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Top 25 Fics of 2023

1. whatever you want by Wildehack (tyleet) | Wolf 359 | Kepler/Jacobi | 5k

Kepler doesn't fuck him that first day, when Daniel swallows his pride like it's a hot coal he can feel boiling down to the pit of his stomach and dials the number left on the card. Heather Says: Back in 2017, Wolf 359 changed my life. I relisten to it every year. I reread fic. I sometimes write it. And THIS year, I was blessed with one of my favorites writing my favorites from Wolf 359. It's honestly exactly what I wanted out of a Wolf 359 fix it/coda.

2. god was a dog-man by @andthepeople | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles | 13k

“Do you have a secret teenage son?” Stiles demands, as soon as Derek opens the door. Heather Says: I did NOT watch the Teen Wolf movie this year. I did, however, relentlessly stalk reaction posts and (very select) gifsets. I also read this fantastic fic, which is now the movie in my brain because since I didn't see it, I'll never know.

3. then out of nowhere, somebody comes and hits you with an ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh by @calciseptine | Deadpool | Peter/Wade | 49k

A man with spider-themed superpowers accidentally breaks into Wade's apartment. Heather Says: Deadpool is one of those fandoms that I'm technically a part of because I like it and I think Spiderman and Deadpool is both hilarious and hot, but it's always just on the edge of my peripherals. But sometimes Steve's fic just kind of creeps on me and demands my attention. This was my feel good fic this spring.

4. By the Laws of Magic by Lenore | The Sandman | Dream/Hob | 32k

It’s 1959, and Hob Gadling is working at a London auction house, amazing his colleagues with his uncanny knowledge of art and artifacts from the 14th century on. When he gets the assignment to catalogue a family library at a place called Fawney Rig, he looks forward to a working vacation in the country. What he finds is a house with a preternatural chill where odd disturbances happen daily, an ornate carved door with a secret clearly hidden behind it, and visions of his mysterious stranger every time he turns around. Heather Says: I honestly love this ship. The fairy tale elements combined with the very compelling idea that in another universe much like this one, Hob Gadling ends up saving Dream from his glass prison made for some truly great fiction.

5. Dawnshot Through the Heart by @sirnotappearinginthisblog | Wax&Wayne series | Wax/Wayne | WIP | 80k

Ten years ago, Wayne fled instead of letting himself get arrested for murder. He’s been an outlaw ever since, keeping one step ahead of the lawkeepers who want him dead or alive—especially Dawnshot. But his luck was bound to run out eventually, and he knows how it always ends for the Bad Guys in stories. Heather Says: I think that this is the only WIP on here but I cannot rightfully leave it off because I LOVED this fic this year. I love the Mistborn series, but I've never really sought out fic for it before. This one though, this one found me. The writing is SUPERB and I wish it was a bigger fandom because it deserves so much love, you guys. It's so so so good. I love Wax and Wayne's dynamic in the series. They're great. But also- what if they had an enemies to lovers thing going on that turned poly? WHAT IF?!

6. One Size Fits All by @entanglednow | Stranger Things | Eddie/Steve | 65k

Steve just wanted to do something nice for a friend, he doesn't mean to get Eddie's ring stuck on his finger, and it's definitely not his fault that everyone he knows is jumping to conclusions. Heather Says: This is not the last time that you will see this author or this ship on this list. I really would have thought that Steddie would have crept out of my brain right now, but NOPE. And part of that is because every couple weeks entanglednow drops an absolute BANGER of a fic that obliterates my brain for anything else.

7. you are spring by @wildehacked | Supernatural | Castiel/Dean | 20k

God makes a wish. His parents work some things out. Heather Says: I got very close to leaving this one off the list, not because it wasn't good or that it wasn't one of my top 25 but purely because I've been out of the Supernatural fandom for so many years. I mean, c'mon. I didn't watch the last FIVE seasons. However, getting to follow along wildehacked's rewatch journey on twitter was a blast from the past and then THIS lovely shining fic that they churned out lured me back in for one last nibble at this ship that took over my life for the better part of a decade. It is so incredibly amazing and since I never finished the series, I will happily go on pretending that this is how it ended.

8. Interim by starkraving | BotW/TOtK | Ganondorf/Link/Zelda | 95k

She has no throne. Girls without thrones should not have knights, but hers won’t go. Princess Zelda – the girl who killed Calamity – would love to fade into legend, but Link’s bought a house, he’s fighting off monsters, and he’s selling giant horses to strangely familiar Gerudo men. She'll never have any peace now. Heather Says: This fic. THIS FIC. Is so richly built. Is so intoxicating. It leans into found family. You spend chapter after chapter watching Zelda and Link traverse Hyrule with the hot Gerudo that they met along the way after the events of the first game. And it is so fucking compelling. Honestly, while I'm happy that they smooched, I would have been completely fine reading another 100k of just these three wandering Hyrule together, being absolute goblins. 10 out 10, will read again.

9. one hundred years past by tciddaemina | BotW/TotK | Ganondorf/Link | 38k

Link wakes up a century early. It changes everything. Heather Says: Can you tell that playing Tears of the Kingdom left me desperately thirsty for any and all Ganondorf content this summer? I'm a sucker for all sides of the poly triforce but I'll admit that Ganondorf and Link scratches that enemies to lovers itch PERFECTLY if it's done well. And this one is done well.

10. Step Right Up by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 3k

Steve had mostly given up on trying to meet anyone new after everything, but it's been six months and his friends had started giving him pointed nudges to get out there again. Heather Says: Told you it wouldn't be the last you saw of entanglednow. I actually think that this might be my favorite fic that they've written? Which is saying a lot because I will scream it to the rafters that any Steddie fan should read their fic. But this is FUN HOUSE MIRROR MAZE and MISTAKEN IDENTITY KISSING. Guys, I have no chill about this fic. I have no chill about Steve's hands in Eddie's hair, or the sounds that he makes, or the smell of strawberry. It is just so so good.

11. the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by @greatunironic | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 35k

Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?” Or, it’s 2002 and Steve Harrington attends a wedding, a funeral, and a birth. Heather Says: I genuinely do not think that I have words for this one. It is one of those all encompassing fics that sucks you in and just won't spit you out again. It hurts, an ache just under the breastbone. But god, it's so beautiful.

12. Fight Night by @rlnerdgirl | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles | 12k

Stiles starts fighting in college. He doesn't tell anyone. Heather Says: There are three...? Yeah, three Teen Wolf fics on this list. Three. Like it's 2015 again. Like my brain broke and time went ticking all the way back to when I was ridiculously invested in these characters. But honestly? All three Teen Wolf fics on this list are incredibly therapeutic. They get to be the ending for me instead of whatever clusterfuck good ole Jeff tried to pull. This one in particular is fantastic because it's canon-divergence after SEASON one. Yes, we have Erica and Boyd. Yes, Stiles is BAMF. It's a good read.

13. strange fear i ain’t felt for years by Sister | Batman | Tim/Jason | 31k

“Can’t believe a pretty thing like you has to come begging to the Red Hood,” he says against Tim’s neck. “Thought they’d be lining up down the block for you. Thought Daddy would need to get the shotgun.” Heather Says: Oh look, another ship and fandom that I was only peripherally aware of that had me in a chokehold for a good month and a half. I don't even like DC that much.

14. Silver-Tongue by starkraving | Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion/Karlach | 9k

Astarion fast-talks an abnormal number of enemies into killing themselves in the shadow-cursed lands and the team makes idle (then less idle) conversation about it. Heather Says: Okay, so I STILL have not finished this game. I have however very carefully consumed as much content as I can get my hands on without being completely and totally spoiled. This was the first fic that I really loved in this fandom. It's no surprise that I ship Astarion happily with everyone, but damn is he good with Karlach in this one. Their characterization is perfect.

15. A Sign of The Morning by ToEdenandBackAgain | Stranger Things | Eddie/Steve | 86k

Vecna is dead. The Upside Down is cut off from Hawkins yet again. Steve is trying to go back to normal, whatever that is. He's also trying to figure out exactly how Eddie Munson has managed to fit so easily into his life. Heather Says: Honestly? What can I say about this one? It has 19,000 kudos despite being published last June. It's on a ridiculous number of collection/rec lists. The tension is exquisite. The found family? Even better.

16. Phantom of Truth by Haiju | Danny Phantom | Maddie Fenton & Danny Fenton | 58k

Locked away in a secret government lab with Phantom as her sole object of study, nothing stands between Maddie and the truth... except, perhaps, herself. Heather Says: Oh look, another fandom that I have never ever been a part of. I saw this REALLY NEAT and angsty tiktok (tw for ghosty gore) and basically immediately was sucked into a show that I've never even watched before. The comments lead me to this fic which is perfectly gen, angsty, and honestly absolutely perfect. I cannot get over how much I loved this.

17. Manacled by senlinyu | Harry Potter | Draco/Hermione | 370k

Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Heather Says: I did the thing. I read the incredibly dark fic that I've been avoiding since 2018. I typically steer-clear of anything that is overly bleak and I do not tiptoe into non-con waters often. But one of our groomsmen who isn't even involved with fandom read this so that his girlfriend would watch Star Wars with him and then spent a good portion of a Halloween party talking it up. So I gave it a shot. Over all, it is too bleak for me. That said, I finished it in a weekend. I loved it. I hated it. I wish I'd broken it up over a longer period of time because the emotional bleed off of it was intense.

18. Ready for Love by @idiopathicsmile | Singin in the Rain | Cosmo/Kathy/Don | 12k

Don and Kathy would move in together. They would have a dog or two and then inevitably, a small parade of adorable little brats who would call him Uncle Cosmo, and they would spend less and less time with him, not on purpose but busy with the rest of their lives, and ultimately Cosmo would learn to make his peace with it because he’d have no other choice and he would have to try to move on and not live too much in his memories. He could picture it so clearly, he figured if the songwriting gig with Monumental didn’t pan out, he could always return to the backwater circuit with a new act: The Amazing Cosmo of the Cosmos—ladies and gentlemen, he sees the future, he reads the stars, he silently pines for his best married pal and all the while tap dancing! Don and Kathy inviting him along on their honeymoon, though—that part was a surprise. Heather Says: I LOVE this movie. It is one of my biggest comfort movies. I watch it to feel happy. I watch it when I'm sad. And I have always shipped these three but NEVER read fic for it. And honestly? I'm glad I waited for a good fic to find me because this one was perfect.

