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Hii I love your fic recs!! Can you recommend me some sterek fics with soft derek? Mostly canon or canon complient ? But alternate universe is fine too.
Hii can you please recommend me some soft derek/ maybe feminine derek fics. I just really want to read some soft derek fics.
Let me just say, I mostly had no idea where to go with this. đ¤Śđťââď¸ Also, I did restrain myself from making this nothing but Derek + kittens fics. It was really hard though. đĽ°
Kintsugi by artemis69 | 7.8K
Derek is too big, and strong, and a werewolf. He knows perfectly well what men are and arenât allowed to be.
Stiles would beg to differ.
In which there are pretty boys, flowers, panties, glitter, and Stiles gives a heartfelt fuck you to the concept of toxic masculinity.
Kittens Can Happen to Anyone by tsukinofaerii | 3.8K
When Stiles shows up at Derek's door with a box of orphaned kittens, Derek has no idea what he's getting into. With the cats, either.
I'm Setting the Standard for Living a Dream by skoosiepants | 2.9K
Derek is scowling at the camera, Henley unbuttoned. He looks sleep-mussed and unamused and there are two fuzzy balls of floof cradled in his arms. One is pawing at Derekâs mouth, the other is asleep in the curve of his elbow. Both are stripy orange and fluffy-furred with pink noses and pink beans, they are so super cute it makes Stilesâs eyes water a little.
five times Derek and Stiles weren't actually boyfriends (and one time they were) by HalfFizzbin | 2.8K
In which Derek and Stiles are essentially a married couple. Except they're not actually dating.
i wait for you like a lonely house by bleep0bleep | 4.5K
Derek isnât sure why he buys the house. He doesnât need the space, that much is certain. While itâs not as big as the one Derek grew up in, something about the cheerful yellow paint and the wide staircase (with banisters wide enough for children to slide down) draws him in.
Wait by cutloosemcgoose | 23.4K | Explicit
Sitting on his couch, staring at the wall, it feels like Derek is watching his whole, miserable, lonely life flash before his eyes. Heâs twenty four and heâs alone. No family, no friends, no real pack. Heâs six days away from spending one of the most family-oriented holidays of the year trying to avoid any human interaction. If anyone could see him right now, they would tell him he looks pathetic. If Laura could see him right now, she would probably beat the crap of him and then tell him heâs a loser.
Babcia Knows Best by thepsychicclam | 11.8K
Stiles takes his grandmother to bingo every Thursday. Now there's a new guy calling out the numbers, and his grandmother has decided to set them up.
Somebody That I Used to Know by PercyByssheShelley | 10.3K | Mature
Stiles and Derek have been together for months.
The trouble is, they weren't yesterday.
36 Questions by Leslie_Knope | 8K
âSo Iâm doing my senior psych thesis on friendships,â Erica says, not-so-accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs as she turns to face Stiles. âHow they develop, how intimacy is fostered, stuff like that.â
âThatâs cool,â Stiles says agreeably. âWhatâs our part?â
âWell, I canât really tell you the point because that would influence the results. But itâs a set of 36 questions that you have to ask each other.â
âJust the two of us?â Derek chimes in, finally, and Stiles sighs.
âOkay, dude,â he says, making a face, âcould you try not to look quite so offended? Like, my egoâs pretty strong, but come on, man.â
Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband | 25K | Explicit
A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.
Then Stiles shows up.
Maybe Someday (I'll Be Home For Next Year) by ofherlionheart | 16.3K
Derek Hale meets a Mabel Stilinski while living in New York. He learns that she has a grandson. There are miscommunications, scarves, stealth-matchmaking plans, and cookies. Many, many cookies.
#asks#sterek fics#ficrecs#sourwolfsprettyeyes#soft derek#dere hale deserves nice things#stiles is a nice thing#domestic derek#domestic sterek#derek loves cats
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Was reorganizing files on my laptop and forgot about this little project of mine. I decided to finish it.
Anyway these are the Sterek Variants I ship:
Basically, ONLY movies, I had seen the movie and their situation/environments make it possible for their characters to meet
#sterek#stiles x derek#Stuart#the internship#jack harper#can you keep a secret#mitch rapp#american assassion#marty#stratton#joel#love and monsters#mark west#the domestics#anonaure#anonazure art#sterek variants
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Little Handprints
There are little handprints on the walls. Eli has little hands. Case solved.
Based on the incorrect quote
Read it on AO3, here
Stiles leant against the kitchen counter, dragging his hand down his face as he let out a heavy sigh. A heavy case load and late nights were starting to wear him thin. And even when he wasnât working late, his mind ran rampant, making sleep near impossible.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to wake himself more.
The sound of plastic clattering caught his attention. Stiles turned to look where Eli sat in his booster seat at the table. The food tray on his seat was splattered with toast and jam.
âYou okay there, Trouble?â Stiles asked.
Eli giggled as he snatched up one of the pieces of jam-covered toast that he had knocked over and took a bite out of it.
âYeah,�� he chirped through a mouthful of mushed toast.
The nickname that had come from Eliâs comedic timing; Stilesâ dad said something about trouble following wherever Stiles and Derek go, and Eli toddled in after them at that moment, prompting the
Sheriff to say, âAnd hereâs trouble!â
The name stuck. And it proved to be fitting on several occasions.
Stiles slid the coffee pot from the percolator and poured the dark liquid into his mug, heaping in spoonfuls of sugar before walking around the corner of the bench and into the dining room.
âYummy?â Stiles asked as he walked over to the table and sat down next to Eliâs booster seat.
âYummy,â Eli replied around another mouthful.
Stiles gave him a soft smile before resting his elbows on the table and letting his heady fall, heavy, into his hands.
âYou okay?â Eli asked, his sweet voice coiled with worry.
âIâm okay, bud,â Stiles replied, unable to lift his head. âJust tired.â
He felt something tap his cheek. He lifted his head and turned to see what was poking him.
Eli held out a half-eaten piece of toast for him.
Stiles couldnât help but smile.
âThanks, bud,â he said softly, taking the piece of toast offered to him. He ate the toast, dusting the crumbs off his hand before laying his head back in his hands and watching his son eat his breakfast.
He let his mind drift, the world blurring into swirls of colour and movement. His eyes grew heavy as the seductive embrace of sleep crept into the back of his mind. His heavy eyes drifted shut and he sank into the darkness.
âStiles?â Derek called from the hallway, starling Stiles.
âHmm?â Stiles hummed questioninglyâthe most he could muster up.
âWhy are there little handprints on the walls?â Derek asked, peering around the open doorframe of the dining room.
Stiles blinked a few times, his mind rattling through the mess of thoughts for an answer. He lifted his head slightly and turned to look at Eli in his high chair.
âWhy are there little handprints on the walls?â he whispered.
âBecause I have little hands,â Eli answered, holding up his jam-and-crumb-covered hands to show him.
Stiles turned his head to look at Derek.
âBecause he has little hands,â he repeated.
Derek let out a soft chuckle, turning back towards the hallway to hide his smile.
It took a moment for Stilesâ brain to catch up with what he said, realisation stirring him enough for him to sit up and drag his hand down his face.
âWhat is it this time?â
âMarkers,â Derek answered. âThankfully, itâs the washable ones that Lydia got him.â
âIâll clean it,â he volunteered, pushing back his chair as he tried to summon what little energy he had left.
âNo,â Derek said softly. âTrouble and I will clean it after we finish breakfast.â
âIâm Trouble!â Eli said excitedly, perking up at his nickname.
Stiles and Derek couldnât help but laugh.
âYes, you are,â Stiles said softly, smiling lovingly as he reached out and gently tousled Eliâs hair.
#sterek#sterek au#stiles stilinski#derek hale#eli hale#eli stilinski hale#sterek fic#sterek fanfic#sterek fanfiction#sterek drabble#sterek one shot#sterek short one shot#sterek short fic#dad stiles#dad!stiles#tired stiles#tired!stiles#dad derek#dad!derek#sterek domestic au#sterek parents au#sterek dads au#domestic sterek#domestic!sterek#baby eli#toddler eli#fluff#sterek fluff#little handprints#sterek incorrect quotes
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The Cat's Out of the Bag [Hotch x Reader]
Photo credits: Left (@flowersforfrancis) Center (@hotchs-big-hands) Right (@grapeperfume)
Prompt: Aaron accidentally lets slip that he and the reader are together when the reader takes him home from the office while he has a cold. The team has a range of emotions about the news and Aaron and the reader go back to the office to face the music together.Â
Pairing: [established relationship] Aaron x BAU!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns.Â
Category: fluff/comfortÂ
Word Count: 9.7K
Content Warnings: Sickness [cold/fever], headache, mention of abuse and beatings [in the past (Hotch)], minor mention of intimacy. Relationship reveal. If I missed any, please let me know.Â
A/N: Hi loves! If you are headed into Spring Break this week have fun and please be safe. If you donât have a break this week, please donât let the Sunday scaries get to you. Be kind to yourself today. This fic is based on my March CM Prompt List (linked) The prompt is, âA character manages to catch a cold in the middle of Spring.â I hope you like this little fluffy fic. It was really fun to write. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope youâre having a great start to your week and thanks for reading. Love Levi - â¤ď¸
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Aaron liked to have control over most things. Even in things he couldnât or perhaps shouldnât control, he still tried to. This could include running on an injured ankle, or going out even though he knew it was too hot for his liking in an outfit that didnât suit the heat. Half of this had to do with the fact that he could be stubborn, and the other half was a bit darker. The times that he went over these limits had often to do with his ability to endure. He knew a good deal about endurance from his work as a prosecutor, the leader of the BAU, and most impactful to him, from his childhood. His father had often reminded him that he wasnât strong or a man with his fists, or a belt, or bottle, or anything Mr. Hotchner senior could get a hold on, and Aaron had endured it. Heâd lived beyond it. Even with that being the case, and him trying to work through his questions about inadequacy, he still pushed himself too hard sometimes. It was a sort of naturally ingrained response unless he caught it early on.Â
y/n had noticed this trait in him and had brought it up a few times when they were more stable in their relationship. It hadnât exactly been an easy topic, as y/n wasnât sure why Aaron, who cared about his health and ability to perform in the field would seem to hurt himself by doing something reckless by his standards. One afternoon, when heâd limped toward her, y/n tilted her head and said, âHey, how was your run?â y/n had stayed behind to play with Jack on the swings and playground while Aaron got in his long Saturday run. He and y/n would normally go early, but they had both slept through their alarm due to a long case earlier that week, a swamp of paperwork when they got back and some mandatory training on Friday. All in all, it had been too long a week for anyone to like, and they needed the rest. Thus, the plans for the day had been postponed.Â
Aaron wiped a hand over his face and then over his shirt. y/n looked at Jack who was now on the slide and then back to Hotch. y/n noticed how he was favoring one foot. She knew his gait better than anyone and it was easy to tell that something was up. Aaron could see it in y/nâs face -- the concern. He tried to brush it off by saying, âIt was fine. My time was slower than normal, but Iâd say that it was because I was so tired.â What Aaron had said was a lie. His ankle had started to hurt about halfway through his run, but heâd ignored it and pressed on anyway. By the time heâd gotten to the last mile, his right ankle was throbbing in pain. Heâd fixed his expression to the best of his ability when he rounded the bend where heâd see y/n. He didnât want her to be concerned. His faking a normal expression and lying didnât stop y/n from seeing that something was wrong. y/n was about to ask him to clarify because she didnât have to tell him that he was lying to see that something was wrong. However, Jack came and hugged the back of her legs, looked up at his dad, and said, âHi Daddy!â Aaron smiled and replied, âHey Buddy. Did you have fun on the playground?â Jack nodded his head enthusiastically and said, âMh hm, I made new friends.â This fact warmed Hotchâs heart. Jack could struggle sometimes in meeting new people. Aaron said, âThatâs great, Jack. Now I hear that itâs going to get hot in a few minutes, so how about we head home?â Jack and y/n nodded, and y/n watched as Jack scrambled into his dadâs arms. Again she noticed the brief flash of pain on his face as they moved to the car.Â
