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stevesxyellowxsweater · 9 months ago

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Satisfied

PAIRING: Prince!Steve Harrington x Reader WC: 3k CW: Minors do not interact!! No use of y/n, very few uses of feminine pronouns, I believe that it is fairly gender neutral. Reader wears makeup, and a pink puffy outfit also called maid of honour. (Please kindly correct me if I'm wrong.) Angst, heartbreak, mentions sadness, cheating if you squint. SUMMARY: It's time to celebrate your sister's wedding! What a wonderful celebration you'll have... if only you were the bride. Based on Hamilton's song Satisfied AUTHOR NOTES: Here is my first ever fic based off of a song, so please be gentle with me! This is a total labour of love and I hope you all enjoy it. @entermxnson I love you, thank you so much for the support and always reading my work it means a lot. @reidsbtch thank you for reading it for me and giving your opinion. Credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing dividers.

The door shook as you flung it open, rushing inside desperate for a moment of solace. The tears you'd been fighting since the beginning of the ceremony were already starting to slip from your eyes as you slammed the bathroom stall shut. Sitting on the toilet seat you watched the awful pink plume of a dress your sister chose rise for a moment. Anger and frustration caused you to fight it down to reach for the tissue as the tears truly began to fall.

Nothing felt right, everything inside you just hurt. Having to watch the man you love marry another woman ripped your heart in two. Maybe you would have learnt to deal with it, but the person he married was your sister. Mascara tears flowed down your face, you were unable to stop them. He looked so handsome today, he looked so perfect. But he wasn't yours, he was hers. Prince Steve Harrington chose his bride and that was your younger sister.

The door to the bathroom opened, and heels clicked gently as someone entered the room. “It's almost time for your toast.” It was your youngest sister, did she know you were crying? Did she know you loved your sister's husband? “Dad is about to start.” You wiped your eyes and steadied yourself, hoping that she'd not hear the sadness in your voice as you spoke. “I'll be right out, this damn dress is a pain to go to the bathroom in.”

She laughed, she didn't know. “I'll tell Dad to start, maybe Dustin can give his speech before you.” You smiled, thankful at the idea. “I'll be right there.” You said once more. There was a pause and your heart thumped hard as you thought she was going to say more. “Okay.” She finally said before her heels clicked away and the door swished open and shut. You sat there in science for a moment, the tears still wanting to trickle down your face. But you knew you needed to lock them away.

Standing up, you stepped out of the stall to see the damage your tears had done to your war paint. Fixing it the best you could, you then took several deep breaths and left the bathroom to face your doom. You hated public speaking, but you had to do this, you had to because she'd begged you to stand here and raise a glass in front of the royals, in front of his friends and your friends. In front of Billy Hargrove, you should've agreed to date all those years back instead of telling him he disgusted you.

Stepping into the room, you could feel a sinking feeling in your stomach as you approached Dustin Henderson and the microphone. “Alright, alright. Here's the moment we've all been waiting for, give it up for the maid of honour!” You smiled gently and took the microphone as everyone around you clapped. Taking a deep breath, you stared at the floor trying to focus. You needed to speak, you needed to say something but your heart was aching, your stomach swirling, and you just wanted to run away. “I’m not much for public speaking, so I’m going to keep this short and sweet.” You said with a gentle and almost awkward laugh.

You stared at the floor for a moment, trying to come up with words. You were meant to have something written, but you hadn’t been able to. Each time you tried to put something on paper all you could do was think about Steve and how he was meant to be yours. How he should’ve been yours. Now it was dooms day and here you were, nothing prepared and all fucking eyes were on you. You could always wing it, no one would know. Right?

Snapping out of your trance, you looked up and smiled. “A toast to the groom.” You said lifting your glass to the room. “And to the bride, from your sister who is always by your side.” You said with a smile and placed a hand on your chest. You did love her, even if your heart was shattered, she was your best friend. “To your union, and the hope that you provide to everyone here.” You smiled around the room as your cup was lifted high. “May you always…” your eyes landed on Steve, his eyes were glued to yours. His long fingers held his champaign flute high as he watched you. “Be satisfied.”