19. A Series of Forgettable Events by @trensu | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 27k

Steve wanted to be a dad more than anything. Unfortunately, he was a single dude in his thirties which meant no adoption agency in the world was willing to give him a chance. Or at least no human adoption agency. Heather Says: Honestly just a delightful little jaunt in a world where Steve wants to be a dad, Eddie is a very overprotective siren, and the kids are, well. Little horrors. I love it. There's a sequel now which I am very patiently waiting to read it until I am less busy in RL.

20. the dry sand of daylight by @andthepeople | Inception | Arthur/Eames | 15k

Arthur is married to Eames for the better part of a decade. Then he wakes up. Heather Says: This fic left me ACHING for the Inception fandom circa 2010-2012. When livejournal was still a thing and the fandom community was alive and thriving. It is so achingly tender and perfect. I had forgotten how much I loved them.

21. brutalist masterpieces by @greatunironic | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 12k

Ten years on, in a town in Nova Scotia, on the edge of the Atlantic, Eddie finds Steve again, and also maybe himself. Heather Says: Maybe that's my thing this year. Achingly sweet tender pieces that leave you reeling in the aftermath. This fic is SO incredibly beautiful.

22. What Made Milwaukee Famous by synthetica | Danny Phantom | Vlad/Danny | 30k

Ten years after establishing a tenuous truce, Danny crash-lands at Vlad's Milwaukee lakehouse with a particularly nasty wound, three days recovery time, and absolutely nothing to do but talk to his long-lost archnemesis. Heather Says: I'm told that this is something of a rarepair. However, from the limited information that I have from the series I can say with full certainty that two ghostly beings locked for years as enemies growing up and meeting in the middle? Fully my thing.

23. then now and always by @raisesomehale | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles | 13k

Stiles is stuck. Stiles is stuck in the fucking snow in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere at night with a broken down car three days before Christmas, and the nearest tow truck company—over fifty miles away—doesn’t open until morning. Heather Says: And here we have the promised third Teen Wolf fic, the most cathartic of the bunch. I am so so sweet on future fic particularly in this fandom with missed chances. And this one is just so syrupy sweet. It's winter! There's horses! Derek's an alpha! They smooch. Anyway, this is how I cope with a series finale that didn't happen and a movie that doesn't exist.

24. Terminus by @rcmclachlan | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 4k

"Keep me here," he begs against Mobius's lips. "You must keep me here." Heather Says: What do you mean you didn't spend all three replays of the Loki series finale weeping into a pillow? What do you mean you didn't spend the next few days trying to find the perfect coda? What do you mean that you didn't find this fic and positively expire from the sheer fucking tenderness in Mobius' voice? What do you mean? What. do you. mean? Anyway, I know I'm not supposed to have number one favorites. This list exists because I cannot condense it further than 25. But guys, this was my favorite fic this year.

25. Eye Of The Beholder by @entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 22k

Eddie works himself up to ask Steve if he can borrow his instant camera, because the type of pictures he wants to take are…not the kind he can get developed in town. Heather Says: And to round it out, another Steddie. This one with sexy photos. The tension is killer.

#heather says what #top 25 #year in review #fic recs #recommendations #2023 #new year's memes #teen wolf #stranger things #loki #inception #supernatural #danny phantom #dc #harry potter

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remussl0vers · 6 months ago

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requesting guide

updated: 17.06.23

please make sure to read this before requesting anything — i'm hoping that you'll respect my boundaries on what am i comfortable with and with not writing.

MASTERLIST

I tend to curse often in my fics, and are usually comfortable with covering more serious topics, so make sure to check the content warning before hand. I always write warnings when I believe they're needed, but do let me know if you think something should be added!

also senders may request as many as they want <3

FORMS OF WRITING :

oneshot

imagine

headcanon

series

alphabet

I tend to write oneshots over 1000 words, so if you want feel free to specify if you want a long or short story.

CONTENT I WRITE :

fluff

angst

sensitive / triggering topics

gore

smut / spice

most tropes ( best at friends to lovers )

I'm pretty comfortable with writing sensitive topics as well as angst ( anyone who's read my works before will know that they're the things I write best ) however, if I'm not comfortable with the topic as a whole I will DM you, or possibly put it off for a while.

*If you have a writing prompt from somewhere as well, feel free to send it through !!

CHARACTERS :

male reader / ftm

gender neutral

genderfluid

original character

I do not write female readers / characters anymore. If there aren't specified pronouns then I will write it as a male character.

There are also some characters I only feel comfortable writing for with a male reader/character and vice versa, which I'll note who.

PAIRINGS :

love interests

platonic

family

polyamorous ships ; depends on the character

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :

support of homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, racism, sexism, pedophilia, incest ; if they're mentioned in a request in terms of the character being bullied / abused ( in the past ) then i may write it but NOT explicitly, only a mention

a pairing against a character's canon sexuality

rape

pregnancy

female reader

anime

WHO I WRITE FOR :

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :

charles rowland

edwin payne

monty

niko sasaki ( not romantic )

crystal palace ( not romantic )

DESCENDANTS :

ben beast

harry hook

carlos de vil

jay

mal bertha

evie grimhilde

LOCKWOOD & CO :

anthony lockwood

lucy carlyle

george karim

quill kipps ( friends / family only )

MARAUDERS :

remus lupin

sirius black

regulus black

james potter

lily evans ( not romantic )

evan rosier

barty crouch jr

marlene mckinnon ( not romantic )

dorcas meadows ( not romantic )

pandora lovegood ( not romantic )

mary mcdonald ( not romantic )

MARVEL :

peter parker / spiderman ( tom and andrew )

loki laufeyson

kate bishop

yelena belova ( not romantic )

steve rogers

bucky barnes

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

valkyrie ( not romantic )

natasha romanoff

tony stark ( not romantic )

gwen stacy ( emma stone )

gwen stacy ( atsv )

*marvel and particularly the mcu is a fandom i'm more comfortable with than most, so if there is a character not listed, then i may or may not write for them

NARNIA :

prince caspian

peter pevensie

edmund pevensie ( only during dawn treader )

SHADOW AND BONE / SIX OF CROWS :

kaz brekker

inej ghafa

jesper fahey

wylan van eck

nina zenik

alina starkov

nikolai lantsov

genya safin ( not romantic )

matthias helvar

STRANGER THINGS :

steve harrington

jonathon byers

max mayfield

robin buckley ( not romantic )

TEEN WOLF :

stiles stilinski ( *i will take most/all dylan obrien characters )

isaac lahey

scott mccall

liam dunbar ( not romantic )

allison argent

malia tate

lydia martin ( not romantic )

kira yukimura

derek hale

THE HUNGER GAMES :

finnick odair

peeta mellark

katniss everdeen

THE MAZE RUNNER :

newt

thomas

minho

X-MEN :

logan howlett

charles xavier ( james mcavoy )

jean grey

mystique

rogue

erik lehnsherr ( not romantic )

wade wilson / deadpool

kitty pryde

bobby drake

*FANDOMS COMING SOON : PJO, DISNEY, HANNIBAL

#requests #send as many as you want #pls

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lightandheatao3 · 6 months ago

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The Bunker - Criminal Minds

Chapter 13: The Scar

Summary: Spencer Reid wakes up in a locked bunker to find half the current BAU and two of its departed members unconscious on the floor. The old team is back together but the reunion is not what any of them would have wished for. An Unsub from their past has decided it's time they all stop keeping secrets, even if it means exposing them by force.

Hotch and Derek have been pulled back into a world they tried to escape. Emily, Rossi, and JJ are doing their best to keep it together. Spencer is falling apart.

AKA a found family is reunited and forced to go through the most nightmarish version of family therapy imaginable.

Set months after the end of Criminal Minds: Evolution. Evolution referenced, but not necessary to understand the story.

Chapter Summary: The team has some catharsis, of a kind.

Read chapter 13 on AO3 or under the cut. Please check AO3 for content warnings. All comments and reblogs are extremely appreciated <3 I would love to know what you like about the story :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Nobody moved.

Not a twitch. Not a breath. Not a blink.

They stared at him like a ghost.

“Spencer,” whispered Emily, like she couldn't believe her eyes.

In a second, all of them were on him. Emily pulled him into a crushing hug that the rest of them quickly joined. He felt dampness dripping on his shoulder and didn’t know who it was coming from. He heard JJ breath out ‘oh my god’ again and again.

“Let me look at you,” demanded Hotch.

There was a hand on his arm. The group parted just enough to let Hotch get at him. Emily kept her arm wrapped around his shoulders and Derek put a hand in his hair and kissed the top of his head, kneeling behind him like a barrier between him and the rest of the world. Rossi knelt beside him with a hand on his arm.

“You’re all okay,” Spencer said, throat constricting.

“We thought you were dead,” choked out JJ. “You fucking bastard! We thought you were dead!”

Tears streamed down her face and she squeezed the hand on his uninjured arm tight enough that it would have hurt, if he wasn’t up to his gills on fentanyl.

“Jesus, Spencer,” breathed Hotch.

He knelt in front of him, holding his wrist and gently turning his arm over so his mangled forearm faced upwards.

A hush fell over all of them as they stared at the vicious scar. If it had disturbed them when they first saw his track marks, this was a hundred times worse.

The weight around his shoulders and against his side disappeared as Emily scrambled back from him.

“I need…” she breathed. “I just-”

She turned and darted for the bathroom, crashing through the door as if she didn’t realize it was there. A moment later he winced at the sound of her vomiting.

Derek turned away from him, looking very much like he was about to cry.

A short moment later, Emily came back into the room, struggling to compose herself. “I’m sorry,” she said shakily, kneeling beside him again.

“No,” he said. He tried to reach out to her, but realized JJ and Hotch still had a hold of both of his hands. Hotch let him go. JJ didn’t. He reached for Emily’s cheek. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m alright. It doesn’t even hurt.”

Emily held his gaze, unsuccessfully fighting back tears. The haze over his vision made her skin look like it was glowing. Her cheek felt impossibly soft. She put one hand over his and stroked the other one softly over the scar.

“It doesn’t hurt because you’re high,” she said gently.

He looked away, then nodded. “I asked him not to,” he explained. “I tried.”

He tried and he failed. There was never going to be another end to this story.

“Him?” asked Rossi. “You spoke to the male Unsub?”

He nodded. “I-” he swallowed. “He said-” his breath hitched. He waded through his thoughts like molasses.

“It’s okay,” said Hotch, so close that their knees were touching. “You can tell us later.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

Derek rubbed circles on his back. “It’s alright, Spencer. You’re alive. That's all that matters.”