y/n waited until they got to Aaronâs apartment and Jack was tucked in for a nap that y/n moved to Hotchâs bedroom to ask him what was up. She didnât hope this ended in an argument, but it seemed like this was something he was keeping from her and Aaron could be so closed off about his personal life sometimes. But if he was hurting, y/n wanted to know about it. She moved into Hotchâs bedroom where he was taking off his shirt and getting ready for a shower. y/n stood in front of him as he was sitting on the bed and leaning down to take off his socks as y/n said, âAaron, whatâs going on? You looked like you were hurting back there in the park. Also when you picked up Jack.âÂ
Aaron tried one last attempt to avoid this conversation as he said, âWell, my ankle is acting up a bit, but Iâm sure it will be fine.â y/n blocked him from standing and took both of his large hands in hers. His fingers were calloused in the same places as hers from holding a gun or a pen in a grip that was probably too tight from stress. It was comforting to feel the thickness of his skin mirrored in her palm. y/n looked down at him and said, âAaron please be honest with me?â Hotch looked down at their entwined hands and then back up at y/n. He didnât like lying. So much of their relationship had been built on trust. Theyâd gotten together a few months after Haley had called their marriage quits. If Aaron was being honest, heâd loved y/n for a while before his union with Haley dissolved. But Hotch was a man who believed in his commitment to his wife and heâd never done or said anything to y/n, his newest agent, until long after he had his wife split. He loved Haley dearly and heâd never hurt her by cheating. And y/n loved Aaron and his commitment too, so they were willing to give up any hope with a man she had slowly come to admire more than just a boss, fellow agent, or friend. y/n fully holding herself back had been one of the reasons Hotch had liked her so much. Heâd seen women fling themselves at him while he was fully with Haley. Before their relationship got rocky. Even when Haley was pregnant with Jack women had tried to woo him. But never y/n. Even when she knew that he and Haley were struggling she never made a move. She had distanced herself more from him. Had supported him and let things play out to their natural conclusion.Â
As Aaron thought about the kinds of sacrifice y/n had made for him, he squeezed her hand and said, âMy right ankle is hurting me pretty badly actually. It started in the middle of the run. I think itâs from when I had to dodge that bullet in the last case. I tweaked it a bit then, but it didnât hurt much so I ignored it. But today on my run it really started acting up.â As soon as y/n heard this, she dropped to her knees next to the bed and gently pulled off his right sock. She didnât care about how the sock or his feet smelled. If Aaron was in pain, y/n needed to make sure he was okay. By the look of his swollen and slightly bruised ankle, it didnât look great. y/n gently caressed the spot on his foot and Aaron flinched instinctually even though y/n hadnât hurt him. She looked up at his dark brown eyes and asked, âSweetheart why did you keep running on this? It must have hurt you. You could have called me and I would have brought Jack and helped you?â y/n had never seen Aaron hurt or allow himself to be hurt like this. Sure, sheâd seen him overwork himself, but this was different, this was physical more than mental.â Aaron bit the inside of his cheek before putting his arm under y/nâs arm and guiding her to sit beside him.Â
Once she was seated next to him and looking at him with the same concern, he heaved a small sigh before saying, âI felt like I had to I guess. Sometimes I get that way.â y/n tried to understand why heâd feel that way and said, âWhy, youâre hurting yourself. I wouldnât see you as weak if you needed a break. Youâre the strongest man I know. You donât have to prove that to anyone.â Hotch closed his eyes and leaned his head into the crook of her shoulder smelling the slightly floral scent of her perfume. He didnât want to be seen as he replied, âItâs not about proving it to anyone else, itâs about proving it to me. My⌠my father always said I was weak. He tried to break me and he never did, but sometimes I canât push those thoughts out of my head. I know itâs juvenile to explain it like that, it was so long ago, but it still happens sometimes.â y/n turned to him, wrapped him in a tight hug, and stayed there for a minute to let the words sit around them. To give them the time they deserved. y/n pulled away and looked at Aaron saying, âItâs not dumb and it makes sense. Your father treated you horribly, so it makes sense that that would stick with you. I just donât want you to hurt yourself. I want you to know that you are good enough. Iâll keep telling you that until you believe it.â Aaron nodded slightly and gave y/n a soft smile. He should have known that y/n would understand him. It wasnât easy for him to have these conversations. To open up. He knew he was lucky to have y/n in his life who knew him so well and could tell that he needed some help sometimes in dealing with his thought process.Â
y/n stood up and said, âNow, we can talk more about this later, but I want you to stay right there, No moving around and no shower. Just hang tight.â Aaron smiled and said, âYes maâam.â y/n chuckled at his tone but got up and moved first to the hallway where they kept a basin to clean Jackâs shoes in when they got muddy at school. y/n then got a glass of water and added ice before turning the tap to hot. Once the temperature was warm, but not scalding, she filled the basin. y/n then grabbed some Epsom salt from under the sink and added a fourth of a cup to the warm water; she stirred it with her hand until the salt began to dissolve. When y/n was happy with the mix, she carried the basin with two hands into the bedroom and carefully set it down on the carpet without spilling any of the liquid inside. She moved Aaronâs injured foot into the water and as soon as his ankle was submerged, he sighed with how good it felt. The sound made a rush of warmth rush through y/n, but she ignored it. Instead, she moved back to the kitchen and grabbed the cup of water and then some pain meds from the bathroom. She handed both items to Hotch and he took them with a smile and said, âThank you sweetheart. How do you always know what I need?â y/n smiled and moved behind him on the bed gently messaging his neck and shoulders. He leaned back into her touch with another little groan and y/n felt that same rush again. At this point, she wondered if he was messing with her. For now, she just kept relaxing his stiff muscles and said, âI think I learned from the best because you take such good care of me. I think today I get to return the favor.âÂ
Aaron and y/n didnât speak much more about what he had said, but they both knew it was going to be a conversation they would have again soon. Instead, y/n just made him relax and stay off his feet for the rest of the day. She took care of Jack and dropped him off at Haleyâs while Aaron slept. Even though y/n and Hotch had been dating for a good while, and they were very committed, two things hadnât yet changed in their relationship. The first was that y/n and Aaron still hadnât moved in together yet. They both found comfort in having their own space for themselves. It was good that after a case they had a place to relax and unwind alone if they needed it. There was a comfort for them in space, though y/n mostly spent her time at Aaronâs
apartment. The second constant, which was harder to maintain, was that the team didnât know they were seeing each other. There had been multiple times that members of the team had almost caught them, but shockingly it hadnât happened yet. Aaron assumed that Dave knew and Hotch had spoken to y/n about it, and she said it was fine. If Rossi brought it up, then Aaron could tell him. There wasnât a reason to directly lie to the team, they just hadnât explicitly made it a point to tell them either. At the start, they had kept it a secret to protect themselves. It might not have been strictly against the rules of the FBI employee handbook, but at the same time, it was easier to just keep it to themselves. By the time that y/n and Aaron had become fully committed, they had just gotten used to having it be between themselves. It felt like something they could have outside of work, even though work did come into it often. Keeping it a secret worked for both of their personalities. For Aaron who was a rule follower, it just made sense, and for y/n, who was a bit shy about her personal life, it allowed her to not have to have ten thousand conversations that could be intimate with the team. However, that would all change a month or so later.Â
It was early spring and the weather had changed to the warmer side instead of the cold Virginia often saw into late February or March. When Aaron woke at his normal 5:00 a.m. He felt a bit colder than normal as he got out from under the duvet. He assumed that it was because it was one of the rare nights when y/n was over at her apartment and not in bed with him. He also felt a bit foggy as he got up, brushed his teeth, and shaved. He didnât think much of this either as he made his coffee and then headed to the office like he usually did when a case didnât take the team away from Quantico. Aaron and y/n usually ended up getting to the office an hour early so they could have some time to themselves in the morning. They used to spend that time in the evenings after five, but as they continued to attempt it early in their relationship, it turned out that the team was much more likely to stay late in the office to finish up work than come in early. The only people who sometimes saw Aaron and y/n come in together or even enter Aaronâs office together were the janitors and now and then, Dave. They didnât do anything inappropriate in the office, just work or talk on his couch. Hotch didnât allow for hardly any outward signs of their relationship at work. However, he was looking forward to seeing y/n. It always seemed to set them up for a good day.Â
When Aaron arrived at the office, he felt that same chill run through him and his head started to ache a bit. He felt hot under the collar and as he got up the stairs and to his office, he just now considered that he might be sick. He hadnât been sick yet that year but it happened to him at least once annually. He hadnât expected it to be in March. And because he hadnât expected it, he chose to believe it must be something else like his allergies kicking in. Heâd arrived early even for his standards, and he sat down and pulled out his briefcase and laptop. After he did this, he realized that he wasnât feeling that good and he moved to his couch to just close his eyes for a minute to try and collect himself for the day ahead. Aaron was startled awake at the sound of tapping on his door. He sat up and the room spun in front of his eyes. The lamp by his desk particularly blurred his vision as he stumbled to the door. He felt hot all over and as he stood, a few beads of sweat moved down his back making him shiver. He hadnât realized that heâd fallen asleep and was surprised to see y/n outside his door. He felt disoriented and said, ây/n? What are you doing here?âÂ
y/n looked at him concerned and said, âIâm here to hang out before work like we always do. Sorry Iâm late, something came up at the apartment and I had to deal with it. Are you okay sweetheart?â y/n observed Aaron with a careful eye. He looked flushed and his eyes seemed slightly glazed over. He was also perspiring even though he must have had his office thermostat down to its lowest setting. Hotch nodded and said, âYeah just a little tired I guess.â He stepped farther back and couldnât believe heâd forgotten about the fact that y/n was coming early. y/n slipped past him into the dim office. She was only a few inches away from his body when she noticed just how warm he felt, even from a distance. Once Aaron had closed the door with a soft click, y/n turned to face Hotch and placed a hand on his forehead. She could feel him burning up and was sure he was running a fever. She led him back to his couch and he sat down with a little grunt as y/n took his hand and said, âAaron, youâre so warm. You canât be feeling good right now.â Hotch tipped his head back and half closed his eyes and in his normal, stubborn fashion replied, âIâll be fine y/n. Itâs just allergies or something. If I drink some cool water and just sit for a minute I can make it through the day.â y/n frowned at him and his antics before saying, âAaron, you run warm, but you donât run that warm. Also, your shirt is sticking to your chest because youâre sweating from the heat, so unless youâre planning on staying cooped up in your office all day, everyone else is going to know how you feel too.âÂ