As the words left your mouth, as your eyes took in the sight of the man you loved, he slowly lowered his glass while everyone toasted. The pair of you stared deep into each other's eyes, unable to look away. The world around you began to rewind and go back to that night that you would regret for the rest of your days. The night you met and lost the only person who you ever wanted, and you gave up for family.

The lights twinkled like candlelight, it felt like a dream as you and your sisters arrived at the party. From the moment you stepped inside the ballroom, eligible men began to fawn over the three of you, desperate to get your attention. Your family was well off, and everyone knew it. Weaving through the crowd, you got yourself a glass of champagne and swayed to the music enjoying the scene around you for a moment as you stood alone.

Several men had approached you while you enjoyed your time people-watching, not a single one was interesting to you at all. Hargrove, Munson, Byers. With a simple smile and a decline of dancing, they moved on quickly to other women, some trying your sisters, some approaching Nancy Wheeler or Tammy Thompson. None of them mattered to you, even interested you. They didn’t make your heart race.

But then you saw him.

Everything changed in that moment, you knew you'd never be the same again. Those beautiful eyes, that perfectly crafted jaw. Slender body, he looked muscular even if he looked a tad skinny. His eyes locked to yours, and it was as if time stood still for a moment. He began to move fighting against the sea to meet you. Straight across the dance floor, bumping into couples, his eyes never leaving you for a second.

Maybe it was gravity, he was the sun and you were a planet. Or maybe he was a magnet attracting you with an intensity that you had never felt before. Either way, you made your way to him, meeting near the edge of the dance floor. Your eyes focused on each other, neither daring to look away.

“Hi.” Your heart skipped a beat as he continued to stare deep into your soul. His voice was as silky smooth as caramel. What was a proper greeting? What was your name again? You couldn't remember as you stared at him, fuck how could someone have such an effect on you? This never happened to you before, you weren’t that sort of person.

“Hi.” You finally managed to say. He smiled and stretched his hand out. “May I have this dance?” He questioned, before he could even finish his sentence your hand was on his. His touch set you on fire, every part of you aflame.

Moving to the dance floor, the pair of you began to dance. His arm around your waist as he held your hand, your other resting on his shoulder. Your bodies moved close together, an intense desire bubbling between the two of you, that neither of you had ever felt before. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his face. The way moles littered his face, how his hair just fell perfectly in place almost like he wasn’t even trying. Was this what love felt like?

“You strike me as a person who has never been satisfied.” The way he spoke in your ear sent your stomach twisting, desperation and desire bubbling up inside of you. You were practically salivating as you felt yourself becoming turned on by his voice. “I’m sure I don't know what you mean, you forget yourself.” You replied looking up at him. He was bold, and you liked it.

He smiled, a boyish smile on his face. “You're like me, I'm never satisfied.” His face was close to yours, you could feel his breath on your face as you thought about what it would be like to feel his lips on yours. Biting your lip, you looked up at him attempting to keep your composure. “Is that right?” You asked, unable to stop the smile from breaking through. “I've never been satisfied.” He whispered to you. Your eyes met as your lips moved close to each other’s. You didn’t feel like you could breathe, you wanted him.

You told him your name with a smile, proud of your family. “Steve Harrington.” He replied. “Where is your family from?” He smiled and shook it off. “Unimportant, there's a million things I haven’t done, so just you wait.” He told you as his forehead touched yours. His hands fidgeting didn't go unnoticed, or the way he looked away for a moment. It was like he was hiding something.

He was so graceful on his feet, his eyes were locked to yours at each moment. You couldn't stop smiling. Even as the song ended, you were meant to clap for the band. But Steve kept hold of your hand, not wanting to let you go. He escorted you to the side so you could talk more.

