#Aaron comes up to the door of the dorm and just hears an out of context conversation

[jtl-fics]

Man there is nothing worse than just wanting to read a fic that doesn't exist but also not having the will to write it.

I just want to read an Andrew who has a hard time keeping his hands off of Neil and always wanting to be like massaging him. Not even like in a spicy way just like he has Neil sit between his legs during movie night so that he can give Neil scalp massages and Neil has yet to make it through a movie when Andrew's hands are on him like this. Andrew sees Neil's shoulders all tense after he gets in his head about something and Andrew coming over and his fingers are digging into knots and rubbing Neil's neck. Neil ran a bit too far during his run and Andrew's got Neil's gross ass foot in his lap and looking at a reflexology notebook. Neil having a nightmare and Andrew's just rubbing his back.

I just desire Andrew being given blanket permission to touch Neil and using that permission to bring comfort.

#Andreil #AFTG #Aaron comes up to the door of the dorm and just hears an out of context conversation #Andrew: “You're too tight. I gotta be slow.” #Neil: “Just push it in. I'll be fine.” #Andrew: “Stop moving I'm going to spill the oil on the couch.” #Aaron (bursting in): “ON OUR COUCH?” #Andrew sitting on Neil's ass and working out a knot in Neil's lower back. #Neil: “I said the floor was probably better.” #Andrew: “Shut up your ribs are still sore. I'm not putting you on the floor.”

[cloudlessly-light]

you should do something where like Emily may be left a book on the counter and aaron opens it up and reads a little bit of it and it’s pure smut and he gets like super turned on

A/N: Happy first day of the new year to all of you wonderful people! I hope you enjoy this little filth, I might not be able to write much in the coming weeks but I wanted to get this one out here to start the year off right with our favorite idiots in lust (and love) <3

Title: Tell me your favorite  Summary: Aaron doesn’t think much of it when he randomly picks up Emily’s book one day. What he reads, he certainly enjoys and he wants more.   Word Count: 2,6k Rating:  Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral sex, dirty talk, choking (quickly)

Emily had always loved to read. Ever since learning how to put the letters together to read the words in her colorful books she had loved storytelling and getting lost in other worlds. It was a love that would last a lifetime, starting as a young child in her bedroom reading about princesses and fairytales. As she got older she found herself lost in science fiction and strong heroines. Countless nights being spent imagining that she was in another realm or battling for what was right. It was her way to escape.

Then one day she randomly found the term erotica, and as a curious 19-year-old who hadn’t really seen the appeal of sex since losing her virginity way too young, she bought a book and read it in her dorm room.

She was instantly intrigued, and even though she still loved her female heroes and science fiction or even the occasional thriller, her collection of erotica also expanded. Even as she grew up, became older experienced what sex could really be like, and the thrills of it, she still loved to get lost in the fantasy of what was written on the pages.

It’s not something she hides, but she also doesn’t bring it up and when she moves in with Aaron he doesn’t seem to think much of the books he’s placing on their bookshelf in their new home. Most of them aren’t very telling, and even though she’s not ashamed of her books, she’s secretly happy that he can be looking at the cover of one of the filthiest books she owns and he doesn’t realize. It was something just for her, and even though she wouldn’t care much if he knew, she had never really shared that part of herself with anyone before.

“We’re going to need another bookshelf soon.” Aaron teases when she gets home one day, two new books added to her collection.

“I’ve been waiting for these for months.” She smiles and places one on a shelf and the other hand still in her hand as she makes her way towards their bedroom to be put on her bedside table.

“What is it about?” He grabs the book and inspects the cover that’s black, showing what looks like curtain ropes tied together. “This seems… dark.”

Emily bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smirking, that particular book a particularly kinky one that delves into BDSM dynamics.

“It can be.” She says and takes the book back and then loops her arms around his neck. She smiles when his warm hand immediately moves under the hem of her shirt to press her against him.

“Don’t you get enough of this at work, sweetheart?” His nose nuzzles hers and she shakes her head.

“Not that kind of dark.”

“Can you read it to me?” He mumbles against her lips and she hums, the sound content and low.

“Maybe some other time.” She kisses him, enjoys the way his familiar body feels against her for a moment as she gets lost in him. It’s not until they hear Jack’s bedroom door opening that she pulls away, knowing that the 8-year-old was most likely in search of food.

She doesn’t start her new book that night, too occupied by Aaron as he wrings pleasure from her body until they’re both exhausted.

A couple of weeks go by and they’ve finally gotten back from a case when she decides to start reading her new book. Aaron was going to come home late and Jack was at Jessica’s for the weekend. The thing with Emily was once she started reading, she sometimes had trouble stopping unless she was interrupted.

That’s how Aaron finds her asleep with the book on her chest, and he smiles at the sight. He often teased her about her almost complete oblivion to the outside world when she read, but in truth he loved that she could get so immersed in something.

He’s unsurprised to find her sitting at the kitchen island reading her book as she’s drinking her coffee the following morning. He takes a moment to simply look at her, how her dark eyes move over the sentences, her lips slightly pursed. But there’s something else, a slight blush on her cheeks, a look that was familiar to him, usually caused by him. And he’s even more intrigued than he had been before. He had always wondered about her books, but never really thought to read them. Until just then.

“Morning sweetheart.” He says, voice still rough from sleep and she finally notices him.

“Good morning,” She accepts the kiss he presses against her bare shoulder as he comes to stand behind her and she puts her book down on the counter. “when did you get home last night?” She turns her head to catch his lips in a gentle kiss.

“Late, but I finished everything I needed so we have the whole weekend for ourselves.” He laughs when she lights up. It was rare that they got two whole days just the two of them, and they both treasured them. “So I was thinking we’ll go to the store, I’ll cook tonight, maybe we can finally watch that new show Penelope raved about?”

“Ugh that sounds perfect honey.” She slides off the stool effortlessly. “I’ll shower and then we can go.”

“There’s no rush, we got all day.” He cups her cheek and when she kisses his palm he smiles at the simple gesture. “Go, I’ll make breakfast.”

He watches as she leaves, eyes moving over her body in only a tank top and shorts and he feels that familiar pull in his gut. But he ignored it, they’d have the rest of the day to enjoy each other. Instead he moves to the fridge, grabs eggs and butter and a few vegetables and then turns back to the counter to grab a knife from the drawer. That’s when he sees the book, and without thinking he picks it up.

He almost drops the milk as he reads a couple of sentences. The descriptions were sensual, full of dirty words as he skimmed over what could only be described as erotica. He knew that these kinds of books existed, but he had never imagined it was what Emily liked to read. Half a page down and he was turned on, that pull in his stomach by now intense as his mind pictured what he was reading, his body responding to it.

He doesn’t think as he starts to make his way through the house, tearing his shirt off on the way towards their bedroom. The sound of running water makes him go into the bathroom and he kicks his sweats off and the book lands on the sink.

“Honey, what are-” Emily is cut off by his lips against hers, his body pressing her into the cold tile and she gasps.

“So you like to read huh?” He whispers and for a moment she’s confused. Her eyes move over his face and then looks behind him to see the book on the sink and she feels her cheeks heat with embarrassment.

“Yeah, sometimes.” She feels his intense stare on her, then his fingers move under her chin to make her look at him.

“Don’t be ashamed.” His voice was graveled, his hard shaft pressing against her hip. “I like it too.” Without warning he pulls her out of the shower, ignoring that their wet bodies make a mess as he continues until she’s on the bed.

He’s quick to join her, his body covering hers as he pins her hands above her head and her legs spread for him to lay against her.

“Are all of them that kinky?” He mumbles between open-mouthed kisses against her neck, his teeth grazing over her fluttering pulse.

“No, I read everything.” She breathes, her head falling back against the bed as he bites gently on her shoulder. The vibration of his hum makes her shiver and she tries to free her hands, but his hold is too strong. “It can be romance, it can be kinky, it can be anything in between.”

Aaron grins, something feral as he moves up to watch her before kissing her, his tongue delving into her mouth to taste her soft moan.

“Tomorrow you’re going to read one of your favorites to me.” He says lowly when they break apart. When she nods he feels another rush of want tingling down his spine and he starts to move down her body. He presses kisses and light bites down her body, doesn’t stop until he’s kneeling on the floor and with strong arms he pulls her to the edge of the bed.

“Baby.” She gasps when he sucks on her thigh, maddeningly close to where she needs him. She feels his lips curl into a smile against her other thigh, his stubble rough against her soft skin and she whimpers. When he licks through her unexpectedly she moans, eyes closing as her hand finds its way to his hair to grasp at.

He groans at the taste of her, his tongue pushing inside of her before he licks over her clit. He had always loved the taste of her, could spend hours between her legs if she allowed it. Today was no different. He sucked lazily on her clit and when her hips pushed against his mouth he pressed two fingers inside of her.

“Fuck, so good.” She whispered as her fingers tightened slightly in his hair. His fingers curled and her hips buckled in response and when she looked down her breathing hitched at the way his eyes were blown black by lust.

Aaron flattened his tongue over her clit, massaged the little bud and he felt her slick walls tighten in response. He knew her body, could read her better than anybody and when her chest started to heave and her heel dug into his back he was quick to press his forearm over her hips to keep her still. Just like he knew, her hips rocked into him, her moans getting breather and louder, his name rolling of her tongue repeatedly. His fingers press against her spot and she mewls, her thighs trembling slightly as they close in around his head, keeping him in place as she gets closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop, fuck Aaron do not stop.” She mumbles desperately and then he flicks her clit quickly, and she comes so hard she forgets to breathe. Her body spasms as he continues, his tongue insistent on her clit, fingers sure as they continue to move and curl inside of her. He doesn’t stop until she’s panting and jerking away from his touch with a breathless laugh.

“How do you always taste so good?” His voice is low as he moves to hover above her, his lips and chin shiny from her and his tongue swipes over his bottom lip to chase the taste of her. When she kisses him, he’s quick to push his tongue against hers, knowing that she always loved the mix of them on his tongue.

She moans softly as he lays between her legs, his cock hard and hot and leaking and she sneaks her hand in between them. When she wraps her hand around him, he gasps and jerks against her touch.

“What do you want?” She asks, dark eyes wide as she swipes her tongue over the tip of him, only to spread his precum into his skin.

“Stay just like this.” He all but growls, his hand heavy against her sternum as he pushes her back as he gets on his knees between legs. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” He smirks when her eyes move from where they watched the heavy weight of him on her pelvis. She licked her bottom lip as she stared up at him.

When he pushed inside of her it was slow and deep and the groan that left him sent goosebumps across her body. Her eyes fluttered closed when his hips pressed against hers and Aaron squeezed her hip warningly.

“Don’t tell me you can’t remember one simple rule?” He slowly bent down, his hand coming to wrap around her throat and she gasped. “Considering the filth you read I’m surprised you can’t seem to listen.” He whispered against her face as he continued to grasp her throat, but he didn’t squeeze. When Emily’s hips jerked in a wordless warning for him to start moving, his head fell to the side slightly and he smirked.

“You’re so impatient baby.” His voice was condescending and her hips rocked harder against him with a whine.

“Aaron, move.” She tried, her voice needy in a way she only got with him and the ego boost went straight to his cock. He squeezed around her throat in response and she whimpered.

“What do you say?” He grinned when she groaned in frustration and he let go of his hold, only to move his hand between their bodies and gently circle her clit. It had the desired effect and Emily moaned, her eyes closing and lips parting.

“Please.” She breathed and he chuckled lowly. He started to move, slowly thrusting in and out of her and she smiled at the feeling.

“Eyes on me, don’t make me tell you again.” He muttered and when she opened her eyes he groaned at the hazy look reflected in them. His hands were firm around her hips as they found a rhythm. It was long pushes of his hips, their sounds of pleasure mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. He groaned as she clenched around him, her slick making him shiny as he looked down where they connected.

“You’re so wet sweetheart.” He whispered and she whined in response. Her eyes were still on him, heavy lidded and dark and Aaron was sure she had never looked sexier. She was gripping the sheets, the flush on her skin moving down to her chest.

“You’re going to make me come again.” She mumbled and he laid down again, catching her lips in a breathless kiss as he continued to thrust against her, his movements getting more frantic.

“Look at me when you come.” He grunted, his eyes locked on hers as she started to tense against him. When she came, it was with a broken moan and he felt her clench around him as her nails dug into his skin, leaving angry red lines that he knew would sting later.

She gasped, her legs tight around his hips as he continued to move, clearly chasing his own release. Through panting breaths she whispered against his ear.

“When I read I always picture you and me, on nights when we’re apart I touch myself as I read and I think of you, of how good you make me feel.”

“Fuck baby.” He growled, his face buried against her neck, his breathing heavy.

“I have since before we got together, ever since we met, I fantasized about you.” She clenched around him and he tensed as the pleasure built. It wasn’t long before his groans got louder, his body getting heavier against her as she continued to whisper against his ear. When he came he bit down on her shoulder as his hips jerked against hers, his orgasm making his whole body quiver and Emily gasped at the heat of his release inside of her.

“Jesus Christ Em.” He panted, feeling blissed out as he slowly rolled off her. “I should have read one of those books sooner.”

She laughed, sweaty and sated and easily curled into him. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t told him about the books, but she knew now that she would enjoy watching his reaction to every single one.

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotch x emily #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron x emily #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner smut #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss smut

[theravenkin]

i am sitting in bed in the dark on my phone and i wrote an angsty twinyards one shot on my phone. don't know what is wrong with me but it's something. here.

*TW: panic attack, vomiting, drugs, vague reference to abuse, general AFTG-typical bullshit*

"stop," andrew repeats. "stop it." he rubs aaron's back as he heaves again. andrew itches all over with the memories picking at the edges of his mind. he pushes them away, focusing on his brother. "you're fine. just breathe."

as aaron goes blessedly, dangerously quiet for a moment, trying to calm his gasping breaths, andrew can hear the others lingering near the doorway.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," says a soft, gravely voice. it is katelyn. andrew doesn't turn around.

"hey, i talked to abby, and--" matt isn't talking to him, but andrew cuts him off.

"i don't care," he says. he holds up the plastic solo cup beside him. "get him more water. some crackers or something, too. he's almost done."

matt, thankfully, does as he's told and gets out. andrew finally turns to look at the others. katelyn leans in the doorway, viciously chewing on her nails. neil stands beside her, watching her, standing guard to make sure she doesn't interfere with andrew's operation. neil's his second in this fight, he thinks.

aaron coughs and sits up from the toilet. he sways a little, eyes unfocused.

"i'm sorry," he croaks. andrew cuffs him lightly. "ow," he says without much conviction.

"shut up. are you done freaking out?"

"you just told me to shut up. how am i supposed to answer--"

the return of the snark means he is, in fact, done freaking out, returned to baseline. andrew punches him in the arm lightly as katelyn snorts in the background. andrew ignores her.

aaron takes a deep, shuddering breath. he deflates as the tension that'd been holding him together evaporates. he wipes his face on his sleeve and tries to stand up. andrew pulls him back down. he stays.

matt comes back with water and crackers. "hey matt," katelyn says roughly, "do you guys have any gatorade?" matt turns back around to get some. andrew swallows down a wave of irritation.

aaron drinks the water, eats the crackers, and drinks the gatorade, and only then does andrew let him stand. he leads him to the couch, but aaron shakes his head. "nah, i'm...i think i'm gonna go lay down." andrew holds a steadying hand on aaron's shoulder for a couple steps, but aaron isn't stumbling as much as he was before. andrew lets go and lets him walk on his own.

"do you want me to..." katelyn asks softly.

aaron turns around to look at her, but doesn't quite meet her eyes. "no," he chokes. he clears his throat. "um...no, i'm good. just need...some time." he continues to look at the ground before her.

she smiles and nods easily. "alright, sounds good. i'll stick around for awhile, if that's alright?"

aaron nods.

"alright. i'll just chill on the couch for a bit, then."

andrew wants to slap the pitiful look off aaron's face, but he doesnt. he just watches aaron disappear into the bedroom without another word.

the others stand there for a beat, quiet and unsure how to process among themselves what just happened. matt is the first to break the silence.

