#traumabuddies

[pxrxmoore]

BETH DID YOU SEE

ASHTON

LITWRALLTLY JUST NOW

LEX IM SCREAMIGM

BIKE. LEATHER. JUNE FOUR.

[lambentskies]

stares off

guess what dumb bitch has decided they're in love with the weird-horror and emotional, intimate bond between a man and his monster that is the malevolent podcast.

Will I post it? Maybe. Arthur is a stubborn bean to figure out how to write in a way I'm happy with. (So of course I'm writing something 90% in his perspective.)

One day I will go back to that Azem chapter fic; one day I will go back to Wynnifred's story; one day I will post any of my complete BG3 short fics... but right now I'm just gonna. Continue my relisten of Malevolent and indulge the fixation and my deep and boundless love of weird-horror. Like if I ever had to answer "what is your favourite brand of horror, random bird?" or some similar question, it would absolutely be the unknowable and indescribable strangeness of a horror we cannot comprehend in the vein of the Lovecraft mythos, and I would probably do the goofy ass hoppy dance caiques do while answering.

Also I fell asleep last night listening to a reading of The Repairer of Reputations while (barely) high and it gave me weird impossible-geography-related dreams. It was great.

[butchdiaz]

EDDIE DIAZ: L'AMOUR DE MA VIE

a prompt fill for lynczxeon on twitter as part of @911actions gotcha for gaza! the event is over but jana and many other families still need your help <3

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[dangerpronebuddie]

Several Sentences Sunday!!

Tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @inell who both shared AMAZING stuff y'all should show some love!! 💚🩷

The doppleganger fic is my entire existence right now lol. I have a solid plan, and I'm about halfway through it!! With any luck at all, I can get this done soon. Have some of the oblivious boys ranting about the other oblivious boys:

"God, they are hopeless," Buck declares. "Who's hopeless?" Hen asks as they reach the top of the stairs. "Buckles and Noches," Eddie says. Hen raises her eyebrows and snaps her book shut. "And uh, just how are they hopeless?" "Eduardo definitely has a thing for Ethan," Eddie says. "And Ethan definitely has a thing for Eduardo," Buck says, "but-" he holds up a finger- "he doesn't know it." Hen slumps back into the couch cushions with an exasperated groan. "I know right?" Eddie and Buck say in unison. A loud thunk echoes through the loft. All three turn to the source of the noise: Chimney with his forehead thumped against the dining table. Beside him, Ravi has his head in his hands. “You guys feeling okay?” Buck asks. “I think we're suffering from a collective psychotic break,” Chim mutters, his voice muffled by the table. “So… how did you reach this… revelation?” Hen asks, looking between Eddie and Buck over her glasses. “It's not rocket science,” Eddie scoffs, flopping down into the nearest armchair. Buck squeezes in beside him rather than sitting in the other available chairs. They're pressed together from ankle to shoulder. “Come on, it's obvious,” he states. “They're always together, they're constantly touching in some way-” “-and they even finish each other's sentences,” Eddie adds. Buck nods in agreement. Hen's eye twitches.

(tags under the cut! As always please let me know if you want to be added/ removed):

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[rogerzsteven]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @wikiangela @bidisasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz

Hello hello HELLO 📢 new bucktommy fic 👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼🤕coming to you TONITE on archiveofourown dot org slash users slash rogerzsteven ✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻 😙😙😙🫦🫦🫦

So, slowly, Buck pulls the door open, and a restrained smile curves up his lips as he greets the other man, his heart racing at the thought of what to come. But when Buck’s reddened eyes meet Tommy’s, the look on Tommy’s face softens just like that, his expression shifting to a gentle concern, and Buck feels fuzzy all over again. “Hey.” Buck manages to speak clearly this time, stepping aside as Tommy walks in. Tommy’s stare is too intense, too gentle for Buck to handle, he finds himself averting his gaze and looking down. “Evan.” Tommy says softly, with worry, and places his fingers under Buck’s chin to tilt it up, taking another step and leaning closer. “My God.” Tommy’s hand slides down to rest on his neck, a featherlight sensation, and traces the tip of his fingers over the ugly bruises on Buck’s throat, touching every inch of dark patch of skin so gently as he examines, like he’s scared to hurt him.