You began to talk about literature, about science, and so much more. He was like you, you had so much in common. You'd never before met someone who matched your wit. What was the catch? He seemed too good to be true, was it possible to see find your soulmate tonight?

You couldn't stop the hopeful feeling inside you. You rarely found someone that you had so much in common with, and yet here you were. Steve Harrington, the man who came from nowhere and wormed his way into your heart with only a few minutes of your time.

Of course you couldn't help but notice how much of a flirt he was, the way he touched your arm, the way he gazed into your eyes. His smile was causing you to melt on the spot, for heat to pool between your legs. You needed him more than you could ever begin to admit.

He was so handsome, and he clearly knew it. Your eyes studied his jaw and how his beard fuzz was beginning to settle in. His eyes were the most captivating thing you'd ever seen and the way his face was decorated with moles and freckles. Were they all over his body? You questioned mentally as he spoke, saying something to make you laugh.

You decide that you want to take him away, that you want to be alone with him, that privacy was something you were desperate for with Steve. You were in society, of course you shouldn't be thinking about what the pair of you could do alone, but it was so very tempting. Alone with Steve, a place where your lips could meet and the pair of you could give into the hunger that you both felt.

Turning to lead him away, your eyes landed on your sister across the room. Her eyes were on Steve and you suddenly realized the look she had on her face, she was in love. She was helpless as she gazed at Steve, she wanted him as badly as you did and as you stared at her you began to realize three reasons you shouldn't be with him.

“Where are you taking me?” You heard Steve ask, your hand still holding his. “I'm about to change your life.” You tell him with a smile. “Then by all means lead the way.” He said his fingers brushing over yours as he smiled. You know that this is the last moment he will be yours, the last minute that you will ever see him look at you that way.

Number one.

You were the oldest, it was your job to marry a well off man who could help take care of your father when he was old. You were the best choice though, even if you did say so yourself. But from the insidious gossip that echoed throughout the town Steve was penniless… but that didn't mean you wanted him any less.

You watched your sister introduce herself to Steve, a shy but bold smile as she looked at him. His eyes looked toward you as he heard the last name. “She's my sister.” You said with a charming grin.

Number two.

He was only after you because of your last name, you'd be naive to ignore that. He knew you were rich, he knew that it would set him on the right path. You couldn't have someone using you, so your sister seemed like the better option. Of course if you'd of realized the truth, if you knew who he was you'd have kept him for yourself.

Watching as the two of them spoke, the way he held her hand and placed a kiss on it, it hurt. He was meant to be yours, he should've been yours. “I'll leave you to it.” You walked away, your hand moving to your chest as you did, it hurt. You were in so much pain at the loss of him. If you'd of looked back you'd have seen his eyes on you asking you to stay, asking for you.

Number three.

You knew your like you knew yourself, she was a good person and if you told her that you loved him she'd resign and he'd be yours. But you couldn't do that to her, you couldn't tell her that. Even if you told her that you loved him, and she told you that it was fine to have him. You knew she would've been lying. Glancing back for just a moment, you felt your heart breaking. He was no longer yours.

As your words for your toast echoed around you, you glanced down at the glass in your hand. You tried your best to keep your emotions in check. Looking up you smiled, before walking away. You didn't want to stay here, you couldn't stand it.

Stepping out into cool night air, your hands held onto your chest. Every night since you first met you think about him, you'd fantasize about his eyes and each little part of him. You wished you'd not sized him up so quickly. It had been the biggest blow when you discovered he was a prince.

Tears began to trickle down your cheeks, at least you knew your sister would be happy as his bride. You'd never seen her so fucking happy. Even if you were miserable, at least she was. You honestly didn't care about the crown, didn't care that he was royal or rich, you only cared about him. But now your sister was his princess.

A jacket wrapped around your shoulders, cutting the cold from reaching you. You didn't need to turn around to know who it was, you could smell the expensive cologne. His presence always caused your heart to flutter. It always made your stomach twisted and made you feel nervous.

It was Steve.