"uh," he sighs, "i'm...gonna go. to the store. yeah, i'm gonna go to the store. get some more gatorade, and stuff. i'll be back in a while."

neil catches andrew's gaze and andrew reads the minute change in his expression as inquisitive. he looks at matt, then back at neil, and nods, gesturing with his chin to the door. go. neil nods, gives him one more firm look--it's okay, you're okay, i'm okay, he's okay, be careful, don't fuck anything up, i love you-- and follows matt out of the dorm.

when he looks back, katelyn is sat on the couch. she stares ahead, silent. she doesn't seem scared of him, like she used to, or even resentful of him, like she has more recently. she doesn't show any sign that she's even aware of him. she's lost in her head, eyes blazing. andrew watches her grind her teeth; otherwise, she is still.

he casually strolls over and sits on the opposite end of the couch. still, she gives no indication that she gives a fuck.

he stares at the same wall that she does and lets the silence stew for a few moments, dreading when he inevitably has to puncture it.

"so," he begins, keeping his voice carefully neutral and breezy, "are you going to tell me what triggered that little episode?"

she remains catatonic for a moment in which andrew feels anger coming off of her in waves. he wants to throw her out the window by her hair. but he can't, unfortunately--not when she was the one who'd been keeping aaron from choking on his own panic until andrew got there. not when she'd called andrew first, the minute she knew something was wrong.

no one else. him. she called him.

she sighs through her nose. "the episode--do you mean the panic attack? or the substance binge?" he feels her turn her head to look at the side of his. though it makes his skin prickle in discomfort, he turns to meet her.

she is like andrew has not seen her before--tightly-coiled, like she is ready to fight. he didn't know she fought. maybe she doesn't. maybe the instinct is separate from the skill.

andrew doesn't reply, nor does he show surprise, so she keeps going. "he apparently thought it was a good idea to mix liquor with 25 grams on an empty stomach."

andrew gives her a bored look. "oh no, how shocking and bad." he checks his nails, performing dismissiveness. "he--"

"shut up," she says. he whips his gaze back to hers. she looks quietly, coldly furious. "i know he's done worse. i know. but, god--he'd been doing so good. and, fuck--pills, coke, weed, whatever--it doesn't matter what he chooses to hurt himself with, does it?"

andrew sucks his teeth, but she doesn't let him get a word in.

"he hasn't been doing shit like that at all, lately, it's just--" she sighs, and it snags on the way out. she works her jaw for a moment, looking at the ceiling.

"he..." she tries at last. "he mentioned something about having a dream about his mom last night. and i knew he was having a bad day, all day, i could tell. he said he was gonna take half a dose just to settle his nerves, but..." she shakes her head. "i keep thinking, you know, 'i should've known better, i shouldn't have left, i should've stayed with him all day', but i know that's not." she clenches her fists; her knuckles go white. andrew is silent.

"he's not exactly stable, but he's an adult, and he doesn't need a babysitter. i'm not his..." she purses her lips as though she's tasted something sour.

"he greened out," she says simply, short and clipped. she picks at a loose thread in the sofa. "hard. plus the alcohol, plus the general anxiety all day. that's all. he made a stupid decision."

andrew is still for a while, then finally, finally nods. "and then he spiraled," he says, matter of fact.

she nods in return, looking dejectedly at the floor. "mhm."

she worries the thread looser. "he, um..." she clears her throat. "he was babbling, while he was panicking, before he started throwing up. he...god, he was so fucked up." she shakes her head, the coil tightening. "he was just rambling, and at some point, he...he said something about 'her'. he was just like, 'fuck, when is she getting home? what time is it? what time is it?' he was terrified, kept saying 'she' was coming home early."

andrew's chest tightens. he grinds his teeth once, twice, three times, to feel the sharp pain stab through his jaw.

"cant fool a junkie into believing you're not high," he manages, but his throat is dry and the words come out cracked. he resists the urge to cough.

katelyn releases a shuddering breath. he looks up, but she's staring at the wall again, the intensity reeled back inside of her. it bubbles under the surface.

"i'm glad that you killed her," she says lightly. andrew's heart thumps hard, making his chest shake. he swallows.

"he told me," she adds. her tone is coldly nonchalant. "he told me what you did. or, what he thinks you did. i don't disbelieve it."

she finally looks at him. "either way, i'm glad she's dead." in her eyes is that intensity, simmering under the lid, about to boil over. "my only regret is that i wasn't there to do it myself."

she holds his gaze for a half-second longer before she turns back to face the wall. her legs are crossed at the knee, her manicured hands folded neatly, properly in her lap. she sits perfectly still.

andrew watches her. he watches, because when he doesn't know what to do, he steps back and observes while he figures it out. he's trying to figure katelyn out--something he hadnt bothered to do before, out of bitterness, the resentment of the rebuked. but now, he watches, watches, trying to put a name to the thing she is.

a year ago, she'd been a threat to his brother's health, a threat to his own place in his brothers life. a threat to whatever value he had to aaron.

now, all he sees is a threat, plain and simple.

for a while they sit in silence, andrew sometimes watching her, sometimes not. sometimes he thinks, sometimes he listens to the hum of electricity in the walls. sometimes he wonders if he can hear aaron breathing or snoring or weeping through the wall, but he can't.

matt and neil return soon enough, and they look at the scene the two of them make like it's a fallout. matt moves slowly and quietly, so as not to spook. neil shuffles to the perimeter of the sitting area, hovering within a safe distance. not trying to interject; just reminding them, /we are here, and this is weird, and i want to know what is going on/. andrew flicks him a glance, annoyed, but tired enough that he could fall into neil's arms. he looks away again.

after a few minutes of neil hovering and matt pretending to still be putting groceries away and the other two stewing in their own silence, the bedroom door creaks open. aaron takes half a step out, looking every bit the beaten and broken fifteen year old andrew loathed. aaron's hunched frame makes him sick.

"hey, kate," he croaks, sounding as pathetic as he looks. "um, if you wanna...come in. we could talk, or." he looks around at the others, shame resting in the bags under his eyes. "whatever."

katelyn watches him. evaluates him. he's the only person in the room to her, in this moment. andrew reads that plain on her face, as clear to see as her anger had been seconds ago. she gives aaron the shittiest, dullest half-smile. "how about you take another few minutes, and then i'll be right in. is that okay?"

aaron's shoulders sink down further, like his guilt is gravity. "yeah," he rasps. he closes the door.

the boys are frozen. katelyn is still. she sighs, runs her nails against her scalp, smooths her hair back. then she turns to andrew. she waits.

he sighs. "i tried to get rid of her," he says at last.

katelyn gives him that same shitty not-smile. "yeah," she says. "we keep trying, keep trying to get rid of her, don't we?"

andrew sniffs. she shrugs. she stands, but doesn't go anywhere for a moment; he looks up at her.

"we're doing our best, i think," she says. she leaves that between them; they hold it between them. they don't look each other in the eyes anymore, but they hold that thing between them. then, at the same time, they let go, and she walks to the bedroom door, slipping inside.

andrew slumps back against the cushions, the coiled tension that'd been holding him upright finally unfurling.

#i don't know what this is but the idea would not leave me alone #anyway go katelyn #go team mommy issues #twinyards #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #aftg #all for the game #all for the game fic #neil josten #matt boyd #katelyn aftg #aftg angst #twinyards angst

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Vampdrew please!! - @neilimfinejosten

WIP Wednesday (11/1) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 47)

“Explain what?” Aaron asks as Nicky drags him out of the suite. After the door shut, Andrew hears Nicky say, ‘Aaron, when a boy likes another boy a magical thing happens—’ 

Then Aaron’s shocked, ‘Wait. Are they—?’

Andrew rolls his eyes. They are not. It’s just that Kevin prefers to do this without an audience, for several obvious reasons. Andrew sits at the counter, tapping his fingers on the countertop and trying to keep himself from going insane. Finally, he hears Kevin coming up the stairs and stands up. Kevin enters the dorm with a large paper bag and starts towards the kitchenette.

“Kevin.” Andrew says. His self control is dangling by a rapidly unraveling thread. He needs to drink now or he's going to start ripping heads off.

Kevin freezes at the sound of his name and cocks his head. “Hmm?”

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#NEXT WEEK i PrOMISE #andreil #aftg #Vampire Andrew AU #WIP Wednesday #🕊️ #answered #neilimfinejosten

[splishsplashyouropinionistrash]

Whatever you do, don’t think about what would happen when Neil finally reaches his breaking point. Whether it was triggered by another huge thing or it was just the last little push that sent him over the edge. Don’t think about how he’d freeze for a minute or two or three and then just run for it. Don’t think about how he’d barricade himself in his dorm room and shove shit in his bag while the foxes bang on the door.

Definitely don’t think about Andrew silently freaking out because that’s Neil. That’s his Neil and he’s hurting and what the hell is he supposed to do now. 

Don’t think about Neil finally opening the door, bag over his shoulder and ready to fight his way out of Fox tower because he has to go, he has to get out now. Don’t think about how he was met with nine terrified faces, because of course Wymack got his ass there as soon as he heard and even Aaron didn’t want Neil to leave. 

Whatever you do, don’t think about all the fight in Neil going out. Don’t think about him breaking down all at once, crying for the first time in years. Don’t think about him sobbing so hard that he can’t stay on his feet so Dan shoves everyone out of the way to get Neil to the couch.

Don’t think about Andrew off to the side, watching it all with that mask of indifference on but losing his mind because Neil promised. He promised he wouldn’t run anymore. And god, he should be there. He should be helping but he can’t move and he can’t speak and the Foxes keep throwing him looks because he should be doing what Dan’s doing and they all know it.

Don’t think about how, when Neil finally calms down, Wymack ushers everyone but him and Andrew out of the room. Don’t think about how Andrew moves as soon as the door is shut and lets Neil lay down with his head in his lap. Don’t think about how Andrew couldn’t speak, but runs his fingers through Neils hair and listens to the love of his life whisper I just don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want to hurt anyone else over and over and eventually hearing his breath even out.

Don’t think about how, once Neil’s asleep, the Foxes come back into the room because none of them want to be alone right now. Don’t think about how they all sleep on the floor again, just like after Baltimore.

Don’t think about how Neil woke up the next morning and saw his family there, because no matter what he does they’ll always be there for him. 

Don’t think about how he thought he was the first one awake, but Andrew stayed up all night, never taking his eyes off of Neil.

No matter what you do, don’t think about how, after that, Neil never feels the urge to run that strongly again.

Don’t think about how he may still check his fingernails for blood, and he may still flinch away from his reflection sometimes, but he never tries to disappear. 

Just- don’t think about it, ok?

#i'm not sorry #if i have to suffer with this thought #you do too #all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #tfc #neil josten #andrew minyard #splishsplash originals #splishsplash writes

[orcaofmyheart99]

Burr Pranks Hamilton

It started off as as joke. Aaron would occasionally listen to Heat Waves by the glass animals. Alex was annoyed by it but didn’t show it too much, yet. 

Aaron and Alex shared a dorm room. Aaron now had Heat Waves as his alarm. Aaron also began to listen to Heat Waves while he studied out loud even after Alex kept telling him to use earphones. 

Alex was in the shower, trying to relax. He jumped suddenly when he heard Heat Waves begin to play extremely loudly. Aaron must have hid the blue tooth speaker in the bathroom. Alex jumped out of the shower trying to find the speaker. He wasn’t able to find it immediately. When he tried to get out of the bathroom, the door was locked. Aaron was behind this. Alex tried with all of his strength to open the door. The song just kept on repeating. Taunting him. “Aaron open this fucking door right now!!!” 

“I didn’t lock it but ok” 

Alex thankfully rushed out. His eyes slightly bugging. 

After a late study session Alex was tired and just wanted to crash. Aaron was already asleep. Or so it seemed. Alex quietly got into bed. However, before he turned out his light he looked up at the ceiling which had glow in the dark starts for some reason. The stars spelled out the lyrics to Heat Waves. Alex was furious but closed his eyes, to tired to do anything. 

That night Alex didn’t get a good night sleep. The song kept playing in his head. He was talking to Washington. Washington began to sing Heat Waves. Alex woke up sweating. He walked to the bathroom to splash his face with water. 

Everyone was gathered in the conference room. Aaron was giving a presentation on objective morality. Alex was nodding off, since he got little sleep last night. Suddenly Heat Waves started playing. Alex’s head jerked up. He ran from the room. He would never be able to escape the song.

It was a nice day. Aaron, Alex, John, Jefferson, Madison and Mulligan met up at the Salt and Pepper diner. 

As they ordered, Alex began to hear it again. That song. Alex shrugged it off as nothing. A fair amount of people did like it. The song seemed longer this time. Finally it ended. Instead of another song coming on the song began to repeat. Alex shrugged it off. It repeating wasn’t anything too bad. Finally after 12 minutes the song stopped. Bad habits started playing. Alex loved this song. As Bad Habits began to fade out that cursed song started again. 

Alex slammed his fist on the table. Enough was Enough

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT AARON. I SWEAR IF I HAVE TO LISTEN TO THAT GOD DAM SONG I AM GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT!!!” 

Aaron and the rest of Alex’s friends bent over the table laughing. 

@2catsinaboat

#hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #aaron burr #heatwaves #song prank #john mulaney

[twistedroseytoesy]

The Haunted Mansion

another song! this time for the ghosts of ramshackle! also I named them since they are only called ghost A, B, and C.

ghost A- a very thin, old, and gangly looking ghost. I name him Aaron.

ghost B- fairly normal proportions. I name this one Berry.

ghost C- larger and rounded ghost. I name him Cyrus.

The two other ghosts in this fic will be "Ghost host" and "little Leota"

A/N: sorry the song changes writing style, I realized the way I started writing it would be way too long. here's the video I recommend having on as you read.

Yet another day of chaos for the poor prefect of ramshackle. The day had been long with Ace being extra annoying and troublesome. Even physically dragging them away from the rickety dorm when they tried to head back. He prommised dinner though for some more hangout time so the redhead happily kept them away from home for a bit longer.

Once dinner was over he walked them back, which was even more suspicous than the dinner and him constantly draging them around all day.

"what's up with you?" they asked bluntly as they reached the front dead lawn of the dorm.

"eh? what's up with me? I don't know what you're talking about," he said crossing his arms defensively.

"Ace." They hissed warningly.

"OK, OK! I may or may not have summoned a bunch of ghosts when setting up a prank! they then started to chase after me and I panicked and threw the prank bomb into the house..." He explained arms moving wildly with his story.

If the prefects' looks could kill Ace would be 12 feet under by now. "You summoned more ghosts, and pissed them off with a prank bomb?!" they yelled at him. "and you kept this from me all day?! what did you expect to happen by now?! what did you expect me to do about this?!" they screamed face red with anger.

"OK jeez! I know I messed up! I'll help you beat up the ghosts and it'll be fine." he said waving his hands in a dismissive way. "besides it's a harmless prank, just a song bomb."

Mc took a deep calming breath before glaring again. "great singing ghosts. and just how many are we going to be dealing with. 3 with just grim was difficult."

"I think I summoned like 2? so 5 isn't too bad, besides 3 of them are your buddies, they wouldn't hurt us, right?" he asked looking a bit nervous.

"they won't hurt me or grim or any guests of the dorm." they said putting emphasis on guests. "you weren't a guest, so they had every right to kick you out. Glad they tried too." they spat.

"Ouch. Ok then. Will I be a guest if I come in with you?" Ace asked

"Unfortunately yes, now come on. We've got some ghosts to listen to and sort out." Mc said stomping up to the old wooden front door. Just as they reached out to grab the doorknob the heavy door swung inward and a puff of pink smoke blasted out onto the two coughing students.

"Bleh, oh man I forgot how bad those bombs smelled." Ace coughed. Mc just gagged a bit themselves before straightening, hearing the ominous notes of a deep organ and a few voices they recognized. They grabbed Ace's hand and dragged him behind them into the dark manor. The door squeaked loudly as it closed behind the pair, plunging them into darkness.

The two froze in the pitch black that surrounded them, and just before they could say anything a small glowing whisp appeared in front of the duo. The whisp suddenly grew a face, arms, and a hat and gave a loud "BOO" as she finished transforming. Ace shrieked as the mc just rolled their eyes at the jumpscare and aces reaction.

