To Tired Writers. To the people out there whose hearts very, very much want to write and work on WIPs, but who are just mentally and physically exhausted right now. It’s okay. It is okay to rest sometimes. Allow yourself time to rest.
I have so many Wips I need to finish, I have a request to finish,I have a series to finish, I have college work to do and my job is draining me. I just feel like I barely have any time to write. BUT I am slowly getting through my WIPs
Since it’s Loki’s birthday, I decided to reblog his masterlist! I’m about to go on winter break so I’m praying that I can start writing again. If the writer’s block and timing issues continue like this, then I might take an official hiatus but hey, it’s not like it’ll make a difference.
Last song: the last great American dynasty by tswift
Last movie: hostiles
Currently watching: nothing right now :/ I need to finish band of brothers and start Star Wars rebels. Lowkey wanna rewatch bbc sherlock or maniac
Currently reading: death on the Nile, gone girl, and I’ve checked out flowers for algernon from my school library and plan to start it ASAP!
Currently craving: French toast (big surprise)
Tagging: @dicapriho @flowerais @giidas @kissmeontheporches @zacharylevis @zim-zam-goddamn @castlescrumbledovernight @voila-tout @blissfulparker (AND SO MANY MORE PEOPLE I WANT TO GET TO KNOW!!!!! LITERALLY I LOVE TALKING AND MEETING NEW PPL SO DONT BE AFRAID TO MESSAGE ME!)
Currently Watching : Nothing yet! I’ve been meaing to start SPN or rewatch Criminal Minds but there’s been no time.
Currently Reading : Nothingggggg. The last book I read was The Girl on the Train though!
Currently Craving : French fries. I could eat those all day I swear.
Tagging : @nonsensicalobsessions @ladyfluff @tomhiddleston-is-mischief @just-the-hiddles @winterisakiller @redfoxwritesstuff @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and literally everyone else because I would love to get to know you all!
"Chris could you pass me the streamers?" Tom teetered atop the ladder. Of course, he didn't have to go up very high considering he was like a building but she had such a high ceiling and everything had to be perfect.
"Oh yeah of course!" Chris tossed up some streamers to Tom.
"Where are the others?" Tom looked around.
"Well Loki is moping somewhere probably, Ransom is out getting the gifts, Jonathan is busy cleaning up the inside while James is getting the outside. Steve and Bucky are both late but the profilers said that they'd be carpooling together."
"What about Laing and Sharpe?"
"I have no idea, maybe out with Ransom?"
"Tell Ransom to hurry up then, she'll be here soon."
Just then, the doorbell rang and Tom froze.
"That can't be her can it?" Tom jumped down.
"I don't think so?"
"Would she really ring her own doorbell?" Loki snapped, materializing out of seemingly nowhere.
Tom and Chris shuffled their feet as Loki went to answer the door. Of course, he was right that it was not her but it was the rest of the guests.
"Loki." Steve growled, his grip around a bag tightening. Loki sneered as he opened the door a little wider.
"The man out of time. And would you look at that, he brought his friend."
"Yeah yeah thanks greaseball. Can you get out of the way now?" Ransom snapped as he shoved past.
"Why do they all look the same?" Reid carefully walked through the door. Hotch slowed down as he walked in, seeing a bunch of men but like, ten of them looked the same.
"I don't know but this is very weird."
"You tell me." JJ scoffed and Garcia snapped a quick photo of the similar looking men.
The profilers set their gifts down on the table. Ransom came and put his hundreds of bags down before Bucky and Steve could add the last few decorations.
"Do you think she'll be here on time?" Thomas looked at James.
"I hope so. She's been really busy with some work for the past few months but she hasn't stopped complaining about how she just can't find the time to talk to everybody." James shrugged.
"Ah, that explains the sudden radio silence." Jonathan leaned against the wall.
"I see a car!" Thor bellowed as he peered out the window.
"Everyone get into place!" Tom shouted.
"She'll be here in like, 30 seconds!" Chris added.
Everybody shuffled in front of the door, getting ready for her to walk in.
"Watch it pal, I'm standing here!" Ransom hissed as he shoved Loki into Steve.
"Shut it quim, she likes me better." Loki snapped.
"Be quiet you two!' Bucky elbowed Loki.
Everybody fell silent as they heard footsteps outside of the hallway. They all tensed up as the doorknob slowly turned. Finally, as the door opened, they all jumped forward, some blowing the little noisemakers while other threw some confetti in the air.
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@hopelessromanticspoonie @yespolkadotkitty @nonsensicalobsessions @nildespirandum @dianamolloy @is-it-madness @frostbitten-written @rhemasky @someillplanetreigns @myoxisbroken @winterisakiller @redfoxwritesstuff and all my other peeps.
I was tagged by @locke-writes! I love your blog and it’s always nice to see you in my notifications.
You’re supposed to tag 10 people but I did a few over that. I need to follow some more people honestly though because I tend to reblog from the same people. Anyway!
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1. I mostly ship canon ships in fandoms because I already like them.
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If any of you guys have already done this then ignore this post.
Thank you for the tag @poetic-fiasco and @iminlovewithtomhiddlestonandloki !
My favourite princess is Merida from Brave because of her strength, growth and independence.
I love mythology and when I was a kid, I seriously wanted to be a mermaid. Remember H2O, Just Add Water? Yeah, that didn’t make it any better.
I have four cats and one of them is sitting on the table and staring at me. She’s ½ metre away from me.
I’m gonna add a fourth just because it’s been under 24 hours since I’ve shouted about him, but JONATHAN PINE IS MY MOTHERUFKCING HUSBAND.
Tagging the last 7 people in my notifications (no pressure): @shiningloki @voila-tout @theatrelove3000 @lehuka123 @is-it-madness @lokis-fav-spinach @hufflautia
I love everything about thunderstorms, but I absolutely despise rain.
I’ve had surgery on my ear and I’ve injected steroids into my earlobe and let me tell you, it hurts like a BITCH. “You’ll just feel a little pinch” my ass. I’ve never wanted a hug so bad. Bonus points if it’s from Tom :’)
I’ve gotten back into video/fan editing and it’s led me to confirm (for the millionth time) that TOM HIDDLESTON COULD GET IT. LOKI TOO. AND CHRIS EVANS. AND STEVE ROGERS. AND-
The last few blogs (off the top of my head) are @et-lesailes @tomhiddleston-is-mischief @just-the-hiddles @nonsensicalobsessions @kitkatd7 @wintersoldierissucharide and yeah. NO PRESSURE OF COURSE. If you did this already then you can ignore this ❤️
Hi!!! Can I just say I love your writing! If you’re still taking requests, do you think you could do a Hotch x Reader fix with #28 (the quick kiss me one) from the fluff list and the 25 (undercover as lovers but hate each other) trope? Maybe not where they ~actually~ hate each other but they just have different ways of going about their job (him being himself and she’s more fun-loving and outgoing) and are sort of opposites so they just dont always see eye to eye? Hope you’re having a good day!!
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Hero Complex
(A/N) Aw, thank you so much! I hope you are doing good as well. I'm so sorry this came like, 500 years later but sloowwwly I'm going to get through all of these requests. This fic has a few more POV shifts so I marked them with dashes. THESE DASHES ARE NOT TIME SKIPS LIKE THEY USUALLY ARE, THEY ARE POV SHIFTS. And I may or may not have forgotten to give this unsub a name :)
Scenario : We are going undercover as lovers, but we hate each other.
Prompt : "Quick, kiss me." - "Why?"
Pairing : Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Word Count : 2920
Warnings : Just creepiness and a very brief moment of sexual assault.
Masterlist
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"Here is some fuel."
You gladly took the drink from JJ as you two leaned against the table. The club was filled with a lot more people than you expected on a Thursday, but it was also the long weekend so perhaps most of these people were visiting. You had plans to visit family, but murder doesn't take breaks. The unsub you all came to catch was definitely getting help from someone else. At least, that's what Hotch thought. Every time you guys thought a solid lead came, it turned out to be a dead end. Thanks to some geographical profiling, this club seemed to be the hunting ground for the unsub. Rossi and the rest of the team were able to give out the profile to the station and Garcia found someone who fit the general idea of the profile, so all that was left was to catch this guy.
That's when you got the genius idea of going undercover at the nightclub. It was the perfect plan!
See, this unsub had a major hero complex. He always went for the girls who were here with a man and the man ditched her or those guys who were mean towards their girlfriends. All you'd have to do was go and act like a damsel in distress and the unsub would be hooked. To make things even better, you'd go in with JJ so you two could get a partial break together. There was only one problem.
Hotch hated the plan with all of his heart. Before you even managed to get more than a few words in, he put his fist down and rejected it. It was a tiny bit unconventional but otherwise, it was very safe and relatively guaranteed to get a result. You went back later and tossed in an "Aaron" because that always seemed to get him to soften up a little for whatever reason. Morgan would never stop pushing you on it considering it never worked whenever anyone else called him Aaron.
Now you and JJ needed to decide who to take to the club. Morgan was off the table because he was stuck in the police station with a newly acquired medical leave. Rossi was thrown out of the ring thanks to the fact that he'd look like a sugar daddy or something along those lines if he went with either of you. He was perfectly okay with staying behind and manning the operation anyway so no harm done. That left Reid and Hotch.
It was of utmost importance that both men came with you two otherwise this plan would fail. Reid was a little nervous about going undercover with JJ, especially with the whole "pretending to be a couple" part of it, but he seemed pretty okay with it after receiving some training from Morgan. Hotch on the other hand did not look happy about going out into the field and he got this emotionless look on his face when he found out he was going with you. Rossi had a small talk with Hotch who came back a little more relaxed than before although he tended to drift away from you every now and then. Soon, you four were dressed up and in the club during, what everyone believed to be, the unsub's prime hunting hours.
"Are you sure that this is going to work?" JJ said before taking a sip from her glass.
"Well, it was a theory. Rossi thought it'd work just fine."
"Has anything happened yet?"
"Nope."