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[tokuvivor]

Okay, we absolutely talk about the main 4 kids as friends (the triplets and Webby), but why not these 4 as their own group?

I raise you…The B-Team!

I think one of the brilliant things about this foursome is how great each would be in a duo, no matter who you pair them up with.

Configuration 1:

Lena and Violet-Sisters and fellow magic enthusiasts.

Boyd and Gosalyn-Besides the fact that they were added into the friend group a bit later on, they’re both kinda superhero-adjacent (Boyd with Gizmoduck, Gosalyn with Darkwing), plus they did work together in the finale.

Configuration 2:

Lena and Boyd-Both came from abusive pasts, and were helped to overcome it. #TraumaBuddies Plus, I think they’d both be super protective of each other, in a big sister-little brother kind of way.

Violet and Gosalyn-Despite their obvious differences in personality, they both thrive on danger and the unknown. See this post by @writebackatya for a better explanation.

Configuration 3:

Lena and Gosalyn-They’re both total bad Bs. And I see them both having a very dry sense of humor.

Violet and Boyd-They’re both Junior Woodchucks, they’re both nerds, and both had an episode focusing on their dynamic with Huey (I cannot talk enough about the three of them as a trio, though. #StreamThePowerofThree)

But yeah. Lena, Violet, Boyd, and Gosalyn would be an interesting quartet together.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

wip wednesday

tagged by @sibylsleaves @rogerzsteven @wildlife4life @ebdaydreamer @bidisasterbuckdiaz @theotherbuckley @wikiangela @daffi-990 @tizniz

muah thank you lovelies! my bucktommy wip is slow going but it's coming along! honestly utterly breathless over these two and it's hard to concentrate asdfghjkl

It's strange and new and fun and exciting, being kissed like this. Being kissed like this by another man. Being kissed like this while that man is on top of him.

Usually, in Buck's experience, kissing has just been a stepping stone, a lead up, nothing more than the simmering action that leads up to sex and then dissolves amidst slapping skin and shaky moans and quick orgasms.

Occasionally his partner would kiss him afterward, a slack pressure meant to communicate thanks for the good time, and even when he was in serious relationships those kisses still had a fleeting essence about them.

Not with Tommy.

Tommy has kissed Buck over and over and over. Against the door. While they tripped up the stairs. During the awkward, thrilling motions of taking their clothes off. Through smiles and laughter and sighs and whimpers.

And still even now, with Buck spread open and quivering beneath him, the two of them breathless and lust drunk, when there's no real need or graceful ability to kiss, Tommy kisses him.

He kisses and kisses and kisses Buck, all stubble and strength and sensuality, and Buck has never felt so wanted, so desired, so cherished. Like maybe his mouth is just as good as the rest of him. Like all the other parts of him matter to Tommy just as much as his cock.

tagging @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @canonbibuck @bibuddie @shitouttabuck @chronicowboy @911onabc @spotsandsocks @devirnis @bvckandeddie @lover-of-mine @colonoscopys @wh0re-behavi0r @traumabuddies @transboybuckley @rewritetheending @athenagranted @try-set-me-on-fire @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @messyhairdiaz @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @bi-buckrights @saybiwithme and anyone else who wants to share!

[buddie-fic-recs-this-way]

you strip me down into nothing (show me what i've been missing)

—if you love fwb, this one's for you!

author: screamingcolours | rated: e | words: 28k | ao3 link

summary:

“You could sleep with me.”

It’s Buck’s turn to choke on his drink.

“Wh—what? That’s not funny, Eddie.”

“I’m not joking.”

“Okay,” Buck says, slowly and looking at him with so much confusion, like he’s expecting a catch. “Why? Why would you offer to do this?”

That’s the part where Eddie should have a thought out answer about how this makes sense, because they’re both single and trust each other with everything or whatever, and maybe it wouldn’t be a lie.

But the truth is, he’s looking at Buck right now, on the verge of some kind of breakdown over sex of all things because he needs to be told he’s good and loved and needed, and Eddie will be damned if he’s not going to give him that.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

or

Eddie offers to sleep with Buck ~for science~, they become friends with benefits, and Eddie takes way, way too long to pick up on what it all really means.