The ghost cackled at ace and frowned at the Mc. "well, lookie here! we got ourselves a pair of living folk! hows about we give you a tour? We've been fixing up the place after someone made quite a mess." the ghost said in a high pitched gravelly voice before appearing behind the two students. Ace scrambled forward and the mc started to walk along the dim hallway, illuminated only by the ghost's light. "I'm Leota. And I proudly present, the haunted mansion!" They said as the group entered the foyer.

Candles glowed with eerie white light as they flickered into life. the music flared and a deep voice boomed through the room, rattling some of the walls.

"When hinges creak in doorless chambers And strange and frightening sounds Echo through the halls"

the voice boomed and the eerie sound of wind and whispered voices came from down some of the hallways.

"Whenever candle lights flicker Where the air is deathly still"

The white flames flickered and dimmed, many going out.

"That is the time when ghosts are present Practicing their terror with ghoulish delight"

The maker of the voice appeared through one of the nearby walls, causing ace to yelp and hide behind the Mc. The ghost had a rounded belly and thick arms, he looked similar to Cyrus but had a bowler hat, a cane with a cat skull on its top, and a bow tie holding his ghostly cape to his pale body.

"Welcome to the haunted mansion. we hope you enjoy the show," he announced in his deep loud voice. With a swish of his cane, a ghostly magic swirled about the two, taking the form of a coffin, Mc in the front with ace sitting behind them as it levitated and moved toward the stairs.

"o-oh great seven were going to die." ace whimpered trying to get up but finding he was stuck in his position.

"oh calm down, I know ghosts, and these guys want to have some fun. Relax." They said somewhat twisting to try and pat his head, he swatted at their hands causing both to smile a bit in the somewhat eerie and interesting situation. The coffin stopped at the top of the first set of stairs, turning to look down a dark hallway. the strange and somewhat chaotic organ solo reached its end they saw the 3 ramshackle ghost pop out of different doorways, singing to new and upbeat music.

"When the crypt doors creak And the tombstones quake" Cyrus sang doing spirals in the air above the two guests.

"Spooks come out for a swinging wake" berry and Aaron sang back. "Happy haunts materialize," Cyrus said appearing next to the other spirits. "And begin to vocalize" Aaron and berry sang spinning around Cyrus before he joined in the spinning "Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize!" the ghosts all sang together.

"Now don't close your eyes And don't try to hide" Cyrus started using his big hands to cover the two student vision for a moment.

"Or a silly spook may sit by your side" Berry sang, now sitting on the edge of the moving coffin, making Ace yell and swing his hand only going through the air as berry disappeared with a chuckle.

"Shrouded in a daft disguise They pretend to terrorize" Ace sang as his eyes turned a dead blue color.

"Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize"

The Mc watched as Leota left Ace's body and joined in the singing as the different spirits danced and moved through the air, phasing through objects or popping up around the two as they continued down the hall. The two only watched, ace staying on guard and jumping every once in a while.

Cyrus: As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree Others: Spooks arrive for the midnight spree Cyrus: Creepy creeps with eerie eyes Aaron then berry: Start to shriek! and harmonize All: Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Cyrus: When you hear the knell of a requiem bell Leota flashing brightly: Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell Cyrus: Restless bones etherealize Ghost host materializing 2x his size before shrinking back to normal: Rise as spooks of every size

They all cackled disappearing as the two ascended more stairs. the singing continued quickly once they reached the top.

Leota: When the crypt doors creak And the tombstones quake Spooks come out for a swinging wake Happy haunts materialize And begin to vocalize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Ghost host: Now don't close your eyes And don't try to hide Or a silly spook may sit by your side Shrouded in a daft disguise Leota: They pretend to terrorize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Aaron: As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree Spooks arrive for the midnight spree Creepy creeps with eerie eyes Start to shriek and harmonize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Berry: When you hear the knell of a requiem bell Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell Restless bones etherealize! Rise as spooks of every size, oh yes they did!

Ace shuddered as the air grew very cold around them, Mc paled a bit as they noticed a summoning circle in the large room at the end of the hall. when they entered the room they heard a cacophony of other voices, with some ghoulish shriek-singing in the background of the song repeating again.

???: When the crypt doors creak And the tombstones quake Spooks come out for a swinging wake Happy haunts materialize And begin to vocalize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

???: Now don't close your eyes And don't try to hide Or a silly spook may sit by your side Shrouded in a daft disguise They pretend to terrorize All: Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

the voices continued to change, some high some low taking the melody and harmony. creating a mesmerising yet confusing melody that had the two mortals enraptured, watching different shapes whisp around the room.

???: As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree Spooks arrive for the midnight spree Creepy creeps with eerie eyes Start to shriek and harmonize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

???: When you hear the knell of a requiem bell Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell Restless bones etherealize Rise as spooks of every size!

The voices all cackled in swirling masses before the lights cut. The two stared into the darkness for a second before Aaron, Berry, and Cyrus appeared in a line in front of the coffin holding white flamed candles.

Ghost A,B,C: If you would like to join our jamboree There's a simple rule that's compulsory Mortals pay a token fee bowing their heads then winking: Rest in peace, the haunting's free So hurry back, we would like your company~

they held the last note as the coffin moved out of the room and over the railing, floating back to the foyer and toward the front doorway. "Hurry back~ Hurry back~ Be sure to bring your death certificate." Leota's voice said.

The two suddenly fell onto their butts when the coffind dissapeared once outside of the house. Mc grunted and ace groaned as he pulled himself off the ground alsong with mc.

"uhhhh, wow. Was not expecting that..." ace said scratching the back of his head.

"Seems like Leota and the ghost host left on their own. they have been here all day." The mc mused, now walking back toward the house .

"where are you going?!" ace said reaching out to grab theri arm. They moved out of the way before he could grab them.

"going to go to bed, everything's done its course, there's no need to worry. besides I'm pretty sure grim was hiding in the bedroom the whole time. I need to make sure he didn't break anything." they said grabbing the door handle and opening the door. "Besides it may be a haunted mansion but it's my haunted mansion. goodnight Ace, I hope you learned your lesson." they closed the door behind them leaving ace to question the sanity of his best friend as he quickly walked back to his own dorm, feeling uneasy the whole way back.

Latter on he wished he recorded the whole thing, no one believed his ramblings of the haunting ride in the ramshackle dorm.

#twst parody #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #Ace #Ramshackle ghosts #Had so much fun with this one! #my stuff #my writing #hope you like it #poor Ace #tramatized #he will still do pranks #just not in ramshackle #he refuses #twst crack

[knickknacksandallthat]

12 Days of Courtship!!!!

haha, fair enough, anon!! Thanks for asking. This fic definitely deserves some love. (And I can't wait to get back into this universe. These guys are chaos personified, and I adore them for it 🥰)

Small snippet below of Kevin back in his dorm room...

Okay, so if he connects the bell tower to the dog park, where Aaron likes to sit on the bench after his math lecture, then he can only conclude that Aaron prefers about twelve-minute break-times between classes which gives Kevin the distinct advantage of utilizing this time to -

Grape popsicles.

Grape popsicles?  No, Aaron hates anything artificially grape-flavored.  He likes grape jelly and real grapes but anything grape-flavored makes him want to puke.  Plus, he’s not a huge fan of ice-cold things after one too many cavities and painful visits to the dentist.  Grape popsicles are definitely going in the dislike column.

Ponies. 

Ponies?  Where the hell did that come from?  Jesus, Aaron is terrified of horses, there’s no way he would –

“Octopus tentacles.”

Okay, what the fuck is wrong with his subconscious?  Why would he even think about –

“I don’t know, Kev, you tell me.”

Kevin blinks out of his reverie slowly, coming up for air like a man drowning.  He whips his head to the side just to see Neil grinning at him, sitting cross-legged on top of Andrew’s desk while he eats cereal and milk.  At three in the afternoon.  Like a heathen. 

“Finally,” Neil tells him with his mouth obnoxiously full. 

“How long have you been here?” Kevin snaps. 

“Long enough to hear you talking yourself through a mid-life crisis.”

Kevin’s cheeks burn.  “I’m only twenty, I’m too old to have a mid-life crisis.”

Neil shrugs.  “Depends on how long you live, doesn’t it?”

Kevin gapes at him before he hears the distinct click of the dorm suite door opening and shutting.  Panic shoots up his spine at the thought of Aaron potentially walking in on them, but Neil simply calls out, “Drew!  Come see Kev’s weird shrine to Aaron!”

Andrew appears in the bedroom doorway seconds later and stops, taking in Kevin’s bulletin board silently. 

And – okay, now that he’s looking at it, things might look a bit chaotic.  I mean there’s a bunch of scribbles and pictures and bits of string looped to things all over the board, but that’s only because he’s pretty sure he’s found a fascinating connection between –

“Why?” Andrew asks him, point blank. 

“It’s the only way he can summon Aaron from hell,” Neil quips. 

“No,” Kevin glares at Neil.  “It’s because I’m pretty sure I’ve discovered solid proof that the volleyball team is running that underground fight club everyone keeps talking about!  See there’s this tunnel built in the late sixties that connects under the old gymnasium where they practice and runs over to the library, which always closes early on the fourth Friday of every month, which just so happens to coincide with the full moon which clearly must be a sign that-”

“-and what exactly does your conspiracy theory have to do with my brother?” Andrew interrupts him. 

“Uh,” Kevin looks back at the board.  “I – he – um-” Then he slumps.  “Nothing,” he answers morosely. 

#is it weird to be excited about your own fic? #bc I seriously can't wait to dive back into this one #kevin day #neil josten #andrew minyard #aftg #all for the game #my works #12 day program for courtship #fic asks #lovely people #wip game

[lostintheuniverseslies]

AFTG Fics I've Read This Week <3

Petal-Shaped Epiphanies by Willow_bird for chubbytomato Rating: T Word Length: 1,038 Chapters: 4 Complete: Yes Description: The witch next door kept stealing his shit and Andrew Minyard was not amused. It had started with his hellebore, just a few snips that perhaps a lesser gardener would not have noticed - but Andrew Minyard was not a lesser anything, thank you very fucking much. Then, a couple days later, an entire oleander sapling had been kidnapped. Dug right out of the ground like Andrew wasn’t going to fucking notice. (Hint: Andrew noticed.) --- Andrew is a gardener that primarily grows poisonous and other dangerous plants. Neil is the botanist next door who keeps sneaking onto his property to steal them.

Think With Your Head by HalfpintPeach Rating: E Word Length: 9,685 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Description: Andrew wakes up from a wet dream missing Neil. That’s it, that’s the fic.

Aaron’s Incredible ability to be at the wrong place and the worst possible time by All_for_the_andriel Rating: T Word Length: 4,575 Chapters: 2 Complete Yes Part 1 of Wholesome twinyards Description: Five times Aaron interrupts Andrew and Neil and one time he doesn’t ;)

The hardest part’s the awful things that I’ve seen by All_for_the_andriel Rating: T Word Length: 755 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Part 2 of Wholesome twinyards Description: Andrew has a nightmare about Aaron and has to make sure he’s okay

Cherry medicine by All_for_the_andriel Rating: G Word Length: 2,017 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Part 3 of Wholesome twinyards Description: Andrew gets sick and pretends it’s fine. It isn’t and Neil has to take care of him. Only he has terrible medical knowledge. That’s where Aaron comes along.

Aaron vs. Physics course vs. Neil’s sleep schedule by All_for_the_andriel Rating: T Word Length: 2,335 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Part 4 of Wholesome twinyards Description: Aaron doesn’t understand what’s happening in his physics course and Matt suggests he asks Neil for help. Aaron would literally rather do anything else, but in the end he doesn’t have much of a choice. Neil doesn’t make it exactly easy either.

Therapy by All_for_the_andriel Rating: T Word Length: 1,829 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Part 5 of Wholesome twinyards Description: Betsy suggests Andrew and Aaron take Katelyn and Neil with them on their next therapy session. Chaos ensues. -or- Aaron finds out Andrew went to juvie because of him.

Can he play? By All_for_the_andriel Rating: T Word Length: 2,190 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Part 6 of Wholesome twinyards Description: Andrew finds Aaron in his dorm, doing something on his laptop. He looks up at Andrew without the slightest hint of interest. “What?” “Neil’s sick.” Aaron’s expression doesn’t change. “Sucks to be him, I guess.” — Neil gets sick and Andrew isn’t sure what’s wrong with him. But his pre-med twin could help, right?

Scars by All_for_the_andriel Rating: T Word Length: 2,169 Chapters: 2 Complete: Yes Part 7 of Wholesome twinyards Description: Aaron sees Andrew without his armbands for the first time and freaks out a bit -or- The twinyards talk about their scars

Soon… I guess by GoonMiracles Rating: G Word Length: 3,234 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Description: Neil is sick, and cough serum gives him a bad memory. Andrew decides he’ll go to the pharmacy and see what other options are there for Neil. Little does Andrew know that’s the last conversation with Neil he’ll ever...hear

Come to me by TheseSmallDelights Rating: E Word Length: 10,488 Chapters: 2 Complete: Yes Part 11 of Kinktober 2022 Description: Neil and Andrew have progressed to penetrative sex but it’s always Andrew fucking Neil. As they’re about to fuck (for once the dorm is empty!!) Andrew tells Neil he wants him to finger him. Of course Neil wants to make Andrew feel good, but they decide to not do it where someone might come back, and head instead to the house in Columbia for some alone time. At the house, Andrew and Neil cross over a line that brings them closer together. And it’s a huge moment! They trade trust and pleasure the way they used to trade secrets and promises. Chronologically PART 4 of the evolution of Neil and Andrew’s relationship.

Morning glories by H_bee69 Rating: E Word Length: 1,219 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes No description provided

Petty by lady_flash for sillyunicorn6154 Rating: M Word Length: 4,823 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Description: “Anyway. I’ve been thinking.” “No.” “You don’t know what I’ve been thinking about.” “I do. No petty crimes. Not tonight.” Neil ignores him. “We should pickpocket them.” Or, the boys get weirdly competitive about their very illegal survival/mischief skills.

Long bygone burdens by wesleyjeanjacket Rating: M Word length: 566 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Part 4 of #aftgweek23 Description: Neil has a fever. Andrew helps. 

There is no choice by saturnwaves for bazerella Rating: T Word length: 2,756 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Description: Jean watches as Jeremy falls back asleep, a furrow firmly between his brows. He brushes the furrow away, throat tight, and eyes stinging with tears he can’t shed. The thing about Jean is he doesn’t like to argue. He doesn’t like to fight. He fought enough for the majority of his teens. Most of the time Jeremy and him communicate really well. If one of them upsets each other then they talk it through. But this… Jean’s not sure he can talk through it with this particular argument.

One Hundred by TheRainbowElectric Rating: None Word Length: 4,553 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Description: The most shocking thing about the sight of Neil is how still he is. Andrew has seen Neil bloodied and bruised before. But even beaten to a pulp and beyond exhausted, Neil talks and twitches and kicks in his sleep, restless fucker. Now, Neil’s only signs of life are the shallow rise and fall of his chest and the steady beep of the heart monitor beside his bed. That’s all Andrew has to hold onto as he drags a chair from beside the window to the gap between Neil’s bed and the door and sits down. -Andrew breaks into Neil's hospital room after Baltimore. (Inspired by this artwork by @himawarrior)

The downsides of being a Real Pearson™️ by nightwalker4769 Rating: T Word Length: 3,328 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Part 1 of Growing pains of becoming a Real Person Description: “Okay Neil! We’re almost done. I just have a few questions I need to ask you.” “Wait, what? You didn’t have any questions last year. Is there a problem?” “True, but I didn’t know you forged all of your paperwork last year,” she chuckled. “No problems, I just need you to clarify some things about your vaccination records.” “My… vaccination records?” Or: Neil gets caught up on the shots he missed while growing up on the run and half feral

Second Verse, Worse Than the First by nightwalker4769 Rating: T Word Length: 2,550 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Part 2 of Growing pains of becoming a Real Person Description: “You just remembered that we have to go see Abby in the morning, didn’t you,” Andrew said flatly. Neil just groaned, long and low, and folded over himself to bury his face into the blanket and tugged harder on his hair. “I really don’t want to do this,” he whined into the mattress. “Tough shit. You’re not some feral stray we picked up off the street anymore, you need your shots.” Neil rolled his forehead to the side so he could look over at Andrew’s impassive face without picking his head up, “Do I though?” ————— Or: Neil’s Vaccine Misadventure Part Two, featuring Andrew’s budding Comfort Skills™️

Neil Josten vs the New NCAA Flu Shot Regulations by nightwalker4769 Rating: T Word Length: 4,386 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Part 3 of Growing pains of becoming a Real Person Description:Dan had just finished her pep talk about how they were improving and blah blah blah and now they were waiting for Wymack to finish some last minute announcements and dismiss them when - “… and here are the groups in which you will be reporting to Abby for your flu shots this week,” Wymack continued, holding up a sheet of paper. Neil was very suddenly paying so much attention.