When you looked back to the bar, you could see Hotch keeping a steady eye on the two of you as Reid looked a little more than lost with all the random women coming up to him.
"Hotch hasn't taken his eyes off you since we walked in." JJ pointed out.
"All for this sting I'm sure."
"Or maybe you just look gorgeous in that dress."
Before you could chew JJ out for whatever she was insinuating, a group of men started to approach you two. However, it was a little more than unlikely that one of these men was the unsub. He wasn't profiled to be a pack animal, never wanted anyone else to steal his thunder. Before the men could get too close, JJ sent a subtle shake of her head over to Hotch and Reid so they knew that this wasn't the unsub. Now the two of you would have to go through the whole "I'm here with my boyfriend thing" with this group.
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"I'm sorry! I-I'm here with my girlfriend." Reid stammered. Hotch sighed as he swirled the drink in his glass before taking another look at JJ and (Y/N) with the pack. The one in the badly ironed suit was getting a little too touchy with (Y/N) for his taste.
"I don't see her here-" Some woman cooed.
"She's right over there!"
"How about your friend over here?"
He felt a hand moved across his back before it got swatted away. Sometimes this kid could be really helpful.
"He's taken also."
Hotch didn't even notice when Reid leaned back against the bar counter as the girl walked away. He was too busy glaring at the guy who clearly didn't get the idea that (Y/N) was not interested in him at all. Wasn't it obvious with the way she was backing away from him? He was so close to just going up to that guy and hitting him across the face, but he wasn't looking to get kicked out of the club before the girls had a chance to look for the potential unsub. Hotch snarled as Reid's huge hand started waving around in his face.
"What is it?"
"Oh, nothing other than the fact that you have been staring, not very subtly I might add, at (Y/N) for basically the entire time we were here."
Hotch scoffed before going back to swirling his drink.
"Yeah right."
"I think I am."
There was a small pause before Hotch took another glance at the table. Just to make sure the girls were safe of course. Reid snapped his fingers the moment Hotch's eyes moved.
"You like (Y/N), don't you?"
"What? No." Hotch dismissed Reid's comment with a turn of his head.
"Yeah you do! It's like, glaringly obvious now."
"Oh is it now?"
"Yeah! Every time she walks into the room, you start sizing her up and puffing out your chest. Whenever you're speaking with her you start stumbling over words and fixing your tie and your hands get all clammy. You even give her your jacket whenever she gets cold." Reid spoke rapidly, but it was enough to make Hotch's cheek redden a little.
"I do that with everybody." Hotch rolled his eyes.
"No, you don't. You've never done it with JJ or Prentiss. Well, you did once with Garcia, but that was only because she wouldn't stop complaining. You know what else you do?"
"You're going to tell me any-" Hotch started before getting interrupted. He decided to finally start his drink instead of swirling it forever.
"You check her out pretty often."
Hotch choked on his drink.
"Your favorite outfit of hers seems to be the black pantsuit judging by the by the way your pupils dilate every time she wears it, but you also impartial to her grey dress because whenever she wears it, you start to get-"
"That's enough."
"Sorry."
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"Listen, I already told you I'm not interested. Could you please leave me alone now?" You snapped as badly ironed suit touched your shoulder again.
"Oh come on at least give me a chance!" Bad suit pressed.
"Hey pal, back off." JJ interrupted yet one another of his spiels about how you should give him the light of day.
"Come on Ben, let's get a drink." One of his friends grabbed Suit's arm and dragged him away.
"I thought they'd never leave." You groaned.
"Well thanks to them, we couldn't focus on the other men of the club for this sting."
You sighed before turning back to look at the club floor. Everybody seemed to be having a good time. No signs of any couple disputes anywhere. Hopefully your argument with that guy, Ben, was enough to catch the Unsub's attention. If he was here yet anyway.
"So when were we supposed to get into that argument with the boys?" JJ questioned after a few minutes of observation.
"It was supposed to be whenever we saw that guy Garcia found but it's getting pretty late."
"Maybe we should split up. That argument with that creep might've caught his attention."
"That makes sense. The unsub could be feeling off about two girls rather than one." You nodded before looking over towards another group of tables on the opposite side of the building.
"I'll go over to that side of the club and you stay here. Hopefully, we can get that guy before he finds someone else."
JJ hummed in agreement, allowing you to weave through the dance floor and make your way to the other end of the building. Down by the bar, Reid was calmly keeping an eye out for the unsub while Hotch was freaking out about the fact that (Y/N) was going a different route than JJ.
"What is she doing?"
"It looks like she's moving to get a better view of this place. It's very crowded you know."
Hotch glared at Reid who put his head down in apology.
"This is why I didn't like this idea. She always goes and disobeys orders and we all know what happened the last time someone disobeyed orders, Morgan went on leave! She should've just stayed behind at the station and we would've gone to Reeve's house and maybe caught him in the act-"
"But then it'd be too late." Reid interrupted. "With us coming to this club to catch him, we could avoid another potential victim."
"Well, I still don't like the idea that she's going to be alone over there," Hotch muttered.
"She can handle herself I'm sure."
"But I'm not going to let an agent get hurt."
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This was even worse than you thought it would be. Now that JJ wasn't by your side, you were bored out of your mind and half asleep at the table. There wasn't any sign of that guy and you were just about ready to go to Hotch and call this off and then mentally prepare yourself for his lecture about how you should've agreed to do things his way rather than the more fun way.
"Hey gorgeous."
You snapped awake to see Ben has returned and this time, he was alone. He held a drink out to you.
"Listen man, I already told you I'm not interested-" You started.
"Woah Woah Woah, who says I was here for that? I'm just here to talk. Nothing more. Drink?"
You knew better than to take a drink from someone you didn't know, but you took it anyway and put it on the table just to get him to shut up for a little. You went back to scanning the club area, watching the people dancing up on each other or going to have a drink at the bar.
"So you're with someone?" Ben started up.
"Yes, my friend you saw earlier."
"Oh okay… no boyfriend?"
"He's right over there." You gestured in the general area of the bar before going back to the club floor. You were hardly paying attention to whatever Ben was saying, instead staying more focused on the familiar looking businessman that just entered the club. By the way he was getting all pissed at Hotch last week, this wasn't his type of place.
"I don't see him anywhere."
You flinched when you felt his hand on the lower part of your back, just barely skimming above your butt before he went lower and grabbed it.
"Woah wait, what are you doing?" You jerked away from him.
"Oh come on, you know you enjoyed it." Ben leaned in closer. By the way he was acting, he must've put something into your drink.
"Just go away!" You went to push Ben back but he grabbed your hand.
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One glass of scotch didn't really help calm his nerves in the club. He was the unit chief and usually didn't go onto the field unless they were going to intercept the unsub or interrogate him or something. This was different now that Morgan was hurt. It didn't help that he had to pretend to be a couple with (Y/N) but it eased his nerves a little when it turned out he'd have to stay away from her until Kevin came. He naturally looked back at JJ, expecting to see (Y/N) there with her before recalling that she had moved to the other side of the club for whatever reason. JJ made some sort of hand motion before gesturing over towards the dance floor where he saw that businessman, John Smith, they were talking with earlier.
It was odd to see that guy there considering he nearly went to war with Hotch because he was "too classy to go to clubs" or whatever, but this businessman did have a wife in the police department. Now that he thought about it a little more, this businessman was involved in the case from the beginning. He was ruled out as a suspect due to the fact that he was more egotistical and would rather throw someone else under the bus to save his own skin, but it didn't mean that he wouldn't know the unsub. In fact, Garcia had mentioned that Kevin Reeves worked under Mr. Smith for a while before leaving for a better opportunity.
Kevin fit the unsub much better than his boss did. He was a loner whose last relationship fell because his girlfriend didn't like the way he responded to a man flirting with her. He sought approval all the time, eventually quitting his job because he didn't get the promotion he wanted. He kept in touch with his old boss, however. Phone records showed that he called John over ten times every week. Something about his former girlfriend and John's wife.
With the murders and the evidence pointing to Kevin, (Y/N) came up with this stakeout idea to nab him in the act at the same club where his girlfriend dumped him. Now of course it wasn't the worst idea. Some of the other BAU agents have gone undercover before, but he didn't want (Y/N) to get hurt.
Hotch's eyes drifted back over towards the east end of the club where (Y/N) was supposed to be waiting. Instead, he saw that badly ironed creep grabbing her wrist.
"Hotch wait!"
Hotch could barely hear Reid calling as he stormed over to the tables. His ears were burning with just how enraged he was. His movements were erratic as he nearly fell over the stairs on the way up to the table. (Y/N)'s eyes widened before she sighed in relief, ripping her hand from Suit.
"Oh there you are babe!"
He ignored (Y/N) completely, instead focusing on the bastard who dared put his hands on her. Just before he could teach this guy a lesson, (Y/N) grabbed his tie and jerked his head back over to her.
"Quick, kiss me."
"Why?"
He wasn't really sure why he said what he said. Forget about processing, he didn't even listen to what (Y/N) whispered in his ear before she wrapped a hand behind his head and forced him down, smashing his lips against hers. It took a moment before he put an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. There was that small sense of euphoria when he realized that he had been waiting for this moment, but that faded when he remembered that it wasn't really meant to go this way. It wasn't like he was about to give this up, however. He liked the way she pulled at his hair.
Alas, nothing lasts forever.
(Y/N) pulled away first, eyes wide and breathing erratic like she had no idea what she just did, but she regained her composure while he moved his hands in front of him, uncomfortably shifting around. Apparently Bad Suit didn't really mind watching the whole thing because he just stood there like a creep.
"Can you piss off now?" (Y/N) snapped.
It took a glower from Hotch before Suit slinked away. The second he was out of their eyesight, (Y/N) backed away from him in fear.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry about that! I didn't mean to kiss you but it seemed like the right idea at the time but now that I think about it-"
"Hey, it's okay-" Hotch started.
