Type: Songfic ( falling for ya by Grace Phipps), Greaserlock

Pairing: Greg Lestrade x Reader

Warnings: you wear a frickin dress and your girly. Stop complaining about it, I'm done with people being offended because I write the reader as a girl it's the frickin time period  of the movie grease hence the title GREASErlock  so deal with it and tbh I'm not even sorry if that sounds rude but Fuck it I'm tired of being criticized

For my lovely wife drayizzle

The day started ordinary, boys walking by

You stared at the clock in the front of the room, boredom hung over everyone in the room. School would let out soon. You sighed, smoothing your white dress. A red headband held back your (hair length) locks, you looked down at your long red nails, praying for class to end sometime soon. You nibbled your ruby lip, feeling the need to cheer when the bell finally rung. You gathered up your books, hurrying towards the exit, your boyfriend was waiting. You had almost reached the door when suddenly you were against a wall, a thick cloud of cigarette smoke blown into your face. "Anderson." You coughed, looking up at him as his lips twitched up into a grin, pushing his cigarette to the corner of his lips. "Sweetheart." He grinned, his leather coated hand was propped up against the wall as he leaned in. "I have an extra ticket to the drive in tonight, you in?"

It was the same old story, too fresh or too shy

"I'm not sure Greg nor Sally would approve." You retorted, you'd forced Greg to stop smoking long ago, now he only did it for show, the smell nauseated you. "Cmon, they don't have to know what we do." He winked, you rolled your eyes, wanting nothing more then for him to release his hold.

"I suggest you let her go." A deep baritone sounded from behind him, you let out a sigh of relief at the familiar voice. Anderson rolled his eyes and turned, "and what are you gonna do about it?" He moved, revealing your tall best friend.

(You're welcome)

"I may or may not of told Sally you were snogging Irene in the bathroom earlier." Sherlock looked down at him, crossing somewhat muscular arms. Anderson's eyes widened slightly and you fought the urge to chuckle, "this ain't over." He angrily puffed before turning away. You looked at Sherlock, standing up straight. "I owe you one."

"Eh. Cmon." Sherlock nodded towards the door and you followed, hooking arms with him. "I have to pick up John, We're seeing a movie later. You and Greg can come if you want." The two of you walked down the down the hall, "sure." You smiled. You both continued to chat, when finally you reached the algebra classroom. You waited for a moment outside, looking the mirror, reapplying your red lipstick when the door flew open and students poured out. Soon John appeared in the crowd, Sherlock met him and intertwining their fingers and having a brief exchange before Sherlock walked back over. You smiled, Sherlock was tall and covered with leather, while john was wearing his sweater watt and khakis. You were honest to goodness happy he found John, for his drug problems were getting out of control and you could pick up a slight depression. But then John came along and whisked it all away.

"Y'all ready?" You asked, closing your compact mirror and sliding it back in your purse.

I'm not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes a smile, it goes under mile

"Yeah."  He nodded, Sherlock soon led the two of you out of the building. The door soon opened and you found Greg leaning against his bike, a white shirt clung to his muscular form, a leather jacket thrown over, a silver fox on the back, it started as an inside joke from his already graying hair. You felt a bit of jealousy stab through you as you saw Irene Adler, her eyes fixed on Greg as she leaned against his shoulder. Greg just lit a cigarette, looking bored. You saw John stiffen as well at sight of her, you strutted forward, straightening your shoulders and careful to make sure your hips swayed. You walked right past her and Greg's eyes lit up when he saw you. "Hi." You smiled and he wrapped an arm around your waist, catching you off guard and pulled you into a brief kiss before turning back to Irene, "what was that Adler?" He questioned, the brunette looked highly annoyed and turned away with a fluff of her hair. She looked at Sherlock, "cheekbones." She smirked, Sherlock just stared at his ex and John tugged his boyfriend away .

"That woman's like a parasite." Sherlock muttered under his breath, but you all heard it and grinned. Greg stood, keeping his arm fastened around you. "Movie tonight with Sherlock and John?" You asked, Greg tossed the newly lit cigarette to the ground and stomped on it. "Sure."

I'm usually swooned but I'm over the moon cause he was just too cool for school

You placed another kiss on his lips, Sherlock's bike was parked next to his, he climbed on, John behind him. "So how was your day?" He asked in a monotone, making you chuckle slightly. "Fine."