Hotch groaned as he realized that his body was giving away with how bad he was currently feeling. His headache was back and he was longing for y/n to put her cool hand on his head again. y/n could see the look of defeat on his face. Ever since theyâd had the conversation about his ankle and subsequent discussion about Aaronâs need for care just like everyone else, heâd started asking her for more help when he needed it. Today was another reminder that he could still feel the need to perform, even when he was sick, but that it was okay that he treated himself well too. That he wasnât letting anyone down by needing some rest. y/n moved over to his desk and started neatly packing his things back into his briefcase and bag. By the time y/n was working on gathering his belongings, he was back on the cool couch and his heavy eyes were closed again. y/n pulled his suit jacket and tie up from the floor, it was the last thing she needed of his. y/n was grateful that she had brought all of her things up to his office. That meant that they could go straight to the car. When y/n had all of their things by the door, she moved back to the couch, gently touched Aaronâs shoulder, and said, âAaron, can you get up? Iâm gonna drive you home.â Hotch grumbled something that sounded like, âJust five more minutes,â and y/n huffed at how this sickness was making him feel. With a firm voice, y/n said, âNot five more minutes. If we play that game weâll be here all day and then youâll try and do work again or something. Now stand up for me.âÂ
Hotch gave a slight groan but slid his feet to the floor and pushed his body off of the couch. y/n could see a sweat stain where his back had been and hustled him out the door before he could see it and made a fuss about germs or something else to keep him in the office. y/n was sure she looked funny with her bag and purse, plus Hotchâs suitcase along with her boss leaning into her slightly as she wrapped an arm around his back to take him down the short flight of stairs and toward the elevator. Again y/n was grateful that Aaron was slightly out of it as Rossi exited the elevator bank on his and Aaronâs floor. The older man looked over at y/n and mouthed, âWhatâs wrong with him?â y/n mouthed back, âHeâs sick and throwing a fit. He wants to stay.â Dave nodded, rolled his eyes, and pulled out his phone, indicating that she should check it when she was free. y/n nodded and kept moving Aaron toward the exit.Â
The pair just missed the entrance of Emily, Derek, and Spencer which was a stroke of luck. y/n helped Hotch into the passenger seat of her car and dropped all of their things in the back then y/n slid into the driver's side and started the engine. Aaron had perked up once he was outside and he looked over to y/n and said, âListen, sweetheart, I can drive myself. Really, Iâll be okay if I just get an hour or two of sleep.â y/n threw him a warm smile while looking up from her phone and said, âAaron. Somehow I feel like if Iâm not there watching you, youâre going to be working or trying to be productive. Now, to avoid that and you being sick for longer, which I know you hate, Iâm going to take you home and watch after you. Youâre running quite the temp and I want to take care of you, remember.â Aaron turned to y/n and smiled at her. He remembered in a hazy kind of way how much y/n cared for him in times when he could be stubborn and try and push himself. Heâd ended up being much kinder to himself in the last month thanks to y/nâs care. That didnât mean he didnât still fall into his old habits, like today, but he had y/n to look out for his best interests, even if he didnât always want to admit that in the moment. y/n heard her phone ping and she pulled it out of her exterior purse pocket. It was a message from Rossi that simply stated, âTake care of him. Iâll let an admin know that Aaronâs out with a cold - Dave.â y/n chuckled at how old school Rossi could be by signing his texts with his name like his contact wasnât in her phone already. He was being helpful, however, by telling Patricia in admin about Hotchâs absence for the day. That ensured that she didnât have to go into his computer and file a report for him explaining why heâd be out of the office today. From the way Hotch was lightly snoring in the seat next to her, y/n highly doubted heâd have the energy to request time off when he got home, and even if y/n had picked up on Aaronâs password for his state-sanctioned computer, it would be a high-level breach of protocol on her part to go anywhere near the device. y/n could only imagine the intel on the computer in Hotchâs briefcase behind her, and in some ways was happy not to have such a burden of knowledge on her shoulders.Â
The pair made it to Hotchâs apartment in good time despite the morning rush into town. y/n grabbed all of their things first and moved them inside Aaronâs first-floor apartment. If he was in his full faculties she knew heâd throw her a stern look and go back for their work things first and give some comment about the safety of sensitive information if she tried to get him inside first. He would be correct of course, but it was always funny that Aaronâs mannerisms had started to rub off on her with time. y/n wasnât complaining. It made her a better and safer agent. She was surprised that the team hadnât picked up on it yet though. After y/n dropped their things off inside the door, then turned to go back to Aaron. Hotch had woken from his light sleep when y/n gently closed her door. He had gotten out of the car and was walking down the sidewalk. His muscles were slightly achy as they always did when he got sick. He lifted his arms above his head and y/n flushed as his shirt revealed a small stripe of his tummy. The trail of hair that led from his belly button down to his nether regions was on clear display. It looked pressed down from his shirt and the sweat on his body and the sight had y/n sigh. She wished more than anything to just have it be the weekend and be laying next to Aaron with her hand under his sleeping shirt trailing her fingers through that strip of hair from his belly button and lower. Aaron noticed y/n freeze and he lowered his arms. He still wasnât feeling good at all but couldnât help but say as he stepped next to her, âNow looks who looks like theyâre warm?â Hotch watched as the blush only worsened on y/nâs face and she said, âHa ha. Now letâs get you inside and in bed, Sir.â That comment had Aaronâs eye widen and he sighed, putting his warm hand on y/nâs back leading them to the door.Â
Once inside, y/n took the lead and took Aaronâs hand in hers, a classic gesture that they had become accustomed to in either of their homes. At the beginning of the relationship, Aaron was so used to not touching in the office or on the plane that he would take his hand away out of instinct. But over time he got used to the feeling of their hands conjoined. After a long case or a hard or boring day in the office which was most of them. Aaron could hardly wait to feel the comfort and grounding presence of y/nâs hand in his. They would hold hands whenever possible at home, even if it was impractical. y/n took him into his room and Hotch sat on the cool bed. y/n moved her hand to his shirt and started to unbutton it for him as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops of his pants. This was the kind of soft intimacy that Aaron loved with y/n. She stripped his shirt from his body which was sticking to his skin slightly. When this was done, Aaron stood and slipped out of his pants. Now that he was home and he was in his room, the bed called him and he pulled the covers aside and dipped down to the cool mattress letting out a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes just as y/n leaned down, picked up his clothes, and moved to the laundry hamper to put them there. She then moved into the bathroom and grabbed a few towels. Two she dampened with cool water and wrung out and the last she kept dry. y/n moved back to the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed. Aaron was shivering slightly and y/n assumed it was because of his sweat cooling him off. He usually kept it pretty cold in his apartment. y/n gently pulled the covers off of him and used the dry towel to wipe off his sweat. Hotch didnât open his eyes as y/n did this. He was so comfortable around her. He used to feel like he needed to look a certain way and act a certain way even outside of the office like with holding hands, but now he could do or act anyway around her, and she could do the same. Aaronâs eyes fluttered open when y/n placed the cool towels on his forehead and chest. y/n smiled at his half-lidded gaze and brushed his hair back with her hands and he murmured, âThanks sweetheart.â y/ns smiled and said, âOf course love, now just rest.âÂ
Once Aaron fell back to sleep, y/n got up and went back into the main room. She pulled out her laptop and sent in a request for a day off citing personal reasons as the cause. This wasnât wholly a lie as taking care of Hotch was a personal reason to stay home for the day. y/n didnât think about texting the team as she noticed some dishes in the sink and as she passed Jackâs room it seemed like it could use some picking up. y/n worked on the dishes first and then moved to the toys over the floor and bed of Jackâs bedroom. y/n knew that doing these small tasks would take a load off of Aaronâs shoulders later. These chores took about an hour and as y/n was walking out of Jackâs room, she got a call from Emily. y/n answered her phone and said, âHey Em. Howâs everything at the office?â Emily replied, âWell quiet for starters. You and Aaron are both out today. Apparently Hotch has a cold or something? Did you catch it too?â y/n thought quickly and pretended to not know that Aaron was sick and said, âAaron is sick? Has that ever happened before? I swear heâs always in the office.â y/n heard Emily chuckle on the other end of the line and said, âTell me about it. But anyway, whatâs youâre excuse?â y/n through of a lie and said, âHouse problems. That drip in my ceiling from the workman redoing the unit upstairs turned into a river. Iâve been on the phone with maintenance and insurance for the last two hours.â There was a brief pause and Prentiss said, âDamn. Listen y/n, youâve gotta get out of that place.â y/n laughed. She was happy to hear Emily and didnât notice as Aaron moved out of his room. Heâd taken Asperin which y/n had left on the table for him if he felt like he needed them. He was still very tired as he moved behind y/n with an empty glass and asked loudly enough for Em to hear Hotch ask, âWhoâs on the phone, sweetheart?âÂ
There was a heavy pause on the other end of the line before Emily said, ây/n, are you with Aaron. Did⌠did he just call youâŚâ y/n quickly said, âHey, gotta go Em. Iâll talk to you laterâ before quickly hanging up the phone. y/n turned to look at Aaron and his face took on a sheepish look as he asked, âI take it that was a member of the team?â y/n silently nodded before bursting out into a laugh and saying, âAaron, how have we kept this a secret for so long and youâre the one who goes and says something about it? On the phone nonetheless?â Hotch couldnât help but chuckle too as he placed his head in the crook of y/nâs neck. He inhaled her scent and said, âCan you blame me? Iâm sick after all.â y/n scoffed; she could still feel the heat radiating off of him, and if he wasnât so warm to the touch, she might have thought that he was doing this all to get them alone and out of the office. But Aaron would never do that. He was a great partner but also a workhorse and a dedicated employee. Aaron simply did not miss work, which was why y/n had to pressure and make sure he got home and rested. Heâd be itching to get back to the office by tomorrow but heâd be out for longer if he overdid it now. y/n would have to think about his response about the team finding about them. Sheâd also need to think about her reaction, though y/n was sure most of that would depend on how the team responded. For now, y/n turned to Hotch and asked, âWhat are you doing up out of bed? Youâre supposed to be resting.â Aaron stood back and replied, âJust getting some ice and another glass of water.â y/n smiled at him and said, âOkay, Iâll grab it for you. Now, you go lie down. Iâll be right there with some cold water.â Hotch nodded and walked back to his room. y/n moved toward the kitchen with a smile on her face. She wasnât happy that Aaron was sick, just that he was so willing to let her help him. He was used to the notion that he needed to take care of everything himself, so letting her help him in these small ways was a big deal to y/n.Â