—kels reasons to read—

delicious smut

them being oblivious idiots made it even better

@traumabuddies

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

@lonelychicagos posted a prompt talking about an anonymous website that eventually led to the Hotchniss reunion and I took it and RAN. Here is what I hope to be part 1 of a multichapter fic. I also despise tumblr formatting nd i’m on mobile so apologies.

Here is the original prompt!

The Phoenix and the Rocket

She doesn’t know why she does it. She chalks it up to Penelope’s unwavering, relentless, quite frankly annoying efforts to get her to make friends. Or maybe it was Dave’s prodding comments about her home life. Probably Tara and JJ’s mischievous scheming during BAU drinks or Luke’s teasing. Could have been becuse of Reid’s statistics and prattling about her age and how ‘lonely people are more likely to experience depression’. Bastard. She gave him more paperwork than anyone else. Perhaps it was the jealousy that flairs in her chest whenever she watches Matt interact with his kids or when her phone pings when Derek sends a picture into their group chat of Hank standing for the first time.

Although, if asked, she’ll say it’s the wine.

Her therapist was the one who brought up the forum in the first place. “It’s a great way to meet with people, Emily” The woman told her softly towards the end of their first session. “People who have unimaginable trauma, like yourself.”

So that was how Emily Prentiss found herself on a Saturday night making an account to sign into the website ‘TraumaBuddies’. The name alone left a vile taste in her mouth, which she squished down with another gulp of red wine. It was a website where strangers can willingly dump on a public forum, opening themselves up to a conversation. Therapists have called it revolutionary ; No one helps the traumatised like the traumatised

She spends hours combing through different stories of the horrible trauma people have endured. One or twice, she comes across familiar stories that she’s almost certain we’re victims of cases her team (both past and present solved.) Her heart tugs when the username ‘KatieJacobs235’ pops up. Emily reaches out to her personally, messaging the girl who would be no doubt in her 20’s by now, more nausea swirled in her stomach at the passage of time, and types a message she hopes would be comforting.

It was the next post that made her stop scrolling entirely. The horrors the user ‘RockyRacoon’ (The Beatles song made her snort) went through was unbelievable. If Emily hadn’t seen or even been through the shit she had , she would call bs and move on.

A serial killer who got his wife, his son been the target of another, a bomb and losing another woman he loved when she died alongside countless of other trauma dumps in one go. That was incredible and inspiring to live through.

She blames the wine for the fact she didn’t draw up the similarities sooner as she types a message out.

PhoenixPren : You are inspiring. Take it from someone who’s seen a lot and been through a lot. Everything you have been through has made you stronger, and I - for one- am proud of the fact you’re still around. May I ask some questions?

And she hits send.

~~~~

Getting a ping on his laptop at 1am on a Saturday night from that goddam website his 16 year old son signed him up on was the last thing Aaron Hotchner expected. He wasn’t even the one who wrote it, Jack did it for him, and as such never actually expected anything to come of it.

“Dad, It’ll be good” Jack had said. “You can talk about everything anonymously. It might be helpful to write it all down.”

He hadn’t though, content in leaving the one post up there. Jack had said everything he would have said, anyway.

It had been hard for both of them. Being the target of serial killer would damage people well enough but the target of a second one was downright ludicrous.

When they emerged from Witsec, their old names mixing with their new - Frank and Max - and their old life threatening their new one, Jack had fell back into routine immediately. His first contact was his aunt, then his old friends. It was good, Aaron thought, that he was able to settle in. The nightmares still persisted and there were demons around every corner but Jack took his mothers genes and held his head high, going along with the flow.

Aaron couldn’t. He couldn’t return back to that life - to them, the bau, to the woman who packed up her life from another continent solely to save his ass and because he had asked her to, to Aaron. He briefly entertained the idea of picking up the phone, wondering deeply if she experienced the same identity crisis he put himself through, after he forced her into a similar situation.

He didn’t though, and he stayed hidden like a coward.

No one had opened up dialogue on the website, the ex-agent chalked it up to intimidation, until now, 3 months after it was posted. More intrigued and bored than anything, Jack was out for the night with friends, Hotch clicked the notification. His ever present frown deepened at the username, his brain fruitlessly searched for what had sparked recognition.

When nothing ultimately came up, Aaron sighed. He read over the thoughtful message multiple times, debating on a response. Jack’s words echoed in his brain. It’ll be good.

What has he got to lose?

PhoenixPren : May I ask some Questions?

RockyRacoon : Thank you for your kind words. What would you like to know?