“You strike me as a person who has never been satisfied.” He said in your ear, you could feel his touch, feel his hands on your waist and it was driving you insane.”I don't know what you mean, you forget yourself.” You whisper gently as you turn your head to look at him.

Your bodies were close, his hands on your arms, his breath in your ear. You just wanted him to hold you and tell you it was okay. Sighing gently you bit your lip. “You're like me, I'll never be satisfied.” He whispered to the point you could feel his lips on your ear.

“You shouldn't have said that in your toast.” Turning around you looked at him, your tears shon in the light. Slowly Steve reached up and wiped away your tears. “I don't care…” you whispered your voice breaking as you spoke. Without a word he pulled you into a hug and held onto you tightly.

You could feel his large hands on your back, the way he held you made you wish that you didn't just have to fantasize about him. But you knew that your sister would be happy as his bride, you couldn't do that to her. You didn't have it in your heart to hurt her.

Pulling back slightly, you looked into Steve’s eyes. His fingers moved to brush your hair from your face. “I will never be satisfied.” He whispered as he kept his eyes on you, unable to look away. You wanted so desperately to just have one kiss, just a single kiss with him. But you couldn't, he wasn’t yours.

Hearing calls of his name he glanced back toward the hall and sighed. Leaning forward he pressed his head against yours for a moment. Just soaking in that feeling of how losing a soulmate felt. You stood together, foreheads pressing to each other for maybe a moment before he stepped away.

Slipping off his jacket, you pushed it into his hand. It seemed as he took it his scent went with him. He looked you in the eyes one last time, glaning down you sighed as you heard his footsteps recede. It felt like he was walking out of your life forever. Looking up, you watched him as he glanced at you one last time before he left to go back inside to find his bride. As he disappeared in the crowd, the sadness bubbled over and the tears started once more.

“He will never be satisfied.” You whispered as you took a seat on a bench, your hands wiped away your tears as his lingering touch faded from you. “I will never be satisfied.”

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tudorscrown · 2 months ago

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satisfied | spencer reid

spencer reid x bau!jareau!reader navigation | cm masterlist warnings: angst, jj-spencer-reader trio, y/n mentioned! based off of hamilton, reader is never going to be satisfied, jeid wedding, spencer literally never talks to reader? what? entirely jj/reader angst and conversations, idk where im going w this tbh word count: 1175 words

Everyone was gathered at Rossi’s for the special wedding of a certain resident genius and communications liaison-turned-profiler, Jennifer Jareau.

They were all stood on the patio. “All right, let’s give it up for the maid of honor, yeah?” Luke said, raising his glass to you, JJ’s little sister.

You were apart of the BAU, following in your sisters footsteps. While she started as the liaison, you were always a profiler.

You smiled and stared at Spencer and your sister. “A toast to the groom!” You raised your glass. “A toast to the bride.” Everyone was raising their glass of champagne as JJ stared at Spencer and you lovingly. You couldn’t help but feel a pang in your gut.

“From your sister….” You continued. “who is always by your side.” You leaned into Penelope’s side. “To your union.”

“To the pawn shop!” Penelope chimed.

Everyone chuckled. It was because of the pawn shop that JJ confessed her feelings for Spencer and he said he reciprocated them. Now you’re here.

“May you always be satisfied.” You finished, taking a sip of your champagne. Everyone cheered and took a sip of your respective drinks. You couldn’t help but smile sadly. You have always loved Spencer but he loved your sister.

rewind, rewind, rewind

You remembered the day you met Spencer Reid. It was after you had just organized your desk, which was right next to his.

“Who is this?” You heard. You looked up and found a dark man leaning against the desk in front of yours.

You smiled. “Hi, I’m Y/N Jareau.” You said, moving to the side of your desk, sticking your hand out.

“Morgan. Derek Morgan.” He said, shaking your hand while maintaining eye contact.

“Another victim?” A brunette says as you sit back down at your desk. She looked at Derek with her eyes raised as she sat at the desk next to his. She looked at you. “I’m sorry for him, he can’t seem to take a hint that some people just don’t want to be bothered. I’m Elle.”