While y/n and Aaron were talking after y/n had hung up on Emily abruptly, Emily was standing in the center of the bullpen near her desk with her mouth slightly ajar and eyes wide with shock. Prentiss wasnât even sure how to process what she had just heard on the phone. Em didnât stay that way for long as Morgan came back from grabbing a cup of coffee and noticed her stunned state. Derek moved forward and said jokingly, âWell this is a rare sight. Whatâs got you all tongue-tied?â Emily gained her composure and said, âYou wouldnât believe me if I told you?â Now Morganâs interest was piqued and he raised an eyebrow stating, âAlright, try me, girlfriend.â Emily rolled her eyes at his nickname and said, âWell you know how Hotch is out sick today?â Derek nodded and Em continued, ���Well I was just on the phone with y/n who is also missingâŚâ Derekâs eyes widened as his brain connected the dots and he froze also. All the strong agent could say was, âNo way,â Em nodded and said, âWell unless I have Hotchâs voice very wrong he just said âwhoâs on the phone sweetheart,â to y/n.â Emily watched as Morganâs eyes danced around for a second before he shook his head. Derek finally said, âAre you sure? What did y/n say?â At this point, Prentiss was smiling with the idea that y/n was seeing Aaron, just for the scandal of it all. She responded, âNot much. She said something came up, and sheâd call me later, and then she hung up. If thatâs not her trying to hide something then I donât know what is.â Morgan let out a whistle and said, âDo you think sheâs at his place or is he at hers?â That had Emily roll her eyes and say, âWell Iâm not going to speculate about that right now. What I am going to do is go tell JJ about this. She will freak out.â Morgan agreed and said, âDo you think Rossi knows.â Prentiss replied, âWell we might just be freaking out. It could be something else you know. I might be reading into this.â Derek leveled a glare at her and Emily laughed, âAlright, youâre right. Listen, we can ask them tomorrow. Now, let me get to JJ and Garcia.â Derek let Emily past him.Â
Once Prentiss was gone, he crossed his arms over his chest. He considered that Aaron was dating y/n and took the concept a bit more seriously than Emily. He wanted to make sure everything was okay with that. Not only for Hotch and y/n but for the team. He knew from his time as a beat cop that interdepartmental relationships could get messy if and when things ended. The team had worked well in taking y/n into the fold and he didnât want to see that ruined for a romance that was technically against the rules. Apart from the team dynamic, Derek was scared for Aaron who had been under some heat from the director. But his concern was more for y/n who was new. If she got caught up in something she could easily be transferred to a small department in West Texas somewhere where prostitution, cattle, and oil are the only things there. Morgan closed his eyes and took a breath and tried to put things in perspective. When he opened his eyes Rossi was looking down at him with a knowing look. The older profiler had heard Emily and JJâs excited conversation in the next room over. Morgan just rolled his eyes. There was nothing for him to do now, so he went back to his desk and got back to work.Â
The rest of the day passed uneventfully for the team and y/n and Aaron. At 3:30 y/n went and picked up Jack and they had dinner in the kitchen while Hotch stayed as far away from them as he could while still keeping up some conversation. Jack was excited about the school play of Peter Pan that was coming up and y/n encouraged him in all things. Aaron couldnât help but smile as he watched y/n and his son talk animately about what the play would entail. y/n opted to spend the night at Aaronâs the evening just in case he needed anything or his fever got way worse. That would also ensure that she could drop Jack off at school before heading to the office. That evening after Jack was in bed y/n attempted to climb in with Aaron but he sat up and said, ây/n if Iâm sick and you sleep with me, then Iâm going to get you sick sweetheart, and I promise you donât want to feel like this.â y/n gave him a small pouty face. Although he looked much better than this morning he was still flushed and warm and he did look tired. y/n didnât want him to worry about her, so she kissed his forehead, got him another towel for him to place on his face, and moved to the couch in the living room. She pulled a pillow and blanket from the closest and settled in for the night. y/n quickly fell asleep not aware of what was coming tomorrow at the office. The fact that Emily had heard what she heard had slipped out of her head as she had spent the rest of the day taking care of Aaron and Jack along with filling out some forms at Hotchâs desk in his home office.Â
The next morning came with soft daylight drifting into the living room where y/n was lying. She was woken by Aaron who ran his hand down her face and gently shook her shoulder. y/n smiled at him and noticed he was in his slacks and another white shirt. She stretched out her arms and legs and asked, âWhat time is it?â Hotch placed his hand on her shoulder and leaned down kissing her before saying, â6:25.â y/n hummed in response. She could feel that he was no longer warm. She could also smell his shaving cream which meant heâd gotten up early and got ready so sheâd have time to use the shower and bathroom. y/n sat up and could also smell coffee. y/n leaned into Aaron and kissed him a bit more fervently, winding her hands into his short hair. When they pulled away he was flushed again and she ran a hand down his strong jaw as she moved to his bathroom. As y/n took a cool shower to wake herself up for the day, she considered just how kind Aaron was to her. The kindness she showed him he showered back on her in equal measure, if not more. Not on the field or in the office of course. There was never any favoritism, but outside of work they were there for each other and it felt so nice to have someone to fall back on on the hard days and someone to celebrate the good ones with.Â
y/n realized that her plan to drop Jack off was infeasible as Hotch had left his car in the Quantico lot yesterday as she drove him home. That meant that they both dropped Jack off and went to work together. This was a fact that wasnât missed by Spencer or JJ who arrived at the office at the same time as them. Aaron moved up to his office like normal to see all that heâd missed while he was gone yesterday. y/n had asked him if it was a good idea for him to go back to work if he was possibly still sick, but he really felt like what he had yesterday was a twenty-four-hour bug, so y/n didnât try and stop him. He mostly likely had a say in the sick day policy and y/n knew that sheâd come in feeling lousy before, so to not be a hypocrite, she didnât say much, just that sheâd be looking out for him in case he started looking bad again. While Aaron went up to his office, y/n moved to her desk and she could feel a strange atmosphere in the air. There was a kind of excitement that she hadnât expected coming back to the bullpen. Emily and Spencer seemed to look at her differently as she waved at them and said, âGood morning! I missed yâall yesterday. Did I miss anything good?â Spencer chuckled and said, âOh yeah, you did. Iâm sure Em will tell you about it later.â y/n smiled, she loved drama, but she didnât realize that she was at the center of this one. She moved to her desk and wrapped up the last file she had been working on at Aaronâs yesterday. When she was finished with that, she moved to the staff room to refresh her coffee. y/n heard Emily and JJ come in behind her laughing and y/n turned around and said, âHey, JJ, Em. Spence said that I missed some drama yesterday. Who was it? Is it Janet and Brandon again?â y/n sounded so excited and the two other agents in the room looked at each other and burst out laughing. y/n tilted her head and said, âWait. Whatâs so funny? Whatâs going on you two?â The slight exasperation in y/nâs voice had Emily laugh even more and then the brunette replied, âWell does, âwhoâs on the phone sweetheartâ sound familiar?âÂ
Once the words were out of Prentissâs mouth y/n flushed deeply. y/n stammered a bit and that had JJ laugh and say, âI knew it! How long have you and Hotch been together?â Emily leaned against the counter and said, âPlease, y/n. Spill the beans.â y/n had to let out a nervous chuckle and couldnât believe that she had forgotten this was coming. y/n looked at her hands for a second and then back at her friends softly saying, âAlmost a year now. We started considering ourselves official last April.â y/nâs statement had her two friends fall silent. Emily looked at y/n with surprise. Prentiss had expected it to be a few months, maybe four or five, but nearly a year was not what sheâd assumed. JJ echoed the surprise and said, âThat long? Where you planning on telling us?â y/n looked at their disappointed faces that had shifted from mirth to confusion and potentially hurt so quickly. y/n gave a small sigh and said honestly, âI never meant to keep it secret for so long. I donât want to hide things from you guys.â Emily responded, âWell this was going on for a pretty long while y/n,â y/n nodded and replied, âI know. I know it has. When we started dating it was pretty soon after Haley. Aaron and I were good with it. But we didnât want drama or blowback from everyone else. Not the team but the other departments. So we decided to just keep it between us for a while. And then I guess we just kind of fell into that pattern. It was nice. It was nice to have something just for us. I love you both. I love the whole team, but we know each other so well and so intimately. This gave us a place to just be us. But you and the whole team have supported me and Aaron so well. Always. And if youâre willing to support us in this too weâd be so happy. I canât believe it took me so long to say something. I have so much to tell you both about us.âÂ
Once y/n used Hotchâs first name in that tone, with such care and softness, JJ and Emily softened immediately. They hadnât seen her look or sound that way before. As y/n spoke her words resonated and Emily stepped forward and asked, âDoes he make you happy? Thatâs whatâs most important to me. Because Iâm sure you make him happy. Heâs a lucky guy that he could get you. But are you happy with him?â y/nâs face broke out into a smile and replied, âIâm happier with Aaron than Iâve ever been before. You have no idea how good he makes me feel.â Hearing this, Prentiss and JJ smiled and moved forward to give y/n a hug. JJ said, âWell then Iâm happy for you. But you better be ready for a lot of questions from us and Penelope over a few bottles of wine, y/n.â y/n smiled and replied, âYou got it!âÂ
While the ladies were chatting, Aaron got to his office and sat down. He, unlike y/n, was aware that he would have to explain things to the team. Or more like a certain member of the team who had shot him a disappointed look once heâd gotten into the office. When Aaron had his laptop out and had answered two of the most pressing emails the knock on the door shifted his attention. Hotch didnât even say, come in, Derek just entered and stood at the door for a second before he closed it behind himself. Hotch looked up at his agent who stepped forward and placed his hands on his hips. Hotch pressed his lips together in a firm line as he extended the greeting, âMorgan.â Derek nodded and said, âHotch.â Derek spent a moment testing out what he wanted to say, but finally just came out with, âWhat are you doing Hotch? What were all those trainings and mandatory workshops on professionalism about if youâre going to get into a relationship with not only the newest agent in the department but the youngest agent in the BAU? Explain the logic of that to me because it feels pretty hypocritical.â Hotch did his best to hold back the sigh he wanted to let out. This type of reaction was the exact reason why Aaron had been hesitant to let the team know in the first place. He understood that he was going against all of the things he had said and tried to demonstrate.Â
However, Aaron truly hadnât meant to fall in love with y/n like he had. Heâd tried to stop the feels at every turn. Hell, when y/n had joined the team he hardly believed in the concept of love anymore with how it had ended with Haley. But slowly, over time, the way Aaron had left about y/n shifted. There was a love there unlike any heâd ever seen before. It wasnât anything dramatic. Not a damsel in distress or that a lust had come over him. It was in the little things y/n did for him and the team. y/n not only looked out for people in small ways but understood that she needed to take care of herself too. She personified not trying to pour from a cup half empty. It was rare to see someone be so aware of what they needed and when they needed to step away. Aaron thought it was very attractive that y/n knew herself so well. At the end of the day when the team asked each other in the elevator what they were doing that night, y/n would always confidently say, âOh you know, _y/f/r/a_. How about yâall?â When y/n quickly realized that Aaron didnât even seem to have any coping strategies apart from staying late in the office, she slowly started inviting him to join her for things she liked that helped her unwind. She never pressured him into anything. She never analyzed his patterns or made comments, and slowly Hotch had started to agree and had relaxed a bit. That was when he first realized his feelings for y/n might be deeper than just a simple affection.Â