In spite of the dampening affects of the narcotics, a deep pain welled in his heart. He clutched at his chest as a sob escaped him.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I think there’s something really wrong with me.” He looked down at his butchered forearm, trying to understand it. “It all made sense at the time. I was trying to save us," he said, searching all of their faces desperately, hoping one of them could tell him the magic formula to stop being broken. Something opened up inside of him that he had being trying for so long to keep shut. “I think I wanted to die. I think I’ve felt that way for a while.”

How had he not realized that?

Emily had realized it. Derek had realized it. Did all of them know? How could they have known when he didn’t even know it?

Derek’s words rang in his ears. Happy people don’t do heroin.

He broke down.

The last time he cried like this, it was the first day back in his apartment after prison. He had collapsed on the shower floor and wept so long it caused a migraine.

Only this time, for better or worse, he wasn’t alone. Five sets of arms wrapped around him, holding him like he might disappear if they let go for even a second, and they all cried with him.

For the first time since waking up in this nightmare, they mourned everything that had been taken from them. Their families, their freedom, their safety, and their sanity.

They stayed like that until his head swam and he could barely tell up from down.

"You need to lie down," said Hotch, as they all finally parted.

He looked around like he was only noticing the changes to the room for the first time.

Following his cue, the others took in their altered surroundings with worry and confusion, enough to tell Spencer that this was all clearly new to them, too.

Derek and Hotch helped him over to one of the thin mattresses. He tried to fight it, but between the drugs and the adrenaline crash and the fathomless ocean of hurt, he couldn't hold onto consciousness.

He was in and out, not fully passed out, but not fully coherent. Eventually, after who knows how long, he must have fallen asleep.

When he woke up, he felt sick to his stomach and his head pounded. He was shaky and weak, a feeling he was getting far too used to. How long had he been in that room while they pumped him full of narcotics?

He couldn’t keep doing this so soon after his last withdrawal. His body couldn’t cope with it.

He tried to sit up and speak to the others, but a wave of intense nausea washed over him before he could make a sound. He scrambled up and rushed for the bathroom, where he wretched bile.

After a second, he felt a hand on his back, and another holding back his increasingly long hair, now down below his chin for the first time in quite a while.

Once he was sure he was done, he turned to see Emily. She smiled tightly at him, then helped him stand. He splashed water over his face and rinsed out his mouth, then took a long, deep drink.

“You good?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

His eyes wandered down to just below the sink. The missing bolt had been replaced with one that was shiny and new. It was welded tightly in place. The welding on all the other bolts had been redone, too.

When he looked around, he noticed the door hinges had received the same treatment. The Unsubs had gone to great lengths to ensure there would not be a repeat incident.

Emily was watching him, arms folded. He couldn't tell what was going on in her head, but she almost looked sicker than she had when they were starving.

The newly returned bathroom door was closed. He knew the others were just outside, waiting for them to exit, but it was close enough to alone. He had hurt all of them, he knew, but after everything with John Cooley, after he promised her he wasn’t going to do the same, he felt he owed her more than anyone.

“Emily-"

“Spencer,” she said, sniffing a little. “You don’t need to apologize. I get it.”

He looked at her a little longer, then nodded. Then he pulled her into a crushing hug and apologized anyway.

She didn't say anything, just hugged him back.

They exited the bathroom, and the others were waiting for them just like he thought.

“How are you feeling?” asked Hotch.

“Like I’m in the middle of the detox that never ends,” he said, clenching his hands to control the trembling, wincing at the sharp pain that shot up his left arm when he formed a fist. “They had me under almost the entire time I was gone."

“But not the whole time,” observed Rossi. “You said you talked to one of them.”

“Yeah,” he said. “The male accomplice. We spoke twice.”

“You need to sit down,” said Derek. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

He didn’t disagree. They all took a moment, rearranging the mattresses so they could sit in a circle, positioning themselves so that Spencer could lean against the wall. They knew they were settling in for a long conversation.

He had questions for them, too, but he knew they needed to hear from him first.

In all the brutal clarity and detail afforded to him by his eidetic memory, he told them his story. It was verbatim, not a single detail omitted.

After what he’d put them through with the drugs, the detox, the erratic behavior, the arguing and denying and finally… He rubbed at his scar. He owed them honesty.

Besides, every detail was vital to the profile, even if he didn’t yet know how.

He recounted the events to a rapt audience. When he got to the fag comment, a couple of heads tilted at him curiously, but they didn't question him. He pressed on. They could worry about that later.

He concluded with a description of everything he’d seen and deduced regarding the building itself based on what he could see from his limited perspective in the room. It was a relief to be able to give them a small morsel of hope.

"Whatever this place is," he finished, "it wasn't made for them. There's a paper trail somewhere that the others can find."

“That’s good,” said Hotch when he was finally done. “That’s really good, Spencer, thank you.”

“This completely changes our profile,” observed JJ. “This isn't a typical relationship between a dominant Unsub and a submissive accomplice, but an actual partnership. He has thoughts and opinions that differ from hers, which he feels safe to express freely. He respects her.”

"It's definitely an unusual dynamic," agreed Spencer. "I think she honestly believes she's helping us somehow. He's a sadist. He wants to cause pain. It's as if the whole thing was a joke to him, but he's holding himself back out of some sense of loyalty and obligation to her. Somehow, she's managed to get an intelligent sadist to not only follow her instruction, but to feel protective of her."

“I agree, it's strange,” said Emily. “He's clearly the one with the medical expertise, which is also unexpected given how she positions herself as savior. If I had to guess, based on the resentment he expressed towards Spencer, particularly regarding his honorific, he’s probably a nurse. Maybe someone who planned to become a doctor but was unable to attend or complete medical school for some reason."

“What if that's how they met?” posed Rossi. “She could have been one of his patients and they bonded. It might explain why he’s so fiercely protective of her, especially if she flattered him or made him feel powerful. If she's experienced significant health issues, it could also be contributing factor to her obsessive focus on cleanliness.”

“She said that if we had given up on her, she never would have met him, so their relationship postdates her presumed arrest,” said Derek. “Assuming we're right that she was incarcerated, he could have been a nurse in the prison medical center.”

“That tracks with his comment about dealing with junkies regularly,” said Spencer. “One study published by the Department of Justice found that 58% of state prisoners had substance abuse issues compared with just 5% of the general population. Drug and alcohol toxicity are the third leading cause of death in prisons behind serious illness and-” the word caught in his throat. Suicide. Behind serious illness and suicide. He couldn't bring himself to say the word. "Well, you get the idea."

It was for the best that he hadn’t been using while in prison, all things considered. He very likely would have ended up as one of those statistics if he had been.

"Are you certain you didn't recognize her voice?" asked JJ.

He shook his head. "I really don't know. I was pretty out of it, I'm sorry."

“Don't be. It looks like we have the beginning of a new profile,” said Hotch. “This is a lot more than we knew before. We can find a way to use this.” He looked at Spencer, eyeing him cautiously. Eventually, he said, “Don’t take this as encouragement to try anything like that ever again, but for what its worth, it worked. You forced their hand.”

He scrubbed his hands over his face, if only to not have to look at any of them for a moment. “Yeah,” he said, not able to summon a better response. When the awkward silence that followed got too much for him, he asked: "How long was I gone?"

The others exchanged glances.

"It's hard to say," said Hotch. "But there were fifteen deliveries prior to them hitting us with another round of gas."

"We think the deliveries are still operating at twelve hour intervals," said Rossi, "But it's difficult to keep track of time with any certainty, and we can't know how long we were unconscious."

They had all been dressed in a fresh set of scrubs at some point in their lost time, and he was far too aware of the short sleeves. He kept catching glimpses of the scar and each time, he had to fight the urge to puke again. He looked down at the scar intentionally for about three seconds before he had to look away.

It was enough to make an assessment.

"Judging by the progression of healing, I would put it at an estimate of two weeks minimum, which makes sense with the number deliveries and helps confirm that they are still working at standard intervals," he explained.

Two weeks, likely a little over. It hung in the air like smoke after a fire. Two weeks of him being pumped full of fentanyl.

Two weeks of the others stuck in this room thinking they had just watched him die by his own hand.

“I guess it’s time for us to fill you in,” said Rossi, breaking the tension. “Things got pretty nuts here for a minute.”

“What happened after I passed out?” he asked, anxiety creeping its way into his gut.

“You were right,” Rossi continued. “They didn’t risk the gas. It would have killed you for sure after the blood loss.”

“We never saw the woman, but the guy busted in about a minute after you lost consciousness,” said Derek. “He had a gun.”

His stomach dropped. Obviously, they hadn’t been able to overpower him or they wouldn't still be there, but he still found himself hoping that the story would turn in their favor.

“We tried to overpower him, but he pistol whipped Hotch pretty hard,” said Emily.

He looked at Hotch questioningly and apologetically, which Hotch waved off. “I’m fine." Spencer didn't believe that for a second, but he was hardly in a position to comment. Hotch continued, "He kept the gun trained on the rest of us and forced Morgan to leave you outside the door.”

The use of surnames was always a dead giveaway that Hotch was clinging to a facade of professionalism to stay composed, even though profiling hadn't been his profession for years.

Derek jumped in quickly, brushing right past the details of the event and into a impersonal analysis. “This all supports your theory that the bunker is part of a larger facility. The hall just led to a door, so I didn’t see much, but I’m certain he didn’t have medical supplies on hand. He would’ve had to get you to treatment fast.”

The scene unfolded in his head with far less clinical detachment than it was being described with. It melded with the bits and pieces he could remember. The screaming, Derek’s hands trying to stop him from bleeding out, a waterfall of crimson.

“We didn’t hear anything after that,” said JJ, staring down at her lap. Her nails were digging into the back of her arm. “No notes. Nothing. We kept getting food like nothing was different. We didn't think you were coming back.”

Derek wrapped an arm around her. She took a shaky breath.

“We kept on like that until the gas. Then we woke up, and you were back. Along with all the creature comforts that were confiscated after the last attempt at rebellion," said Derek.

“We used your wet cloth mask trick when the gas started,” said Emily. “Having to use my shirt for that is the first thing in my whole life that has made me sincerely miss wearing a bra.”

JJ snorted a laugh.

“If it’s any consolation, you looked great,” said Derek, holding up his fingers in the ‘OK’ gesture. JJ slapped him on the arm while Emily rolled her eyes. “Relax, I’m kidding,” he said, holding up a hand defensively. “Believe it or not I was too busy trying not to die to check you out.”

They way they glossed over the horror of those weeks was an act of kindness he was sure he didn’t deserve.