Sherlock decided to use that lovely moment to bud in, "I just thought I should mention the fact that Anderson tried to, oh what's the term... get with that.." He nodded in your direction and you felt Greg's grip tighten around you. "Sherlock..." You muttered through gritted teeth. "He did what now?" Greg's eyes narrowed, something about this new possesiveness made you swoon.

and now I'm fallin' for ya, fallin for ya

I know I shouldn't but I just can't keep myself from fallin for ya

can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for ya

"It's fine." You climbed on the back of his bike, he mumbled something under his breath, wrapping your arms around his waist as he climbed on. He revved his bike and you zoomed off, John and Sherlock doing the same in a similar position.

You loved the feeling of your long (hair color locks) blowing in the wind, the free rebellious feeling it gave you. You held on tightly as you could to his form, watching the world pass by in various colored blurs.

He says I'm a Betty and we paint the town

It was true, Greg Lestrade was labeled as one of the "bad boys." He was suppose to be a bad boy, covered with leather, the cigarette smoke puffing from his lips. But underneath the tough guy image you knew there was so much more to him then could every be imagined. You soon approached the movie, various colored blankets littered the grass covered ground, couples sat on the blankets, kissing or cuddling. "Greg we didn't bring a blanket or anything."

"It's covered." He parked his bike, pulling off his helmet, revealing his short brown locks, laced with silver. He slipped his arm under yours.

I'm not the kind to fall for a guy just cause he says hi

He walked over to a blanket with a couple of smaller boys seated, they were both very thin, completed with thick wired glasses. Two others sat on another blanket, Greg and Sherlock both snapped and they immediately stood and walked away. "Sherlock!" John scolded, "relax." The brunette rolled his eyes, "we keep Anderson off their arse and they do things for us." The taller biker sat, extending his arm for John who sat down and curled into him.

He's ready to race and I'm catching his gaze
They'll go on like this for days

You looked over at Greg who let himself collapse on the blanket, his arms behind his head, his legs extended. You kneeled down and laid beside him, careful to curl your legs so no one could see up your skirt. You laid your head on Greg's chest, his arm wrapped around you.

"This is perfect." You murmured and he placed a kiss on the top of your head. Soon the movie started, you found yourself completely and utterly at peace. Soon the movie was coming a close, Greg took his arm back, "I'll be right back love." He stood, you sat up and walked away, holding his phone to his ear.

You looked over at Sherlock and John, smiling softly when you found John watching the movie and Sherlock was staring at John.

Suddenly two people stepped over you, Sally and Anderson. "Freak. (Your name)." She wasn't at all careful stepping over Sherlock. "Bitch." He retorted, tightening his grip around John.

"(Your name)." Anderson winked and smirked and you realized he'd seen Greg walk away. "Anderson." You said coldly, tugging your skirt down a bit.

"My offer still stands." He smirked, Sherlock looked ready to do something about it when someone tapped Anderson's shoulder.

"I believe that's my girlfriend your talking to." He turned and revealed Greg standing there, arms crossed and eyes ablaze. You bit your lip to keep yourself from going "oooo" like you were five.

"Awe I didn't mean anything by it." He offered a charming smile, "it's not my fault your girlfriend's hot."

"One of the many things that make her great." Greg stepped forward.

You could tell numerous eyes were glued to the two.

"Whatcha gonna do? You're a softie now that she's around." Anderson fired.

"I'm afraid you're wrong."

Anderson rolled his eyes, "who needs a bitch like her anyway?"

Before you knew it Anderson was on the ground, his hand flying to a bloody nose. Greg standing over him and kneeling down, grabbing him by his collar. "Would a softie do that?" He questioned, he soon dropped him and looked back at you. You slowly stood, brushing off your skirt and looking down at Anderson. "woof woof." You took Greg's hand and led him away.

"Now that was sexy." You smirked, elbowing him playfully.

He looked at you, a grin playing on his lips.

"Was it now?"

"Mhmm." You turned and faced him, standing on your toes and placing a kiss to his lips.

Now I'm fallin for ya
I know I shouldn't but I just can't stop myself from
Fallin for ya
Can't hold on any longer
And now I'm falling for you

A/N

Hey guys so I was really inspired for this but that inspiration faded and I couldn't really develop a plot so sorry.

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