Of course, explaining this all to Morgan didnât feel appropriate or practical. It was he and y/nâs relationship and he didnât feel like he had to justify it, although he could see where Derek was coming from. The best Aaron could answer Morganâs question with was, âI didnât intend it to be like this. And you see us in the office. We donât flirt or act any differently than normal. And if what y/n and I have together started to affect how we act on the field then I would end it immediately. You canât judge us on that. And itâs my private affair, Morgan.â The word came out hotter than Hotch intended, but he stood by them. Derek let out a huff and said, âWell itâs not your private affair anymore. Youâre setting up rules that you get to break and we donât? Well, y/n gets to break them too I guess. You might be our superior, but not in this Hotch. If those rules exist then they apply to you as well. And have you thought about y/n? Her role in all of this? Youâre her boss whether youâre in a relationship or not.â Aaron flushed, suddenly angry that Morgan wouldnât think that y/n was in the forefront of his mind at every moment. In every choice, he made going forward. Hotch was about to stand when the door opened again.Â
While Aaron and Morgan were having their argument upstairs, back in the breakroom y/n had honestly asked what sheâd missed, and JJ and Emily had filled her in. Much to y/nâs joy there had been gossip about Janet and Brandon and she listened with rapt attention. While they were laughing about the antics in the department, JJâs phone pinged and she pulled it from her pocket. JJâs face dropped immediately when she read the text and y/n and Emily shifted their demeanor as well. y/n asked, âWhat is it, JJ?â The liaison looked up from her phone and said, âNew case. This one seems urgent. Itâs directly from the DA. A senator's daughter is missing and heâs running for re-election this year. The DA thinks there might be some connection. Iâd better run up and print these files. Em, could you get the rest of the team, and y/n can you tell Hotch?â The two agents nodded and the trio left the break room with determination in their stride. It was fun to talk and chat, but when work needed to get done, they all switched to a serious mood.Â
Derek didnât even need to turn around when someone else stepped into the office. From y/nâs distinct tread, he knew it was her. The exasperation that Morgan had been feeling seemed to slip away as he noticed the way Aaron looked at y/n. y/n stayed quiet. She could sense the tension in the air, and that it might be surrounding her. The silence lingered and Derek realized how Aaron looked at y/n. The look on Hotchâs face was one he hadnât seen in a long time. He looked, happy. Not in a childish âI have a new toy kind of way,â but in a deeply contented and loving way. Morgan dropped his arms and stepped aside, that look on Aaron was enough for him to move aside. y/n stepped forward. She gave Derek a small smile and then looked at Hotch seriously as she said, âWe have a case. An important one it seems. JJ is printing the files and we need you in the briefing room.â Aaron nodded and replied, âOkay. Iâll be there in a minute.â y/n nodded and Derek followed her out of the office, but not before giving Hotch a small nod. Not that he was fully onboard, but he could understand better now how much y/n meant to Aaron. Perhaps not only that, but how y/n had helped change Hotch for the better like she had helped the whole team with that. As the pair moved out of the office and toward the briefing room, Derek looked at y/n and asked, âSo, how have you been?â y/n tucked a strand of her _y/c/h_ behind her ear and said, âIâm okay. Itâs been an interesting day and itâs not even 11:00 yet.â Morgan chuckled and said, âWell, I think it will be okay. Youâre a good person, y/n.â y/n smiled and replied, âThanks, Morgan. Youâre a good friend to me.âÂ
Upstairs, Aaron secured his computer and grabbed a legal pad and pen. He and Rossi moved down the hallway together. Dave, whose suspicion had very much been proven correct jokingly said, âSo, do you get her home by midnight every night?â Hearing Daveâs joke, Hotch froze. He knew Rossi was just being silly. It was part of his charm. Hotch scoffed and replied, âMaybe, maybe not. What about it?â Rossi moved forward, placed a hand on Aaronâs shoulder with a pat, and replied, âWell just let me know if you need a chaperone for your next date.â Aaron could only roll his eyes and say, âYouâre as bad as Morgan, just in the opposite way.â Dave removed his hand and said, âDonât worry about Derek. Heâll come around. I think weâre all just happy for you. Even if we wonât say it yet. Now, letâs get in there.â When Aaron walked in the room he felt like he was in high school for a moment as all eyes turned to him. He stopped in the doorway and flushed for a second. Emily and Penelope threw him grins but when his eyes landed on y/n he came to himself. y/n was giving him that soft smile that said, âEverythingâs going to be alright.â Hotch took a breath knowing that it would be. If not what had they been working toward over the past few months of building a life together? Hotch moved forward, cleared his throat, and said, âThis doesnât seem to be our normal case. So letâs over over the information we have so far together then we can look at the information more closely before having another debrief.Â
The beginning look over the case information and lead so far was full of ideas and notes and the team did what it did best. After a few minutes, everything settled into its routine like always, and only when Hotch looked over at y/n did he feel himself flush a small bit, but it wasnât unpleasant. The case so far, was. It dealt with children and a prominent political figure, so the pressure was on the team to solve this quickly. That on top of the mixed reception for the team to his and y/nâs relationship had Aaron feeling a bit antsy. When it came to looking at the files for a few minutes, Aaron moved to the table. It wasnât a coincidence that the only open chair was next to y/n. Hotch sat down and pulled his chair into the table. He opened his file. y/n, as always, could tell that he was on edge. She took his hand under the table and gave it a soft squeeze. She kept her hand in his, and after a moment, Aaron took both of their hands and set them on the table. Now that the cat was out of the bag it just felt more comfortable that way. y/n took a second to smile at his actions and give his palm another squeeze as her eyes moved back to her file. The cat was out of the bag and Aaron didnât mind or fear it now that it had happened. The BAU was like a family. They supported each other through life and changes including relationships. And with y/n beside him, he knew that they could make it through anything together.
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When Derek wakes up alone in their bed it takes him a brief moment to locate his mate. The noises from the kitchen are as good an indicator as any to tell him what his beloved is up to. With a long stretch and a content smile pulling at his lips he gets up, pulling on the sweatpants on his bare body before he sets out to get his morning bathroom routine out of the way. Fully freshened up, with droplets of water still clinging to his hair, he makes it down the staircase, zeroing on the lithe figure moving about the kitchen. Not being one to deny himself simple pleasures, such as following his prey, Derek quietly makes his way over to the kitchen, silently stalking his mate. Only when he's almost behind him Stiles chirps up âI know you´re behind me,â not even looking up from his cutting board. With a growl that is more amused than threatening, Derek plasters himself over Stiles´s back, snaking his arms around the smaller man´s waist. He noses the soft brown hair of his mate as he contently watches Stiles´s hands skillfully preparing their meal. No of them says anything, what with Derek being happy with just watching and Stiles with being held the way he was. It was however all his little moving, brushing himself against Derek´s groin that had Derek growl again, stepping more closely, making sure his mate felt the building hardness pushing at him. It was only then Stiles ceased his movements, resting his cutting knife, in order to look up at his mate, at his Alpha. With a bright smile he pushed back, enjoying the weight of his mate´s body and his hands, dangerously closing in to his own steering front.
They both knew it was turning out to be a good start of the day.
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Domestic Abuse
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Spencer Reid x Fem!ReaderÂ
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Warnings: Mentions of abuse, bruises, injuries, scared to leave someone,Â
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I should have left before we moved. Hell, the whole reason we moved was because people started noticing the bruises I couldnât hide as well. Fifteen years with Chris was now my nightmare. He wasnât always a bad guy, but then again they never are, are they? We were high school sweethearts and got married five years after we graduated. We had our son Cameron just a few months later. It wasnât until Cameron turned four that the abuse started. Maybe it was the stress from his job and having a child so young that made him start, but itâs no excuse. I was scared of him. For the first time since I knew Chris, I was scared of him.Â
It was a Friday night and Cameron was sick. I hadnât been out of the house that wasnât for groceries, taking Cameron to school, or an appointment in months. I had asked Chris if he could watch our son while I went out and had a girl's night. Mistake number one.Â
âYouâre his fucking Mother, you take care of him. Thatâs your damn job.â He growled.Â
âChris I havenât been out in forever. The girls just want to-âÂ
âOh, bullshit!â He shouted and stood up.Â
âYou just wanna go out and slut around some fucking club like the stupid whore you are! Am I not fucking enough for you? I mean come the fuck on Y/N, you donât need to work because I fucking provide for you and that fucking kid, who now Iâm not even sure if heâs fucking mine because youâre such a whore-âÂ
âOf course heâs yours! I havenât been with another man since high school!â I shouted back. Mistake number two. He raised his fist and slammed it into my face.Â
âDonât you fucking talk back to me!â He shouted so loud I was worried heâd wake Cameron up. He didnât need to see his Father like this. Tears slowly fell down my face as I looked up at the man I didnât even recognize now.Â
âC-Chris, please⌠J-Just lower your voice or youâll wake Cameron.âÂ
âI donât give a shit! You have a great fucking life with me and youâre sitting here trying to go out and cheat!â He screamed. He gripped me by the shirt and lifted me off the ground.Â
âYou get the fuck in the kitchen and grab me a beer then fuck back off to take care of that kid like youâre supposed to.â He growled in my face and I nodded, terrified of what else heâd do. He shoved me away and I fell back to the floor. He sat back on the couch and glared at me.Â
âFucking hurry up.â He said and I scrambled to do as he asked. I rushed into Cameronâs room and he was still out, thank God.Â
A few weeks later Chris was on a business trip and it was just Cameron and myself. I was so relieved to be rid of Chris for a bit, but I knew heâd be keeping track of me and checking the cameras he had hidden in the apartment. I had only found a few, but I had no idea how many there were. It didnât help that just before he left he beat me as a reminder that I was stuck with him. He wanted to make sure I wouldnât show my face in public, so I had plenty of bruises to try and cover-up. I did my best, but Cameron could still see a bit on my face. I had to lie and tell him I fell in the shower last night.Â
It was the last day Chris was gone and I needed to get more groceries. I made a quick list and grabbed my purse. I walked over to Cameronâs room and smiled as I saw him playing with his trucks.Â
âHey baby, you wanna come to the grocery store with Mommy? Iâll get you a treat if youâre good.â I said and he smiled brightly at me.Â
âOtay Mommy!â He said and walked over to me. I picked him and and lightly tickled his stomach. He giggled and pushed my hands away.Â
âLetâs get your shoes on.â I said and walked to the front door. I sat him on the little bench near the door and helped him put his shoes on.Â
âDo you want me to carry you or do you wanna walk to the car?â I asked.