~~~~

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[pxrxmoore]

BETH IM SO UNWELL 😭😭😭😭😭 BEST MOST SPECIAL SHOW OF MY LIFE FR IT WAS MAGICAL I CRIED SOBBBED AAAHHHH

GRAAHHHH IM SO SO HAPPY FOR U 😭😭 god i literally can’t believe he’s ?? a real human being let alone ON TOUR RIGHT NOW. WWAAAHHH i’m gonna cry soo so bad when i see him LFG 🫡

[butchdiaz]

my ego dies at the end

commissioned by @spacediscos <3 song by jensen mcrae

tags! @goldenbcnes @chronicowboy @eddiesbegins @poughkeepsies @ilostyou

@anirudhpisharody @try-set-me-on-fire @jeeyuns @inapastlife @userautumn

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@wellcollapse @spoilerspawn @daughter-of-winterfell @comeon-intothemadhouse @gayedmundo

[dangerpronebuddie]

WIP Wednesday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @inell @exhuastedpigeon who all shared WONDERFUL stuff y'all should absolutely show some love!! 🩵💚

Since a lot of people expressed interest in Clipboard Buck's sexuality quiz, I'm sharing some of that 😊. Haven't had a lot of time to write today, had to take pupper to the vet for his shots (he's okay! A little mad about it, but he's kinda dramatic lol). Anyway, this fic is slowly coming together. I'm hoping it won't take super long, but ya know. Have one of my favorite parts:

"So you're..." Hen trails off. She's biting back a smile that screams I knew it. "I don't know what I am," Buck shrugs. "For the longest time I thought how I felt was just... normal." "It's not abnormal," Hen assures him. She rounds the coffee table and sits on it. "That's what Maddie said," Buck sighs. "All I know is I am definitely not straight, and I want to know what I am." "You don't have to pick a label," Hen points out. "I never did," Chim says before taking another bite of celery. The entire team looks at him, varying degrees of surprise on their faces. He looks around the group. "What? I'm not straight. This can't be news to you." "I knew you were flirting with Eddie his first shift," Buck declares at the same time Hen says "it's not news." Eddie raises his eyebrows and grins at Chim, who honest to God blushes. "I was being friendly," Chim insists. "You were being a possessive golden retriever trying to mark your territory, I... didn't want him to feel unwelcome, that's all." "Aw, thanks, Chim," Eddie says, patting his knee. "Or was it Asian Fabio?" Chim shoves at him. The force throws Chim off balance and he falls against Eddie's side, knocking him into Buck, who half collapses across the couch like a line of ridiculous dominos. Hen cackles and Bobby scrubs his hands over his face with a long suffering sigh. By some miracle, their coffees- and Chim's celery and peanut butter- escape the mess unscathed. Chim scrabbles up and takes a seat beside Hen on the coffee table, glaring at Eddie like all that was his fault. Eddie sits up and takes Buck's hand, pulling him upright. "Oh, so you help Buck but not the guy who wasn't afraid to flirt with you?" Chim balks. "I've always been the favorite," Buck says with a cheeky grin, knocking his shoulder against Eddie's. "Before we end up calling an ambulance to our own firehouse," Bobby says, "have you thought any about the label you might want?" Buck sighs, his shoulders dropping. "I've tried. It's all really confusing and I've read articles about each one that might apply to me until the screen went blurry." "Why don't you do one of those quizzes they used to put in magazines?" Bobby suggests.