Neil Josten and the No Good Very Bad Peanut Butter Shot by nightwalker4769 Rating: T Word Length: 4,436 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Part 4 of Growing pains of becoming a Real Person Description: Holy fuck, his throat hurt. Every breath of air scraped like razor blades down his windpipe. Every word out of his mouth felt like gargling glass shards. Swallowing even the spit in his mouth was agony, pure and bright, and he avoided it for as long as possible. ~ ~ ~ Or: Neil and Andrew catch the strep throat making its way through Palmetto State

Glazed eyes empty hearts by wesnenski Rating: E Word Length: 1,698 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Description: Kevin loves Neil... but he doesn't mind sharing. And Neil looks so pretty when he's high out of his mind.

Surprise by foxyroxi for Omnious Rating: E Word Length: 3,406 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Description: “Drew, I can’t find my socks, so I borrowed a pair of yours, I hope that’s—” “SURPRISE!” Neil jumped. Andrew’s heart clenched at the horrified look on Neil’s face when he was surprised by the yelling. There was no confetti canons because Andrew might have promised to break someone’s hand if they as much as brought it into the house.

Sports mode by H_bee69 Rating: E Word Length: 1,606 Chapters: 1 Complete: Yes Description: Just Andrew in-between Neil's legs, where he belongs

#aftg #aftg ao3 #aftg fanfic #aftg fic #aftg andreil

[daehee]

Chapter 11

Back Again

Three months had gone by and school was starting up again. Keita was a trainee, he didn't make it through YG treasure box. He took it surprisingly well. He's still chasing his dream. Ricky went back to China right after graduation. Jiwoo became and idol, debuting in a group called Nmixx. Yunjin also debuted in a popular girl group known as Le sserafim. 

Ever since Keita and Jiwoo left, my life is been pretty boring. Yunjin is barely ever here because of her group schedule. The youngest member of her group, Eunchae, also recently started attending SOPA. She's really funny, and we're the same age, so that's cool. My days kind of go by in a blur. It's not that they're super busy, just that there is nothing to fill them. I no longer have my best friend by my side, I really only have Yunjin as my best friend these days. Its pretty lonely and quiet in the dorm because Yunjin moved out. Wow... how did I just now realize that I literally have the whole dorm to myself... jeez, I need something to get me living again.

"DUDE?!? Hana, are you here?" The door slammed and Yunjin yelled at me loudly.

"Yeah I'm here, what's up?"

"It's time for class."

"You came all the way to the dorm just to tell me that?"

"Yeah, I wanna walk with you. It's our last first day of school. WE'RE SENIORS, we gotta make it special."

"Ok, ok, fine." 

I finished my breakfast, grabbing my phone and backpack, heading out the door behind Yunjin. We silently walked to our next class. Everyone was rowdy because it was the first day of school, especially the senior. Eric, Seungho, and Aaron came to meet us. We were the only seniors left in the 'it' group. Eunchae was also welcomed into the 'it' group, after all she was a debuted artist. 

We all walked into our advanced dance class, which was first period. Standing there was one of the last people I ever expected to see in this school again. Next to our dance teacher was... Keita?

"Hello class! Today you have a special assignment. You will be pairing up with each other to make a dance for a grade and the K-pop music festival. Since the top dancer of the summer has yet to be revealed, we will do so now. The top dancer will be pairing with Keita for the festival, and will be graded on your performance and choreography. Each group will get a theme from this bowl."

Everyone murmurs, already thinking about their partners. We were all excited for special assignments, especially getting to perform at the K-pop music festival. Some of the biggest names will be there. 

"Alright, our top dancer is.... Akahana Adams." I wasn't really surprised to hear my name, I had been top dancer since I started coming here. Now I just had to think about dancing with Keita. 

"Come get your theme." My teacher directed. I walked up to the front, digging my hand in the bowl for a slip of paper.

"S-sexy?"

My teacher laughed at the look on my face. Keita also did. It was kind of weird because we haven't seen each other since right before he went on ygtb a few months ago. I had watched it live as soon as it came out, but we had yet to talk. We communicated threw very few texts. 

"You two get practice room one, go have fun!" My teacher instructed us.

We silently walked to the first practice room. I didn't know what to say to him, and I assume it was the same for him. When we got to the practice room, I still didn't speak. I only stretched silently. 

"You're not going to talk to me?" Keita asked, moving my hand to his shoulder for stability as I stretched my quad muscle.

"I-... no. I just don't know what to say to you."

"Oh come on Hana, we're best friend! You always know what to say to me."

"Yeah well, we also haven't really talked all that much, let alone seen each other in a few months."

"Exactly, you should've jumped into my arms the moment you saw me, or at least have done it by now."

I rolled my eyes at Keita playfully. I knew he was half expecting me to, so I jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"I missed you baby." He spoke softly into my shoulder. I let my legs slide down from around his waist, laying my head against his shoulder when my feet were safely on the ground.

"I missed you too Kei." 

We stood there hugging for a few minutes. The warmth radiating off of him was something I hadn't felt in so long. I remember being addicted to his hugs when we were younger, I would use any excuse I had to cuddle close to him, or wrap my arms around his neck so he'd wrap his around my waist.

"Kei... I think I'm gonna go home when I graduate."

"WHAT?! But Hana, why would you leave? Isn't it your dream to be a dancer in Korea?"

"Well yeah, but nothing's happening for me Keita. I don't have friends anymore, I live alone in my dorm. I haven't seen my mom and dad in 3 years. My days blur by because they're empty. I'm just... I'm lost Keita. I'm losing myself. I got caught up in this dream that I thought I could achieve, but it's taking me nowhere and... I-... I'm lost."

"Well... write songs with those lyrics... damn. And wait... you live alone in the dorm?"

"Yeah Hayoon and Jiwoo graduated remember?"

"Yeah but what about Yunjin?"

"She debuted Keita. She's in Le sserafim. She moved out."

"Damn... she's at BigHit?"

"Yeah."

"You're actually alone in that huge ass dorm?"

"Yes Keita... I don't even really have friends anymore. There are 4 seniors left in the 'it' group. Yunjin is never here because of schedule and that leaves Eric, Seungho, and Aaron. I'm friends with Eunchae, the macknae of Yunjin's group, but like Yunjin, she's barely here. I kinda fell apart after you left."

"I'm so sorry Hana. I promise I'll talk to you every day from now on. And please don't go home... then I'll get to see you less."

"I'm sorry if these let's you down Keita... but I don't know if I can stay. Nothings going right for me right now and I just-... I don't wanna cry anymore Keita."

"No babe, I get it, but look at me. I kinda hate to use myself as an example but... I wasn't even really all that close to debuting with Treasure. I'm young and inexperienced compared to the others... so I didn't make it. But the point it, I'm not giving up. I'm a trainee at a different agency now, and I'm gonna keep going until I make my debut. Your slaying at this school. Your top of your class at academics, and top of your ADVANCED dance class... AT A FREAKING FINE ARTS SCHOOL. You're not always gonna be the most experienced, you're not always gonna be the best, so if you cant handle it while you are the best... then you gotta toughen up Hana."

"I-... okay. What if nothing happens for me though? What if I stay stuck?"

"You're literally a dancing prodigy. Something will happen for you. How about we just focus on the dance for now, kay?"

"Okay." I agreed.

We began the long process of choreographing a dance... hopefully we'll do good.

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The intro post for this story has all the chapters listed.

#terazono keita #boys planet #kpop fanfic #kpopidol #angst #ciipher #kpop bg #high school #childhood sweethearts #friends to lovers #best friends #love #relationships #fwb #fwb fic #fwb problems

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Accusations

Fem!BAU Team Angst with a kinda happy ending? (Derek Morgan x Reader if you squint) 

Request from @asempiternal-love : Could you possibly do a criminal minds one shot where the reader is being framed for a crime and they find out her tragic background and have to use it while interrogating her? I’m kinda a sucker for angst with a happy ending at the moment. Thank you!

Warnings: Assault, sexual assault, kidnapping, swearing, jail/arrest, mentions of alcohol, mentions of murder and other regular criminal minds things. Please let me know if i missed any.

Notes: This has existed in my requests for a long long time and i hope you still wanna see it. NGL this was pretty tough to write and its very long and dense. Super dialogue heavy. It’s kinda reminiscent of Morgan’s episode Derek. i disgustingly have to put on the comment that Miranda rights were still required when i wrote this, stay safe everyone. I am exceptionally bad at coming up with names. Gif isn't mine. 

You woke up with a start. You had been dreaming about the last case the team had taken in the field. It had been brutal with three white women sexually assaulted and left hanging from public statues in a town in New Jersey. It hadn’t taken long to find the Unsub, but he took the lives of fourteen women before you did. In your dream you were watching a dark figure walk away from you as you scrambled to try to get the cloth noose from around your neck, feet trying to find purchase on the side of a large cold piece of metal.

It took a moment for you to recognize it was still dark out and another one to realize it wasn’t your phone ringing with Hotch’s name on it that woke you. Instead it was banging on the front door. You were quick to unlock your gun locker with your thumbprint and pull out the pistol. By the time you got to the door you could hear what they were saying.

“Fairfax county sheriff. Open up!” You slid the chain off the door, which shut them up.

“I’m opening the door. I have a gun, I’m FBI. Don’t shoot!” With the gun’s safety on and your fingers far from the trigger guard you opened the door with your hands up. There was a bright flashlight shining on your face and someone in all black roughly took the gun from your hand, handing it back to someone and wrenching your arms behind your back.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes.”

“You are under arrest for the murder of Carl Berringer. You have the right to remain silent. Anything that you say ca…” You drowned out the Miranda rights, following in a market daze. The name Carl Berringer brought back a wave of ugly memories, your college dorm, party lights, the inside of a closet.

“I want my phone call.”

“You can have it when you get to the station.” You swallowed and closed your eyes, trying to block out the red and blue lights. You remembered those too. When the officer finally got in the driver’s seat, his partner sitting in the seat ahead of you, you looked up and met the driver’s eyes in the rear view.

“I’m an FBI agent. I would like to talk to my team.” You desperately wanted to ask what had happened to Carl, how he had been killed, where, but you knew there was no use and it would end up hurting you in the long run.

“We know you’re an FBI agent. You can call your team with your phone call when we arrive at the station.”It wasn’t a long drive, but it felt like hours. You needed to talk to Hotch and Derek. Especially Derek. He would be upset you kept all of this from him, and as your best friend he probably had every right to be. Still cuffed, with the light from the sun just peeking over the horizon, you were dragged out of the car and into the quiet station where you were put in a holding cell. A few minutes later, a deputy arrived with a phone and you quickly dialed Hotch’s number.

“Aaron Hotchner.”

“Hotch, I don’t know what happened, but I’m in holding at Fairfax county PD station…” you trailed off and looked at the deputy who filled in the number.

“I need you and Morgan to come as soon as you can.” You could hear him hustling around already.

“We’ll be there in no time. Y/N, don’t say anything.”

“I know, Hotch.” The deputy hung up, but before stepping back asked, “Do you want coffee? Food?” You frowned at the young man, but answered nonetheless.

“Coffee and something to eat, anything, would be good.” As he walked away your frown deepened. What had happened? And why did they think you had done it? And why was the deputy being nice to you? The questions raced through your head as you paced for a bit, trying to work out the details in your mind. Carl had gone to prison after what he did to you. His parole had been months ago. You stopped pacing when you heard arguing in the main room of the precinct. It was Derek, you could recognize his strained arguing. There was quiet for a moment and then the deputy came back into the holding area.

“Some of your coworkers are here. Come with me.” Still cuffed, you were walked briskly to a small interrogation room where you were cuffed to the table.

“Is this really necessary?”

“Yes.” All of the horrible ways people had been mutilated flashed behind your eyelids when you blinked. The deputy left and several excruciatingly long minutes later the door opened again, admitting Hotch and Derek.

“Is that really necessary?” Derek asked. Hotch turned and stuck his head out of the room. A few seconds later the sherif came in and undid one of the cuffs, leaving you connected to the table by your left hand.

“Can we get some water in here?” Hotch asked before sitting down across from you.

“I’m sorry this is happening. We’re waiting for them to tell us something, but since we aren’t working this case they don’t have to give us the case file. If you can help us out with any details…” You ran a hand through your messy hair and you realized you were still in your pajamas, looking in the reflective window behind your teammates. You looked disheveled, with red eyes and hair in a messy imitation of a bun.

“I…” The deputy who had cuffed you returned with water for the three of you. Despite knowing he was behind the window, you still waited for him to leave.

“When I was a freshman in college, Carl Berringer was one of my teaching assistants. He never struck me as weird or creepy, bu-“

“Don’t say anything that will incriminate you,” Hotch reminded.

“None of this is incriminating, Hotch,” you said, looking down at your hands. Derek placed his over both of yours and squeezed. You looked up at him and swallowed, looking back down at the metal table. There were scratches and swirls where things had been scraped over the metal. You followed one of the lines with your eyes as you continued.

“I went to a party one night and I had been drinking a little bit. He was there and he had always been nice to me, to everyone from what I had seen, so when he offered to walk me back to my dorm I let him. He was totally normal the whole walk, didn’t try to touch me, hold my hand, nothing. But when we got up to my dorm and I opened the door, when I turned to say bye to him he pushed me into the room and blocked the way out. I thought he was going to… assault me right there, but I could hear people coming down the hall, but before I could yell or do anything, he hit me over the head and used one of my socks to gag me. He put a hoodie over my head and then tied the sleeves behind my back so I couldn’t struggle.” Derek gave your hand a little squeeze. You could feel the tracks of tears starting down your face,but you continued.

“I lived on the second floor and our window went out into a little green space that was normally empty. He pushed me out and then I fell, my arm broke.” You flinched, the pain memory sending a shock up your arm that was cuffed.

“I had managed to pop my pedometer off a belt loop of my pants onto the floor of my dorm. But he pushed me out the window and he walked out and came back around. I had tried to get out of the hoodie, but the way he had tied it with a shoestring tightly around my wrists, I couldn’t get out. I guess I must have passed out, because I don’t remember getting to his apartment. I woke up when he was assaulting me...” You bit your lip. It was hard not to feel the spots where you had maintained bruises for days after. 

“It happened three times, I passed out again during the second time. But dropping the pedometer had been a good idea. My roomate knew I didn’t go anywhere without it and it was just in the middle of the floor. She called campus police and reported me missing. The next morning one of my friends from the party told them I had left with Berringer. They went straight there and detained him before checking the house. I was stuffed into his closet still tied up.” 

“They arrested him right away?” Hotch asked. You had practically forgotten they were there. You hadn’t recounted the story in years, not since you got a new therapist when you moved. It wasn’t something you talked about anymore, not to anyone.

“I guess there had been allegations two years before by one of the freshman he was a teacher’s assistant for, but they couldn’t prove anything. The year before me one of the girls in the class that he TA’d disappeared. They never found her, or her body. They never had enough to proof to take him down for that one. He confessed to it when they arrested him after they found me.” When you finally looked up to meet Derek’s eyes, you found the look he always had when he was trying to puzzle out anything about the unsub. But behind that was something else that it took you some time to recognize as understanding and hurt. You had joined the team after Derek had been arrested, but it hadn’t taken too many weekend workouts and boxing sessions for you to learn about his past. Yet you hadn’t ever told him.