âWalk!â He said and I nodded. I helped him hop off the bench and opened the door for him. He walked out and I turned to lock the door.Â
âPencer!â I heard Cameron shout and his little footsteps running off. I turned my head and saw him running towards our neighbor, Spencer. Cameron ran right up to him and hugged his leg, making Spencer look down at him.Â
âHi.â Cameron said with his adorably goofy grin.
âHey, Cameron.â Spencer said kneeling to his level. I quickly locked the door and rushed over to them.Â
âCameron! Iâve told you not to just run off without me.â I said and he just smiled at me.Â
âBut Pencer home.â He said and I gave Spencer a sheepish smile. Spencer stood up and Cameron walked over to my side, holding my hand. Spencer studied my face and his brows furrowed. He looked me over completely and cleared his throat.Â
âAre you alright, Y/N?â He asked and I forced a smile that I really hoped looked genuine.Â
âIâm fine. Cameron and I are just going grocery shopping since Chris is coming home tomorrowâŚâ I said and he raised a brow.Â
âI-I donât want to seem rude, but what happened to your cheek?â He asked and I felt my heart skip a beat and my eyes involuntarily widened a bit.Â
âOh nothing, I just fell in the shower last night.â I said with a nervous laugh. Spencer stepped a bit closer and I flinched. I silently cursed myself for reacting when I knew Spencer would never hurt me. He was always so sweet, even if we didnât talk a lot. He wasnât home a lot and we simply had some small talk when we did see each other in the hallway. Cameron loved seeing him though, he always thought Spencer was cool.Â
âWho did this to you?â He asked in a whisper. I bit my lip and looked down at Cameron who was still smiling up at us. He didnât hear Spencer.Â
âSpencerâŚâ I whispered and shook my head. He looked down at Cameron and knelt down.Â
âHey Cameron, have you ever seen an abacus?â He asked and Cameron looked at him confused. He shook his head and looked up at me.Â
âItâs an old calculator.â Spencer said, but he still looked confused.Â
âItâs helps people count.â I said.Â
âOh! No.â Cameron said.Â
âWhy donât you and your Mom come inside and I can show you?â Spencer asked and looked up at me.Â
âCan we Mommy?â He asked.Â
âUh, we should really go get the groceries.â I said and Cameron frowned. He gave me those adorable little puppy eyes and I sighed. I knew Spencer was just trying to distract my son so he could get some answers out of me.Â
âI-I guess a minute wouldnât hurtâŚâ I said and Cameron lit up.Â
âYay! Fank you Mommy!â He said and hugged my leg. Spencer opened his apartment and Cameron rushed inside. Spencer motioned me to follow him and I hesitantly walked inside. It was very neat and there were books everywhere. Spencer placed his bags near the door and locked it. Cameron was picking up a book and looking it over. I walked over to him and gently took it out of his hands.Â
âWe donât pick up other peopleâs things without asking them, baby.â I said and he frowned.Â
âSworry MommyâŚâ He said.Â
âItâs alright, he can look at it if heâd like.â Spencer said. Cameron smiled and I handed the book back to him.Â
âThere arenât any pictures so I donât think youâll enjoy it very much.â Spencer chuckled. Cameron frowned and put the book back where he found it.Â
âCan I see the abracadabra?â He asked and we both laughed a little.Â
âAbacus, baby.â I said and he looked at me confused. I shook my head and kissed his forehead. Spener walked into another room and came out with a very nice-looking abacus. He placed it on his coffee table and motioned Cameron over. He walked over and looked in awe of the beads.Â
âSee you just move them up and down like this.â Spencer showed him.Â
âEach bead represents one and each row is a different place value and you just-âÂ
âSpencer.â I cut him off and he looked up at me.Â
âHeâs five. Heâs not going to understand.â I said with a small smile and Spencer blushed.Â
âRight, sorry. Cameron, why donât you play with this for a bit while I talk to your mom?â He asked and Cameron nodded with a huge smile. He was moving the beads and just having fun counting them. Spencer stood up and walked towards me. He motioned to the other side of the room and I glanced at my son.Â
âBe gentle, baby. Donât break it, okay?â I said and Cameron nodded. I sighed and walked over to Spencer while keeping my eyes on my son.Â
âWho did this, Y/N?â He asked. I was so scared to tell him. I never wanted anyone to see me at my lowest, besides Spencer probably has his own shit to deal with.Â
âSpencerâŚâ I sighed and shook my head. I looked at him and it was clear he knew something was wrong. He saw my bruises that were way too dark still to cover. He probably saw the way I tensed up when he stepped closer to me.Â
âI can help you, Y/N. I work for the FBI, if someone is hurting you I can help.â He said and my eyes widened.Â
âY-You work for the FBI?â I asked and he nodded.Â
âHold on.â He said. He walked over to his bag by the door and came back after he found something. He held out his badge and I carefully took it.Â
âBAU SPECIAL AGENT Dr. Spencer Reidâ I read and looked back up at him.Â
âI-I canât tell you⌠Heâll kill me, or my son, or both of us. I donât have anywhere else to go and I donât have enough money to leave him. Heâs in control of everythingâŚâ I whispered as a tear fell down my cheek.Â
âHey slow down, Iâll help you. I promise Iâll help you, my team will help you, but I need you to tell me whoâs doing this to you.â He said and I shook my head. We both knew who I was talking about but Spencer needed me to say it. I flinched as I heard my phone ring and quickly dug through my purse to find it. Once I pulled it out my throat tightened. Chris was calling me. It was probably because I told him I was going to get groceries, but was still in our apartment building⌠My hands started shaking and Spencer gently took my phone for me. He looked at who was calling and saw it was Chris. He looked in my eyes and probably could see just how scared I was.Â
âY/N I need you to say his name if Iâm going to help you.â He said. I bit my lip and stared at him as the phone slowly went silent. There was ding after ding, signaling Chris was texting me. I gulped and took a deep breath.Â
âI-Itâs C-Chris⌠He hits me, thatâs why we moved hereâŚâ I admitted quietly.Â
âDoes he hit Cameron?â He asked and I shook my head. He nodded and looked over at my son.
âWhy donât you go sit with Cameron? Iâm gonna go call my boss and weâll get this sorted.â He said and I nodded. Spencer walked into the other room and I took a seat on the couch as I watched Cameron play. He turned to look at me and his smile fell.Â
âWhatâs wrong Mommy?â He asked and walked over to me.Â
âNothing baby, Mommy just got something in her eye.â I said and forced a smile. He didnât look totally convinced, but it worked for now. He turned to play with the abacus more and showed me how well he could count.Â
It wasnât long before Spencer walked back in and sat next to me. He still had my phone, but I guess he turned it on silent.Â
âHey Cameron, how would you like to go visit the FBI office?â He asked and I looked at him with wide eyes.Â
âYeah! Please, Mommy?â He asked. Spencer gave me a small nod and a reassuring smile.Â
âS-Sure babyâŚâ I said and he jumped with joy. Cameron rushed to the door, but before I could scold him Spencer gently placed a hand on mine. I didnât flinch.Â
âDo you know if heâs tracking your car?â He asked and I shook my head.Â
âI-I donât know⌠m-maybe?â I said and he nodded.Â
âOkay, then you need to drive your car and follow me. Iâll keep your phone so you donât need to worry about whatever heâs saying, okay?â He said and I nodded.Â
âCome on, Mommy!â Cameron called. I got up and scooped him into my arms.Â
âI can walk Mommy.â He said and I smiled.Â
âI know, baby, but I just want to hold you right now.â I said. We waited for Spencer to lock his door before we all headed down to the garage. I placed Cameron into his car seat and he was very excited to go see the FBI office. I wish it wasnât because his Father is a monster, but he didnât need to know that. I kissed his head and shut the door. I turned to find Spencer standing there watching us with a smile.Â
âJust follow me.â He said and I nodded. He stepped closer to me and gently grabbed my hand.Â
âI promise me and my team will keep the two of you safe.â He said and I nodded.Â
We each got in our cars and I filled the ride with Cameronâs favorite songs. He was singing and smiling the whole way there. Cameron was the only thing keeping me from breaking down right now. The ride to the office building wasnât horribly long and I parked right next to Spencer. He gave me another reassuring smile and led the way up to the BAU. When we got off the elevator he led us inside and Cameron was looking around in awe. We walked through some glass doors and into a room filled with desks and a few private offices.Â
âHey, pretty boy!â A man called and Spencer looked over at him. The man walked up to us and set his eyes on me.
âOh and who might this be?â He asked with a smirk.Â
âThis is my neighbor, Y/N, and her son Cameron. Y/N, this is Derek Morgan.â Spencer introduced us. I noticed him stare at my cheek and I glanced away slightly.Â
âItâs nice to meet you.â I said.Â
âReid.â A man with a deep voice said. Spencer and I both looked at him and he was dressed in a suit. His face was hard and I couldnât read any emotions from him. He motioned to another room. Spencer nodded and looked back at me.Â
âMaybe Cameron should hang out with one of my team members?â He suggested. I held him a little tighter and Spencer could tell I was scared. Spencer came closer and leaned next to my ear.