The looks on their faces when they first woke up and saw that he was alive would be burned in the forefront of his mind for a long time.

“Wait,” he said, remembering. “There was an alarm. After he left me here. Has that happened before?”

Hotch shook his head. “We checked it while you were still out of it. It looks like they’ve retrofitted a small speaker inside the camera housing. It definitely wasn’t there before.”

He looked up at the camera, blinking red light as infuriating as ever. When he squinted, he could just see it through the reflections that bounced off the reinforced plexiglass. It would be interesting to see how that new element of their enclosure came into play.

“There was also a paper bag,” he said, looking around the room and spotting it in a corner. “What was in it?”

They all exchanged glances before looking back at him.

“We haven't looked,” said JJ.

"What? Why?" he asked, taken aback.

“Whatever happens next, we’re all in this together,” said Rossi.

He felt a lump rise in his throat. Emily squeezed his upper arm comfortingly.

“Before we open it and have to focus all of our energy on whatever is in there,” she said gently, “we need to take a moment to talk.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. He'd figured this was coming. “I know,” he said, lowering his hands, once again catching a glimpse of the scar, still struggling to process that it would be with him for the rest of his life, however long that might be.

They all looked at each other again, and he was sure they’d planned this whole thing out while he was sleeping. Derek took the lead.

“What you said before, about wanting to die,” he said, looking like it hurt him as much to say it as it hurt Spencer to hear it, “We can’t ignore that.”

“I-” His instinct was to say ‘I was high, I was out of it, I didn’t know what I was saying,’ but instead he said, slowly and awkwardly, “I don’t plan on doing anything like that again.”

“That’s good,” said Derek calmly. “I’m glad to hear that. But we’re all conscious of the fact that we’re not exactly in an environment conducive to recovery. I don’t think any of us are exactly in a great place, psychologically or physically. And know that when I say this, I'm speaking from experience, not judgement; those feelings your having don't go away while you're still actively in a crisis situation. So even though I believe that you mean what you say, it's hard to trust that you won't change your mind later.”

If he'd needed another knife in his heart, the thought of a teenage Derek contemplating such a drastic escape from horrific abuse was sure to do it. This wasn't new information to him, but it never stopped hurting. How could it be fair that someone could survive what he had survived and still be made to suffer through something like this?

He learned a long time ago that fairness didn't exist and knew better than to ask those questions, yet the thought still came.

“We get it,” chimed in Rossi. “You already know I was struggling myself not long ago. You're not alone,” he said honestly.

"I hate that any of you know what this feels like," he said quietly. "I wish you didn't."

Derek shrugged helplessly. Rossi raised an eyebrow and said, "You and me both, kid."

A few of them nodded. “I think,” said Emily, “that right now, we can’t afford for any one of us to break. If we lose you, Spencer, or if we lose any of us, I don’t know how the rest of us are going to make it out.”

He nodded. “No pressure,” he joked, swiping under his eyes. Nobody laughed.

“Right before you cut yourself,” said JJ bluntly, “You said to Derek that it had to be you because you didn’t have kids waiting for you to come home. You know that’s not true, right?”

“It is true,” he said, shaking his head at her. “I’m not justifying myself,” he clarified, “but you all have family waiting for you. All I have is my mom, and at this point, she might not even realize I’m gone.”

JJ looked at him so sadly. “It’s not true at all,” she insisted. “Do you know what it would do to my boys if I had to tell them you were gone? Sometimes I think Henry and Michael love you more than they love Will and I,” she said with a sound halfway between a cry and laugh. “And when all this is over, they’re going to need you more than ever. I’m going to need you.”

“It’s the same for my family,” said Derek. “Don’t you ever think for a second that just because you’re not related by blood that we can afford to lose you. You are family. For all of us.”

They all nodded and hummed in agreement.

“I can cope with all the fucked up shit that’s happening to us,” said Emily, “But I don’t think I can cope without you. Speaking as the only other member of the no partner, no kids, fucked up relationship with their mother gang,” she said with a watery laugh.

“How about the adult kid you didn’t get to raise, dead wife, dead mother gang?” deadpanned Rossi.

Spencer laughed even as tears threatened to spill again. He forced them back. He already had enough of a headache from the last time. “Is this supposed to be cheering me up? It’s working, strangely.”

“Jack still asks about you sometimes,” said Hotch softly. He looked around the room. “All of you.”

It was the first time he had mentioned Jack since waking up in the bunker. They all avoided talking about their kids too much. It felt wrong to draw their captor’s attention to their families, even though they were obviously aware of them. But Hotch hadn’t so much as alluded to Jack’s existence.

“Henry asks about Jack, too,” said JJ. “What do you tell him about us?”

Hotch looked at the floor. “I tell him he’s an adult now. He can look you up himself if he wants.”

That hung in the air. After everything Hotch had been through, they could hardly blame him for not wanting to talk about the past he left behind, but the thought of him shutting them out so completely still stung.

“I can’t believe he’s an adult,” said Emily. “He must be in college by now.”

Hotch nodded. “Studying to be a psychologist.”

“Not forensic psychology?” asked Derek, likely picking up on the same tension that Spencer was.

“No, thank god,” said Hotch. “He's interested in child psychology, with a focus on trauma.”

Oh.

Clearly everything Jack had been through as a kid had played a big part in shaping the adult he was becoming. It was a bittersweet thing to hear.

“You must be so proud of him,” said Emily.

“I am,” said Hotch. “And I would very much like to see him again so I can tell him that.” He looked at Spencer. “For better or worse, what you did got us vital information, and a reason to hope we can get out of this. I’m not naive enough to believe that just talking with you about this is going to fix it. I also know that the longer we’re down here, the more likely it is for the rest of us to experience suicidal ideation or other acute mental health issues, if we aren’t already. Nobody is immune to the effects of long-term confinement.” He looked at each of them in turn. “What we need to do is make sure that if any of us start having those thoughts, myself included, we cannot keep it to ourselves.” He looked at Spencer. “It’s time we accepted that we might be in here for a while yet, and we need to do everything in our power to stay alive as long as possible and give the others the best chance of finding us. Can you do that?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “I can do that.”

Hotch gave a single appreciative nod in return. “Good.”

“I guess that just leaves one thing,” said Emily, getting up to retrieve the unopened paper bag.

It didn’t look bulky enough to contain food, so he was expecting a note. When Emily picked it up, it sagged a little in the bottom, indicating that there must be an object of some kind in there. She walked back to the group but didn’t sit. They all looked up at her as she opened the bag.

She pulled out a note, and read.

“When a dog bites the hand that feeds it, do you put the dog down, or train it? I hope you have learned your lesson. Follow the rules or you will have to be taught again.” She scrunched the note up and tossed it on the floor. "God I hate this bitch."

She turned the bag over and dumped its contents onto the floor in the middle of the circle, then scrunched up the bag and tossed that on the floor too.

Six stacks of rectangular card, each bundled with twine, thudded to the floor with a dull thwack.

They each reached out and grabbed a stack, turning them over and examining them. They contained photos, around 20 to a stack.

The one at the top of the stack that Spencer had grabbed was a picture of JJ, sitting on her front porch having a coffee with Will. He undid the twine and saw quickly that each photo in the stack was of her and her family, her at the gym, even her entering Quantico, taken from a distance.

“This is insane,” breathed Emily. He looked over at the stack she was holding and saw a glimpse of Hotch and a young man he realized must be Jack.

They each laid their stack out on the ground in front of them, fanning them out so they could all see.

He looked across the circle and saw Hotch setting down photos of himself. At Virginia Tech where he teaches Criminology from time to time. Coming and going from his mother’s care home. Oh god. There was a photo of him at his dealer’s apartment door, looking entirely unwell.

One picture in particular caught his eye. He reached across and grabbed it. Hotch looked at him for a moment, before catching a glimpse of the photos of himself that Emily was laying out and cursing.

“If I ever get my hands on these fucking people…” he said to himself, icy and furious, reaching for a picture of his son.

Spencer focused on the photo in his hand. It was of him, standing in front of a small, but protected house on a block of land in rural Virginia. “Emily,” he said.

She jerked her head to him, having been engrossed in the pictures of herself that she had spotted. “What?” she asked worriedly.

He handed her the picture. At first she looked confused, but the moment of recognition came quickly. “Oh no,” she whispered.

“What is it?” asked Rossi.

They all looked between himself and Emily. He looked to her, not sure which of them should explain or how much he should even say.

“It’s a safe house,” said Emily eventually. “You know how Spencer was away last year doing confidential work for the Bureau? This is where he was. This photo looks like it was taken from inside the property line."

"That photo was taken right after I got there," he said gravely.

Emily blinked. "That was more than a year ago."

Whoever these Unsubs were, they had been preparing for this for a long time.

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princeescaluswords · 9 months ago

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Seeing your Sterek thoughts is fun, because sometimes I'll want to read a fun story about like Parrish dating, idk, Peter or adult Theo, or want to talk about Teen Wolf for other side characters, and have to wade, knee deep, through Sterek and the ways every character are props for Stiles/Derek

It's a frustrating part of the TW fandom, how prevalent and inescapable the ship is

Here's something to think about.

Let's say you were entirely innocent of fandom and its wily ways. Let's say you watched a 100 episode television show named Teen Wolf. If another person, also entirely innocent of fandom, asked you what happened in it, what would you say? If another person asked you what were the most important relationships in the story, which ones would you list? If another person asked you who the lead protagonist was and asked you to describe that character's arc, how would you answer?

I am absolutely confident that the romantic relationship between Stiles and Derek would not appear in any of those answers. I could describe the entire plot, episode by episode, of Teen Wolf without even implying that Stiles and Derek were friends and it would be almost entirely complete. I would list the most important relationships as Scott and Stiles, and Scott and Derek, and Scott and Allison, and Scott and Kira, and Scott and Liam, and I would even include Stiles and Lydia. But the truth is, if Derek and Stiles had never had a scene alone together, it wouldn't ultimately change anything about the show. Furthermore, it is simply not credible to say that the lead protagonist isn't Scott McCall. Every character, every plot line, every resolution hinged on Scott's choices and behavior -- even the ones where the focus may have been on Stiles, such as the nogitsune arc and the wild hunt arc.

And, while this should go out with saying, it has to be said in order to forestall the tedious foot-stomping discussion-derailing simplistic arguments that usually happen at this point: there is nothing wrong with shipping Sterek. There is nothing wrong with enjoying what might have happened between these two but didn't. Shipping is not the problem.