"Is it really because I feel like now you're going to see me all weird now and like, I like working with you but it's distracting and whatever and now that this happened I don't know how I'm gonna look you in the eyes ever again or even come into work-"
"We can talk about this later. Maybe over dinner?”
“Over dinner?” (Y/N) took a pause.
“Yeah.”
“Okay yeah sure that sounds good.”
“Great, now just take a few deep breaths." He put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them in comfort. Eventually, she managed to calm down a little. At least that’s what he thought until she spoke.
tagged by @littleferal to post the last 7 sentences of a wip 😘 You get some Frankie goodness also!
“I’d say she’s taken a liking to you already. It was nice meeting you. Stay warm!” He waves before turning to make his way out of the patch, talking with Mia the whole way. It was…the cutest thing you think you have ever seen. You watch him as he leaves, wondering if you may ever happen upon him again before returning to work. Time to check for lost children in the corn maze.
no pressure tags! @yespolkadotkitty @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa @absurdthirst and if anyone else wants to do it!!
Ooooh @f0rever15elf can’t wait to read more of that!! Thanks for the tag!
You’d barely come through the door when Zach slammed it behind you, scooping you up and encouraging your legs around his waist. He braced you against the door, taking your mouth, fast and hungry, his teeth scraping slightly. He plunged one hand into your hair and kept the other on your hip, pressing you into him. You thrilled at the feeling of him already hard against you as you kissed him back, your pulse thrumming hurry, hurry, hurry.
“Want you,” he murmured against your lips.
“Please.”
No pressure tags: @just-the-hiddles @pedropascallion @pajamasecrets @mary-ann84 @henrythickcavill
Thank you for the tag, smut sister! Not the last seven lines of anything. I figured I would take this opportunity to share a bit more from the secret project (which seems to want to be less and less secret.)
Vivian returned her gaze to Luke. “I am currently a junior partner at Watkins, Price, and Forbes, I graduated with my law degree from Oxford, attended Wycombe Abbey on scholarship, grew up in Sheffield, lost the accent. I have been sued three times, all due to work. Every time I prevailed. But you knew all of that Mr. Windsor, because you do your job and do it well. So ask me what you what to ask.”
Luke blinked, his gaze darting between Tom and Vivian. “I like her, Thomas.” He wagged his finger at Vivian. “I like her a lot.” Tom beamed with pride.
And no pressure tags to @myoxisbroken @is-it-madness @someillplanetreigns @nildespirandum @shiningloki
Thanks for the tag @just-the-hiddles !! Here’s a 7 sentence preview of the next chapter of “Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me”!
It shouldn’t have been a surprise that you two would have ended up like this. Loki had walked into the bedroom after taking Cooper out when he saw you bent over the side of the bed reaching for something. Instinct took over and Loki rushed over to you, pressed himself behind you, and held you against the side of the bed. He had slid downwards, ate you out, then stood up, released his cock, and began pounding into you.
It was impressive, really. He had not fucked you since the whole cock warming scene yesterday. Now that it was past noon the following day, indulging himself in your snug pussy was overdue.
Tagging @bellesque @ragnarachael @frostbitten-written @caffiend-queen @villainousshakespeare and anyone else who would like to give a tease at their WIP!!
Thanks for the tag @shiningloki ! Here’s a 7 sentence preview of a Dr Robert Laing fic I was working on not too long ago.
“I could take you to heights that would put this building to shame.” There was nothing more satisfying to Laing than fucking a cunt that didn’t belong to him. The ladies who have laid with him have whispered about his abilities, how fat his cock was and just how deranged he was in the sack. He grabbed a handful of her hair and directed her gaze to the camera in the corner of the lift. “Look directly into that red light as you scream my name and clench around my cock. Let Royal know he’s not quite fulfilling your needs. Let him know who took your pussy and did you in so well.”
Tagging: @poetic-fiasco @ragnarachael @caffiend-queen @villainousshakespeare @lehuka123 @theatrelove3000 @is-it-madness @nildespirandum @myoxisbroken @rhemasky @the-haven-of-fiction @dangertoozmanykids101 @fadingcoast @vodka-and-some-sass @voila-tout and anyone else who wants to jump in! No pressure but feel free to tease any WIPs you may be hiding from us!
Thanks for the tag @frostbitten-written! Here is a slightly more than seven lines preview of a long awaited part two of a fic I started in like, April.
Today was the day. After listening to Steve's constant pestering and Sam's relentless teasing, he decided to man up and finally talk to (Y/N). (Y/N), other than Steve of course, was the only other person who made him feel normal again. He already planned what to do and mustered up the courage to ask her if she wanted to have some dinner tonight then maybe take a walk down Times Square or Central Park. All he had to do now was ask. He went up to her door, taking a deep breath to relax and just before he knocked, he hovered his fist over the door when he heard (Y/N) talking.
"Are you serious? No, there's no way. Life isn't a movie where I'm in love with a friend but too oblivious to see it or I suddenly realize that my friend is more than a friend to me. I don't like Bucky like that Natasha!"
Tagging @et-lesailes @nonsensicalobsessions @tomhiddleston-is-mischief and whoever else wants to join in! No pressure of course.
I’ll start this with a warning that I will likely post this to both my main blog @bootzee02 and my secondary blog @bootzee02-reads. There’s this pesky limit of 50 blogs and I follow WAY more than that. I love you all, even if I can’t mention you all at one time. To say 2020 has been something else is stating the obvious. I started the year with a reblog challenge. That’s the reason for the secondary blog. Sorry by the way that I don’t have a masterlist. Despite the best directions I could ever have been given, I just couldn’t make it work. Then the 2020 craziness happened. I set out this year to reblog and interact more. I have done that. I have read every day but there are a few days I didn’t reblog. Then there are days I reblogged 5+ fics. I have enjoyed the conversations. I understand better the warm, almost giddy feelings you get when someone comments. The responses back to my reblogs and asks make my day. The smile is never ending. I imagine it is so much more for you writers. Your writing got me through and gave me a sense of normalcy when my mother passed away in January. Your writing exposed me to different ideas and parts of myself I’ve yet to explore. Or maybe yet to admit in some cases. You’ve made me feel love, angst, surprise and those lovely amorous feelings. You’ve made me laugh and even shed a few tears. I’ve discovered so many new writers and continued to enjoy my favorites this year. My wish for you is to continue and enjoy your craft. Explore and expand your writings. I always root for you. For your writing successes as well as your personal successes. I know there are times people send mean and rude asks. Please know there are many more of us who value you and the time you spend giving us your writings and letting us into your lives. Sometimes you let us know you feel down and maybe need a break. We readers adore you and want what’s best for you. You give us so much without asking for much in return. I hope all of you have received lots of supportive messages today. Thank you for sharing your gifts. You deserve all the love today 💜
First off, I’m sorry I haven’t posted in such a long time! As classes have started up again, I’m starting to get piled up with work. Now I’m praying that I can maintain some sort of schedule considering I ignore the teacher sometimes, but there is a decent chance that my posting will get a little more sparse. I’d also like to say that I reached 400 sometime in August so thanks to everyone for that! I love you all and I am so very sorry that I’ve been such a horrible person, especially to those who made a request that I still haven’t gotten to yet!
Secondly, I’d like to thank @frostbitten-written, @bootzee02-reads, @autumn--rose for tagging me and recommending me to new people! It really means so much to me and brought a smile upon my face. If there is anything you guys need, I’m here for you. I’m so glad that you all enjoyed some of the stuff that I write enough to be one of your favorites and to recommend me to others! Many thanks to you all!
Lastly, we’ve all been struck hard by Chadwick’s passing. I know it’s late but I’m so deeply shaken by this. There as been so much loss in the pest few days that sometimes it gets hard to manage. He was such an inspiration for people everywhere, it’s a shame that he’s gone too soon. We’ll all miss him and his smile, his characters, and everything in between. Also I’ve been hearing about Chris Evans’s nudes getting leaked. Please don’t go looking for it or sharing a photo if you have screenshotted it. He has severe anxiety and it is also downright creepy as fuck to be doing that.
Anyways, that was all I had to say! Again, thank you to everybody and I’ll try to post a little more often nowdays. Let’s see how this goes and REMEMBER TO WASH YOUR HANDS AND WEAR YOUR MASKS! THINK ABOUT EVERYBODY!
(A/N) This is for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan mystery writing challenge! This time we are going to do something a little happier with Steve that was *partially* inspired by true events.
EDIT: this is late as hell, but let's just pretend I posted it a few days after my last post.
"DON'T HOLD ME BACK STEVE! THIS BITCH HAD IT TOO GOOD FOR TOO LONG!" You screeched, struggling against Steve's grip around your waist.
"Doll we can deal with it in the morning-" Steve pleaded, trying to pull you back into the bed.
"IT WILL BE DEAD BY SUNRISE! JUST GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES AND I’LL SMOKE THE BITCH OUT!"
Recently, you had inherited a house from your estranged grandfather. He was kind of an ass but he was pretty stinking rich so you weren't exactly complaining. The house was a beautiful ranch-style single floor from the sixties that had been recently renovated to include a surprisingly modern interior. The moment the funeral service ended, a few of your family members pushed you to quickly move into the house before your entitled cousin starts throwing a fit about getting a cabin rather than a house.
It didn't take too long to move all of the stuff from the small apartment into the new house considering you and Steve hadn't planned on settling for a while. Tony was very helpful with everything going on at the price that he gets invited to the next holiday party you host to which you happily agreed. A tiny thing went wrong in your plan when Steve came back a day early from Europe to an empty apartment, but you managed to calm him down when you showed him the new place. Now you two were happily living in this beautiful house complete with the friendly neighbors and the thirsty wives.
That was until a roommate decided to appear.
You were already a light sleeper, so hearing steps coming from the attic damn near gave you a heart attack. The first thought was HYDRA coming in to kill you in your sleep, but when you carefully looked into the attic, you only saw some old rugs, some ancient boxes, and what looked like a pot. There was also the unmistakable smell of pee. The small bits of food in the corner confirmed the fact that something was living in your attic, but you had no idea how they were getting inside.