(tags under the cut. As always, please let me know if you want to be added/ removed):

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@tofanasmuse and anyone else who wants to share!! 🥰🩷

[prettyboybuckley]

tag list pt 2 💕

@lilbuddie @damagedfletching @laundryandtaxesworld @revenge-of-the-assbutt @bucknerdycore

@longerthanexpectedexistence @scknight05 @greenfairrryy @i-am-married-to-my-fandom-blog @lin27

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Chapter 5 of this can't be love by prettyboybuckley

23.7k | 5/? | Explicit | Chose Not To Warn | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz/Tommy Kinard

Summary:

Chapter 5 "Tommy, hey," Eddie says, putting on a smile. "What're you doing here?" "Figured you could use some company after, you know, the other day," Tommy replies, holding up the beer so it's in Eddie's line of sight.

Buck may be an omega, but he’s lived most of his life since presenting as a beta thanks to strong suppressants. Despite having vowed to never date an alpha, when Tommy asks him out, Buck can’t resist.

Eddie had come to terms with knowing he would never have a chance with his best friend. When Tommy starts dating Buck, Eddie quickly becomes jealous, though after a while he feels confused. Who exactly is he jealous of?

Tommy falls for Buck harder than he expected, but he doesn’t want to lose Eddie as a friend. After something happens to Buck, he starts to think that maybe none of them have to choose.

OR: three men slowly but surely fall in love with each other despite societal expectations - things get complicated

Read on ao3: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

[rogerzsteven]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @elvensorceress @bidisasterevankinard @spotsandsocks @wikiangela for this tag game, and also tagged by

@try-set-me-on-fire @honestlydarkprincess @tommykinards @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz

@the-likesofus @underwaterninja13 for several games over the weekend (consider this as your tag for ttt) (this tag bug is stupid btw tumblr)

Writing as a way of dissociation <3 or your girl is gonna lose her mind in no time hah

Turning the engine off, Tommy turns to his side, fingers combing his boyfriend’s dirty curls away from his forehead, and plants a soft kiss on his temple. “Baby.” Whispering. “Wake up, we’re here.” Evan’s chest rises and falls on a steady rhythm, face slack, and he keeps sleeping. And god, he looks fucking adorable that Tommy’s heart twists a little, but it’s time to go inside, so he removes his hand from Evan’s hair to rest it on his thigh, and gives his boyfriend a gentle but firm squeeze. “Evan.” Tommy watches Evan sleep, starts rubbing his hand up and down his jeans and finally, Evan’s breath hitches in his throat, his eyes flutter, and he startles awake. His brows knitted, Evan squints his bleary baby blues and glances around as he sluggishly blinks once, twice, a minute of silence, and a sleepy, disoriented sound tears his throat. “Wh— ‘t’s not my loft?" “We’re at my place.” Tommy quickly assures to soothe the confusion dripping from his boyfriend, another reassuring squeeze on his thigh. “It was closer.”

Tagging @bi-buckrights @eddiebabygirldiaz @saybiwithme @wildlife4life @theotherbuckley

@evanbi-ckley @prettyboybuckley @traumabuddies

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @tizniz and @sibylsleaves

thanks darlins <3

here's some of my big bang fic which i can start sharing now yayyy! ive lovingly dubbed it my eddie + wanting fic

For the first time since Eddie buried himself in Buck’s neck like a child, he turns away from the other man in shame.

Buck makes some kind of noise, a little hurt whine that makes Eddie’s heart shrivel up in his chest, but Buck doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t try to get Eddie to look at him again. He just gets up from the table and pads softly to the kitchen then comes back with a full glass of water which he sets down in front of Eddie.

Eddie swallows thickly and smacks his lips a little, suddenly so terribly aware of the dryness of his mouth. This small act–the tender care of it and the show of how well Buck knows him–is enough to get Eddie to lift his weary eyes and gather enough strength to twist his expression into a question.

“Drink,” Buck says quietly, gesturing to the glass with a wave of his finger. “Crying like that–I know how thirsty it can make you.”

He doesn’t know how Buck does it. How does he say something so simple but so meaningful? How does he acknowledge what he witnessed without making Eddie feel horrible or pathetic while also letting Eddie know that he’s not alone?

If there were any tears left in him, they would tumble out now, probably in even bigger sobs, all catastrophic and heaving, but there’s none, so Eddie just nods and picks up the glass.