The problem is the fandom's entitlement to force a romantic relationship between two white men into obscene prominence. The problem is that there is an entire culture based around recontextualizing an entire 100-episode show and a movie around a romantic relationship that didn't exist to such a degree that the actual reality of the story is often lost.

Whoever you are and whatever draws to you the story, once you engage with the fandom, there is one unstoppable force that swamps everything. Love it or hate it. Dread it. Run from it. Sterek arrives all the same. You have to deal with it. The only way to avoid Sterek is to avoid the fandom.

Staying clear of clearly-labeled Sterek content won't help, because the tropes that have grew out of Sterek have metastasized. For example, "Pack-Mom Stiles" has replaced Stiles's canon characterization in 90 percent of fandom content, even fandom content that has nothing to do with Sterek. Think about "Oblivious Scott" and "Stupid Scott." These tropes appeared in order to explain why Scott wasn't aware of Stiles's true feelings for Derek and have now become the baseline for any analysis of Scott's behavior, even though it was Scott who figured out how to convince Derek to turn on Peter, Scott who noticed and took advantage of Gerard's cancer, Scott who noticed that Derek painting only one side of a door in a falling down house, etc., etc., ad nauseam.

Think about Scott and Derek's developing relationship throughout the show and when, in the final episode, Derek and Scott hug after not seeing each other for a long time and one person bravely posted on the Internet, "As a Sterek shipper, I reject this." Or Sterek shippers who hated the movie without watching it. They are so firmly entrenched in this entitled alternative world that they feel they have the right to invalidate scenes that actually occur on the screen.

I could go on, for like, an hour, but there are even worse aspects. This culture influenced the production because it became so omnipresent during public relations events (conventions, polls, etc) that they couldn't really ignore it anymore. Think about 6B's ridiculous and demeaning "Stiles, in his first day at the FBI, sees recycled film of shirtless Derek" scene. Or the uselessness of the line in the movie about Stiles having his own fires to put out. If you were our theoretical individual not exposed to fandom, you must have wondered why that line and that scene were even filmed!

At a certain point, the production realized that they had been caught in an inescapable trap. If they didn't include scenes where Stiles and Derek interacted with each other -- such as season 3B -- they were accused of homophobia and queerbaiting; if they did include scenes where Stiles and Derek interacted with each other -- such as Season 4 -- but the relationship didn't become canon, they were accused of homophobia and queerbaiting. By this point, they must have felt that they had no choice as Sterek -- something the production had never intended nor even indicated -- had become so much a part of the fandom perspective that they felt they had to do something to acknowledge it.

I'm sure you can point out other fandoms where something like this happened, and I'm sure you can point out that fandom response became so extreme that it damaged the story itself. But we got Sterek, and we have to deal with it.

#anti sterek #scott mccall #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf fandom problems #fandom racism

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littlespacereader · 1 year ago

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Haiii, I hope this request iss Oki:

I'm a trans male little who sometimes still has to deal with periods.. they make me feel very dysphoric and sad, often causing me to regress..

Could you write a fic with that theme?

I'm not set on one specific fandom, here are some options I'd love to see & you can choose wich one you want to go with!!

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[The little one would be a trans guy in every scenario.]

Stranger Things:

Steve and Eddie, both are flips in my hc, so it could be each way around.

Cg Argyle & little Jonathan Byers

Cg Nancy Wheeler & little Steve Harrington

Marvel:

Cg Wade Wilson & little Peter Parker

Cg Gwen Stacy & little Miles Morales

Criminal Minds:

Cg Jennifer Jareau & little Spencer Reid (other cg options: Penelope or Derek)

Teen Wolf:

Cg Noah Stilinski & little Stiles Stilinski (other cg options: Melissa or Scott)

Cg Boyd & little Isaac Lahey

Supernatural:

Cg Dean Winchester & little Sam Winchester

American Horror Story coven:

Cg Violet Harmon & little Kyle Spencer

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So, yeah.. any of those would be cool hehe

Thank you for reading!!

My first ever request!! Thank you so much!! I was so excited and intrigued by your idea! First off I would like to state that I am not trans myself but I am a HUGE Ally to anyone in the LGBTQ+ community! Know that you’re safe with me and I got your back💞 I absolutely loved the list of fandoms and pairings to chose from. I decided to go with Caregiver! JJ and make the Reader the Little with Spencer as an older brother Little. That being said if I don’t do this story justice I apologize from the bottom of my heart! I hope you enjoy this @dino-boyo-agere ! Thank you again for the request!!

Forever Mommy’s Little Boy

Caregiver! JJ & Trans Male Little! Reader with Big Brother Little! Spencer Reid

Tags: mentions of period, pull-ups, hurt and comfort. (Completely SFW)

Relationships: Caregiver! JJ, Uncle Derek Morgan, Big brother little! Spencer Reid, Aunt Penelope Garcia, & Trans male little! Reader.

Nicknames: baby, sweatheart, baby boy, kiddo

Breathe! Just breathe! It’s only about 10 minutes more and we’ll be going home. I can wait that long.

I sat at my desk and was waiting patiently for JJ or Morgan or literally any Caregiver in this office to announce we would be heading home. They would’ve been wrapping up everything by now…what’s taking so long?

The case, like every case before it, was long and exhausting. All I want to do is collapse into JJ’s arms and just be babied for the rest of the night but we were still stuck at work!

Regression played the devil on my shoulder, teasing and taunting me to regress at work. But I couldn’t, not yet. I had to remain big till we got to the car, then I could regress and finally relax for the weekend.

I checked again to see if any Caregivers had finished their files. Morgan sat at the desk across from me and he was still leaned down working, same went for JJ who I wanted more than anyone to finish her paperwork. The rest of the team looked the same, all expect Spencer who, like myself, finished his work early.

Spencer regresses as well. He acts as my older brother, watching out for me and creating all the creative pretend games. I’m so lucky to have him!

With a glance towards him I could see he was struggling to keep from regressing as well. At least I wasn’t alone.

Then suddenly I felt off, like weirdly off. It was a weird feeling I haven’t felt in- oh God no. I must be wrong. I have to be wrong. I quickly stood up from my desk and rushed off to the restroom. I walked in and quickly closed the stall door behind me before checking to see.

Sure enough my period arrived earlier and heavier than expected. And since I was unprepared my pants and underwear are stained noticeably. I tried my hardest to push back tears threatening to spill.

This is dead to me. This…this period, it’s just a nagging reminder of a life that didn’t feel whole. A life that wasn’t really mine, not like now. But this was just a hurtful reminder, one I definitely didn’t need right now.

This combined with my struggle to not regress was not a great combo. With a last ditch effort I cleaned myself up as best as I could before walking out and looking in the mirror. But sad and terrible thoughts plagued my mind.

Tears started to run down my face. There was no holding back my regression now. Immediately I started to just regress, feeling smaller and smaller every minute. I just wanted JJ. I wanted her to hold me and tell me it’s all okay. Tell me I’m her sweet little boy and not-

“Y/n?” Spencer asked before entering the large bathroom. He immediately froze upon seeing me.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” I must’ve caused a domino effect because I could see Spencer regressing along with me.

“Nothing, I’m fine Spence.” I tried to say, wiping away my tears as fast as possible. But Spencer wasn’t buying it. He also didn’t seem to notice the issue which I was grateful for.

“I know something’s wrong. Let me help! I want to make sure you’re okay…please.” He put a hand in my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.

“I’m fine I just-…. P-Please…get mommy.” I said, barley a whisper. Tears starts to flow again, running down my face as I started to cry.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’ll go get her.” Spencer right away said. As much as he didn’t want to leave, he knew there was only one person who could fix whatever was happening.

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JJ sat at her desk finishing up the last details on her case file. Even though they were still at work her careful Caregiver eyes spotted Y/n leaving the bullpen, and then Spencer right after.

A sinking feeling fell upon her that something was wrong, call it a Caregiver’s Spidey sense. She wishes for once she was wrong. Spencer came rushing over to her, worried and sad.

“M-…JJ, something’s wrong with Y/n.” He tried to explain sounding like his normal adult self. But his regression was in full swing and JJ could easily see it.

“What’s going on? Where is he sweetheart?” Now she was worried. A thousand questions played in her mind.

“The bathroom. I walked in to see if he was okay and I found him crying by the sink. I tried to help but he only asked for you.” Spencer explained.

JJ stood up from her desk and placed a comforting hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Thank you for looking out for your little brother and making sure he’s okay. I’m going to take care of this, and while I’m gone I want you to go to Aunt Penelope’s office and keep her company. Okay?”

Spencer nodded. “Okay…but just-.” He stopped for a moment, looking up at JJ with tears in his eyes. “Just make sure he’s okay. I’m worried about him.”

She smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I know you are sweetheart. I promise I’ll make sure Y/N’s okay.”

With that small reassurance Spencer nodded and left heading towards Garcia’s office. With Spencer taken care of JJ turned her attention to the bathroom.

When she arrived she could hear Y/n soft cries and sniffing. She knocked on the door, “Y/N? It’s me baby, it’s Mommy. Can I come in?”

Even though it was a public bathroom filled with different stalls and sinks, she wanted permission to enter his space instead of barging in.

If she wasn’t listening as closely she could’ve missed the soft “You can come in.”

JJ immediately walked in and closed the main bathroom door behind her, locking it. If someone needed the bathroom they could go to the one a floor down. For right now they needed this space, just the two of them.

Once JJ and Y/N made eye contact, it was as if the world paused so the two of them could have a moment alone together.

Her heart shattered seeing Y/N so broken and upset. She instantly made her way over to her boy and wrapped him into a tight comforting hug.

“My baby boy, what’s wrong sweetheart? What’s happened?” She asked but didn’t get much in the way of a response.

Y/N just cried into JJ shoulder, finally getting the comfort he’s wanted after this long case.

JJ decided to help Y/N along with figuring out why he was so upset. She rubbed his back with one hand and played with his hair in the other. She could tell he wasn’t in the mode to talk and that was okay. Yes and no questions it was then.

“Did someone hurt you?” She asked. He shook his head against her.

“Did someone say something to you?” Another no from him.

Thank God those were two no’s. Because if they weren’t, she would’ve killed someone.

“Sweetheart,” She said pulling them apart and looking into his teary eyes. “I want to help you as best I can right now. But I can only do it when I know what’s going on. You don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it right now. But you have to give me an idea what’s going on.” She explained.

Y/N nodded wearily. He turned around and pointed to his pants which now sadly had a small red blood stain on the back.