Steve wanted to call an exterminator, but you suggested using some more cost-effective methods. It didn't work at all. Now you were dealing with an eccentric animal who decided to start a family, but you still didn't want to call an exterminator. All you had to do was block up the hole and you'd be fine. That was the plan anyway. Whatever it was went radio silent for a few days and decided now was the time to return. You were losing sleep over this pest and had finally reached your breaking point.
"I'll take care of it tomorrow okay?" Steve whispered as you started to get tired from failing around.
"You better." You grumbled as you made your way back to the bed.
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"I don't think this is going to work." You said while staring at the ladder you two found in the shed. The ladder was dirtied with age and broken in a few places. Steve picked it up without a problem and put it up against the side of the house.
"It'll be fine. I'll go up instead." He muttered, planting it down onto the dirt.
"No, you won't. I'll just go and get another ladder from the neighbor." You started you back away, but Steve put a foot on the rung.
"I can do it (Y/N)." Steve hissed, getting ready to go up.
If there was anything you didn't like about Steve, it was his recklessness. The man is a super-soldier built like a tank yet he thinks that using this old ass wooden ladder would be completely okay. It was one thing if you went up the ladder considering that you were a lot lighter than he was, but his own protective nature and recklessness came in the way.
"Steve you're going to get hurt!" You shouted, watching him get higher and higher to the vent leading into the attic. There was a tree branch right next to it so you two suspected the animal was coming in that way.
"I'll be fine. Can you toss me a flashlight?" Steve called as he peered inside. You weren't sure if you wanted to leave him alone on the wooden ladder. What would happen if he fell? America's hero taken out by grandpa's ladder.
"Steve, I can't leave you alone here."
"Just bring me a flashlight!"
Your face scrunched up in anger as you stormed inside to get the flashlight. Why couldn't he understand that you were worried about him? The last thing you wanted was Steve getting hurt but he thought that you were just playing games. You shuffled through the drawer for a while before your hand closed around the flashlight. As you were closing the drawer, there was a loud crash, causing you to slam the drawer on your fingers.
You ignored the pain pulsing in your fingers as you sprinted outside. When you got to where Steve was, you saw the ladder on the ground, split almost perfectly in half with a dazed super-soldier staring up at the sky. You slid on the grass, looking into his eyes.
"Steve! Are you okay?" You hunched over him. He probably wasn't okay considering he fell from such a high place, but he was also a block of muscle so who really knew.
"I'm fine." Steve wheezed.
"You don't look fine." You said as you looked over his body. He was covered in dirt from the crash with his hair shuffled.
"Then stop looking." He glared at you before getting up.
(A/N) Finally posting again. Hopefully I'll be a little more consistent with posting if writers block decides not to be a bitch. I'm going to post the other writing challenge I did in a few days. This is for @kitkatd7 writing challenge by the way! It’s like, a smidge late cause I thought it was due on the 15th for whatever reason.
Prompt : "Where were you?"
Pairing : Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count : 1760
Warnings : Language! Oh and mentions of infidelity.
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2:30. It was 2:30 in the morning and he still wasn't home.
It wasn't like him to be late. Usually, Steve was a very punctual person but for the past few weeks, he was coming home a little later than normal. Oh, who were you kidding? He was way later than he ever was. Every day it was a new excuse.
"I had to do some mission reports."
"Late meeting."
"Tony needed some help."
"Traffic."
When had traffic ever been an issue? It was two in the goddamn morning and there was still traffic? You were beginning to lose it. A part of you wanted to believe that it was just a misunderstanding and that he was just busier now, but another part was screaming that he was sleeping with someone else while you waited for him in the shared apartment. If that one part of you was right, you knew exactly who it was.
Sharon fucking Carter.
Ever since she came into contact with Steve as his neighbor, you felt that she was trying to make a move on him. Randomly calling at any hour of the day, those flirtatious little smiles and touches even when you were in the room. Steve seemed oblivious to it all which wasn't the worst thing, but then he started getting really shifty. Hiding his phone when a text came, barely displaying affection towards you, and the constant distraction whenever you two spoke were all red flags waving themselves in your face, but what if it was for something else? Getting labeled as the possessive girlfriend wasn't ideal, but were you wrong for getting suspicious? You had expressed your concerns to Bucky who basically told you that you were seeing things that weren't there. He claimed that you were just getting nervous now that you and Steve have been dating for a little over two years. He also assured you that Steve was probably the most loyal man you'd ever meet in your life. That didn't really ease your suspicions.
You woke up when you fell off the couch waiting for him. You weren't asleep for that long, but it was almost three in the morning and there wasn't even a text telling you where he was. You got out the phone, attempting to stay awake long enough just to send a text to Bucky asking him if Steve was with him. Moments later, the phone vibrated with the answer you were expecting.
No, he's not with me. Is he late again?
His answer filled you with the will and energy to stay awake a little longer. You were expecting that Bucky would say no when you asked if Steve was with him. Despite being close friends, Bucky worked very hard to make sure that he wouldn't lie about anything to anyone or about anyone. That included Steve. After answering his question, you sat up on the couch to get ready for a long night. No matter how long it took or how hard it gets, you would stay awake till he walked through the doors.
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It was now 7:30 in the morning.
First off, your battery died sometime last night so now you were going to be late for work. Second, Steve had come home sometime last night but now you have no idea where he is. His shoes are by the door but he's not in the bathroom or bedroom so he just vanished into thin air apparently. Currently, you were heating up some leftovers to eat since you'd like to make it to the building as soon as possible. As you were finishing up the reheating over the stove, you felt hands gripping your waist.
"Good morning Doll." Steve hummed, moving to give you a kiss on your cheek. You moved your face away.
"Where were you?" You questioned.
"Out on the balcony."
"That's not what I mean. Where were you last night Steve?"
You kept a careful eye on his face, scanning for any sign that he was getting aggravated or uncomfortable. Steve looked as cool as a cucumber.
"Mission reports."
The way he said it ticked you off. He was so cool about it like he knew that you would believe him just like every other time he lied straight to your face. But not this time.
"Do you still expect me to buy that bullshit, Steve?" You hissed, completely forgetting about the food in the pan.
Steve looked taken aback by your outburst and that tingle of satisfaction came at the sight of his face. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, struggling to find the words he wanted to say.
"(Y/N)-" Steve started.
"Let me ask you again Steve," You cut him off.
"Where were you?"
"I was in the building, finishing up those mission reports-" Steve started sternly. You tipped your head back in annoyance, causing him to raise his voice a little louder.
"Because Tony had to leave early and they are due today."
"And was Sharon with you?"
"Sharon? Why would Sharon-"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you see her more than you see me nowadays? Maybe because you've slept in her bed more than you've slept in your own for the past months?"
"I can’t believe you (Y/N)." Steve snarled, getting that Captain look on his face.
Usually, when you two would fight, he never whipped out the face, so it was a little chilling to see the stone-cold look in his eyes. Now when he was squaring you up, a subconscious thing hopefully, you realized just how huge he was. Looks like over the years you saw him more like a giant teddy bear rather than the hardened super soldier he is. You knew that he would never raise his hands on you, but damn was he intimidating now.
"How could you think that I was sleeping with Sharon?"
"I see the way she looks at you, Steve. And I see the way you act. You're acting all secretive and you've never done this before."
"You're just being paranoid (Y/N). Why would I do that?"
That comment honestly threw you off a bit. The more you thought about it, the more confusing it got. Steve was a very loyal gentleman and was very caring. Would he ever do that to someone? Even Bucky had said that you were being paranoid. If Steve had been cheating, then Bucky would know before anyone. Now you were feeling doubtful about the whole thing. Perhaps your mind was imagining the looks Sharon gave and Steve's sudden secrecy.
When you did snap out of your thoughts, you were startled to see Steve standing right in front of you. The "captain" look he had was gone and replaced with the same soft Steve that you knew. His eyes weren't cold anymore, just a little hurt. It made you feel horrible. How could you have suspected such a thing from a man like him?
"(Y/N), you know I love you and you alone. I would never do that to you." Steve murmured.
When he put his hand on you, you didn't move away as you did earlier. Without the resistance, Steve put both his hands around you, pulling you closer to him so he could plant a kiss on your forehead.
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There is a certain method when it came to lying. First of all, you had to make sure that you don't give away too much. You could end up saying something suspicious. Secondly, keep your body language in check. Make sure you keep eye contact and don't fidget too much. Your body language can give you away faster than you think. Lastly, keep it believable. That includes telling a fragment of the truth. For instance, saying that you were doing mission reports. You may have been doing that, but for an hour rather than six.
These were the things that Bucky knew through and through. He knew the ins and outs of lies like nobody's business so when (Y/N) came to him complaining about Steve, he made sure to keep an eye on the golden boy. The little punk would get himself in some deep shit if (Y/N) was right. (Y/N) was a good woman, she doesn't deserve to be cheated on. But Steve was a good man as well. He would never do anything to hurt her.
He took pride in knowing Steve like he would his own sister. He knew when Steve was lying and when he wasn't, but this was different. Steve didn't seem like he was lying at all. Everything was straight to the point, all the details showed that nothing was false, and every story he cooked up had a solid base. That let him ease up a bit. (Y/N) came this morning taking back her suspicions which was comforting to know.
For now, he was on his way to the building after getting some lunch. Getting back into society was going a lot smoother than he thought it would but he wasn't exactly complaining. In fact, he was glad. Now he could walk down the streets without feeling like he didn't belong anymore. He could live without the worry that someone was scared of him or that he would hurt someone. Usually, he took the bus or something, but it felt nice to get some fresh air and enjoy the beautiful weather.
Everything was serene until he saw a Harley in a parking lot.
He didn't know the building very well. In fact, he never saw it before. But that 1942 Harley Davidson was something all too familiar to him. There was no way. (Y/N) had just come with good news. Against his better judgment, he walked closer to the cycle. The license plate was one that he knew very well and that sinking feeling only got worse. Telling (Y/N) was his first priority now. It was his duty as a friend to tell her that something was up. He wanted to make sure that she was okay
He was startled when the door opened to the apartment building, but he was shaken to the core when he saw who walked out. At first, he thought it was a guard or something who thought he looked suspicious, but that would've been better than seeing Steve and Sharon walking out together.
