the lander from Yavin 4 and your first words being:

‘Well don’t just stand there you skinny boys in suits, lets get to work!’

And this time he fell, he fell in love with you and he wouldn’t ever deny it.

“And to who do I owe this pleasure of waking up to this glorious face?”

“I guess my parents for making me.”

“Smartasses get soreasses.”

“I know.”

“Oh for gods sake Poe you always lead back to sex and stop winking with that pretty little face.”

“You were the one that said it you idiot.”

“You’re the one thats holding me so tight as if I might disappear- Poe can’t breath!

I hate you.”

“And I hate you too my little frumpkin.”

“I may be little but how dare you compare me to a frumpkin.”

“I could have said my little porg but frumpkin sounded better.”

“A deadly, disease ridden plant that regurgitates its faeces on predators to eat them. Yeah cute nickname Poe.”

“I know I’m just the best boyfriend ever.”

It was out in the open and he didn’t even mean to say it, of course he wanted to but not yet. Too late now though, he’d just face the rejection and carry on. He would still be here for them always.

“You can be when you want to be my flirtatious flyboy. But I love you all the same.”

Didn’t even miss a beat and through his happpiness, they sealed it with a kiss.

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Stfu that was cute and you know it. Oooo I love it. I’m so happy now and its deadass long. Fuckin hell.

This is River, signing off.