“How come none of this was in your background check?” You had been anticipating the question.

“I was still a minor when it happened. The semester I took off was for the broken arm, but also because I moved schools after that… incident.” 

“Why do they think you did it?” That was a tougher one to answer. You weren’t proud of the things you had done in the past, and especially not this. 

“I went to all his parole hearings. I testified every time why he shouldn’t be able to be let out. He was going to kill me, he had killed someone else a year before, he should not have been let out. During the most recent one, the one when they let him out... after... I said if I ever saw him near me I had a gun and I knew how to use it.” You were looking at your hands again. Derek’s hand squeezed yours. 

“Give us a few minutes. We’ll sort this out. I promise,” Hotch said, standing up. Derek was slower to get up, but they left the room and few minutes later Hotch came in alone. 

“I’m getting you an actual attorney, but for the moment, I need you to say I’m your lawyer so we can talk privately.” The deputy was standing behind him and you nodded, “Aaron Hotchner is my attorney.” The officer undid the cuff from the table, cuffing your hands back together, and led the way to a smaller room. You could hear Derek’s voice and Spencer and JJ responding down the hall. You knew they were already getting on the move to find out who actually did this. The door shut and Hotch helped you move the chair so you could sit down. 

“I need to ask this-”

“I didn’t do this, Aaron. I might have been mad about the parole and honestly afraid for my life, but I didn’t hunt him down to do this.” He nodded, running a hand through his hair. You noticed he hadn’t put on a suit, just his usual crisp white button up. Not even a tie. He must have been in a rush. 

“They are saying that Berringer was in the area. He was shot with a semi-automatic with the same rifling pattern as our issued weapons and then beat beyond recognition. The only thing that made him recognizable was the Idaho State ID that was left on his chest.” He was holding her eye contact, waiting for a response. 

“I did not do this.” 

“I know. We need to find out who did it though. Do you know who else it could be?” You rubbed your eyes with your cuffed hands, trying to think back to the rest of the parole hearings. Not a lot of people had gone to them. Even his family never showed. Your mom and you were the only people who always went. 

“I... I don’t think so? I can’t remember anyone else coming to the parole hearings. My mom and I were the only ones who spoke at the hearings. My roomate spoke at the first one and the girl he assaulted two years before me.” Hotch looked like he was taking mental notes. 

“Alright, we’re going to try to get you released into our custody, or at least FBI custody. Just don’t say anything. We’re going to sort this out.” You nodded, and Aaron squeezed your hand before getting up and knocking on the door. It opened and the deputy helped you out of the chair and back into the cell. 

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Hotch managed to get you into FBI custody two days later, which meant you got to stay at Quantico, not under BAU supervision, but they were able to visit. Derek came down every day. He brought a printed article with him the first afternoon. 

“Someone released information to the press. No one’s incriminated you with, and we’re following a few more le-” 

“You’re not her lawyer,” the guard tutted. He had met you several times before when there were suspects in BAU custody. He was nice, allowed you to wear your own clothes. Whatever happened to Berringer must have been bad though, because they wouldn’t release you on house arrest. Derek nodded and slipped the printed article through the bars. It was three pages long and you settled on the edge of the small cot so you could read it. 

“Holy shit,” you muttered, flipping to the next page. Shot point blank in the head, disemboweled, tossed from the side of the bridge. Overkill. 

“Holy shit, Derek. I think I know who did this.” 

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

It took your lawyer two hours to get there. He was sweating as he ran into the holding area. 

“I’m sorry, the traffic was awful. Agent Hotchner said you might have something, but you wisely held your tongue till I could get here. Can we get her into the other room?” The words were rushing out of his mouth while he tossed around in his bag looking for his tape recorder and a pen. You were quickly brought into a private room, and as soon as the door closed you were speaking. 

“A couple weeks after the assault the brother of the girl who went missing the year before me tried to get his testimony into the trial. He said that a few weeks before I was attacked he received a letter that detailed what happened to his sister. It said that she was disemboweled, stabbed in the head, and thrown from a bridge in one of the Dakotas. They claimed it was a hoax, that he was just trying to connect his sister to the case.” 

“Do you remember his name?” 

“No, I can’t remember what it was. The girl’s name was Sarah something though. I remembered because he called me. He asked me if Berringer had said anything about Sarah. He kept saying her name. It was weird, it freaked me out. When I told him I didn’t know who she was he flipped out on me. It felt like he had just lost it.” You finished your tirade and your lawyer squeezed your arm as he went for the door. 

“We’re getting you out of this.” 

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

State police arrived to officially release you from custody the next morning. Your whole team was waiting, enveloping you in a group hug that you never wanted to end. 

“Oh god, I’m so glad you’re safe. You’re okay! I missed you! Well I know you were right here and I should have come down more, but seeing you in there made me so sad an-” 

“Penelope, I’m okay and its okay. I’m safe.” She finally let go. 

“I really, really, just want to go home now,” you said, looking hopefully at Derek. He put out an arm and you slid under it, thanking Hotch as you went. It wasn’t until you were in Derek’s passenger seat that you began to cry, doubled over and sobbing. You could feel the places that man had grabbed you, touched you, disregarded you. 

“Hey, woah, woah, it’s okay.” Derek pulled off the side of the road, not even off the post yet. His hand tentatively touched your shoulder, and you allowed it. He squeezed gently. 

“It’s okay. I get it. You’re okay though, you’re safe. I’m here. I would never let anything happen to you.” You sniffled, swallowing the bile that was rising. 

“I know. I’m... I’m sorry I never told you. I know I could have, but -”

“But reliving it would have been too much? I understand, I promise. I was admittedly hurt at the start, but I know how it feels.” You sat there for a while together, until you could finally sit up. You wiped the now sticky tears from your cheeks on the inside of your shirt and leaned back, staring at the ceiling of Derek’s sports car.  

“What happened? To the brother?” 

“He... well he didn’t surrender. They found another note. From him and a bunch of other stuff in his house. His accusations were false. He killed his sister. Did all those things to her. The state bureau was getting close. He knew you had said things about killing Berringer and he thought this would distract them and bring Berringer back into the picture. It almost worked.” You nodded and reached out. Derek caught his hand in yours. 

“Can I stay at your place? I don’t really want to be alone.” 

“Of course.” He squeezed your hand and then began the journey back to his place. 

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds reader #charliewrites #notsopersonalcharlie #tw

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From Beginning to End: Chapter 4

Synopsis: When you meet Aaron Hotchner in high school you don’t expect him to be the love of your life. You certainly don’t expect him to give you the courage to leave a toxic family behind for a teenage marriage and a life so wonderful that you never could have imagined it.

AN: Shout out to @hotchinkevlar and @originalsoulduck for their help with this chapter!!! Thank you so much!

Sorry this is late!!! 

Warnings: mentions of abusive relationship and the effects of an abusive relationship. Nothing graphic.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

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“Anything?” 

You sigh and shake your head, “Only bills.” 

Aaron tosses his head back and lets out a groan. It’s adorable in your opinion. You toss the bills to the side and move to him. You settle on his lap and he pulls you into his chest. You’ve officially been out of grad school for two months and in that time a lot of things had changed. 

The two of you, after five years, had finally moved out of the dorms and into an apartment. It was a small one bedroom in not the greatest area, but still not bad. You had filled it with a lot of furniture from thrift stores which the two of you had spent a weekend refinishing. And you had spent hour-long trips at the big box store buying everything you needed for your kitchen and bathroom, along with sheets and a few things to make the place feel homey. The only big things you had bought brand new had been your queen size mattress, a nice upgrade from the double bed the two of you had been sleeping on, a new bed frame, and a new couch. 

The mattress and bed frame had been a graduation present to yourselves. The couch was an investment to build credit. You were paying it off over two years. You currently had four months down! 

In July, you and Aaron had taken your exams. Your JLPT test had been brutal and so had Aaron’s law exam which had taken two days. And now you were nearing the end of the ten week wait for your results and you were growing anxious. You both had jobs that depended on these results. 

Aaron was currently clerking for a judge and had a prosecutor’s job set up pending his passing the bar. You were working with a Japanese company that had a base in DC. You spent most of your day translating meetings or documents. And you had a rather large raise coming your way if you passed the N1 level of the exam. Basically, you and Aaron would be sitting pretty as long as the two of you passed. It was nerve wracking. 

“Do you think this is another part of the exams? To torture us with waiting and see if we crack?” 

“Who knows.” 

“You know what we could do to pass the time?” As his hand strokes your thigh, you laugh. 

“I have a pretty good idea.” You stand and grab his hand. The two of you lock lips, and you’re just walking back towards the bedroom when there’s a knock on your door. Aaron groans. 

You pat his chest, “It’s probably some salesman. Go use your intimidating lawyer attitude and get rid of them and I’ll wait in the bedroom.” You shoot him a wink and put a little extra sway to your hips. 

You’ve just reached the bedroom when you hear him say the word, “Mom.” 

You spin on your heel and head right back into the den. Standing in the doorway is a woman you’d only seen once. Virginia Hotchner is a pretty woman but you can see where the years and her husband have prematurely aged her. There’s gray at her roots, and more lines than when you had seen her five years ago. And she looks absolutely devastated. 

You know she’s been through a lot, but  when she latches onto Aaron and cries out that William Hotchner has cancer, you want to pull her off. Aaron had always felt guilty about leaving his mom and Sean behind. It wasn’t his fault, and you had told him that numerous times. 

You stay by the wall, and watch as he leads her into your home and gets her settled on the couch. She cries as she gives the details. Lung Cancer. Stage Four. Not much time left. Wants to see Aaron. And from the way he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, you know he’s about to say yes.  As much as you want to, you don’t stop him. You know Aaron like the back of your hand. You know him better than anyone else in the world. If he doesn’t do what he feels is right, the guilt will eat him alive. 

He locks eyes with you. He’s not looking for permission, he’s looking for support. You nod. You’ll go with him. He pats Virginia’s hand. “Give us a few minutes to change, Mom, and then we’ll go with you.” 

She looks up and sees you for the first time and she sort of sighs in relief, “You’re still married. I was so afraid you two would get divorced.” 

You’re not touching that sentence. “We’ll be right back, Mom.” 

The two of you stand there after closing the door.  Then Aaron curses, “I told him those stupid cigarettes would kill him. He wouldn’t listen. And now. . . I have to clean up his mess. What do I even wear to see a man who I hate who also happens to be dying?” You sit on the bed while Aaron has his whispered rant. He looks at you, “Why the hell does he want to see me? He hates me. He’s hated me ever since I told him no for the first time.” 

“I don’t know. Neither of us have stellar parents Aaron.” 

“We’re not going to repeat their mistakes. I refuse to be my parents. I want to have a good relationship with our kids. I want us to be close to them. I want them to never be scared of us, or worried that our love depends on a grade. I want them to be sad when we’re dying.” 

He pauses, “My dad is dying . . . and I’m not . . .  sad.” 

When the tears come you’re sure there’s sadness in there. Sadness at the relationship that could have been if alcohol hadn’t destroyed an otherwise brilliant man. Sadness for a childhood that should have been happy. You go to Aaron, and wrap your arms around him as the two of you sink to the floor. 

He clutches you to him and whispers, “The only good thing he ever did for me, was sending me to St. Anne’s, because it gave me you.” 

You kiss him for that, and you stay wrapped around each other for a moment before you get dressed. You don’t put on one of your work outfits, and Aaron settles on khakis and a blue polo. You’re the one who drives to the hospital. Apparently Virginia had taken a cab. A lot of her previous sadness seems to have disappeared as she fills Aaron in on the other wives from the firm and the different committees she’s a part of. She wants to focus on anything and everything that isn’t her husband. And you can’t blame her. 

You park and head on up to the room. You take Aaron’s arm, feeling just a tad possessive when his mother makes a move for him. You can’t really explain it either. But something tells you that boundaries now are going to save you a lot of headaches later. You need to make it clear that Aaron is not going to be a replacement for her husband. 

Aaron hesitates only slightly when you reach the room. You give his arm a reassuring squeeze and the two of you go in. His father looks vastly different from the last time you saw him. He’s thinner, his hair seems to have gone, and he has an oxygen mask on his face. 

He seems to have just enough energy to remove it, “Didn’t think you would come. I suppose all the crap doesn’t matter when your parent is dying.” 

“I came for mom.” Aaron’s voice is calm. It’s the same voice he used in his mock debates and mock trials. He’s slipped into lawyer mode. He’s analyzing everything and compartmentalizing. 

“Still married, I see. You living off my boy?” 

You’re not that same meek girl you used to be, “I’m actually the higher wage earner right now.” 

His eyes flicker to Aaron, “That’ll change when his bar results come back with a passing score.” Is it wrong to hit a dying man who is also a dick? 

“How do you know I took the bar? Better yet, how did mom know where we live?” 

William huffs and takes a moment to breathe in some of the oxygen. “You’ve made a name for yourself; clerking for judges, making fools of lawyers who have been practicing for years in those mock trials, graduating at the top of your class. It’s why I brought you here. My firm wants to make you an offer.” 

“I have a job.” 

“For the prosecution? That’s ridiculous. With your skills and my firm you could become a partner in five years. Your wife wouldn’t have to work, and you’d be able to afford more than that hovel you’re living in now. Your mother and brother are going to need you.” 

When his mother nods along, Sean, who is ten years old now, and has shot up like a weed, looks at her like she’s crazy. 

“There’s more to life than just money.” 

“Those are the words of a fool.” 

“Dad. I’m not discussing MY life choices today. Mom says you need someone to make decisions.” William’s eyes go to Virginia and Sean. He’s not going to talk with them in the room. 

You squeeze Aaron’s hand once before stepping away, “Virginia. Sean. Why don’t we go get something to eat?” 

Sean looks thrilled with the idea but Virginia hesitates. She looks to William for approval, and he nods. That makes you pause. After hearing Aaron’s stories and meeting Virginia that one time, you hadn’t really been able to see the abuse. You hadn’t seen any bruises and she hadn’t seemed scared of him when she had called him. 

But after research you know some of the symptoms now. She was co-dependent on him, she looked for his approval in everything, and she neglected herself in order to meet his needs. You knew there was more. You knew her world was about to disintegrate. You just didn’t know what that meant for Aaron. It’s complicated. 

You get Sean ice cream. You figure the kid deserves it. He’s spent most of his day with that man and in the hospital. Virginia peppers you with questions: Have the two of you started looking at houses, how long did you plan on working before trying for kids, how many kids do you want? She had always wanted a daughter and she thinks that a little girl would have had William absolutely wrapped around her finger, and she was so sorry she hadn’t been able to give him more children. 

It’s a lot to take in. You reassure her that the child thing isn’t her fault. And you then explain that you and Aaron are a long ways off from having kids. She smiles secretly at that and then turns to run her fingers through Sean’s hair.  Aaron finds you nearly two hours later while Virginia is in the process of teaching you how to knit. 

He drops a kiss on the top of your head, and tells his mom that William wants to see her and Sean. She immediately tidies up the yarn, and takes Sean’s hand despite his protests. When they’ve left he drops down into the seat next to you looking exhausted. 

“How bad is it?” 

“He wants us to move in with mom and Sean when he’s gone. I told him that wasn’t happening. I called my Aunt Caroline, my mother’s sister. She’s a retired school teacher, and she offered to come move in with them. She always hated my dad, and tried to talk her into leaving. She realizes it’s not mom’s fault that he wore her down over the years. I think she’ll be a good influence and more capable of building my mom up than I am. 

“He has the financial stuff settled. She’s set and the house is paid off. He wants to send Sean to boarding school though, so mom doesn’t turn him into a no-good mama’s boy. His words. I told him that would be Sean’s choice.

“But now, I have to go find him a funeral plot, and he wants two because when mom dies, and don’t even get me started on that thought, he wants her next to him for all eternity. And why the hell did I agree to come down here? I should let Aunt Caroline handle it, she’d probably drop him in a ditch with a coyote, and call it a day, and I don’t know that I would be upset if she did.” 

“I think I like your Aunt Caroline.” 