"Steve?" Bucky questioned softly. Steve and Sharon both froze like a deer in headlights. Bucky didn’t miss the fact that they quickly let go of each other’s hands.
"It's not what you think Buck." Steve lowered his eyes.
Hi! May I ask for a request with 1. In Fluff and Humour, with Ransom, and Ransom being the drama queen he is sees a spider and immediately climbs on a table or counter yelling for the reader to come take it away?
(A/N) It's been like, two or three months since I've seen the movie. I also remember a very heated argument with my friend because she was determined that Frozen 2 was more interesting than Knives Out. She's my age.
Prompt : “It’s evil and cannot be trusted.” - “It’s a spider.” - “Evil and cannot be trusted.”
Pairing : Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Word Count : 1400
Warnings : Language. But it's also spoiler free in case you haven't seen the movie.
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You definitely did not get paid enough for your job.
You were a private caretaker for the wealthy Thrombey family. Specifically, for Ransom. At first, you were one of the many people who worked on the estate with a daily nine-to-five job, but then Ransom had this revelation. Why should he have just any caretaker in the mansion when he could have a private one? Richard and Linda were looking to hire someone from the outside, but Ransom insisted that he could only have one person working for him and you were that lucky person. You should've expected it honestly. Out of everybody here, you were the only person that he would tolerate. Unfortunately, this new job meant that you would now endure the majority of his comments, jabs, rants, and all the useless jobs that he would come up with. He was this arrogant spoiled brat that you could definitely live without, but you got paid good money to do it. It would be nice to have a little more for your troubles though.
It was a slow morning in the mansion. Fran and Marta were already here and working when you rolled up. It was definitely quieter than usual which was amazing news because that meant that Ransom had left. With your daily morning drink coursing through your body, you started the day's work. As your daily schedule went, it was now time to take care of all of Ransom's crap. This man had a crazy amount of sweaters, coats, and scarves that required what felt like a fifty step process to ensure that they would stay in the best condition imaginable. To make it worse, he required this process three times a week, so at least two hours of your already long day went to the laundry room.
Usually, you would see Marta about an hour into the process, but it seemed like she was busier than usual today. It wasn't anything new though. With Harlan's 85th birthday just around the corner, everybody was a little busier to prepare for the event. Harlan deserved the best after all. The worst bit of it all? Ransom decided that now was the time to demand more things than usual to ensure that you would be working close to him as much as possible rather than dividing your attention between him and the rest of the family. At the end of the cycle, you were lugging up all of his coats, scarves, and sweaters back up the creaky stairs, taking extra precautions to make sure that his clothes wouldn't get dirty from the floor or something.
That was when you heard a bloodcurdling scream.
Naturally, you started racing down the hallway to get to the source of all the noise. It sounded like it came from Ransom's room, but it was way too feminine of a scream to be him. It could've been another housekeeper who was in his room. You silently cursed under your breath as a few sleeves slid across the floor while others nearly dropped from your pile, but you managed to get them under control. With a shoulder slam into the door, you burst into the room and threw the clothes on the bed, searching for a weapon to help whoever screamed. That's when you saw Ransom standing on top of his table and looking down at the floor with the widest eyes you had ever seen on a person.
If it wasn't for the fact that this man held your paycheck, you would've been rolling on the floor in laughter.
"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Kill it!" Ransom hissed from the top of the table. You looked down towards the floor, looking for whatever might've spooked him.
"Hugh, there's nothing-"
"There's a goddamn spider right there! Just fucking kill it!"
His pointing to the floor was absolutely no help at all, so you were left to your trusty eyes to find the spider. Eventually, after a few more seconds of searching, you saw a spider on the floor, slightly smushed and miraculously still moving. Not moving a lot, however, but it was moving. Grabbing an extra napkin from your pocket, you quickly smushed it to death.
"It's dead." You got off your knees, brushing them off before looking back to him.
"Are you sure it's dead?" He glared at you from the top of the table. He was tall in general, but when he's about a foot off the ground, he looked menacing.
“Was that you screaming?” You bit back a smile.
“...No.”
“Are you sure? Cause it sounded an awful lot like you.”
He went silent for a second.
“It’s evil and cannot be trusted.”
“It’s a spider.”
“Evil and cannot be trusted. Are you sure it’s dead?” He glared at you.
"Yes, I'm sure. It was dying when I got to it anyways."
"What do you mean?"
"Well it looked like as you ran away from it, you smashed it with your foot."
One thing you hadn't seen before was the color draining from someone's face. Within seconds of giving him the news, he went through shock, fear, then sheer anger in the span of three seconds. He jumped off the table, taking off his shoes before tossing them away.
"I need those to be cleaned and this entire floor decontaminated. This room also needs to be bug-proofed."
Your jaw dropped as he stormed to his closet to get a new pair of shoes.
"Hugh I don't have time to do any of that! Harlan's birthday-" You started to protest.
"First off, I told you to call me Ransom. Only the help calls me Hugh and you sweetheart, are better than that. Two, I don't care what else you have on your schedule, just make it happen. The old man is only going to get older anyway. Three, would you like to have some lunch, maybe dinner, with me tonight?"
You really couldn't handle all his mood swings. One moment he's giving you some sort of lecture, then he berates you, then he's apparently asking you out? Why would he even do that in the first place? It seemed like he hated most people, after all, especially those who weren't in his social class.
"Hugh-" You started.
"Ransom." He corrected you.
"Ransom, I don't know-"
"Don't say no. Just come up tonight with something nice, not whatever you're wearing now." He shrugged as if it was no big deal. As if you wouldn't have to leave early to go home, take a shower, get your hair and makeup done, and choose a dress before driving all the way back because he clearly wouldn't come to pick you up in one of his cars. You didn't even realize how close he was standing in front of you now.
"That is the worst way I've seen a guy ask a girl out."
You and Ransom both jumped at the voice. You turned around to see Jacob sitting there on his phone, not even bothering to look up at the two of you. A part of you was sure that this kid was a little demon of sorts. He was always there, no matter where you were or how alone you thought you were. If Ransom was bad, this kid was- actually no. This kid was bad, but Ransom was worse.
"How long have you been there?" You backed away from Ransom, keeping your eyes on the baby demon.
"Long enough to know that my dearest cousin has no game. He can barely ask out his own girlfriend." Jacob sneered.
"I'm not his-" You protested.
"Whether you are or aren't can be discussed over dinner tonight." Ransom interrupted you.
"Are you serious? He follows you like a lost puppy. He needs your help all the time." Jacob said while completely ignoring both you and Ransom.
"Get out." Ransom growled. Jacob just sat back down with a cocky look on his face.
"Make me."
Within a few moments, Ransom had grabbed Jacobs’s arm and tossed him out of the room before slamming the door shut. Jacob was probably okay considering you didn't hear anything falling to the floor. Ransom sighed, keeping his hand on the door and his eyes closed. Once he managed to calm down, he turned back to face you with his regular playboy smile.
Hi lovely! Hope you’re well. Any chance of Aaron Hotchner with number 12 from the fluff list and a secret relationship trope?? You’re the best, this would really make my day. Thanks for opening requests, it’s such a kind thing for writers to do!! :)
Four times you nearly revealed your relationship, and one time you did.
(A/N) Thank you so much! I am doing well thank you. I hope you are also doing okay and I hope that you enjoy this! Anyways, this basically proves why I don't write smut at all.
Scenario : Secret Relationship.
Prompt : "What's our exit strategy?" - "Our what?" - "Yep. We are going to die."
Pairing : Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Word Count : 2865
Warnings : Implications of smut here and there.
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The first time you nearly revealed your relationship to the team was in the building. The last case that you all went on had been a long one. Almost two weeks in Arizona was enough to exhaust everybody nearly to the point of no return. To make matters worse, you've been putting off doing your mission reports so now you've managed to accumulate a hefty stack of paper on your desk. With the majority of the team back in their own homes, what was the harm of joining Hotch in his office?
Turns out that you two really couldn't focus on the work. Out of the six reports you had to do, you only managed to finish one and a half before getting distracted by Hotch. The two of you were clearly burned out and with Jack having a sleepover, Hotch wasn't in too much of a rush to get back home. Against better knowledge, things got a tiny bit steamy before you two ended up falling asleep on the plush couch. It was honestly kind of depressing and a little embarrassing, but it was for the best. You were still asleep on Hotch's couch when the alarm on his phone went off. Turns out that it had been ringing for some time now.
Seven o'clock in the morning in his office wearing the clothes you had last night did not bode well for the morning. With the team of profilers you two worked with, it would take them less than a minute to figure everything out.
"Hotch," You hissed, wriggling out of his arms. He only grumbled before pulling his blazer over his face.
"What now?"
"It's seven o'clock!" You shook his shoulder.
"Nice to know."
"Hotch the team's going to be here soon!"
He shot up on the couch, rubbing his eyes. You panicked as you looked down at your crinkled dress shirt and pants. Reid's eidetic memory would definitely get you this time. You rushed to grab your stuff from his table, balancing the files on one arm as you grabbed your mug with the other. Your bag was still at your table, but it was under the table so hopefully, no one would notice. That was unless JJ saw it from her desk. You were just about to get out the door when the knob started turning. Hotch quickly shoved you behind the door, accidentally causing your knees to hit the corner of the table there. You bit back the sound as Rossi strolled into the office, not a care in the world just as Hotch went back to his desk.
"You're still here?" Rossi sounded surprised.
"I may have been putting off work to spend more time with Jack." Hotch shrugged. The corner of the table was starting to dig into your knee.
"Ah, the joys of fatherhood. Something that I will never understand." Rossi sat down in the chair, forcing you to groan internally. How were you supposed to get out of the office with him still here?