The stark, brisk cold smoothness of the water against his dry, tattered mouth is so good. Eddie drinks and drinks and drinks, large gulps that make his lungs burn because he can barely breathe.

“Slow,” Buck admonishes.

Eddie obeys, grateful for the care but more so for the orders, because at the very least that’s something he can do, he can follow orders and at the end of the day he just wants someone to tell him what to do so he doesn’t have to decide, so he doesn’t have the option of fucking up.

tagging @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @shitouttabuck @canonbibuck @bibuddie @bvckandeddie @devirnis @spotsandsocks @loserdiaz @bi-buckrights @monsterrae1 @lemonzestywrites @try-set-me-on-fire @lover-of-mine @sunshinediaz @jeeyuns @spagheddiediaz @transboybuckley @traumabuddies @saybiwithme @messyhairdiaz @bekkachaos @fiona-fififi @butchdiaz @bigfootsmom and anyone else who wants to share!

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

The Phoenix And The Rocket

Chapter 5 / 8-ish

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Emily Prentiss, at the insistent of her therapist, signs up for a Trauma ‘dumping’ site. She never expected that her Dump would connect her back to her old boss and the man she’s been in love with for over ten years.

Also the man she’s absolutely furious at for leaving

We’re moving spectacularly fast yall, i’m the one writing and i’m like 🫣 slow down guys

Edit : Since publishing I have been made aware that the term ‘Trauma Bonding’ is actually an abuse tactic and doesn’t mean ‘bonding over shared trauma’. Would like to make it clear that was a very strong mistake on my part and I apologise deeply for any offence.

Read below the cut

She's not surprised when Dave walks in her office when the case ends and they're home five days later, two glasses in one hand and a bottle of Jack in the other. She manages a smile at him as he shuts the door and sits up to pluck the bottle up.

"Wanna tell me what's going on?" Dave asks, teasing but Emily can detect the concern. "Who the guy is?" After her outburst at the precinct, he knew there was more to the story.

After the thing with Mendoza ended badly, Dave was Emily's sounding board. He was there for her in lieu of any of the girls as a drinking buddy, an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on.

Emily didn't have a father growing up, he ran out the second he could, and Dave has worked his way in, settling in her heart and filling that hole in her life. It's not a secret they have a relationship further beyond colleagues. He's her father figure in all walks of life and she's his daughter.

His favourite child out of all of them, if you will.

The concern he's showing her now is that of a father panicking about his daughter not of a colleague probing into another's love life.

She's told her girls, and they've most likely already relayed the information to Garcia so eventually the correct story is going to go around so she may as well confess her sins now.

Emily sighs and swigs the drink to hold of her reply. "I don't know" She admits finally. Seeing his confused expression, she looks down, fiddling with her glass. "It's an anonymous website" She tells him. "It's called TraumaBuddi-"

"TraumaBuddies" Dave finishes off, nodding. "Heard of it, it's where you unload all your shit right?"

"Yeah" Emily laughs slightly at his words. "Yeah it is. Some of the stuff on there is heavy" She breathes, shaking her head. "But uh. Yeah this guys story was intriguing so" She shrugs and finishes her first glass quickly, just after he took two sips of his own.

"So what is it?" The man asks, intrigued.

Emily pauses, wondering not for the first time if by telling a story that wasn't hers to tell would be betrayal. Dave seems to read her mind, for he nods and backs off.

But Emily decides to tell him everything that Rocket has told her. She can't hold it in any longer, and almost vows that she'll send Rocket an apology once Dave leaves.

She tells him all the details of his story but leaves out anything else. Dave gets told that Rocket's wife was killed by a serial killer but not that Rocket got a piercing on his ear when he was 15 and dared to by the girl who later became his wife. He gets told that Rocket had been stabbed more than 5 times but not that his favourite hobby is fishing because of the way his son laughed when the Bass he caught fought back. He gets told about how Emily talked him through the multiple identity crisis but not that Rocket's favourite movie is Interstellar.