“She’s a very cool person. She came to our graduation.” You have a brief memory of meeting a woman with red hair. It's a fleeting thought. “When I told her William was dying, she said it was about damn time, and I’m pretty sure I heard her making herself a celebratory drink.” 

You both laugh at that, and then force yourselves to stop when you get strange looks. “He’s already written his own obituary. It reads like a love letter to himself. But he doesn’t have long. A few days. Turns out he’s been here longer than mom let on.” 

You take his hand, and kiss his forehead, “We’ll get through this, Aaron.” 

“I know, Sweets. And thank you for being here.” 

“Always.” 

Aaron spends the next few days at the hospital at the insistence of the judge he’s clerking for. Apparently he knows William and respects him a good deal. You wonder how a man can be so well respected among his colleagues and be an absolute monster at home. 

You remain on edge at work, waiting for the call that William is gone. The call actually comes in the middle of the night, waking you and Aaron at three in the morning. You go ahead and head to the hospital. 

The next few days are spent making the arrangements. Virginia reminds you a bit of a zombie. She stays close to you, and often looks for hugs. You provide them. Sean is quiet. Solemn. Aunt Caroline comes down the night before the viewing, and you watch as the sisters embrace. For the first time, you see a bit of relief in Virginia’s eyes. 

Aunt Caroline is amazing. You want to be her when you grow up. She makes Aaron smile, and you can tell that she’s genuinely proud of him.  Virginia seems to become a little more lively around her. 

The viewing is a long day. It’s filled with colleagues of William’s telling the family just how great of a man he was. Aaron handles it fairly well, and Caroline sticks to a corner and manages not to roll her eyes. 

The funeral is hard. Aaron is one of the pall bearers, and Sean walks right beside him. You and Caroline sandwich Virginia between you and follow the casket. The wake after the funeral is even more draining. By the time Caroline tells you to go home, you’re more than ready. 

You leave with promises to come back for Sunday dinner. You’re both exhausted by the time you reach the apartment, and for the first time in days, you check your mailbox.  Your breath leaves you when you see what’s waiting. Your JLPT results and Aaron’s bar results. His name leaves you in a whisper. 

Aaron takes both envelopes from you, and the two of you run up the stairs. And once you’re in and the door is locked you tear into your results. Your heart sores, “I passed. I passed the level 1 certification.” You do a little dance and then look at your husband. 

He just stares at the results, and you feel sick to your stomach. “Aaron?” 

You watch a tear slip out and then another, and he sort of crumples. You move to him and in between sobs he says, “I passed. The old bastard was right. I passed.” And as he cries, you hug him, because that’s all you can do in this moment.  You curse William Hotchner yet again, because he’s turned something that should be happy into something sad. 

#aaron hotchner #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x you #criminal minds #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #cm fanfic #cm reader insert #cm imagine #cm fanfiction

[allforthe-gays]

kevaaron headcanons:

aaron lays out kevin's clothing for him after late night practices so he doesn't have to find them when he's tired and sore after a shower

kevin brings aaron snacks and water when he's staying up late studying for big exams because he knows aaron will forget to eat otherwise

they have the same taste in music, so they have mutliple shared spotify playlists that they listen to together on long bus rides to games

matt figures out theyre dating after stalking kevin's spotify and finding a suspicious amount of collaborative playlists with aaron

kevin always wears his sport socks on the correct feet, and will fold aarons socks for him to make sure each pair has a right and a left sock even though theyre all the same color

because aaron is a premed, whenever kevin feels slightly weird he'll immediately ask aaron to diagnose him with something "aaron i think im dying my elbow bone pops out weird when i move it" "babe, you're hypermobile. that's normal."

whenever kevin has to go to pr stuff for the exy team he'll text aaron and ask him to make up an emergency to get him out of it "can i tell whymack i just found out your pregnant and need to take you to the doctor. i want to leave." "kevin. no. do not tell your dad that, just smile and look pretty for 30 more minutes and then you can come back to the dorm and watch supernatural with me."

kevin told neil that he wanted to go on a double date with him and andrew to introduce them to his boyfriend, so they both dragged their respective twin to a diner on campus without telling them why. kevin told andrew he was looking forward to being his inlaw, aaron was appalled while andrew thought it was some convuluted shovel talk because kevin and neil are brotherly or whatever. it wasn't until neil and andrew are driving away that neil goes "you handled that surprisingly well, i thought you'd care more about kevin fucking your brother"

after coming to terms with their relationship andrew is actually kevaaron's #1 fan, but he'd never admit it. kevin will randomly find vouchers for free pumpkin patch tickets, or laser tag or other popular date spots. andrew will never admit its him, but multiple people have seen him put stuff in kevin's wallet.

whenever the foxes have boardgame nights kevin and aaron cheat so much. the foxes thought andrew and neil were bad, but kevin and aaron are so much worse. andreil would just have their weird little silent conversations, but kevaaron just blatantly cheat. "hey babe, when matt's not looking can you look at his cards. I'll tell you what weapon the murderer used if you do." "ok yeah gimme a second" "guys we can hear everything you're saying, kevin get away from matt right now."

kevin is weirdly competitive about everything, including his relationship with aaron. matt holds open a door for dan, and kevin immadeatly offers to carry all of aaron's belongings. neil buys andrew ice cream, and kevin bakes aaron oatmeal cookies. allison buys her and renee matching water bottles, and kevin buys him and aaron matching tracksuits. once the foxes catch on they purposfully start doing stuff for their significant other in front of kevin to see what he will do in retaliation. dan buys matt fresh produce from a farmers market, and kevin tries to make a window planter to grow vegetables in which falls off after he overwaters the seeds he planted and closes his window too hard.

aaron has a very intricate face routine, while kevin has never washed his face and manages to have no acne. kevin eventually gets a pimple because he's a college athlete who sweats every day and aaron shows him how to wash his face and moisturize and use pimple patches and all the other fun stuff that normal people who aren't blessed with godly genetics have to do.

kevin loves sitting on aaron. aaron will be trying to play a video game and kevin will just sit on him. aaron will be studying on the couch and kevin will lay on top of him. if aaron is sitting down kevin will try to sit on him. and aaron loves it. the foxes thought it was cute at first but now they kind of hate it because holy shit why do they love each other so much. "kevin get off of my brother right now, i dont want to see any gay shit jesus christ" "your boyfriend was literally spoon feeding you ice cream ten minutes ago, shut the fuck up"

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[the-plothole-court]

the foxes have an absolute field day trying to scare each other shitless.

neil would place fake spiders literally everywhere in the dorms and think it’s the funniest shit ever. in the beds, by the window sill, near matt’s toothbrush. one time, andrew catches neil leaving one in kevin’s locker when they’re at court and is about to say something until he sees the glorious smile on neils face and hears the incredible sound of neils quiet laughter. he blushes and internally curses neil when he realizes he can no longer form any words (245% josten).

i believe that the twinyards wouldn’t actually care enough to go out of their way to plan something out, but they still end up scaring all of the foxes (as well as wymack). this is because after every corner you turn, and every door you open, there will be one (if you’re lucky) five foot nothing gremlin just waiting for you on the other side. when it was both aaron and andrew, kevin may or may not have quite literally peed his pants.

also, when the twins start to get closer (as close as they can get), and only one other fox is in the dorm, they will (only once):

-put on the exact same outfit

-play the most horrifying music they can find

-dim all of the lights

-walk incredibly slow towards the victim

- slightly tilt their heads

-look dead into one of the foxes’ eyes, and simultaneously say “come play with us.” (my guess is that the fox is nicky because he will not say ANYTHING after andrew says to him “no one will ever believe you” in the flattest voice with the flattest look on his face after nicky fainted).

kevin spends his time hiding in closets (ha.) and waiting for people to open them. simple, yet effective. it never works on andrew, though.

nicky would just walk up to people with a blank look on his face, wait a few seconds, stare into the person’s eyes, and then proceed to let out the loudest scream you will ever hear in your entire life.

allison would just target kevin and either A. tell kevin that their upcoming exy game got cancelled or B. convince kevin that he got a major concussion and it will be a miracle if he can ever play exy again (this may or may not have trick kevin more than once)

renee likes to make her involvement in this a little less obvious. when talking to people, she will be her usual, smiling self. halfway through the conversation, she will just look behind the person she’s talking to with a look of horror on her face. she will stare at the same spot for a few seconds before turning back to them and smiling and continuing the conversation like nothing happened.

matt would airdrop the foxes the creepiest pictures he can find (i refuse to share what his search history looks like afterward). occasionally, he will add an even creepier message saying something along the lines of “i can see you” or “look out your window.” he also loves seeing their reactions because somehow, nobody knows that it’s him. one day, he decides to switch it up. he creates a fake article and anonymously sends it to neil. he watches as neil opens the article titled “Why People 5’3 And Under Are No Longer Eligible To Play Collegiate Exy.” matt laughs to himself, knowing how stupid and obviously fake the title sounds, but neil’s eyes widen more than what should be humanly possible as he stares at his phone. matt sees the look on his face, and immediately runs over to neil. he apologizes profusely and declares over and over again how neil is the love of his life and how he will never do this again.

dan would simply just individually text the foxes their name with a period at the end (ex: “matt.”) that’s all. nothing else. no matter how many texts or calls she gets after she sends it, she will ignore them and say nothing else. it is absolutely terrifying and it somehow works every time.

and if seth were alive, you bet your ass he would sneak up behind everyone and blow an air horn in their ears 24/7.

#why do i know these characters more than i know everyone else in my life #i hate aftg #i love aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #kevin day #nicky hemmick #allison reynolds #renee walker #matt boyd #dan wilds #seth gordon

[h0tchner]

Worth It (college AU!aaron hotchner x fem!reader)

pairing: college AU!aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron and reader are both students together at George Washington University. although Y/N needs to study for her upcoming exam, her boyfriend aaron has other plans for their afternoon... other, sinful, plans... ;)

word count: 3k

includes: SMUT, fluff, hotch has a silver chain (adsfhkjdhskfhkjsd), spitting!kink, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, cigarette mention, PDA, slight bratty!reader, lots of eye contact and kissing, creampie

rating: 18+ (this is basically pure SMUT so pls dni if you are uncomfy with explicit sexual content, or if you are a minor).

a/n: tysm to my besties in the discord server who put the idea of college!hotch with a silver chain in my head. this thing practically wrote itself. i hope you all enjoy, and that it's what you imagined! PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

It’s the first beautiful spring afternoon of the year. Considering you and your boyfriend Aaron have both been cooped up in the GWU library all winter long, the choice to study outside in the fresh air today was a unanimous no-brainer.

After a full morning of classes, the two of you waste no time racing over to the courtyard at noon, in serious need of some sunshine. Hand in hand, you navigate the throngs of students and teachers, pushing your way through the sea of people toward an old oak tree at the far end of the outdoor common area. You and Aaron settle underneath the sturdy branches happily, study materials in hand.

His back is up against the tree, and you’re nestled between his long legs, resting comfortably against his warm, firm chest. In your hands are a pile of colour-coded flashcards that you’re memorizing for your Shakespeare 101 test that’s later this afternoon. Well… trying to memorize, that is. Aaron is making it kind of impossible to concentrate.

Although he’s supposed to be looking over notes for his Political Science class, he is decidedly… not. It takes all of five minutes for him to put his notebook down with an exaggerated huff.

You flick your eyes up at him. Aaron’s head is tipped back against the tree trunk, his eyes screwed shut, dark eyebrows furrowed. Something has him riled up and restless; he’s angstier than usual… more impatient than usual. You can’t quite put your finger on why.

You let out a soft sigh of concern, making a mental note to talk to your boyfriend about it later tonight, and turn back to your flashcards.

About 10 minutes later, just as you’re starting to leaf through the literary symbolism of Hamlet, one of Aaron’s large hands begins to tease the hem of your yellow sundress.

You blush lightly and swat his touch away, playfully, cheeks flushing wildly at your boyfriend’s overtly public display of affection. You say nothing, and neither does he. He doesn’t exactly stop… and it’s not like you exactly stop him.

You re-read the same flashcard over again as Aaron’s hand continues to toy at your dress. His other hand comes up to rest on your hipbone.

You fidget a little on the grass under his touch, adjusting your hips to move backwards, feeling something hard pressing into your... OH. So that’s what has him so worked up.

He sucks in a breath, fingers digging into your hip a little harder, the hand on your dress inching further up your thigh -

“Aaron!” you whine, breathy and bewildered. “There are so many people out here you seriously need to control yourself.”

You let your head tip back to rest on his solid chest. Looking up at him you can see the glimmer of arrogance in his darkened, hazel eyes. There’s something else there too… something more… lustful.

Predictably, he says nothing: but lucky for you, his eyes say everything.

“You made me stop studying,” you fake a frown, placing your flashcards onto your lap.

He gives your hip another squeeze.

“Took you long enough,” he murmurs, smirking, brushing a few strands of hair off your neck before attaching his lips to your collarbone.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out. You bring a hand up and card it through his thick, black hair. You can feel him smiling against your skin, pressing light kisses up your neck, all the way up to your ear.

“You just look so good today, Y/N, I can’t help myself,” he whispers, deep and rough yet full of youthful horniness. He takes the soft skin of your earlobe in his teeth and pulls on it gently, making your eyes flutter shut and your hand pull hard at the hair on back of his head.

Aaron groans into your ear at the feeling. You shudder at the sound. He loops his arms around you and lets his head drop onto your shoulder. You stretch up slightly to the side and softly peck his cheek, moving one of your hands to cover both of his where they rest over your midsection, the other still playing with his gorgeous, raven hair.

“Babe, what in the world is going on with you today?” you ask, knowing full well what the answer is.

He lifts his head from your shoulder and glances at you, warm, golden-brown eyes shining. The expression on his face makes your heart do backflips.

You take the flashcards from your lap and toss them into your bag, twisting around in his arms so that you’re on your knees, facing him.

“Aaron,” you say again, this time more deliberate and confident, “what is it that has you so side-tracked?” Your fingers reach out to play with the silver chain he wears around his neck. You loop it around one of your fingers and pull him closer to you. You hear his breath hitch in his throat.

“You,” he shrugs.

Aaron lunges forward and catches you in a hungry kiss. It’s wet and needy, full of tongue and teeth.

“You’re insufferable,” you jest, lips pulling apart, fingers still toying with his chain.

“Yeah, I know,” he tilts his head cockily, grinning against your mouth as he captures your lips again.

“Dorm?” you ask him softly when the kiss breaks, dropping his chain back to rest on his black shirt.

He nods, letting his thumb brush over your cheek. He steals another kiss and then stands, suddenly, pulling you up with him. Before you can even register what’s happening, Aaron has both of your bags on his shoulders, and he’s scooping you up in his arms. With haste, he starts striding across the grass towards the dorms.

You throw your arms around his neck and grin up at him wildly as he apologetically barrels through the crowd. What a sight it is; you: cheeks flushed and laughing, yellow sundress billowing, and him: sexy as hell in dark blue jeans and a simple black t-shirt, practically sprinting with you in his arms across the campus.

You giggle as he elbows open the front door of his dorm building, and bury your face in his neck. You breathe in the faint smell of his guilty-pleasure cigarettes and clean, musky cologne. When you reach the elevator, he finally lets you down, but his touches never cease.

Aaron pushes you up against the wall of it and kisses you until you’re moaning into his mouth, legs practically jelly.

He continues this until the door opens on his floor, and you’re whisked away, again. He’s pulling you behind him at record speed down the hallway, your hand in his, until you reach his room.

The moment the door closes behind you, Aaron throws down the backpacks and is all over you again.

“Oh my god Aar,” you gasp, as he spins you around and traps you between him and the door. He pushes one of his denim-clad legs in-between yours and flexes up lightly, brushing over your core.

“So,” kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “hot,” kiss, “in,” kiss, “that,” kiss, “dress,” he breathes into your mouth in between bruising kisses.

“Do you have any idea what you looked like? Sitting between my legs in my favourite sundress of yours?” Aaron tilts your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. He is completely undone. A self-confident smile plays on his red, puffy lips. His dimples make your heart ache. His thick eyebrows are quirked up, and his eyes are nearly black, blown out with pure lust.