"You'll have kids-"
"No thank you. I'd like to enjoy my cigars and the peaceful silence of my mansion till the day I die."
As they continued talking, you would peak your head out every now and then to see if Rossi had any plans to leave anytime soon. Hotch was also looking back at the door, urging you with his eyes to get moving since Rossi was taking his sweet time. Unfortunately, he got caught.
"What's over there?" Rossi asked suspiciously as he turned around in his chair to look at the door.
"It's nothing. I just… I think I saw a fly go back there."
Was that seriously the best he could do?
"A fly?" Rossi raised a brow. Before Hotch could come up with something better, Rossi got up to go check behind the door.
"This fly knows better than to come into your office. Pass me a book."
Everybody knew that Rossi despised bugs. At the mention of a fly, he would take action immediately, and now thanks to Aaron's stupid lie, he was going to get caught fraternizing with a subordinate. Thankfully, Rossi's phone went off.
"This fly is safe for now," Rossi muttered before leaving the office hastily.
You pushed the door open with your foot, glaring at Hotch.
"Seriously? A fly?"
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The second time you nearly revealed your relationship was with your damn phone. It was a girl's lunch on a very lovely Saturday where the four of you were gossiping, offering advice, and retelling stories to each other. In the middle of a very juicy conversation however, your phone started buzzing like crazy. Since you could have specific vibrations for specific people, you knew exactly who was trying to reach you. You just hoped that no one else would notice.
"Are you going to get that?" JJ looked at your phone. You gave her a brief smile before brushing it off.
"Nah, it's probably a spam call."
"I don't know, this person seems to really want to talk to you." Prentiss drawled as your phone continued to go absolutely ballistic.
"It's fine (Y/N), just pick it up." Garcia waved you off. You quickly grabbed your phone and went over to the bathrooms.
"Are you okay? You haven't been picking up-"
"I'm out with the girls." You cut Hotch off.
"…They don't know yet?"
"Well I want to tell them but you know Garcia-"
"It's fine, just stay safe." Hotch sighed on the other side before hanging up.
You walked back over to the group who was waiting for an explanation.
"What?" You looked at them.
"Well, who was it?" Garcia looked at you.
"It was just spam as I said."
Your phone buzzed again, but you ignored it.
"Well, I think “spam” just texted you." JJ started. She glanced over at your phone which was now face up on the table.
"Oh, it's Hotch."
The first thing you did was grab the phone and shut it off. Now you had to think of the best way to tell them that you were with Hotch without making it sound weird. The last thing you needed was Strauss finding out.
"Is it about a case because I swear to god-" Prentiss groaned.
"No, I just… forgot to turn something in."
"Oh, my precious unicorn." Garcia cooed.
At least they didn’t press.
-
The third time you two nearly revealed your relationship was when you were having a girls’ night out. Hotch's car had been breaking down every now and then so you were giving him rides back home and whatnot. One instance led him to forget his blazer. The thing was, you forgot to give it back to him so it was just sitting in the back of your car. The thing about a girls’ night out was that there was usually a designated driver to take you all from the FBI building to wherever you all planned to hang out, then said person would drive everyone back so they could go home. Today was your turn. JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia were right behind you, chatting away as you unlocked the car and slid into the driver's seat. JJ got into the passenger's side as Prentiss and Garcia got in the back.
"Oh, what's this?" Garcia picked up the blazer.
"What's what?" JJ turned in her seat.
"Looks like (Y/N) has been getting some action recently." Prentiss crooned as the color drained from your face.
"Hey, there's something in this pocket!" Garcia exclaimed. Hotch's business cards were in the pocket. You quickly reached over and grabbed the coat.
"It's nothing." You said rapidly.
"What are you hiding (Y/N)?" JJ teased as you quickly placed it on your lap.
"Nothing." You pressed your lips together.
"Oh, she's pressing her lips together! That's a tell right?" Garcia squealed as Prentiss gave you a knowing smile.
"Yes, it is Garcia. Who's the lucky man?"
"Hey, I've seen that coat before." JJ furrowed her brows. Damn it. She would definitely remember Hotch wearing the exact blazer.
"It's a man's blazer. It's like, the most common thing." You brushed it off.
"It looks like something an agent would wear."
"Oh my god are you seeing someone in the bureau?" Garcia gasped.
"Look at you (Y/N)! I never thought that you were capable of breaking policy." Prentiss slapped your shoulder.
At least they didn't question who it was afterward.
-
The fourth time your relationship was nearly revealed was on a case. Everybody had turned in for the night at the hotel and you found it hard to sleep without Hotch by your side. It was probably worth mentioning that you two were together for nearly a year now, so plenty of nights were spent together. With everybody else getting ready to sleep, you snuck out of your room and knocked on Hotch's door. He opened it within moments.
"Trouble sleeping?" He gave you a kiss on your cheek as you entered his room.
"Obviously." You turned, a lazy smile on your face as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
Hotch didn't say another word before he pulled you closer for another kiss, getting more heated as he guided you over to the couch. Clearly, he couldn't wait considering that he went for the couch despite the bed being only a few feet away.
"We're on a case." You whispered as he separated from you just long enough to toss the pillow out of the way.
"Technically we're off duty." He growled before smashing his lips against yours again.
He pushed you back farther into the couch as you worked to get his shirt off. He continued to grind against you but suddenly pulled back when someone knocked on the door. You hit your head against his as you got up. Hotch straightened his shirt as you put the pillow back on the couch, hoping that it was just room service or someone at the wrong room. Of course, neither of you were that lucky.
"You up for a drink- oh you have company." A voice at the door said.
What was with Rossi? It seemed that every time you thought that you would be alone with Hotch, Rossi just had to appear. This time, he was carrying a bottle of scotch and two glasses. Inside, you were praying that he would leave, but Rossi just entered the room instead.
"Nice to see you (L/N)." Rossi gave you a look. He definitely knew that you were with Hotch by now. At least he'd be okay with it. He was probably the reason that there were rules against fraternization.
"You too Rossi." You cleared your throat.
"She was just uh-" Hotch started to come up with an excuse, but Rossi just held up a hand.
"No need to explain. I won't say a word."
-
As Rossi stated, he didn't say a word about it to the team. In fact, he encouraged Hotch to go for it. He assured you two that Strauss wouldn't do a thing to the two of you and that was good enough for you. Aaron on the other hand was a little iffy about the whole Strauss thing. Right now though, you were in the car with Morgan and Reid, rushing to take down the latest unsub. Prentiss, Hotch, Rossi, and JJ were in another car some miles back. The unsub had been profiled to go to great lengths to make a statement, so the three of you were ready in case he wanted to go with suicide by cop.
The car screeched to a halt as the house came into view right there in the front door was a sobbing woman running towards the police cars. A man came up behind her, gun in hand and some blood on his head. Looked like this woman managed to fight her way out of his hold. Everyone got out of the car, getting their guns ready as you brought the woman to your side before pushing her behind you."
"Randall Torres FBI! Drop your weapon!" Morgan shouted, keeping his gun trained on the guy. Randall froze but didn't drop his weapon.
"Come on my man, you don't want to do this." Morgan attempted to talk him down.
"Think about your family. Think about your daughter Carrie. What would she say if she saw you doing this?" Reid added. Randall faltered slightly, sadness overcoming his features as he thought about his wife. His eyes flickered across the group of police in front of him before his eyes fell on you. The sadness was quickly replaced by anger.
"You look like her." He spat before aiming for your chest. Apparently you looked like his ex-wife in some way.
Randall shot you, miscalculating the distance and hitting you in the leg instead. Then he started to just go ballistic and shoot randomly, but he only managed to get another policeman's arm. Morgan fired at him, getting his abdomen causing him to fall back. You stumbled onto a cruiser, clenching your teeth from the pain. People began to run all over the place. Some policemen ran over to Randall's body while the rest surrounded you, chorusing in concern over the bullet. Reid moved to your side, taking a look at the injury.
"(Y/N)'s been hit!" Morgan hissed into his earpiece.
"I don't think it hit the femoral artery, but we should still get you to the hospital." Reid rapidly assessed the wound.
The second SUV barreled in moments later, Hotch stumbling out just as it stopped. He quickly wove through the other people before going to your side.
"Are you okay?" He grabbed your hand before looking down at the wound.
"She'll be fine if we get her some medical attention." Reid looked at Hotch suspiciously.
"I need a medic over here!" Hotch shouted, prompting an EMT to come to your side. Another one came moments to help you over to the ambulance to get you over to the hospital.
The journey didn't take too long and it felt better with Hotch staying at your side in the ambulance despite it being just a shot to the leg. The doctors were able to confirm that it didn't sever the femoral artery so you should be fine within a few weeks, but you had to be careful for a while which meant no extensive work in the field. Hotch stayed in your hospital room for the few hours that you had to stay there considering that you were pretty much okay otherwise. All you needed was a follow-up appointment when you made it back to Quantico. Meanwhile, the rest of the team were watching with shock outside.
"Did you know that Hotch was with (Y/N)?" Morgan questioned as he peered through the window.
"I had no idea." Prentiss shook her head.
"So that's why Hotch called her that day!" JJ scoffed, making the connection from earlier.
"I've had my suspicions. Hotch seemed happier whenever he saw (Y/N). He also started to get a little more sleep which is saying that he was at peace with her. I also happened to notice that Hotch paired himself with (Y/N) a little more than before." Reid quipped.
"Did you know about this Rossi?" Morgan turned to look at Rossi casually scrolling through his phone.
"Rossi." Morgan prompted, finally getting Rossi to look up at him slowly.
"Maybe."
Everybody scoffed at Rossi's cheeky smirk. Of course, Rossi already knew. Hotch always confided in him after all. Everyone turned to the door the moment Hotch walked out, looking as stern as ever.
"What?" Hotch looked at the group in front of him.
"Well?" Prentiss waved her hand, asking him to say something. Hotch sighed, straightening up and keeping the emotionless look on his face.
"About a year." Hotch finally broke the silence.
"A year?!" Morgan reeled back in surprise.