"Wow" Dave laughs when she finishes. Emily is breathless by the time she spews all that out. There is more sneaky glinting in his eye that makes Emily want to scream. "Two serial killers, a car bomb, losing the love of his life?" He shakes his head and drains the rest of his whisky. "If I didn't know any better I'd say this 'Trauma Buddy' was Hotch" He says before standing and disposing of his glass.

Emily freezes mid pouring. His words echoed around her. "Hotch?" She laughs though it was shaky. Dave just looks at her suspiciously. "That's impossible" She shakes her head, resuming her task of pouring a healthy dose.

"Why?"

Another shake of her head and pathetic laughter. "Because it is, Dave" She insists through gritted teeth. A fume of anger sparks in her chest that she doesn't think is fair but also doesn't attempt to push away.

"Okay" The old man shrugs. "Don't drink any more of that bottle, Bella" He warns like a father on his way out of the office. "You drive here."

"Relax, dad" Emily grumbles. "I took a cab" He doesn't hear her as he exits the office otherwise he'd have been forcing her in his car.

Emily sat alone, making no move to follow him, and drank a further two glasses. Dave's words made her lose herself in thought.

It can't be, right?

It was an hour later when the cleaners showed up and the lights shut off that Emily got moving. One of the janitors flashes her a friendly smile, too many late nights in the office was the cause of that, as she leaves. Her hands itched towards her phone as she waits for her cab.

A serial killer who got his Ex-Wife.

Foyet and Haley.

A Car Bomb that made his hearing go fuzzy.

NYC and Kate.

Another serial killer targeting his son.

Scratch and Jack.

Rocket checks all the major boxes.

Emily curses loudly and angrily upon entering her house. She throws her satchel forcefully, stomping towards her laptop. She wonders how in the hell she missed it? Is she that stupid? What kind of profiler is she to not read through the subtext. She slams her fingers on the keyboard, logging into that stupid website and immediately going to Rocket's page.

With every new sentence she grows more angry and resentful until one made her pause.

"After my wife died, I moved on. But just two years later, I experienced the same heartbreak again when I lost the woman who I had grown to love. She didn't know that, of course, when she left but I lost her all the same. She came back briefly for around 7 months but decided to leave again.

In the span of a year I lost the love of my life twice.

In the span of three I had lost two."

It couldn't have been Hotch.

Emily would've have known - Garcia would have blabbed the second it happened - if something that detrimental happened while she was away. In Paris or London. It couldn't have happened while she was here and she just didn't know about it.

It couldn't have been Hotch.

With a sigh of relief, Emily begins typing out a new message.

PhoenixPren : Hey Rocket! I see you haven't replied to my last message is everything okay?

She starts moving around, not one to wait for a reply, when her laptop pings almost instantly.

RockyRackoon : Hello. Sorry for not replying sooner, Max and I are moving house and it's been hectic. How are you, Phoenix?

She smiles, ignoring the warm feeling in her chest, and shrugs as if her partner can see her.

PhoenixPren : Max? Is that your son?

She types and deletes that message a few times before ultimately sending it.

PhoenixPren : And I'm okay.Ish. We have a rough case at work

RockyRacoon : Oof makes me glad i'm retired.

RockyRacoon : And yes, He's my son. He's 16 nearly, we're moving closer to his maternal aunt.

Emily grins at the personal details Rocket shared.  Then her smile wavered. Jack Hotchner would be 16 and Jess still lives around here, somewhere, JJ saw her in a grocery store a few months back.

His name is Max, Emily.

She couldn't tell whether she was happy or disappointed at that.

Mid typing out a polite congratulations / good luck reply, Sergio suddenly shoots out of her workspace making papers fly everywhere.

"Sergio!" She scolds, exasperated. "What is up with you lately?" She shakes her head, putting a hand on her beating chest. She ignores the pest as he mewls for her attention, dropping to her knees to pick up the papers. Emily can't even tell you what half of them are and spends a while just reading over them with furrowed brows.

Until she gets to a paper that only she has and that she should have destroyed.

A letter of resignation, another of recommendation followed by two fake IDs.

Aaron and Jack.

Frank and Max.

Emily buckles, falling to sit awkwardly on her hip as she gasps. No fucking way. She scans each ID thoroughly, lingering on Jack's - Max's - for far too long.