Immediately it all clicked into place for JJ. “Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry this happened. You’re okay baby boy, you’re okay.” She pulled him back up against her, holding him in a tight hug once more.

“Baby boy?” He broke apart and looked at JJ.

Her heart shattered at the question. She caressed his face and placed a kiss to the crown of his head, “You will always be my baby boy. This will not change that. It never has and it never will.”

More tears started to run down Y/N’s face hearing those words. JJ almost fell backwards by the force of the next hug he gave her.

“It’s okay baby. You’re okay. Mommy’s going to make it all better.” JJ said, rubbing his back to comfort him so more.

When the tears dried and his breath started to slow to a normal rate, JJ broke apart from her boy and wiped the last of the tears away.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, I’m going to get you set up in the stall over here. Then I’m going to grab your bag and get you changed into something clean and comfortable. After that we’re going to get your brother and head home. Sound good?” She asked only to get a nod and a small smile from Y/N.

“Okay let’s get you set up then.” Taking his hand in hers, she led him over the the big stall in the bathroom. Inside was your standard public bathroom only this time with a changing table made especially for Littles.

“There,” she smiled. “Now, I’m going to grab your bag from my office. Keep the door locked okay?” That got another small nod from Y/N. With a small kiss to his head she left the stall, hearing a small click of the lock on the way out.

~~~

After JJ left the bathroom I felt uncomfortable again. She just made everything so safe and comfortable. Now without her here everything felt overwhelming, scary again.

But she wouldn’t be long. She just went to grab my bag and then we would go home. I couldn’t wait to be home again, laying on the couch with my favorite stuffie on one side and JJ on the other.

But my beautiful daydream was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the bathroom. Despite my stall door being closed, I backed myself far away from the door, my back hitting the wall.

This was a restroom, it would be ignorant of me to think no one else would use it. But I want to just be alone with JJ. Now with strangers walking into the space I felt more exposed and scared.

But the person who walked in stayed by the sinks. They didn’t walk into a stall or wash their hands. Before I had a moment to really question it further, the man spoke up.

“Hey kiddo it’s just Uncle Derek. Your mom just sent me in here to stop anyone from coming in. You doing alright in there?”

A wave of relief washed over me. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and wiped a few stray tears.

“M’ doing okay.” I managed to say.

“That’s good to hear. You just let me know if you need anything okay?”

I nodded my head. But then I realized he couldn’t see it so I added a quick: “okay.”

Uncle Derek was a life saver! Not once but twice people tried to enter the bathroom but he redirected them away. I’m couldn’t have been more happy to have him there to protect me.

After what felt like years but was only really 15 minutes JJ returned and relieved Morgan of his guard duties. He knocked on the door before leaving.

“See you when you get out kiddo.” He added before leaving the bathroom to JJ and I once more.

I heard the main door to the bathroom lock before JJ knocked on the stall door. I quickly ran over and opened it to her only to see my favorite stuffie in her arms!

“I’m sorry I took so long. I thought your bag was in my office but it turns out it was in my car. But guess who was also in there waiting for you?”

I immediately grabbed the stuffie and brought him close. Between him and JJ being back, everything started to feel calm again.

“Alright baby boy, let’s get you all sorted out.”

JJ opened the changing table, quickly cleaned and placed a cover on. Then she went over to me and helped me and my stuffie up onto it.

With that she started to get to work, taking my shoes off, then my pants and underwear. Then she helped clean up and before I knew it she was sliding a fresh pull-up on me followed by my emergency set of pants.

“There you go,” she said rubbing my belly. “All fresh and clean.”

Suddenly a sad thought came across my head. “Mommy, I can’t wear a pull-up.”

“Why not? You’re too young not to wear one.” She pointed out, making me feeling smaller.

“No, it’s just that…it’s going to have blood on it.”

JJ sighed. She sat me up and held my hand in mine. “I want you to listen to me for a second Y/N. I don’t mind taking care of you whether you’re on or off your period. That changes nothing about the fact you’re my little boy. Do you understand? I still love you the same and I will never see you different. You are and will forever be my baby boy.”

More tears found their way to my eye as she pulled me into a hug once more. I felt so much better now that I was changed, but even more so now that I felt accepted. No matter what anyone said or what my body said, I’m her little boy. Forever.

“Now,” she said breaking apart. “We gotta go catch up with your brother. He’s very worried about you. I’d say he’s so worried he might let you chose the movie we watch tonight.” JJ winked.

“Really?!” I said shocked. Tonight was his movie night choice. But he was gonna let me chose?!

“Really! And if we’re really lucky we might be able to convince Uncle Derek and Aunt Penelope to stay and watch it with us.” JJ added as she helped me down.

Hand in hand the two of us walked out of that bathroom. Once out we went to Aunt Penelope’s office and met up with Spencer again.

He stood up and ran over to me “Y/n! Are you okay? I’ve been so worried!” He wrapped me in a tight hug.

I smiled against his shoulder, “I’m okay Spence.”

“While you were gone I thought of the coolest game we can play when we get home!” Spencer added excitedly once we broke apart.

“I can’t wait!” I smiled back.

“Come on boys, it’s time to go home.” JJ said after talking to Garcia.

Spencer took one hand and JJ took the other as we left the BAU. My little family always knew how to make me feel appreciated and accepted. Caregiver and Little boy. Forever and always.

#age regression #age regressor #agere #agere little #sfw age regression #sfw agere #agere post #age regression fic #trans male reader #caregiver!jj #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #little!reader #little!spencer Reid #sfw age regressor #agere sfw #sfw littlespace #little space

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sterekbros · 1 year ago

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wild and free by Winchesterek

“Are you kidding me?” Stiles asked, looking out at the beautiful waterfalls cascading into the lake in front of them.

The water shimmered shades of green and blue, which looked like emeralds and malachite glistening in the sun. The spray of the waterfall floated through the air, a cool mist clinging to their skin, making Stiles feel sticky. It looked wild and overgrown, the foliage lush and leafy, clinging to the rocks around them.

When he looked back at Derek, his skin was slick with sweat and water, making Stiles want to lick and suck his salty skin. Derek turned to smile at him and it warmed Stiles’ heart, loving how happy Derek looked.

“Just one of the most beautiful places in Croatia, Plitvice Lakes,” Derek replied, reaching out to take Sitles’ hand. “Come on. We can make it down to the water and enjoy it for a little while before we have to head back.”

“Well, we can't stay because I didn't bring my pillow,” Stiles added with a chuckle. “You know I can't sleep without it.”

“Good thing I don't plan on camping out here, then. I know I can make sure that we don't get caught, but I wanna take you somewhere nice for dinner. It’ll take us about two hours to get back to the city so we should leave before the sun goes down.”

“Good thing we got here bright and early, then.” Stiles walked along with Derek carefully and descended along the path to the water, slowly climbing over slippery rocks.

Stiles wasn't sure if this was the beautifulest place he’d ever seen, because they’d been to so many places that were so beautiful that Stiles had a hard time believing that they were real. Like Elafonisi Beach, where they’d spent a week exploring Greece and bathing in the sun. Derek’s skin was beautiful and sunkissed, while Stiles looked a little bit like a lobster for a week afterward until it turned into a light tan.

Once they were down to the water, Stiles grinned as he watched Derek strip his shirt off and toss it onto the ground on top of their bags. He openly ogled his mate, knowing that Derek could scent his arousal and he smirked as Derek unnecessarily flexed for him, but acted like it was a casual action.

Stiles stripped down to his swim shorts and carefully walked across the rocks to the bank next to Derek. “Wow…the water is so clear.”

It was unimaginable to Stiles that water could be so clear, but they’d seen oceans just as clear when they sailed around the world together. “Oh, look! Fish!” Stiles pointed and Derek smiled.

“I’m sure they’ll leave us alone when we’re in the water. Come on, let’s get in!” Derek waded into the lake first while Stiles watched him skeptically.

“There isn't anything in there that will eat me, is there?” Stiles tried to look further into the water, but it was too far away for him to see much with his puny human eyesight.

“Nothing’s going to eat you, Stiles. I’ll protect you.” Derek dipped his head back into the water and ran his hands through his hair when he was upright again. “Get in here!”

“How are you sure?! You can't see all the way over there!” Stiles said, pointing.

“Really? Get in the water, Stiles. This isn't even salt water. There are no large predators in the water here,” Derek promised with an amused look, sighing. “Get in the water! You’re more likely to run into a bear out there than anything happening to you in here. Or step on a snake.”

Stiles looked around the forest and the ground before hurrying into the water. “Why didn't you tell me there were bears! I don't even have anything to protect myself with.”

Derek laughed, wrapping his arms around Stiles when he reached him. “You have me. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.”

“You better not,” Stiles replied, wrapping his arms around Derek and drawing him in close. “Because then you’re gonna be all alone on that sailboat. What on earth would you do without me?”

“Regret all my life choices,” Derek joked, but Stiles could tell that he was being serious. “You know I couldn't go on without you. If it’s the last thing I do, it’ll always be to protect you.”

“You know I feel the same way, Derek.” Stiles' voice was soft and almost a whisper, his hand moving to cup Derek’s cheek.

The last thing he wanted to do was make Derek think about losing him. It was why he’d left with Derek to begin with, because of his injury on the job. Unfortunately, Stiles’ brain-to-mouth filter didn't always work.

And Stiles knew that he was Derek’s anchor, just as much as Derek was Stiles’. Or, well, if he was a werewolf. As much as an anchor that Derek could be for Stiles being human.

“We’ll be okay,” Derek promised, kissing Stiles tenderly. “I’ll race you to the other side,” Derek added when they parted, then laughed and dunked Stiles under the water before taking off.

Stiles sputtered as he came up, shaking the water from his face.

“Not! Fair!” Stiles shouted after Derek. “And you can't use your werewolf speed!”

But Derek was almost already at the other end of the small lake as Stiles ran his hands through his hair.

He smiled, the hot sun shining down on them and warming his skin, the cool clear water rippling around him.

This was their life. Traveling the world and being together.

It was all that Stiles ever wanted, just him and Derek and a world full of possibilities.

He dove into the water, knowing that he’d never win or catch up to Derek. But Stiles was perfectly fine with that because Derek would make it up to him later, sprawled out in the sailboat cabin, taking him apart until Stiles couldn't feel his toes and he was warm all over.

Croatia was going to become one of his favorite places in the world, full of memories.

Of him and Derek. Happy and free.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #eternalsterek #sterek is eternal #eternal sterek #sterek au #sterek fanfic #derek x stiles #stiles/derek #stiles x derek #derek/stiles #alpha derek hale #alpha derek #true alpha derek hale #mine #my fic #my art

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smt-obsessed · 9 months ago

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✰MASTERLIST✰

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Hello! I'm a part of a lot of fandoms and I like to write!