-
Back at Quantico, you and Hotch had been called into Strauss's office. Of course, you weren't excited at all. While the other members of the team were all for your relationship, something said that Strauss wouldn't offer her blessings. Hotch was determined that you two would be just fine, but you were sure that Rossi got that idea into his head and that Rossi was pretty wrong. Strauss was like the killer of all things fun. She would definitely give you two a stern talk about fraternizing or something. You slowly inhaled as the two of you stopped in front of the door to her office.
"What's our exit strategy?" You whispered to Hotch as he knocked on the door. While you didn’t move to make eye contact with him, he turned his head.
"Our what?" He looked at you with confusion.
"Yep. We are going to die." You sighed. He chuckled beside you, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him, planting a kiss on your forehead.
“We aren’t going to die.”
The door opened to reveal Strauss sitting at her desk, looking very pissed off. The agent who opened the door hurried away as Hotch’s arm dropped from your shoulder.
Hi, may I please request a Soulmate AU with Sherlock? The one where a random sentence you say to them is on them. Maybe they’re on a case and she says something really specific about the case and Sherlock’s like “Well of course it’d be you”. Idk just something cute and fluffy please.
(A/N) I'm sorry that I didn't post for like, two weeks. I did not mean to vanish on you guys. Since it's the last ten days of Ramadan, I have been a little busy. Anyways, I did include everything from the request, but I changed it up a little and somehow made it 4000 words.
Scenario - Soulmate AU where the first sentence they say to you is tattooed on your body.
Pairing : Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Word Count : 4075
Warnings : Murder talk. Some cursing here and there also.
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You didn't particularly like London.
It was very noisy and the sun vanished a little too much for your liking, but you did enjoy working there, even if the traffic was an absolute bitch. Work forced you to move around a lot, so you never felt the need to come back home. Your mother was never a fan of your traveling. Aside from the obvious reason of wanting you to be closer to her, she also believed that you wouldn’t find your soulmate with all the traveling. That was the problem in this world. On their eighteenth birthday, everybody gets a tattoo of the first thing that their soulmate says to them somewhere on their body.
It was never that hard to find considering that a person felt the tattoo appearing on their body. Some have it on their forearm, or on their abdomen, or even on the back of their neck. Most people were ecstatic to look for the one person they would be with for the rest of their lives, but you found it pointless. Many people wasted their lives away looking for that one person. In your mind, if you were truly destined to be with one person, then they would appear for you, not after you search endlessly for them. That's why you never bothered to look for your tattoo. You knew that it was on the side of your foot considering that you collapsed on the ground when it started to appear. Your mother begged and pleaded to see the tattoo, but you hid it from everybody. You stopped wearing sandals and walking barefoot. Now you only moved around with shoes that covered your feet and different styles of socks other than no-shows.
But you weren't here to find your soulmate or frolic like most travelers. You were here because the man who practically ran the British Government had called you back home for, what he called, an urgent case.
According to Mycroft, the serial killer known as "The Changeling" was back. The Changeling, real name Zack Cooke, was a vigilante killer who targeted corrupt government officials. In the beginning, he stayed under the radar by going after those officials who were corrupt and had a mistress. It practically guaranteed his safety because the official couldn't do anything without ruining his own reputation. The police didn't even connect the murders because he changed his method for each victim. That was until he struck a little too close to Mycroft.
You were a part of the original task force sent to find him. It only took a few weeks before you and the team found him and sent him to rot in prison. He served for only two years before a suspicious yet deadly fire burned through the prison. Of the casualties in the fire, Zack was one of them. Everyone thought that was the end of the problem until three years later, a traffic camera showed Zack Cooke walking down the streets of London. Hours later, a body was discovered on the same street Zack had been walking down. The scene was just like Zack's first murder.
"There is no way." You replayed the security footage over and over again, eliciting a groan from Mycroft.
"Replaying the footage won’t change the fact that it happened." He sighed, taking the laptop from your hands and turning it back to face him.
"We saw his body."
"We saw a corpse." Mycroft corrected you.
"You can't possibly think that it's him." You scoffed, crossing your hands over your chest.
"I don't. But I don't want to take any chances either."
There was a brief moment of silence between the two of you.
"You already figured it out didn't you?" You narrowed your eyes at him.
"I have a theory yes…"
"Then stop wasting my time and say it." You snapped.
"My dear (Y/N), I said I had a theory, not the answer. That's why you're going."
"Fine, I'll do it." You got up, grabbing the file before getting ready to leave.
"You're going to be working with Scotland Yard and their consultant on this."
You stopped just outside the door, turning back around to look at him.
"Scotland Yard? How will they ever reach a conclusion?"
"That's why they have a consultant." Mycroft shrugged nonchalantly, casually flipping through a file.
"I haven't had the pleasure."
"Of working with Scotland Yard?"
"Of meeting your brother."
He looked back up to you before giving on of his sarcastic smiles.
"Then consider yourself lucky."
"You love him don't you?"
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" He glared at the cheeky smile on your face.
"I thought you hated all things emotional." You prodded.
"I do."
"Doesn't seem that way."
"Close the door on your way out." Mycroft hissed, trying to get you to leave.
"I have a theory about the case." You changed the topic.
"Then do tell of course."
"You're not going to like it."
-
"This is by far the ugliest flat I've seen yet." John scrunched his nose up as he walked into the room. There was a symphony of smells, none of them complimenting the other creating what was possibly the smelliest place in the world.
Sherlock took a look at the body on the floor. The man was laying there with a gunshot wound to the head, but he didn't look like he fell after being shot. He was posed, hands tightly by his side with legs pressed together. Posed after death, just like the first victim. No signs of any struggle judging by the fact that nothing was knocked over or out of place. The area of the flat suggested that he was having financial issues while his clothes exuded wealth. He had his theory obviously, but the freezer confirmed his theory. There was nothing other than some juice and a few leftovers from eating out, one of them being from an exclusive restaurant. His hands smelled strongly of hand sanitizer as well. Although his shoes were kept pristine, his dress shirt looked messed up like he had been in it for too long. His shoes also had bits of last night's rain on them. Tie bar and cufflinks looked like a gift from somebody new, not a wife considering the state of the flat, and not from a girlfriend based on the state of the flat and the lack of any personal care, so a coworker at best. The neutral colors of the suit and the style of his hair filled in the blanks. One of the shoulders on his suit was different from the other.
"Anything?" Lestrade looked at him.
"Do you really have to ask?" John sighed.
"He was recently employed by the government judging by his suit and hair. Well-structured and the neutral colors suggest that he is aiming to please, and that is confirmed by his hands. He carried a shoulder-bag at the beginning of his career but switched to a briefcase after he saw the damage it did to his shoulder pads. A briefcase also exudes wealth, authority, and intelligence which he used in his attempts to climb the ranks. Tie bar and cufflinks were a gift from a fellow employee, saying that he has friends but he isn't close to them. Probably came from a corporate holiday party of sorts. Compulsive gambler. He spends more money on his clothes rather than his flat. This means that he dresses only to impress. His freezer has nothing other than leftovers which is a common sign in a gambler. One such box is from the Heliot Steakhouse which resides inside the Hippodrome casino. He frequents there more often than needed to. Hands smell of hand sanitizer which suggests that he drinks, but not too often considering that he is a lightweight. He meets with people inside the steakhouse and he prefers if they didn't know that he drinks while gambling, indicating that they are important people. He was a corrupt man for sure." Sherlock said rapidly.
"And why is that?" Lestrade said in confusion.
"Because Gabe, there is no way that he earns that much money on the job or while gambling his money away. He loses at everything yet he still manages to have a watch more expensive than his suit. He's getting payouts."
"Greg, and that's brilliant." John looked down at the body in awe. He looked at John in confusion. Who's Greg?
"But is it The Changeling?" Lestrade prompted.
"Of course it isn't. He burned to death." Sherlock scoffed.
"But the murder-"
"A mere copy. Done very well at that."
"Sherlock…" John started.
Sherlock sighed in exasperation as he closed his eyes. He knew exactly what John was going to say and as always, he would be wrong. How many times would he have to say-
"It's not twins." Sherlock snapped.
"And why not?"
"Because it's never twins."
"Then tell me how the camera picked up his face and how the murder is just like the other one. There is no way a copy found out each and every detail from the papers." John reiterated.
"It's true though. There are details here that weren't released to the public." Lestrade nodded.
"But it's not twins." Sherlock hissed.
"It's a twin." A new voice said from the doorway. A woman actually.
Sherlock froze in his spot. Forget about the fact that this woman was so clearly wrong, it was what she said that intrigued him. He had heard this exact phrase from somewhere, but he could not remember for the life of him.
"Say that again." He turned back to face her.
John waited in anticipation. He knew that everybody had a soulmate which meant that Sherlock had one too. The only thing was that Sherlock never told him what his tattoo said or where it was. He was hoping that this was the tattoo Sherlock had.
"It's a twin." She shrugged and walked over to the body.
"(L/N)" Lestrade offered a hand and some gloves.
"Lestrade." The woman shook his hands and put on the gloves. You kneeled over the body, taking a look at the gunshot.
"It's not a twin," Sherlock grumbled.
"It is a twin. Zack died in the fire. There's no doubt about it. We saw his body and everything."
"It was burnt to a crisp. There's nothing to say that he didn't escape from the fire." He protested. There was no way that he was wrong. Especially considering that this is a new woman who was claiming that there were serial killer twins.
"But did his face look burned? Even if he did escape, he would still have injuries."
He opened his mouth, ready to spurt out something to counter her reasoning but nothing came to mind. The worst part was the fact that she was right. It wasn't news that the traffic cameras didn't provide the best quality images, but it would be able to pick up the signs of a burn victim.
"He could be a very thorough copy with access to the file and a very good mask." He pursed his lips.
"Balance of probability." She smirked at him.
"Balance of prob- Did Mycroft send you?" He glared at her. No wonder why she appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
"And if he did?" She raised a brow at him.