“Y/N Jareau.” You smiled. "You guys worked the case for the Footpath Killer, right?"

"Yeah we did, why?" Elle says, leaning back in her chair.

"Well why did he stutter? I read up on the case because it was the most recent one you guys have done but no where does it say why he stuttered."

Derek sighed. "We've all asked Gideon but he just won't say."

"He wants us to figure it out." A new voice said. You turned around and saw a man around your age, perhaps a year older. He looked up and saw you. "Uh, Doctor Spencer Reid."

You smiled as he took the desk next you. "Y/N Jareau."

Elle's eyes darted between the two of you. She was a profile and never missed a beat on anything, especially how Spencer started to rub his hands nervously against his slacks like they [his hands] were sweaty all of a sudden. "I'm up for a challenge."

"Good, because these go to you." You heard a familiar voice ring out. You stopped looking at the shy brunette in front of you and turned to your blonde sister, who was placing files on Elle's desk. "Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, JJ if you'd like." She smiled.

"Jareau?" Elle questioned, shaking JJ's hand.

"My sister." You said, looking at her adoringly.

i have never been satisfied

It's been eight years since you and your sister met the BAU and you wouldn't change any of it for the world. Your sister was crashing with you at your apartment because her and Will were going through a divorce.

"Y/N?" She asked as you also spoke her name. You both laughed. "I need to tell you something."

"I also need to tell you something." You said with a small smile on your face.

"On three?" She asked. When you both were younger, you would speak what you wanted to talk about at the same time if you both wanted to tell each other something at the same time.

1...

2...

3...!

"I think I'm in--" You started to speak but your sister was faster.

"I think I like Spencer."

Oh.

"He's just so cute and smart." JJ gushed. "He's got me helpless and I've never felt this way about anyone besides Will and I think it's time to move on from him. I'll still have Henry and I'll always love Will in someplace in my heart but I think the rest of it is meant for Spencer." She rambled.

Oh.

"Anyways, what were you going to say?"

You struggled to find words as you shook your head. "I forgot."

if i tell her that i love him she'd be silently resigned

"JJ... there's something I need to tell you." You said as you approached her. It was Rossi's fourth wedding to his third wife and you noticed the longing glances between Spencer and your sister. But only Penelope noticed your glances towards Spencer.

"Yeah?" She asked.

You wondered if this would change your entire relationship between you and your sister. Would she spill to Spencer? Would Spencer hate you? Would she hate you?

"It's really important." You whispered.

She pulled you by your elbow into a secluded corner. "What's wrong?" She said, concern etching itself into her forehead.

"I... I'm in love with Spencer." JJ's face fell.

"What?" Her tone was one of the betrayed sister but she had no reason to feel betrayed, right? You met him first and you were going to tell her that you were in love with him seven years ago so in reality, she betrayed you...? Her hands left your arms and she backed up into the wall, the smallest step told you everything you needed to know. "How long have you loved him?"

"Since... ever, I guess? I was going to tell you but then you told me that you loved him before I could even get the words out and now with the whole pawn shop ordeal I..." You trailed off.

JJ's eyes widened. "Y/N, I told you that seven years ago... you've loved him for at least that?"

"Yeah." You sighed.

"What is it, Y/N?" You snapped out of your daydream, seeing JJ's hand wave in front of your face. "You zoned out, are you okay?"

You decided then and there that telling her, would be a terrible idea and you would never be satisfied no matter what. "I... Roz's birthday is soon and mom wanted to know if we wanted to go back to Pennsylvania to spend the weekend."

"I'll... talk to mom about it." She breathed out.

"Okay." You gave a slight smile before turning and walking away to the open bar. You needed a drink.

at least my dear eliza's his wife; at least i keep his eyes in my life

After taking a sip from your champagne flute, your eyes met with Spencer's hazel ones and you knew then and there that he will never be satisfied, or more importantly: you will never be satisfied.

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