Here's my Masterlist of all of the fandoms/characters I'll be writing for, and all of my works and works in progress.

But I write slower than fuck, please bear with me lol.

requests are open ♡

(check out my pinned post for more information.)

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American Horror Story

(I can see this one being the cause of a lot of darkfics, especially Hotel. There will always be a trigger warnings list before anything I write, so please read it if you feel like you might need it.)

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Cordelia Goode

Madison Montgomery

Misty Day

The Countess

James Patrick March

John Lowe

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Attack On Titan

(I'm gonna be honest; I haven't finished it. But I want to, even though I know the ending! But I've also been wanting to write for them... So please forgive me if they seem a little out of character, it'll get better I promise! I'll also probably be rewatching and getting caught up on it while writing these lol. I'll update y'all!)

Armin Arlert

Connie Springer

Eren Jaeger

Hange Zoë

Jean Kirstein

Levi Ackerman

Mikasa Ackerman

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Criminal Minds

(I had a really bad "Criminal Minds" hyper fixation 2 years ago, but I got out of it before I could finish any of the fics I had set up for them, so I deleted most of them like a year ago 😭)

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

Spencer Reid

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D.C.

I just recently rewatched the first "Deadpool" movie and remembered how much I love it, so I'll hopefully be writing for him soon, as well as Harley Quinn! I'm also thinking that maybe I'll write about both of them x reader... But I'm not sure, we'll see!

Harley Quinn

Wade Wilson / Deadpool

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Jujustu Kaisen

So I haven't watched the second season 🙈 I was really liking it! but, in all honesty-

⚠SPOILERS⚠

I got spoiled on pretty much everything and I just could not continue on, knowing almost all of them were gonna die 😭.

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

Nanami Kento

Nobara Kugisaki

Yuji Itadori

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Life is Strange

(Fun fact! I've never played this myself, I've just watched Jacksepticeye play it a lot, lolol. ♡ I'll probably add Rachel and Sean to this list but I definitely need to re-watch those two first.)

Chloe Price

Max Caulfield

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My Hero Academia

(This is the first place I tried to shift too (iykyk), It never happened- but I might try again soon!)

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Iiada Tenya

Izuku Midoriya

JiTn BuWbaIigaCwaEra

Katsuki Bakugo

Kyoka Jiro

Momo Yaoyorozu

Shoto Todoroki

Tamaki Amajiki

Toya Todoroki

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Ouran High School Host Club

(My comfort anime. it's problematic but so good.)

Haruhi Fujioka

Hikaru Hitachiin

Kaoru Hitachiin

Kyoya Ootori

Takashi Morinozuka

Tamaki Suoh

Mitskuni Haninozuka

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Spy X Family

(I love this show, I haven't finished it yet- but that's only because I'm waiting for the second part of the second season to be dubbed on Hulu!)

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

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The Sturniolo Triplets

(I'm hyper-fixating on Matt at the moment, so I'm really sorry if I'm slow at writing for literally anyone else. 😭)

Chris Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo

Nick Sturniolo

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The Umbrella Academy

(I absolutely love this show, I'm happy to talk about it with whoever wants to!)

Allison Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Lila Pitts

Luther Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

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The Walking Dead

(This is probably my favorite show ever; I've been watching it from the very start. Talk with me about it in my asks or messages!)

Beth Greene

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Michonne

Negan Smith

Rick Grimes

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And that's it!

(for now at least)

I would like to restate what I said at the top of this post; I really do want to write. I love thinking of ideas, planning it out and writing it!

But I'm very indecisive person as well as a perfectionist and so honestly, I'm just very slow at it. 😅

I promise I'll try to post as often as I can though.

I love y'all! Ttyl. ♡

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romanticcorpse · 10 months ago

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Who is your favorite character in every game you gameplayed?

Gameplayed or not for yt, there it comes:

Btd 1: Strade cause he is something... Messy and i like it

Btd 2: .D, definily

The price of flesh: Stupid Derek for sure

Lovers trophy: its hard to decide but Wade, he does his past hit my past like a damn train so its fair

Courtin Cowboys: Florence cause the motherfucker is twisted and acts like he is in Melanie Martinez's Death

Lurking for love: Jacob, not only cause he looks like my boyfriend but also cause its comfy seeing him fighting with Austin

John Doe: his tshirt, cause it changes everytime he feels a diferent emotion

Br0ken colors: OUR FRIEND DG FOR SURE!

#courtincowboys #courtin cowboys #lovers trophy #boyfriend to death 2 #boyfriend to death #the price of flesh #lurking for love #john doe #br0ken colors

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wolverinesleftclaw · 4 months ago

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Mia’s rules 💌

who i write for, rules, and everything else!

rules ⋆𐙚₊˚ʚ🌷ɞ⊹.˚

who i write for ➻❥ any of the characters i lost below.

what i’ll write for ➻❥ smut, fluff & angst.

what i will not write for ➻❥ incest, noncon, r*pe, sa, death, murder & anything i may be uncomfortable with.

other notes ➻❥ i love taking requests so please always ask 💌

my blog is for anyone over the age of eighteen! however, i can’t stop everyone from reading, i understand the urges and emotions so please just read wisely.

i love all kinks, no hate here! there are a couple i won’t write for but i’m very open to trying!

as always, please never interact if you are in anyway homophobic, racist, transphobic, sexist, just blatantly rude or ignorant! i don’t like all dicks just imaginary ones!

my messages are always open! if anything triggers you or you at any point are unhappy with anything posted here please let me know! we are all human, the least i can do is be a decent one 💌

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who i write for !!

outerbanks

⟢ rafe cameron

⟢ jj maybank

criminal minds

⟢ aaron hotchner

⟢ spencer reid

teen wolf

⟢ stiles stilinski

⟢ derek hale

marvel

⟢ bucky barnes

⟢ steve rogers

⟢ tony stark

⟢ wade wilson

⟢ logan howlett

tvd

⟢ elijah mikaelson

⟢ klaus mikaelson

⟢ kol mikaelson

#hugh jackman #logan howlett smut #wolverine #deadpool #deadpool and wolverine #logan howlett #iron man #logan howlett x reader #tony stark #wolverine smut #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years ago

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Hey, sorry you’re having a rough time at work (I totally feel you on the emails thing - I’m off this week and will definitely have hundred of emails to wade through when I get back on Monday).

You asked for headcannons/thoughts, and one that’s consuming my brain right now is the idea of Morgan finding out that Hotch and Emily are together and being pissed about it. I’m thinking because of some mixture of assuming it’s nothing serious and being annoyed that they’re potentially risking the team dynamic for a fling, with a bit of perhaps also thinking Hotch is too emotionally damaged/repressed/stoic to give Emily what she needs and deserves.

I love the idea of him being kind of shitty to them about it, but then accidentally observing them together when they don’t know anybody is watching them (perhaps several times) and realising he had it all wrong.

Thank you so much!! Work continues to be rough, but I have an interview this week for another role so fingers crossed <3

I hope your first week back wasn't too bad, and that you didn't have too many emails to wade through!!

This is for you, and anyone else who may be feeling the Sunday Scaries

-x-

Assumptions

His mother had always told him he made too many assumptions.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: none!

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“At this rate, Dave will have had more book launch parties than he did weddings.”

Aaron laughs at his girlfriend's joke, squeezing her hand as they step onto Dave’s porch, the sound of the party inside slightly muffled by the door, “As he’d remind you himself, he only got married three times.”

“That’s still three more times than I’ve been married,” she mumbles, raising her eyebrow at him and he leans in to kiss her cheek.

“We’ll have to get working on your first marriage then,” he jokes, winking at her as he pulls back, “Let you catch up.”

She rolls her eyes at him but can’t help but laugh, shaking her head as he manages to calm her down with nothing more than his smile and his dry sense of humour. They’d been together for eight months but had only recently told the team, the delay in telling them partially down to her concern over their reactions and partially due to enjoying it being a secret. She knew Aaron was it for her, and she was it for him, the chance at happiness that they both deserved after everything. She saw everything with him.

Living together (which they practically did already.)

Marriage (she knew he had a ring.)

Kids (something she hadn’t realised how much she wanted before him.)

She was sure about her relationship, about the decisions she had made, but she felt nervous about their first social event with the team since they told them about them being together. She knew they’d be watched closely, even with other guests around for the book launch, and she wanted to turn around and go home with Aaron.

“It will be ok, you know,” Aaron says, seemingly reading her mind as he squeezes her hand again. She turns and looks at him, slowly blowing out a breath.

“Derek has been acting…strangely since we told them,” she says, biting her lower lip as she looks at Aaron, “He won’t talk to me.”

The rest of the team had reacted exactly as she thought they would. Penelope was excited, the screech she let out loud enough Emily was surprised it hadn’t pierced her eardrums. JJ had been more subdued in her delight for them, pulling Emily into a hug as she whispered that she knew she must have been seeing someone because she seemed happier. Spencer had been confused, having to have it spelt out for him after the more subtle approach had failed. Dave, of course, claimed he’d known all along. A shit-eating grin on his face as he looked them up and down, a sparkle to his eyes that simultaneously irritated and delighted Emily.

Derek had barely reacted. Shrugging off the news like it was nothing before he left the room once they confirmed how long they had been together. Reacting like Emily hadn’t lost sleep over telling them, over showing them this part of herself that she treasured so deeply. She’d always been private, but found herself all the more keen to play her cards close to her chest since Paris. The way that everything that had happened with Ian was revealed had left her feeling raw, torn open in a way she still felt as if she was recovering from even now.

“You know what he’s like, sweetheart,” Aaron says, squeezing her hand and smiling encouragingly at her, “He doesn’t always react well to change.”

She sighs, “I know,” she replies, “I know that. I guess I just…”

“Wanted your friend to be happy for you,” Aaron finishes for her as she drifts off, and she smiles sadly, nodding in response.

“Yeah,” she chokes out, “After everything is that really too much to ask?” She says, shrugging one of her shoulders.

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Aaron offers and she shakes her head, stepping closer to him to stamp a kiss against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as he places his hands on her hips.

“Thats sweet, but no,” she replies, scratching his scalp with her blunt nails, “It will be ok.”

She leans in to kiss him again but the door opens, the sound of the party getting louder as they turn to look at Dave, a wide grin on his face.

“I was going to just let you stay out here a little longer,” he quips, leaning on the door frame, “But I didn’t want you to start making out on my porch. It’s way too early in the evening for a show.”