Well now she was fucked.

A ping on her laptop made her whirl around.

RocketRacoon : Actually, Max's aunt lives in Alexandria, Virginia. Isn't that your neck of the woods?

She could scream.

With shaky hands, she types slowly.

PhoenixPren : Yeah. I'm in Dupont Circle.

RocketRaccoon : Oh, only 20 minutes away.

Emily is still on her knees on the floor, using her couch as a table.

Don't do it. Please don't ask. If you ask I cannot say no.

RocketRaccoon : This may be a bit forward, But would you like to get coffee? We arrive Friday Morning.

Ah, he did it.

Emily was typing before she could even think. The possibility that it was that man was making her act upon impulse.

PhoenixPren : Given that my team and I aren't on a case, absolutely. I know a great cafè in Alexandria. Rise and Grind.

She recalls, briefly, that R&G was his favourite coffee place but he never could get it because he lived in Quantico, almost an hour out.

RocketRacoon: I know the place. See you there, Phoenix.

PhoenixPren : How will you know it's me?

RocketRaccoon : I'll know.

Aaron stares at the computer, heart beating fast and filled with dread. Jack is next to him on the couch, waving his broken arm around like he could magically fix it.

He didn't know what the fuck just overcame him.

Inviting her out for coffee?

Where the fuck did that come from?

He removes the glasses from his face, wiping his hand over it tiredly. He groans lowly, making Jack snicker. The trees rustle harshly, mockingly, in the window making him shoot a glare out.

"Mom thinks you're funny to" Jack muses, smirking at the window. Aaron rolls his eyes and closes his laptop after Phoenix doesn't reply.

"Mom can shut up" He retorts, resisting a smirk of his own when the trees shake harder, as if Haley was yelling at him.  She probably was, if he could delude himself that far.

Jack snorts. "That's you told" He says, switching the channel on the tv. "Told you dating is okay."

Aaron groans again and puts the laptop on the floor in front of him. The coffee table is gone, sold in a yard sale they had two days ago. The rest of the nicknacks and furniture around the room baring the couch has either been sold or packed away. They fly out on Thursday night, the cheapest flight times he could find, with the rest of their stuff meeting them throughout the weekend.

It's taken a lot of effort. Jack is in his sophomore year at school so Aaron has had to deal with admin pulling him out, then actually finding a house that's moderately close to another school, vetting the school and seeing which is best for him but also trying to find a house that's close enough to Jess but far away from any of his old teammates.

And that's hard enough in itself when you haven't had contact with any of them so you don't even know where they are living.

So yeah, moving across the country is a little hectic.

"Jack" He scolds. "It's not a date."

"You've been chatting up a woman-"

"I don't think you can call it chattin-“

"You've been chatting up a woman" Jack repeats as if his father hadn't spoken. He smirks as he remembers the woman's user name but wisely chooses not to comment. There's a reason his dad didn't tell him it was Miss Emily, so he won't push. "Flirting a lot and then you ask her out to coffee? Sounds like a date to me dad"

The trees rustle as if to back up his point.

Aaron rolls his eyes. "No it was a moment of madness fuelled by you and your mother's" He points to the tree. "Meddling tendencies." He stands and puts his laptop away in the bag in top of his suitcase. "It is not a date, I'm merely going to meet and thank this woman for helping me. Now, Are we playing Mario Kart or what?" He asks pointedly.

Jack side eyes the window again as Aaron leaves to find the game in one of the boxes. "I don't think we meddle" He says to the ghost of his mom. "Do we?" The trees shake again and Jack takes it as if she's shaking her head. He carefully watches the doorway. "It is who I think it is right, mom?" He asks softly. "Be still if it is." The child that still lives inside him holds out the imagination that the nature outside really is his mom, still with him.

The trees shake gently a few times before the wind miraculously dies down. Jack breaks into a wide smile as Aaron comes back with the game in hand.

"What?" His father asks suspiciously.

Jack just shakes his head. "Nothin" He replies nonchalantly. The tree backs him up with another shiver, making Aaron roll his eyes and start the game with no other thought cast to his ‘date’.

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