You answer his question with a whimper, bringing your hands up to his chest to tug at his black tee.

Aaron steps back a little bit, letting you pull his shirt up and over his head. You toss it to the side, bringing your hands back up to run over his broad, lightly toned chest.

“I couldn’t concentrate,” he admits smugly, letting his hands roam over your body.

“Yeah, and why’s that my fault?” You pant, teasingly, egging him on. You like to get a little bratty with him during foreplay, knowing that it always comes back to bite you in the ass later on in the best way possible.

He growls at you, licks his lips and dives back in, kissing you with unparalleled passion, rocking his leg up into your underwear-covered pussy.

“You were right there in my hands, but I couldn’t touch you,” he utters.

“You can touch me now,” you say, “and I can touch you.” You move your fingers down to the waistband of his jeans, eager to feel him. Aaron’s hands stop you.

“Not yet, babe,” he breathes out, shaky, touching his forehead against yours. “Need to taste you first.”

Your mind goes blank at his audacity.

“Aaron, fuck, please,” you whimper, eyes wide. You grind down on his leg, eliciting a grunt from your boyfriend.

You move to grind down on his leg again, but he removes it, leaving you to shudder at the loss of contact. He scoops you up again and carries you into his bedroom.

Aaron throws you down onto the bed, his black and white plaid sheets still rumpled from last night’s restless sleep.

He stands at the foot of the bed, staring down at you, his silver chain resting on the tufts of dark hair on his bare chest. His cock is straining at the fabric of his jeans, and his chest is heaving. He is lean and muscular, and oh so perfect.

“Baby, you’re so hot, please touch me, I need you to touch me,” you plead, pressing your legs together for friction.

“Fucking beautiful,” Aaron whispers as he kneels, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you toward him.

You yelp as he drags you down the bed to him, the skirt of your sundress now around your waist. You look down at your gorgeous boyfriend as he nips and kisses your thighs.

“Aaron,” his name falls from your mouth like a prayer as you reach one hand down to tug at his hair. He tightens his grip around your legs, inching closer and closer to where you need him the most.

He presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the underwear covering your clit, making your back arch off the bed, chasing more.

“Aaron please,” you grip his hair with one hand and the sheets with another.

This time he sucks lightly on it through the fabric, and you cry out.

You squirm and moan under his touch as he licks your slit through your panties.

“Oh my god Aaron if you don’t to- OH!” Your frustration is drowned out by the sound of your moans as Aaron pushes your underwear to the side, eating you out like his life depends on it.

He laps at you with vigour, alternating between flat strokes and gentle sucking. Your hand in his dark hair is unfaltering as he hums between your folds, sending shockwaves throughout your whole body. You reach down with your other hand to hold onto Aaron’s, which he unhooks from your thigh and entwines with yours effortlessly.

You are a moaning, whimpering mess underneath his lips. He adds a finger, curling it just right inside of you. You can’t help but thrash, riding his face, begging to cum.

Aaron moans into your folds as he adds a second finger, scissoring them inside you.

“Aaron, baby,” you moan, “I’m so close.”

He peeks up at you under thick eyelashes from his spot between your legs. You lock eyes and he winks. The smug bastard winks.

That wink is all it takes for the dam to break, and your orgasm to overtake you.

Aaron continues to suck, kiss, and lick you through your high, letting you guide his head and ride his tongue until your body is still. He finishes you off with a gentle kiss just above your pubic bone.

“Come here handsome,” you breathe out, finally releasing the hand from his hair, reeling from the intensity of your orgasm.

Aaron wastes no time climbing up the bed as you push yourself into a seated position, taking off your sundress and throwing it across the room. His pink lips are wet with your arousal, and it makes your toes curl. You reach out and pull him to you, sealing your mouths in a searing kiss. Aaron groans into your mouth as you palm him over his blue jeans. He swiftly undoes your bra and lets it join the growing pile of clothes on his bedroom floor.

“Open,” he commands, rising onto his knees, running a finger over your parted lips.

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue as Aaron tugs on the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your head back. He spits into your mouth, and you swallow it, never breaking eye contact.

It’s hot and dominating. You can’t get enough.

“Need you,” you whisper, your hand finding the button of his jeans.

“Y/N,” he grunts, one hand reaching to grab your bare breast as you unzip his pants.

He shimmies out of them, and his blue boxers too.

Finally, finally, Aaron is naked in front of you. His thick cock is red, hard, and pulsing, erect on his lower stomach.

You gaze into Aaron’s eyes as you spit into your hand and wrap it around his dick. You pump your hand teasingly, and his eyes slam shut, a string of expletives leave his mouth.

“Fuck, babe,” he groans as you swipe your thumb over the tip.

You move your hand a few more times, each more purposeful than the last. You’re just beginning to find a rhythm when your boyfriend pushes you down lightly onto the bed.

“Aaron?” You gasp, questioning.

“Need to be inside you,” he rasps as he hovers over you, pressing kisses to your neck as he lines himself up.

Aaron rubs himself over your pussy a few times, coating his dick with your arousal, driving both of you insane. You both look down as he finally pushes himself inside of you, the image of his thick cock splitting you open almost too much to bear. Your eyes snap closed in bliss at the sight of it.

“Oh Aaron, oh my god,” you breathe out as he bottoms out.

“Look at me, Y/N” he orders, unmoving.

You open your eyes to find his, dark and shameless, right over yours. His hair is soft and messy on his forehead. The silver chain around his neck touches your lips lightly as it dangles from his neck. He is the most beautiful sight in the whole world.

“Fuck me, Aaron.” You sigh, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in even deeper.

With a low, sinful, groan, he does.

The pace is perfectly rough; with every thrust of his hips into you, you grind yours halfway to meet him. You let your hands wander over the expanse of his back and shoulders, and then up into his hair. The sound of your hips snapping against each other is delicious. With every stroke, you whimper into his lips, his neck, his chest; any piece of skin you can find. It’s all free real estate.

“You feel so good, babe, I’m so close,” Aaron whispers into your mouth. You squeeze around him in response, letting him know it’s okay to take what he needs. The movement elicits a deep moan from your boyfriend.

With that, he picks up the pace, lifting your legs up and over his shoulders, and you dissolve into a pile of whimpers. This new angle allows him to go even deeper, even harder.

His silver chain passes over your lips again and again, as his thrusts become more frantic. You take the necklace between your lips and bite down, muffling the sound of your mewls. The metal is cold and hard in your mouth, and the sensation makes you moan.

Aaron’s eyes scan yours and then your lips, finding his chain in your mouth. His eyes all but roll back into his head.

“Holy shit Y/N,” he pants. You watch as he starts to devolve, clinging to him as he throws his head back and goes over the edge.

He spills into you loudly, pressing against your body, filling you up with hot cum.

You release the chain from your teeth and pull Aaron down onto you, needing to feel the weight of him.

“Aaron, oh my god, baby, yes, oh my god,” you whisper into his ear as his thrusting slows and his hips stop, his cock deep inside you.

You pulse around him, holding him close, rubbing your hands up and down his back. He is collapsed on top of you, and both of you are breathing heavily. Your chests are pressed together, sweat is sticking to your skin.

Aaron lifts his head from your shoulder to look up at you through hooded eyes and thick lashes. He gives you a dopey grin and his signature wink, before letting his head fall back down.

You laugh into his hair, pressing a soft kiss there.

You two stay like that for a minute or so, revelling in the closeness, before you decide to speak.

“Aar?” You say, nudging his head with your nose.

“Mhhhmmm,” he mumbles, still nuzzled into your neck, his breathing still slowing.

“I still have to study for my exam.”

Aaron groans into your shoulder, and then picks his head up again so you two are eye to eye.

“Don’t worry about it, babe. I’ll just pull the fire alarm,” he grins, all dimples.

You roll your eyes at his ridiculously adorable proposition, pulling at the chain on his neck to bring him in for another kiss.

“You’re so stupid,” you mumble against his lips.

“Only for you,” he replies, nipping at your bottom lip.

Well, it’s only one test. If I fail, I fail… you tell yourself as Aaron slides his tongue into your mouth again, and you feel his cock hardening inside you, ready for round two.

For this? It’s worth it.

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@ssahotchie @laurensprentiss @arsonhotchner @heliotropehotch @agent-laufeyson @mrsh0tchner

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[spencers-renaissance]

you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy

Summary: Spencer's gay. He joins the BAU and befriends the team, but it is 2003. It's a secret he has to keep. He just didn't expect it to be this hard.

Tags: gay!spencer, coming out, hurt/comfort, insecure!spencer, misunderstandings, angst with a happy ending, dad hotch, protective!hotch, protective!derek, childhood trauma TW: one instance of explicit homophobia, but it is referenced a lot, as is Spencer's internalised homophobia at the start of this fic. A shit ton of heteronormativity but tbh that's just canon lol

Pairing: Spencer Reid/OMC, Spencer Reid & Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid & Aaron Hotchner, The BAU Team & Spencer Reid

Word Count: 6k

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Consider this my contribution to pride month 😌 I've waited so long to post it and I'm so glad I'm finally doing it because it's definitely one of my all time favourites <3 Gideon is here somewhere but just like with all my early season fics he's not really part of the plot I combined my moreid and gen taglists bc it was hard to know the audience for this, but just ignore it if you're not interested!

you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn’t do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore. — richard siken, a primer for the small weird loves

Spencer has only told one person in his whole life.

His mother guessed. For as long as he can remember, she’s used gender neutral pronouns when talking about his future partner, read him all the gay literature she could find, promised him that he’s perfect just the way he is.

The trouble is that Spencer only believes her until the first grade, when Ryan Sampson shoves him over in the playground and calls him gay. His mom had only ever used that term in a sweet, loving way, taking care to associate such words with positivity, as long as his dad wasn’t around to hear. When that word comes out of Ryan Sampson’s mouth, it is not said with sweetness and love; it is said with venom, and Spencer learns quickly that his mom is wrong. He is not perfect just the way he is.

And so, he keeps it a secret. When his mom notices him getting uncomfortable at the mention of future partners, she stops bringing it up, though she refuses to give up the diverse education she provides for him outside of school. His dad tells him that one day he’ll be a strapping young man and marry a nice girl in a church, and Spencer nods along. He ignores the way his stomach turns with anxiety at the thought. Ignores the screaming match his parents have that night. Ignores the fact that it started because Diana chipped in with ‘or boy’.

He’s in high school by the time he’s twelve, and the only part he’s grateful for is the absence of pressure to get a girlfriend. His dad’s out of the picture now, and Spencer tries not to let himself think that maybe if he wasn’t like this he might have stayed. Diana’s so out of it most days that she doesn’t remember what she noticed about him when he was a child, only recalling the last few years of shoving himself so far back in the closet he can hardly see the door anymore.

It feels like he’s lost his last ally.

(He hates that a small part of him feels relieved she doesn’t remember; that he almost feels assured by the fact that the last person to know who he really is has forgotten. There is only this version of Spencer Reid now. No other exists.)

He makes the mistake during his second undergraduate degree. He’s just turned eighteen but he is already a doctor and, fortunately, this alienates him from most of his peers, but someone manages to slide past his defences. Ethan Miller is twenty, in the second year of his (first) undergraduate degree in Chemical Engineering, and he’s nice. Spencer doesn’t have a lot of experience with friendship, but they get on well and Ethan makes him laugh. For the first time, he feels comfortable in the presence of anyone other than his mother.

They slip into an easy friendship: waiting for each other after class — Spencer back in the undergraduate buildings now he has his first PhD under his belt — and going out for ice cream and pizza and Thai food. Ethan goes to parties while Spencer studies, and then they reconvene to watch Doctor Who and play cards.

For almost a year, Spencer keeps his secret carefully locked up, hidden behind the mask he’s perfected after so many years. Even though he’s eighteen, nearly nineteen now, he doesn’t try and explore that side of himself. No, that’s far too risky. He doesn’t try and pretend any other way either, he just stays silent and lets people’s assumptions lie for him, but he can’t help the longing that claws up his throat when he locks eyes with a passing guy on campus. One time, he’d seen two men kiss on a bench in the city, and he’d run back to his dorm and had a panic attack. Why couldn’t he have that?

The feelings don’t stop, and he doesn’t know how to make them. He hates that he isn’t normal, but still longs for the touch of a man, the feeling of being wrapped up in strong arms, of being kissed by dry, chapped lips, and falling asleep to a heartbeat approximately 11% slower than that of a woman’s.

It’s a constant battle inside him, emotions raging, and he struggles to control it, suppress it, tame it.

He pays a sorry price.

Ethan makes him feel comfortable, and that turns out to be a detriment. He relaxes around the other boy: he tells him about growing up as a pre-teen in a high school, about how a child feels living 260 miles away from home, even about his mother’s illness.

And one day, it slips out. They’re on the beach, lying on towels as they look up at the blue sky, talking about what their futures will look like: Ethan will be a successful chemical engineer in Berlin, and Spencer will work for the FBI, profiling serial killers.

“You’ll have to marry a German girl,” he tells Ethan. “It’ll be tough to convince an American girl to move all the way to Germany as soon as you graduate.”

“Yeah, and what about you? You’ll be off fighting crime around the country, not much of a life for a family.”

“Oh, I imagine my husband will be the type to—”

“Husband?”

Spencer freezes. It shocks him as much as it shocks Ethan. He doesn’t even pay much attention to Ethan’s disgusted face and his outraged tirade. He hears slurs and insults, hears him say that he can’t believe Spencer tricked him like this, that he was probably waiting to make a move on him, that he was never to look in Ethan’s direction again, but Spencer is frozen in time.

He’s never allowed him to think much about what his personal life might look like in the future, but he’d said ‘husband’ on instinct, without thinking, and it’s clearly something he actually wants. Ethan’s words sting, but the moment brings about a realisation Spencer is thankful for; it instigates a journey of self-discovery and self-expression, of the joy of living as your true self.

He loses his first and only friend, but he gains something much more valuable. He visits gay bars — nervously sipping a non-alcoholic drink in the corner at first, before soon becoming confident enough to respond to the men who sidle up to him and ask for his name. He lets go and dances the night away, sometimes going home with one of the many dance partners he acquires during the night, sometimes heading back to his own dorm happily alone.

Makeup and dresses and skirts and heels make their way into his wardrobe, and he befriends girls and drag queens and other gay men who encourage him to be exactly the way he is. And the best part is, he never has to come out to any of them. All of them know, and that’s good enough for everyone.

The fun comes to a sad sort of slow, however, when he joins the BAU. Everyone knows law enforcement’s relationship with the LGBT community is less than adequate — Spencer’s seen it with his own eyes: butch lesbians and men in dresses getting roughed up by angry police officers for ‘lewd behaviour’ or ‘drunkenness’ when they’re just being themselves. It’s not safe for him to tell anyone, so he doesn’t.

He still goes out with his friends when he’s in town and wears makeup and dresses and crop tops when he’s at home, but presents as rigidly straight Dr Spencer Reid to his team at the BAU.

The hardest part about it is that he loves his team. He’s known Gideon for years — and he wouldn’t be surprised if he suspects something after coming over to his house unannounced one night, only to have a man other than Spencer open the door — but he settles into a comforting dynamic with Hotch. He can’t help but see him as something of a father figure, and he knows Hotch has a soft spot for him, always looking out for him and taking him under his wing without a moment’s hesitation.

Elle, JJ, and Penelope all take a shine to him, too, teasing him without a hint of malice in their tones, only the kind of playful kindness that reminds him of his mother. He forms a special bond with Penelope and they spend hours watching Doctor Who together and geeking out on all the areas their interests overlap, and the comfort he feels with her matches the comfort he’s found with his new group of queer friends.

(She doesn’t hold a candle to Ethan, he decides one night, after he’d cried at a movie she’d made him watch and she felt so bad she made him hot chocolate and jam toast and cuddled him until he felt better.)

Derek becomes a brother to him. He puts him in a headlock at least once a day — which Spencer has been reliably informed by multiple sources is a very brotherly thing to do — and teases him relentlessly, while simultaneously being fiercely protective of him. Enough so, that Spencer sometimes wonders if he even has Hotch beat in that department.