Emily rolls her eyes at him and reaches for Aaron’s hand, linking their fingers together as they walk into the house together.

“Shut up, Dave.”

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She kisses Aaron on the cheek as she walks away, squeezing his hand once before she walks towards the kitchen to get another glass of wine, weaving through the crowd of Dave’s guests as she goes.

She pauses in the doorway as she realises the kitchen is empty apart from Derek. She’s about to turn and walk away, already feeling like enough of a spectacle with how Penelope kept looking at her and Aaron like they were the latest enclosure of a zoo, without adding to it, but Derek spots her.

“Hi Emily,” he says, smiling tightly at her before he looks back down to the beer he was reaching for, twisting the top from it.

“Hi,” she replies, smiling at him before she walks in, placing her glass on the counter before she reaches for the bottle of wine, the sound of it pouring loud in the otherwise quiet kitchen. She hates the awkwardness. It reminds her too much of those first days back in DC when everyone kept looking at her like she’d disappear, and Derek still wasn’t sure if he could trust her.

“Are you sure you’ve thought this through?”

She freezes briefly at the unexpected question before she places the bottle of wine back down on the counter, and picks up her glass of wine before she turns to look at him, making sure her face is neutral as her eyes meet his.

“Thought what through, Derek?” She asks, even though she knows the answer she wants to hear him say it.

He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest, “Are you sure you and Hotch are right for each other?”

“Why would you ask that?” She asks, and he shrugs, throwing his hands up in the air.

“He’s not the kind of guy I thought you’d go for. He isn’t exactly your type, and he’s emotionally repressed,” he chuckles, “We’ve made fun of him for it for as long as we’ve known each other.”

“That was before…” she clears her throat, stopping herself from saying anything she knows Aaron wouldn’t want her to say, “It’s different now.”

She’d always known Aaron’s stoic nature was his way of protecting himself from the things they saw day in, day out. That it was a mask he wore so often he sometimes forgot to take it off, the seriousness that came with it almost second nature to him. It was only when they got together and he let her see behind that mask that she truly realised how deep it ran. How he wasn’t just protecting himself from their work but from everything he’d been through. From his father and the childhood he rarely spoke of.

From the man he spent every day terrified he would turn into.

It made her protective of him, her shackles rising at Derek’s words that she’d heard many times before.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he says, raising his eyebrows at her, “Are you sure you’re right for each other?”

She’s grateful for her years of training, both from her mother and Interpol, because she doesn’t react, knowing he’d try to analyse even the slightest change to her expression.

“Yes,” she says simply, an attempt to leave no room for argument that she knows deep down won’t work.

He raises an eyebrow at her, “That easy?”

“Yes,” she says again, having a sip of her wine, “That easy.”

“I guess you have had eight months to think about it,” he challenges, unrelenting now he’d started, and she almost feels like she was being interrogated by her friend.

“Is that your problem with it?” She asks, matching his directness. He furrows his brow and opens his mouth to argue, but she stops him before he can, “Don’t lie to me and say you don’t have a problem with it. You’ve been short with me for days, and you’ve all but cornered me at our friend's house to interrogate me about it.”

“I’m not interrogating you.”

She chuckles humourlessly and has another sip of wine, “If you aren’t, you really need to work on your tone of voice,” she says, blowing out a steady breath to try to calm herself down, not wanting this to escalate, “We kept it a secret because we wanted to.”

It wasn't that simple, and she knew it. But it was all she was willing to say here, all she was willing to divulge when he was like this. An unmovable force who would think he was correct no matter what she said.

“Not because you thought you had something to be ashamed of?”

She clenches her jaw, and she feels anger flash through her body, a lick of fire that she can’t control, “I have nothing to be ashamed of,” she says tightly, not liking the insinuation, like the relationship between her and Aaron was something she should feel bad about. She stares at him, the thought she hadn’t been able to shake since his poor reaction just days ago floating around her head. She clears her throat, her chest tight as she asks the question that, if she’s honest, has been on the tip of her tongue for months, “Is this about Ian?”

It’s Derek’s turn to tense, barely covering his reaction as something close to anger and embarrassment flashes across his face, and she wonders what it means that it brings her some form of joy. That all this time later he felt some shame about the things he had thought, and said, about her in the fallout of Ian and his relentless chase of her.

“He told you about that?” He asks, his body tight.

“No,” she replies, biting the inside of her cheek as his face relaxes, confusion washing over it, “Dave did,” she swallows thickly, “Aaron has always been a better man than you give him credit for.”

She knows he doesn’t miss the double meaning behind her words. That Aaron was more well suited for her than Derek gave him credit for, and that he’d kept what Derek had said from her, to save her feelings as well as the other man from how he currently felt.

Derek sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Look, Princess-”

“You don’t have to understand what I did then,” she says, cutting off the apology she doesn’t want to hear, and she laughs bitterly, “You don’t even have to agree with it, but you don’t get to use it again me,” she steps closer to him, “And you certainly don’t get to use it to judge my relationship with the man I love.”

“Em-”

“Excuse me,” she says, walking past him determinedly, wanting the conversation to end before it goes any further, not wanting it to escalate at all, let alone tonight, she turns to look at him, “If you could get your shit together before we get married though I’d appreciate it, because thats where this is going whether you like it or not,” she smiles at the thought of it despite the situation, “And it would be a shame to not invite you.”

She walks away before he can respond. ___

His mother had always told him he made too many assumptions.

Derek knows he is wrong the moment Emily walks away, a tightness to her shoulders that was always the first sign she was upset. He wants to apologise, to seek her out immediately, but he knows it’s no use, that she won’t listen to him until she’s calmed down a little.

He only feels worse when he speaks to Penelope. She pulls him aside and half-shouts at him through her teeth as she tries, and fails, to not draw any attention to them as she tells him off. Derek could count on one hand the number of times Penelope had been genuinely mad at him and he knew this was definitely one of them. Her eyes wide as she tells him he’d not better nor ruin this for Aaron and Emily or, she adds, for her. Derek knew that she’d always hoped on some level that they would get together and would mention it any time she was drunk, commenting that they were perfect for each other, something he’d never quite been able to see.

At first, he thought it was merely a fling. A throwaway relationship that Aaron and Emily were sharing with them that would forever alter the dynamics of the team. His anger only increased minutes later when they finally got the chance to explain they’d been together a while, eight months of secrecy and white lies that made him furious.

The last time Emily had kept a secret from them he’d carried her coffin, and all of it had come flooding back.

Derek sighs as he scratches the back of his head, the party around him is too loud for how he was feeling, and he decides to head outside, desperate for some fresh air. He’s only just stepped outside, the cool air soothing against his skin, when he spots them across Dave’s backyard, tucked into a corner together away from everyone else. For a moment he’s worried they’ve seen him too, but they are too wrapped up in each other to realise he’s outside, and he takes a moment to watch them.

Emily’s back is against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest as if she’s holding herself together. She has Aaron’s jacket over her shoulders, protecting her from the cold, and she’s looking up at him. Aaron is leaning against the wall, one of his hands next to her head, boxing her in against the brick wall, and the other on her neck, his thumb tracing back and forth over her jawline, touching her like she was made of something precious.

He can’t hear what they are saying, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know Aaron is comforting her. His eyes soft in a way Derek doesn’t think he’s ever seen from the other man before, looking down at Emily as if she is the only thing in the whole world at that moment. Emily nods at whatever Aaron has said, and she pulls him in for a kiss, her hand tight around the collar of his shirt as she holds him in place.

It’s a tenderness he hadn’t known either of them was capable of, something he hadn’t seen in them before, and it puts the final part of any assumption he’d made about them and their relationship well and truly to bed.

Emily suddenly looks over at him, as if aware that she was being watched, and she says something to Aaron who looks over too, his face hardening before Derek’s eyes, and he’s surprised he hasn’t turned to stone. Emily grabs Aaron’s face and speaks to him with an amused smile on her face, stamping a kiss against his lips before he steps back. Aaron walks towards Derek, sending him a stern look that he knows says nothing other than “hurt her again and I’ll kill you,” before he heads inside, clearly leaving Derek and Emily alone at her request.

He hears a clearing of a throat and looks up to find Emily standing right next to him, “You move pretty damn quietly, princess.” He says, his hand over his heart and she smiles.

“Well, it’s the first thing they teach you when you’re a spy,” she jokes, her smile fading as their eyes meet, “Derek-”

“I’m sorry,” he says, cutting over her, “I was out of line and…I’m sorry. You’re right, it’s not my place and Pen made that clear too.”

Emily purses her lips to cover a laugh, “She did?”

“Yeah,” Derek nods, shaking his head as he laughs, “She said I ‘better not ruin this for her.’”

Emily laughs for real this time, throwing her head back, “Well, I think she’s been planning the wedding since long before Aaron and I actually got together. She’s tried to push me towards him for years,” she gives him a half shrug, her teeth digging into her bottom lip, “Maybe I should have listened sooner.”

He watches her carefully, taking in how casually she says it, the second mention of a type of commitment that would have sent the Emily Prentiss he thought he knew running in the other direction.

“You’re that sure about it? About him?”

Emily looks past him, and Derek turns to see Aaron standing just on the other side of the glass door, watching them intently, and he looks back at her, not missing how her eyes sparkle and she nods.

“More sure than I have ever been about anything,” she says before she looks up at him, “I understand it might take a little while to get used to-”

‘Em-”

“I get it, but please at least try to be happy for me,” she says, her smile vulnerable, “I think it took me dying to realise I wasn’t really living.”

He takes a deep breath at that, the memory of burying her always too much to bear, and he slowly blows it back out, “I am happy for you,” he says, and she raises an eyebrow at him and he laughs, “Ok, I will get there. I just need some time to adjust.”

She smiles and nods, “I can accept that,” she looks past him again, and he doesn’t have to turn around to know Aaron is still staring at him, his gaze burning into his back, “I should go in there before he starts planning your murder in any more detail than he already has.”

Derek nods and lets her pass, only turning when he hears the door click behind her. He watches as Aaron pulls her into a hug, whispering something in her ear that makes her laugh in a way that he hasn’t heard in a long time, loud and beaming even through the glass door, and it makes him smile.

Five months later, he claims he doesn’t cry during their wedding ceremony, something Penelope immediately calls him out on when she tells a delighted Emily at the reception that he’d had to borrow her bright pink handkerchief.

-x-

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