âDo you want him to hear everything we need to know?â He whispered and I gulped. Spencer pulled back and I gave him a small nod.Â
âI can watch him.â A blonde girl said with a kind smile.Â
âY/N, Cameron, this is JJ.â Spencer introduced. I placed Cameron down and knelt down.Â
âCan you be good for Miss. JJ?â I asked and he nodded.Â
âYou can just call me JJ.â She said and I nodded.Â
âOkay, Iâm gonna be in that room over there with Spencer if you need me okay?â I said and he nodded.Â
âOtay Mommy!â He said and walked over to JJ.Â
âDo you catch bad people?â He asked and she smiled.Â
âYeah, we do.â She said as she took him over to a desk. I got up and smiled. Spencer gently nudged me and I looked over at him. He motioned me to go ahead and I followed the emotionless man into the room. It had a small couch against the wall and a round table in front of a TV. Spencer closed the door after him and the man pulled the curtains closed.Â
âY/N, this is my boss.â Spencer said.Â
âAaron Hotchern.â The man said and held his hand out. I took it and gave him a sheepish smile.Â
âPlease, take a seat.â He motioned to the couch and I sat down. Spencer sat next to me. Aaron sat in one of the chairs in front of us.Â
âNow, Reid informed me that your husband abuses you and keeps track of you?â He asked and I nodded.Â
âHeâs been blowing up her phone, Sir.â Spencer said and passed him my phone. Aaron scrolled through my phone and his eyes hardened.Â
âHeâs threatening your life and the life of your son.â He said and my heart skipped a beat.Â
âPlease, you canât let him hurt Cameron.â I begged, letting a few tears slip. Spencer held my hand and gently squeezed.Â
âWe wonât let him hurt either of you.â He said and Aaron nodded.Â
âCan you tell me how long this has been going on?â Aaron asked.Â
âAbout a year. It started maybe a month after Cameron turned four? We moved here because I-I couldnât hide the bruises as well anymore and Chris didnât want to get caughtâŚâ I whispered. Aaron and Spencer shared a look before Aaron got up.Â
âIâll be right back.â He said and left the room.Â
âWhatâs he going to do, Spencer?â I asked.Â
âHeâs going to talk to the rest of the team and weâre going to help you.â He said and my eyes widened.Â
âDonât worry, JJ wonât let Cameron hear anything. I promise.â He said and I nodded but bit my lip.Â
âDid you know more than 50% of domestic violence incidents go unreported?â He asked and I looked at him confused.Â
âW-What?â I asked.Â
âItâs because theyâre scared of their partner.â He said.Â
âWhy are you telling me this?â I asked.Â
âBecause youâre being strong by letting us help. You told me when you really didnât have to. You could have just picked Cameron up and walked off to the grocery store and pretended nothing ever happened. You could have stayed scared and continued being with Chris. But here you are.â He said and I stared at him in awe.Â
âI-I still am scared.â I said and he smiled.Â
âI know, but thatâs okay.â He said.Â
âWhy did you decide to help me? You could have just ignored us too.â I asked and his smile grew a bit.Â
âItâs my job to help people, I was on my way to work anyway.â He said and I actually giggled.Â
âWell thank you. I owe you big time.â I said and he shook his head.Â
âY/N, itâs my job. You donât owe me anything.â He said.Â
âWell, Iâd still like to thank you somehow, maybe if I get some money back I can buy you dinner?â I asked and he blushed.Â
âU-Uh you donâtâŚâ He cleared his throat.Â
âYou donât have to do that.â He said and I smiled.Â
âBut Iâd like to. If you can save me and Cameron from what Chris has become, then Iâd really like to thank you somehow.â I said and he slowly nodded.Â
âI-I think this is the first time Iâve really seen you smile. Iâve noticed how they all looked forced, but I just assumed it was from work stress or from taking care of a small child.â He said and I blushed.Â
âCameron is the only thing that makes me smile anymore. Well that and you helping us.â I said. The door opened and a blonde girl with an interesting-looking dress, along with a black-haired woman, walked in and Aaron followed after her. He shut the door and she sat down right next to me. Aaron sat in the chair and the black-haired woman sat next to him.Â
âDonât you worry about a thing sweetie! We are going to take good care of you and that little bundle of joy out there. Iâm going to hack into that tracker he has on your phone and Morgan is searching your car to see if heâs tracking that too. Then Iâm going to work some of my magic and get you back in control of your accounts and youâll be right as rain!â She said in an extremely happy tone. I stared at her with wide eyes and looked over at Spencer. He nodded with a smile and I looked back towards the girl.Â
âT-Thank you⌠You can really do all that?â I asked and she smiled.Â
âOf course I can! Iâm a tech wizard!â She said and I smiled. I couldnât stop myself from hugging her.Â
âThank you so much, uhâŚâ I said with more tears falling. She returned the hug and rubbed my back.Â
âPenelope. Right well. Iâm going to go be your fairy godmother now. Youâre in great hands.â She said and winked at Spencer. He blushed and she left the room.Â
âY/N.â Aaron said, and I looked over at him and the woman.Â
âThis is Agent Emily Prentiss.â He introduced. I wiped my eyes and smiled.Â
âHi Y/N, Iâm going to need to ask you about what Chris did.â She said as she pulled out a notepad. I took a deep breath and nodded.Â
âOkay, I need you to tell me everything he did in as much detail as you can. Iâll also need to take pictures of the bruises without makeup.â She said and I cringed a little. No one really knows how bad they were.Â
âO-Okay.â I said.Â
âWe can take you to the hospital and make sure there isnât more serious damage.â Aaron said.Â
âOh no, thatâs okay.â I said.Â
âWe need to, Y/N, for the report.â Spencer said and I gulped.Â
âCameron canât see, SpencerâŚâ I said.Â
âDo you have anyone you trust to watch him?â He asked and I shook my head.Â
âBoth my parents are dead, I donât have any siblings, and my friends are all friends with Chris⌠I told you, Iâm alone in this.â I said, a tear slipping down my cheek.Â
âI canât lose him, SpencerâŚâ I said, more tears falling.Â
âHey, you wonât lose him, okay? I can see if JJ can watch him, she has kids his age.â He said and I bit my lip.Â
âThatâs too much I canât ask that.â I said.Â
âY/N, we really need to take you to the hospital.â He said. His sweet, kind eyes were begging me to agree.Â
âWe need to make sure there isnât more serious damage.â He added.Â
âT-There isâŚâ I whispered.Â
âY/N, I need you to tell me everything.â Emily said. I took a deep breath and looked up at her. I saw my phone light up and his name flash on the screen. I gulped and Aaron picked up the phone to look at it.Â
âI know this will be hard, but I need you to talk to him. Can you do that?â He asked and my eyes widened.Â
âHotch, you canât ask her to do that. Sheâs terrified.â Spencer said. The phone stopped ringing and Aaron sighed.Â
âHeâs going to call back, let me get Garcia and she can track it.â He said and left the room.Â
âB-But heâs out of the state, heâs not coming back until tomorrow.â I said confused.Â
âHe could have come back early.â Emily said and I felt my throat tighten. My breathing became heavy and I felt a strong need to get Cameron and run as far as we could.Â
âHey Y/N, itâs okay, youâre safe here. Just breath.â Spencer said and gently turned my head to face him.Â
âH-Heâll kill usâŚâ I whispered in a shaky breath.Â
âNo, we wonât let him, just take a deep breath.â He said and took an exaggerated breath. I tried to follow him and eventually calmed down by the time Aaron and Penelope returned. She sat down and opened her laptop.Â
âAlright, next time he calls Iâll be able to know exactly where he is.Â
âYou need to keep him talking for as long as possible,â Emily said as she moved to sit next to me. I nodded and my phone lit up again. Chris. My hands were shaking and I felt Spencer place his hand on my thigh.Â
âItâs okay, he canât hurt you here.â He said and I nodded. I took a deep breath and answered the phone, putting it on speaker.Â
âHey, honey.â I said, trying to sound as normal as possible.Â
âWhere the hell are you? You said you were going to the grocery store and now I canât see where the fuck you are.â He growled.Â
âI was just taking Cameron to the park first.â I said, hoping my lie sounded convincing.Â
âYou didnât fucking ask permission to go to the fucking park! You probably left our son at him by himself and went to go get fucked like the stupid whore you are!â He shouted.Â
âNo, Chris I-âÂ
âShut your fucking mouth! Iâm going to fucking kill you and find a proper bitch to take care of MY son.â He said and hung up. I dropped my phone and started breaking down. Spencer wrapped an arm around me and gently rubbed me up and down.Â
âGarcia, anything?â Aaron asked.Â
âHeâs on the highway, it looked like heâs going to her phone's last location which is-âÂ
âHereâŚâ I whispered. I quickly stood up and headed for the door.Â
âY/N, where are you going?â Spencer asked, following me to the door.Â
âHome.â I answered and went to open the door, but Spencer stopped me.Â
âHe said heâd kill you.â He said and I sighed.Â
âHeâs said it before and hasnât done it. Heâll just hit me.â I said and Spencer shook his head.Â
âI canât just let you leave and go back to that. He came home early all because you didnât go to the grocery store. You donât know when heâll snap.â He said and I shook my head.Â
âWhat if todayâs the day that he hits Cameron?â He asked and I turned to face him.Â
âI would never let that happen.â I said and he sighed.Â
âPlease, Y/N, we can help you.â He said and I dropped my hand from the handle.Â
âI-I have pictures⌠of what he did to meâŚâ I said and they all looked at me.Â
âWhere are they?â Emily asked.Â
âMy phone, in a hidden folder.â I said. She picked it and and started looking for it.Â
âHotch.â She said and showed him the phone. He nodded and looked over at us.Â
âY/N, you and your son need to stay here. If your husband is really coming to try and kill you then this is the safest place. Is Morgan still searching her car?â He asked Penelope.Â
âYes Sir.â She answered.Â
âGood, Iâll let him know Chris is on his way and we can meet him down there.â He said and Emily nodded.Â
âReid, you can stay up here with Y/N.â He said and Spencer nodded. They all left the room and it was just Spencer and myself.Â
âW-What about Cameron?â I asked.Â
âJJ will watch him still, Hotch wonât let him know anything.â He said and I nodded.Â
âI want to see him. I need to hold my baby, Spencer.â I said.Â
âYou will okay? Just calm down a bit.â He said and gently pulled me in for a hug.Â
âJust breath, Y/N. Then Iâll go get Cameron and you can hold him as much as you want.â He said, rubbing my back. It took me a little bit, but I managed to calm down. Spencer was a huge help and I pulled back, smiling at him. I wiped my tears and reached into my purse to check that the makeup was still in place. Thank God most of it was and I just had to fix it a little bit.Â
âLet me go get Cameron.â Spencer said and walked out of the room. I closed my eyes and tried my best to keep my breathing normal.Â
âYouâre safe here.â Spencerâs words repeated in my head.Â
âWeâre safe here.â I whispered to myself.Â
The door opened and I looked over to see Cameron laughing as Spencer tickled his side. I smiled and the sight made my heart skip a beat. Spencer was such a good person. Cameron looked over at me and his smile only grew.Â
âMommy!â He said and squirmed in Spencerâs hold. Spencer let him go and he ran up to me. I pulled him onto my lap and hugged him tightly.Â
âMommy, too tightâŚâ He mumbled and I pulled back a bit.Â
âSorry baby.â I said and he looked at me confused.Â
âWhatâs wrong, Mommy?â He asked and I shook my head.Â
âNothing baby, everything is gonna be okay.â I said and kissed his head. I looked up at Spencer and he nodded at me. Everything is gonna be okay.