"Then he needs to piss off."
"Not everything is about you. I'm just here to solve the case."
"She has a point Sherlock." John cleared his throat.
"Oh whatever." He brushed him off.
Now that she was focused on the body, he got a chance to properly look at her. There were faint tan lines along her neck and arms, so she had been away but didn’t do much vacationing. Her shoes were expensive, signs of a professional woman, but her socks were funky. Her shirt was cleaned thoroughly, but she had just gotten them out of a suitcase judging by the wrinkles along the sides. Her hair and makeup were done nicely, but not enough to hide the clear dark circles. She had to have been on a plane with another one of those wailing babies that caused her to miss out on sleep. Couldn't have been that long of a flight considering that even those little demons have to get sleep at some point. Part of him wanted to look for a tattoo, but then he remembered that he didn't exactly care about other people. He only knew about John's because he felt the need to tell him.
"Well if it isn't (Y/N)." Anderson sneered. His mouth twitched in slight amusement as she visibly exhaled, most likely in annoyance because no one is happy to see Anderson ever.
"Anderson. I see you're still here." She gave Anderson a strained smile.
"Of course I am. I have better things to do than travel around the world."
So he was right but then again, that wasn't a surprise.
"Good to know." She went back to examining the body.
"I already know what happened." Anderson proudly announced, sending him and this woman, (Y/N), a knowing smirk.
"Then do tell of course." He gave Anderson a sarcastic smile before proceeding to get lost in his own thoughts.
"This murder was the work of a copycat, but not just any copycat, the biggest fan this Changeling ever had."
"Oh dear." (Y/N) muttered under her breath. Lestrade walked away as John tipped his head back in exasperation.
"This copycat met with him in the prison, learning each and everything about the murders so that he could carry on the legacy left behind. That's how every bit of the crime is exactly to the point- are you even listening?" Anderson droned before snapping at them. Before Sherlock himself could respond, (Y/N) beat him to it.
"I am listening. It just takes me a while to process this much stupid all at once."
John snorted as Anderson snarled at (Y/N).
"You watch yourself woman."
"From what?"
Anderson only walked away with a huff. Not a surprise of course. Anderson could only act so tough.
"Sherlock Holmes." He extended a hand towards her. Of course it was a little late for an introduction, but he could never resist a touch of drama.
"I already know who you are." She gave him a half-smile.
"Wonderful. Then I do hope to see you again at the next body."
"I look forward to it."
-
A few days have passed since he started to work with (Y/N). In a few words, it was bearable. Sure she had the tendency to get on his nerves a little more often than he would like, but she wasn't a complete bore to be around. She did have a rather quick mind, not as sharp as his but it got pretty close. She was interesting to be around, giving him new stories whenever they would go out for coffee or some chips. Every now and then, he found himself wanting to see her again. Sometimes he wondered if she was into this whole soulmate thing. Then again, he assumed that she wasn't into it considering that she hid her tattoo. Most people like to show it off like John or Lestrade does, but she hid it as he does. It could also be in a compromising place but she didn't give off the vibe of someone who was into it.
"What do you think about (Y/N)?" John sat down across from him.
"What about her?" He looked up from the book at hand.
"You like her don't you?"
"She's… interesting to be around. It's not like I crave her presence."
"Well in Sherlock terms, that means that you do like her and you want to get to know her better, but you think that she might be saving herself for her soulmate." John wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh please. This whole soulmate thing is something that people use when they feel too lonely. 'Oh there is someone out there waiting for me!'" He mocked as John scowled.
"Well then what does your tattoo say?" John prodded.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know? Everybody knows what their tattoo says."
"And I don't. Is that so surprising?"
"Of course it is. You remember everything. Just go and find the whole soulmate area in your mind palace."
"I don't keep useless information like words in there. I must have deleted the information."
John sighed in exasperation. Of course Sherlock would delete it. He deleted information on the goddamn solar system. The one thing that would change Sherlock's life and he just deletes it like an app on the phone. He really didn't know what to expect from this man.
"Then where is your tattoo? You must know where it is considering it hurts like a bitch when you get it."
"Of course I knew where it is. I'm just not going to tell you." Sherlock stubbornly huffed.
Naturally, Sherlock expected that John would continue to prod before getting tired but not this time. As slow as John may be compared to Sherlock, he was still smart enough to take a guess as to where his tattoo might be. Specifically, it was on the back of his body somewhere. John's guess was that it was on the back of Sherlock's neck because of how much he dramatically flips up the collar. Of course he could just be trying to look cool, but it was more likely that he was hiding something.
"Come on Sherlock, you could at least tell me, your best friend." John pleaded, following Sherlock as he paced the room. Sherlock turned to look at John's pleading eyes before scoffing.
"The physical appearance of please makes absolutely no difference to me." Sherlock turned into the kitchen.
John was expecting this to happen. It was nearly seven o'clock, which meant that it was Sherlock's tea time. Mrs. Hudson was out somewhere so Sherlock had to make his own tea, giving John the perfect opportunity to take a look at the back of his neck. For once, Sherlock was unsuspecting of his motives.
John waited for that moment when Sherlock would go to refill the boiler. He had dumped the water earlier to ensure that Sherlock would do so. The sound of the rushing water from the faucet should be just enough to properly hide his creaky footsteps. As expected, Sherlock did exactly as John predicted, allowing him to stand on the tips of his toes to look at the back of Sherlock's neck. It seems that he thought of everything, but he forgot to factor in his own height. Sherlock was taller than him by only a few inches but that was enough to hinder his view of Sherlock's neck. After steadily standing on the chair, John peered past the collar of Sherlock's robe to see inked words that seemed all too familiar.
It's a twin.
So he was right. (Y/N) was Sherlock's soulmate and Sherlock didn't even know because he was stupid enough to delete the information of his tattoo. Of course this could just be a coincidence, but it was much better to think that (Y/N) was his soulmate. As much as Sherlock despised the idea of feelings and a soulmate, this could change his perspective. Those people who usually hate them are mainly people who don't feel worthy enough of having one and Sherlock was the textbook definition of that whether he liked to admit it or not.
Now all John had to do was decide how this played out. He didn't want to be all boring about it. For once, he wanted to be a little dramatic. Maybe he would casually bring it up when they meet with her tomorrow. Or maybe he could phone her and see what he has to say about it. Or maybe- There was a quick knock on the door before someone walked in. It seemed that she decided to come instead.
"(Y/N)! What are you doing over here?" John said just loudly enough to get Sherlock's attention. The fact that Sherlock whipped his head around at the mention of her name told him just enough.
"I thought you called?" She raised an eyebrow in question at him.
"I did. We need to talk about Zack." Sherlock breezed over to his chair. (Y/N) pulled up the client’s chair.
"Isn't it a little late to talk about the case now?" (Y/N) remarked.
"I'm afraid that's when he 'thinks best'." John sighed, putting air quotations around the words.
"Now we know that this is a very good copy-" Sherlock began.
"It's a twin." (Y/N) hummed and Sherlock glared at her.
"And how do you know that? Are there any records of a twin? When did they ever meet? Every person that met with Zack has been documented." Sherlock interrogated her.
"There are records of adoption."
"That doesn't mean anything!" Sherlock shot up from his seat and started to pace the room. John decided to use that opportunity.
"So (Y/N), what do you think about this whole soulmate business?" John leaned back in his chair.
"I think it's a little annoying honestly-"
Sherlock slowed down as John's heart dropped.
"-It's hard to believe that you are destined to be with only one person and that I have to go out and find them. If fate wanted me that badly with one person, then they should just appear honestly." She finished.
"Exactly my point." Sherlock huffed. " Now back to the business at hand-"
"What does your tattoo say?" John completely ignored Sherlock and his deathly glare.
"I don't know." She shrugged.
"You don't know? Everybody knows their tattoo."
What was with these people? Sherlock didn't know, she didn't know. Does anyone he knows even want a soulmate?
"I never bothered checking."
"Then let's check now."
"Oh no John I don't think that it matters-"
"Ugh just do it woman. John won't stop otherwise." Sherlock snapped.
John knew that whether Sherlock wanted to admit it or not, he was interested. Sherlock was looking at her the same way that he looks at a new case.
"Come on (Y/N). Aren't you at least a little interested?" John questioned her softly.
She bit her lip, teasing it as she thought about it. Sherlock was starting to get impatient next to him. Finally, (Y/N) moved and took off her boot, revealing a very playful sock.
"I don't know about this-" She moved her hand from her foot, clear signs of anxiety on her face. To John's surprise, Sherlock immediately went to comfort her.
"It's perfectly fine. The worst that could happen is that you'll start to obsess like all the other mindless people." Sherlock soothed.
John wasted no time before kicking Sherlock’s shin.
"Uh, the worst that could happen is that you'll know his, or her I won't judge, first words."
(Y/N) stared at Sherlock a few moments more before slowly going to take off her sock. John was absolutely praying that her tattoo would say… whatever Sherlock said when they first met. Even if he hadn't found his own soulmate yet, he knew that Sherlock's would be much harder considering that Sherlock completely avoided the topic in general. If she was his soulmate, then John could have some peace. After what felt like an eternity, they saw her feet and the tattoo was written along the side.
Say that again.
The three of them stared at the tattoo on her foot as (Y/N) gently brushed her fingers over it.
"Well of course it'd be you." Sherlock huffed, snapping them out of their thoughts. Before (Y/N) could ask what he meant, Sherlock tipped the collar of his robe back and bent down a little, allowing her to get a full view of his tattoo. While (Y/N) softly gasped, John was burning up.
"You're telling me that you knew what it said all this time?" He growled. There went his plan to be all dramatic.
"No I just found out. You aren't very good at controlling your micro-expressions to hide your motives." Sherlock shrugged before whipping to face (Y/N).
"I suppose I have to ask you if you'd like a cup of tea now. To get to know each other better of course."
One of those rare, genuine smirks crossed Sherlock's face.
"After all, I'm fairly certain that this means that we are going to be spending the rest of our lives together after all."