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So I was tagged several times by amazing people: @patolemus and @endwersed, thank you for tagging me! đ
Here's a lil thingie from my bone witch!Stiles AU
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At last, he stopped and pinned Stiles down with a stare. âYou thought I wouldnât come, didnât you?â
Stilesâ heart plummeted. âDerekâŚâ
âYou thought I would abandon you? How low do you think of me?â
He couldnât bear to hear this voice, so dear to him, tremble with the poorly hidden anger and hurt. Unable to stay still, Stiles stepped towards the wolf.
âI think of you as an alpha loyal to his bones,â he said with heat. âLoyal to his pack first. Priorities, Derek.â
âYouââ Derek snapped his mouth shut and closed his eyes.
Stilesâ heart melted just a bit. His bones were filled with warmth once more.
Slowly, he walked up to the wolf and placed his hand on his tense shoulder. Derek didnât react apart from shifting his gaze to him.
âI am not your pack,â Stiles said as gently as he could, even though the words felt like nettle against his tender throat. âAnd I do not expect you to come running to my defense every time another idiot stumbles upon my home. I appreciate it, but I do not expect. Especially not when you have two newly turned pups running aroundâŚâ
âThey are grown adults,â Derek noticed in a low voice.
Stiles arched his eyebrow. âThen why are there shadows under your eyes?â
Derek looked at him for some time before the corner of his lips tugged up.
Stiles grinned. âSit down, alpha.â He patted Derek on the shoulder and pushed him towards the chair. âIâll make you something to eat.â
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Not tagging anyone cause I missed all the deadlines lmao, it's not Wednesday, Sunday, and not even seven sentences. Either way, if you read this, I wish for the inspiration to bonk you on the forehead like bonk-bonk and bam! đĽ the writer's block is gone
#sterek#sterek fic#stiles x derek#eternal sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#derek x stiles#sterek fanfic#my fics#sterek wip#sterek fanfiction#sterek au#wip wednesday#I swear I'm writing#they dance around each other so much#they are so gentle towards each other in this#derek is like im an alpha wolf bark bark#and stiles is like sure but have you eaten yet lemme cook for you#it's this quiet domestic intimacy and longing stares and genuine trust
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: Knitting, shared love, Dorks in Love, Idiots in Love, Soft, Soft Stiles Stilinski, soft Derek Hale, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Happy Summary:
Stiles has a passion for knitting, what he didnât expect was Derekâs reaction to it.
#sterek#tw#teen wolf#teen wolf sterek#derek hale x stiles stilinski#derek x stiles#knitting#crotchet#domestic#fluff#domestic fluff#soft#happy#feel good fic#sterek fanfiction#teen wolf fanfiction#ao3#writer
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part of a healthy balanced breakfast by haleofStilesheartÂ
âThatâs my cereal.â Stiles looked down at the bowl of cereal in front of him on the counter then raised his eyes to meet Derekâs. Swallowing his mouthful of Special K, Stiles snarked, âI noticed.â
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a lil short and sweet rec as a break from all the long fics at the moment lol
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Hello! Do you have any fics like âLetâs build a beehiveâ by GreyHaven?
Thanks for all you do!
Hey! I definitely got off track but here are a few similar fics.
Let's build a beehive by GreyHaven | 25K
Ten years after he last saw Derek, Stiles' life is in ruins and he has nowhere else to turn. He has Derek's address but will he be welcomed?
Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found)Â by alocalband | 25K | Explicit
A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.
Then Stiles shows up.
The Sun Comes Crashing In by pinetreekate | 18K | Explicit
Coming back to the moment, the guy says, âSo, you got a plan for all your canning? A big family, or lots of friends and co-workers?â
âNot really,â Derek says wryly. âItâs a ⌠new hobby, I guess, and I got a little carried away.â A little, he thinks, thatâs a laugh. Hugely carried away, is more like it. âI have way, way more than I know what to do with.â
âHappens,â the guy says, smiling into his eyes. Derekâs heart skips a beat as the eye contact lasts a second longer than it maybe should. âIâm Stiles, by the way,â he says, holding out a hand.
Derek shakes his hand, has to remind himself to let go. âDerek,â he answers, and feels his ears warm up.
Inertia by apocryphal | 21.6K | Mature
The last thing Derek and Cora are expecting to find outside their motel room is a gaunt Stiles Stilinski, lacrosse bag on one shoulder and the weight of the world on the other.
Gracious In Defeat by yodasyoyo | 18.1K | Mature
Stiles needs to get away from Beacon Hills after the end of his senior year. Derek offers to let him stay with him in SĂŁo Paulo, and they finally act on the tension that has always simmered between them.
The thing is, when itâs time to go home- Stiles doesnât want to leave.
The Moonâs Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific | 82.8K | Explicit
Derek doesnât want to call the window repair guy. He doesnât want to sweep up the glass. Heâll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.
He doesnât want to try to make this place feel like home when it isnât.
Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. Heâs tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.
He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building heâd bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.
And then he leaves.
Pretty Melody by thepsychicclam | 30.5K | Explicit
Stiles hasn't seen Derek in six years, so when he shows up at the bar where Stiles works, claiming to be some indie rock star, Stiles can't believe it. Stiles has even more trouble believing that he and Derek are about to have a one night stand.
Soon one night turns into two and three, and seeing Derek causes old wounds to open for Stiles. As Stiles reconnects with Derek, he finds himself painting things he's been avoiding, and he thinks maybe he'll finally start to heal.
hyper heart alone by  hito | 34.5K
When Stiles returns home to help his father recover from an injury, he discovers that things have changed somewhat in his absence: Derek is working closely with Stilesâ father, around the house and underfoot, generally annoying and disconcerting Stiles with his presence.
Well, Stiles isnât sure you could call all the sex they end up having annoying, but he isnât really willing to call it anything else, either.
The Hollow Moon by  thepsychicclam | 180K
Itâs the summer after Stilesâ first year of college, and heâs working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but heâs okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesnât care about, nope, not at all.
A Californian Werewolf in New York by dancinbutterfly, knight_tracer | 16.3K | Explicit
When Derek finally realizes that thereâs nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home.
there's a ritual for that by Spikedluv | 34.6K
Six months after Derek and Cora leave Beacon Hills, Stiles gets a text from Cora â theyâre in trouble and need help. Turns out that Derek is being wooed by a neighboring pack. The Alpha remembers his mother fondly and would love to have a Hale in her pack. Especially if that means she might breed in the ability to change into a full wolf. And sheâs not taking ânoâ for an answer, even when Derek lies and tells her that he already has a mate.
Except Derek didnât lie. When Stiles shows up to help with the emergency, he inadvertently discovers that he is Derekâs mate. Stiles tries not to think about it (he knows that the mate bond isnât written in stone, just look at Scott and Allison) as he (and Lydia, and Deaton) research mates and the challenges to the mate bond (because, of course thereâs a ritual for that) and try to keep the Alpha of the Palmer pack from discovering Stilesâ connection to Derek.
Home Is Wherever I'm With You by aussiebee | 9.9K | Explicit
Stiles goes backpacking across Europe and eventually settles with his family in Poland to go to uni there. He's trying his hardest to forget the drama of the past, and to get over a certain werewolf he once knew, but it turns out that's not as easy to do as he'd hoped.
#asks#sterek fics#ficrecs#derek leaves#derek comes back#stiles comes back#how stiles and derek got together#domestic sterek
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Am practicing with the popular Sterek variants
#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#stiles as joel#derek as mark west#joel#love and monsters#mark west#the domestics#sterek variants#anonazure#anonazure art
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#im the kids#married#i love them#faves#my favorite chaotic duo#dasey#derek x casey#casey x derek#derek venturi#casey macdonald#life with derek#life with luca#love#domestic#michael seater#ashley leggat#gif#gifs#gifset
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Gideon was so the father of the BAU, in S1 Ep5 theyâre discussing a kidnapping and he just starts peeling an orange and handing it out to them all, they all reach out to take pieces from him without them even saying anything about itâźď¸đâźď¸
#Even hotch reaches out to grab an orange slice#so domestic#domesticity#hotchner#aaron hotchner#jason gideon#derek morgan#elle greenaway#spencer reid#criminal minds#cbs criminal minds
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I have specifically hotchgan brainwrot about snuggling and sharing beds đđđ
uuuuugh. yes.
i am currently writing about them on vacation and always fall into the trap of "what can they possibly do that is better than just having the luxury of staying in bed as much as possible?" LIKE. is there a sight to see that is better than hotch's bed head or derek's sleepy eyes? what can a location offer that is worth more than warm skin and soft snores? i romanticize the hell out of the mundane and domestic.
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New Scotland Yard: My Boy Robby? (2.13, LWT, 1973)
"Why?"
"It's the hearing in the magistrates' court tomorrow. They wanted to frighten you. Show you they were serious."
'But they must have known that I'd phone you?"
"People who live in their sort of world often miscalculate the effects of violence and threats on those who live outside it."
#new scotland yard#my boy robby?#1973#lwt#classic tv#tony hoare#paul annett#john woodvine#john carlisle#bernard kay#dennis waterman#avril elgar#christine shaw#ken wynne#diane mercer#john savident#dennis blanch#don henderson#derek deadman#john tatham#i forgot to mention in my tags for 2.11 my excitement at seeing Dennis Blanch as a supporting copper; very early in his career with just a#handful of credits to his nameâ but by the end of the decade Blanch would find genre immortality as DC Derek Willis on The XYY Man and then#its follow up Strangers. well be still my beating heartâ because he's back and he's only brought George Bulman himselfâ Don Henderson along#for the ride! alas they share no scenes: Don's on the other side of the lawâ as a slightly peculiar fixer for a mob type (the ever#wonderful Bernard Kay). the plot is pretty nastyâ concerning a rape and murderâ but it also gives us some euphemistically referred to#lesbians (hoorah!) and a poodle killing (booo!). it's all over the place tbh. so s2 bows outâ and so do i for now; the first ep of s3 isn't#available online as far as i can tell so I'm pausing this show for now until i can figure out how to watch that missing ep#in the meantime im gonna get into the halloween spirit and revisit some classic brit tv spookers.. ye have been warned...#oh and yet another tw for this ep if you needed one: it also features some domestic violence. like i saidâ a nasty plot
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Laura Hale/Jordan Parrish, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale, Jordan Parrish Additional Tags: Laura Hale Lives, Awesome Laura Hale, Pack Alpha Laura Hale, Idiots in Love, First Meetings, Family Dinners, Domestic, Family Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Light Angst, Emotions, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Healing, Stiles is soothing for everyone, Stiles and Peter are besties, Everyone Needs A Hug, Touch-Starved, A lot of domestic touching, Scenting, Comfort, a lot of it, Protective Siblings Summary:
Derek is worrying about the new partner Laura is bringing over to introduce.
Stiles is like a balm to their cracks.Â
#fic recs#no cheating#no sharing#sterek#Peter & Stiles are besties#Laura Hale x Jordan Parrish#derek hale x stiles stilinski#domestic#fluff#light angst#family#pack#comfort#teen wolf#ao3#self rec
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