He loves his team and his team loves him. It should be simple. It is still 2003.

He comes in one morning late for a briefing, his shirt buttoned wrong and his hair is a mess, and he’s fairly sure that his attempt to cover the hickey at the base of his neck with concealer has been ultimately unsuccessful. It’s obvious why he’s late. Gideon is too engrossed in the case file to notice, but Hotch raises an eyebrow, an amused look on his face as everyone else immediately takes to teasing him.

“Who’s the lucky lady, pretty boy?”

Elle raises an eyebrow to match Derek’s shit-eating grin, “Someone definitely got some strange last night.”

“When do we get to meet her, Spence?” JJ asks, smirking as he takes a seat.

He’s bright red — as if he needed to look any more debauched — and Spencer tries to ignore the hurt that seizes his chest at the reminder of his need to stay quiet. This team respects him, and he can’t throw that away just because Spencer gets too comfortable.

God, he wishes Penelope was here.

“None of your business,” he mutters, trying to keep his tone light. He fails.

Naturally, Hotch notices and swiftly moves the briefing on, and Spencer keeps his gaze locked on the case file, not missing the absence of a reprimand from his superior. He’s constantly thankful for the older man, but in this moment, he wishes he could hug him.

(A voice that sounds dangerously close to Ethan’s rises up and taunts him in his ear: he wouldn’t want a dirty homo like you anywhere near him—)

Derek doesn’t let up on the case, continuing to bug him about the special lady in his life. He does concede that it could’ve been a one night stand, which is one front he’s right on, but a couple more concessions are necessary before Derek comes close to the truth of last night.

Eventually, Derek stops, and Spencer notes that the cessation of comments comes suspiciously close to the last time Derek and Hotch were alone together. He doesn’t have it in him to feel angry at Hotch for stepping in when he had it handled; doesn’t have the energy to act as though his pride is wounded, because really, neither of those things are true, and he doesn’t need to add another item to ‘Spencer Reid’s List of Things He Pretends to Be.’

The situation is forgotten, and time moves on.

Things change when he finds his first proper boyfriend. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t the giddying rush of emotions it turns out to be, and Spencer spends his days smiling as he daydreams his time away.

His name is Oscar Wilkins, a History professor at Georgetown University, and Spencer falls quickly in love with him. Ever since their mutual friend had introduced them at a gay bar one evening, they’d spent all their free time together. He’s kind and gentle and understanding of Spencer’s hectic and unpredictable job, and he finally has the chance to experience everything he quietly and shamefully longed for as a teenager.

The only downside is the silent breaking of Spencer’s heart that the most important people in his life can’t meet his boyfriend. He longs to show Oscar off, to hold hands in front of his team, lean up to press a tender kiss to Oscar’s lips. He wants to put a framed picture of the two of them at the Washington Monument on his desk to remind him of why he needs to get through the hard days; he doesn’t want to have to sneak out of the hotel room he shares with Derek to whisper hushed, loving goodnights over the phone.

But he’s too scared. Too cowardly.

It’s different being who he is with his gay group of friends littered with wlws and drag queens and other gay and bisexual guys. They understand.

But Derek and Hotch are two extremely masculine, alpha men: Derek’s a ladies’ man and Hotch is married to a woman he met in college with a baby on the way and both have a strong and dominant energy that still sometimes manages to intimidate Spencer even after all these years. And Elle and JJ are lovely — some of his closest friends, really — but sometimes they remind him a little too much of the mean girls he went to high school with.

The hardest person to keep his secret from, though, is Penelope. She’s his best friend and he desperately wants to give her all of him, but he’s so scared. He’s lost a best friend to this secret before, and even though he’s certain she’d be fine with it, what if she accidentally let it slip to Derek? What if Hotch found out and didn’t see him in the same light anymore? What if the girls started teasing him? What if Gideon didn’t want to mentor him anymore?

The fear paralyses him. And it’s a cycle he doesn’t know how to break.

Fear, though, doesn't stop everyone from noticing his daydreaming, his dopey smile when he checks his messages, his urgency to get home where he would’ve stayed until the small hours of the morning before. As excellent as he is at hiding his sexuality, he’s fucking terrible at hiding the fact that he’s in love: it was easy enough to pretend he was straight, but hiding something this all-consuming is an impossible ask.

Derek comes over to perch on the edge of his desk one afternoon, sighing as he sits down. “Pretty boy, this is getting ridiculous,” he says, snatching Spencer’s attention away from his phone. “You’ve been grinning like an idiot for the last twenty minutes as you’ve texted Future Mrs Reid. When are we going to meet her?”

(He hates the new nickname the team has given his mystery significant other, although Oscar had found it hilarious. “It’s funny because when we get married, we’ll hardly be able to tell,” he’d argued through his laughter. “Neither of us will change our name because of our academic profiles, and we’ll both still be ‘Dr’. Our wedding rings will be the only indicator.”

Spencer hadn’t argued back, because he’d been too tongue-tied and flushed pink at Oscar’s use of ‘when’ in regards to their hypothetical nuptials. It was only made bearable by Oscar kissing him gently and tucking him under his arm, not embarrassing him any further as Spencer had sort of anticipated, warmth settling over his chest at the thought of their future together.)

“You won’t,” he replies, perhaps a little too curtly.

Derek starts at that, clearly not expecting it. He definitely should’ve tried to play it off as a joke. “What— should I be offended, pretty boy?”

You wouldn’t call me that if you knew who I really am.

“That’s up to you, Derek,” he says calmly, although he still can’t meet his eyes, “but you won’t meet the ‘Future Mrs Reid, so I think it would probably be best if you left it alone.”

“Damn,” Derek mutters under his breath, clearly pissed off and probably more hurt than Spencer ever intended. “Suit yourself.”

And with that, he gets up and leaves his desk. Spencer’s only solace is the text message he sees on his phone when he picks it back up: I love you so much. You know that, right?

The light-hearted ridicule comes to an abrupt halt after the incident with Derek, and it’s clear that he had been the biggest contributor to the teasing. He’s thankful that the jokes have stopped, but he wishes desperately that it didn’t come with the growing distance between him and his team. Loneliness takes the place of his previous irritated anxiety, and he isn’t sure what’s worse.

It all comes to a head at the end of a case in Michigan. They’re stuck in the lounge of the small inn they’d stayed in the last few days, a snowstorm having blocked them in and grounded the jet, although Gideon had long since retreated to his room. The fire’s going and they’re the only guests around, so it’s cosy enough, but Spencer can’t help but feel sick at the idea of another night away from home.

It’s only been two weeks since he’d snapped at Derek, but the chasm between him and the team is only widening with each passing day. He knows it’s not a case of ‘pick a side’, but the team’s morale relies on light-hearted banter and teasing, and him not being a part of that anymore has only brewed awkwardness. Everyone’s trying to give him space when space is the last thing he wants.

Oscar’s keeping him company over the phone at least, but it’s not quite enough to quell the loneliness swimming around his stomach, and the 'discrete' sideways looks he gets from the team only make him feel worse.

“At least it’s nice and toasty in here,” JJ sighs as she takes a sip of the hot chocolate the kindly inn owner had made for them all.

Elle hums in agreement. “There are worse places to be grounded.”

“I dunno, man, I just wanna get home,” Derek says, not taking his eyes off the fire. Spencer can’t help but agree.

“Oh, come on,” Hotch muses, considerably more jovial now the case is over, “we’re here, and that’s not going to change any time soon. We should make the most of it.”

“It’s at least nice to be somewhere sort-of Christmassy now it’s December,” Elle points out. “We could be stuck in a dingy police station like we probably will be next week.”

“Ooh, I noticed that Jemimah and Kiran started planning the Christmas party last week,” JJ says, smiling at them. “I offered my help, but they seem to have it covered.”

Hotch raises an eyebrow“That’s probably a good thing. You don’t need more work on your plate.”

“Not gonna argue with that,” she murmurs, smiling as she brings her mug to her lips again.

Spencer doesn’t miss that Derek is still stewing on the opposite side of the room.

“Are you looking forward to the Christmas party, Spencer? Will you come?” Hotch asks, clearly trying to rope him into the conversation, which he appreciates. He’s been making a lot of effort with him the past few weeks, and it’s just about the only thing that’s getting him through each day.

Before he can reply, though, Derek erupts from the other side of the room; an already pissed-off man being pushed over the edge. “He won’t even let us meet his fucking girlfriend, Hotch, he’s not gonna want to come to the Christmas party!” he yells, throwing his hands in the air as he glares at Spencer with a stormy expression raging across his face.

Suddenly, Spencer can’t stay silent anymore, and his retort shocks himself just as much as it does everyone else. “I don’t have a girlfriend!”

It might be the loudest he’s ever shouted in his whole life. He’s always been quiet and restrained, the type to state his feelings as calmly as possible no matter how he’s feeling on the inside. Even in the biggest fight he’s had with Oscar, his voice was barely loud enough to qualify as a shout.

There’s a brief stunned silence, but Derek quickly slices his way through it, voice raising to meet Spencer’s fiery emotion, fierce and loud. “Oh, don’t even go there, Reid, you’re really gonna try and argue that? You’re gonna lie about her as well as not let us meet her? What a boyfriend you are.”

“I don’t! I don’t have a girlfriend!” he repeats, voice catching this time as tears rise unbidden to the backs of his eyes and all the emotions of the journey he’s taken with his sexuality over the years flood him in a wave of intensity he’s not prepared for.

“You’re fucking lying—!”

“I have a boyfriend!” he yells. “Alright? I have a boyfriend. I’m gay.”

The anger and emotion quickly dissipates, and he’s left standing alone in front of the team he’s put so much effort into hiding this from, watching shock spell out across everyone’s expressions. He’s never felt smaller than he does in that moment, and he quickly grabs his phone before running upstairs to his room, locking the door behind him.

“Oh God, Oscar, I fucked up so bad,” he cries over the phone as soon as his boyfriend picks up.

“Hey, hey, breathe, baby,” Oscar says gently, but Spencer can hear the anxious concern in his voice, “it’s gonna be okay, I promise. I’m here. Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“I just— Oh God, I just told the team.” A new wave of horror rolls over him as he realises what he’s done. Times might be changing, but it’s still only 2006, and he doesn’t know each and every nuance of his team members’ political positions and, fuck, he hates that his existence is a fucking political position.

Oscar’s been so understanding of his reluctance to not tell the team, even though Spencer’s met pretty much everyone in his life. He isn’t sure what he’s done to earn such a gracious and understanding boyfriend, but he’s not about to question it.

“Baby, I know it’s scary, and I know you’re really worked up right now,” he counsels, voice soft and reassuring, using the nickname he knows Spencer loves the most to make him feel as safe as he can from 700 miles away, “but it’s probably not as bad as you think. From what you’ve told me about the team, they love you so much, and even in the case that in the past they've had some issue with gay people, I can't imagine they’d ever actually think of you any differently when it comes down to it, Spencer.”

He’s crying too hard to reply, and Oscar understands immediately, gently transitioning into a story about his day that slowly starts to calm him down, and by the time he’s wrapping it up, his tears are starting to subside.

“Thank you, Ozzy,” he whispers into the phone, lifting himself up off the floor and making his way to sit on the bed instead.

“You know I’d do anything for you, sweetheart,” he murmurs warmly. “Do you want me to stay on the phone for a bit?”

“Yes please,” he whispers again, holding it as close to himself as possible, drawing all the comfort he can from his boyfriend’s voice.

He lies there listening to Oscar’s voice and trying not to think about the disaster downstairs for a good ten minutes before there’s a tap at the door.

“Oz, there’s someone here,” he says, voice panicked.

“I think you should probably speak to them, baby,” he urges. “I’ll stay on the phone with you while you do, if you like?”

“Please.” He gets up from the bed gingerly, keeping his phone tightly gripped in his right hand as he slowly unlocks the door with his left, revealing Hotch on the other side.

“Hey, Spencer. Do you mind if I come in?”

He’s riddled with nerves, but Hotch is smiling warmly, and he’s never said a harsh word to Spencer, so he steps aside and lets him into his room.

Hotch quickly notices the phone in his hand, visibly still on a call. “Is that your boyfriend?”

Spencer nods.

“Do you mind if I talk to him?”

His brows knit in confusion and his lips part slightly in surprise, but it’s all he can do to hand the phone over, watching Hotch carefully.

“Hi, Spencer tells me this is his boyfriend?” Hotch inquires politely into the phone, his tone still warm. “I’m Hotch, Spencer’s boss.”

He can vaguely hear Oscar speaking on the other end of the line, and he worries slightly that Oscar will somehow give away the familial feelings he holds for Hotch, but the conversation doesn’t last long enough for the anxiety to really take over.

“Everything’s fine here, I just want to have a conversation with Spencer, so is it alright if we hang up and I talk to him alone for a minute? He can call you straight back afterwards.” After a brief pause in which Oscar says something, Hotch looks back up at him. “Are you okay with that, Spencer?”

He nods hesitantly, and Hotch says a quick goodbye to Oscar before surging forwards and wrapping Spencer in a hug. It catches him off guard, but he doesn’t waste any time in burying his face into Hotch’s neck and soaking in the comfort and warmth that always radiates from his father figure.

“Come on,” Hotch says softly as they pull away a good minute or so later, “let’s sit down, shall we?”

“You’re not mad?” Spencer can’t help but ask, the question burning his tongue as anxiety — however quietened from Hotch’s hug — still swims around in his stomach.

“There are many things that could make me mad, Spencer,” he says earnestly, “but this is not one of them. I would never be angry at you for being who you are, okay? I might… I might be overstepping here, and if I am, then tell me and I’ll back off, but I’ve always seen you as a mentee, and over the years that’s developed— well, I see you more as a son these days. And part of that is wanting to protect and support you no matter what you do or say or who you are.”

Spencer wastes no time in diving back in for a hug, clinging onto Hotch for dear life as he hugs back, rubbing his back gently.

“I’m so sorry you didn’t feel like you could tell us sooner, Spencer,” he says in a voice soft with affection and regret. “But I’m so glad you’ve told us now.”

He only presses closer at that, tears springing back to his eyes. “I didn’t want to lose you.” He knows what he’s implying, and even in a roundabout way, he’s glad he’s telling Hotch.

“Oh, Spence,” he sighs sadly, “you couldn’t do a single thing to lose me. I’m in it for the long haul.”

“Really?” he asks, hating how insecure he sounds.

“Really,” Hotch promises, pulling away as Spencer does. “Now, you have a whole team of agents downstairs who are feeling very sorry for themselves and really want to see you.”

Nausea rolls in his stomach and panic springs back up as he looks at Hotch, desperate for some sort of grounding. “Are they angry at me? Do they hate me now?”

“No one hates you, Spencer,” he says firmly. “I promise you that. Everyone just wishes that they’d made you feel more welcome and comfortable. We all hate that you felt you had to lock up something so integral to who you are, and we can’t help but feel we played a part in it.”

“No,” he protests — the last thing he wants is family blaming themselves when it has nothing to do with them, “it’s not your fault, it’s just…”

Hotch nods. “I understand, it’s okay. Now, do you want to go down and see them? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but it might help ease your mind to see that they really don’t hate you.”

Spencer pauses, taking a moment to think. “Can I see Derek first?”

“Of course,” Hotch says understandingly, and the comforting smile that crosses his face makes Spencer feel safe and taken care of. “I’ll send him up?”

Spencer nods and Hotch hugs him once more before leaving the room almost reluctantly. He wastes no time in picking up his phone and sending a text to Oscar. You were right. Hotch is fine. He’s just sending Derek up before I go and see the team but he says that no one’s angry and I think I believe him. Thank you, Oscar. I love you.

Not even half a minute goes past before his phone lights up with a text back. I’m so glad, baby. Call me later, okay? I want to make sure you’re okay before I go to bed. I love you more.

Before Spencer can argue that actually, he is the one more in love with the other, a hesitant knock sounds on his door. Nerves suddenly flip his stomach, and he clenches and unclenches his fists a couple of times before forcing himself to cross the room, revealing a very worried and regretful-looking Derek.

“Oh, pretty boy,” he says sadly, before crushing Spencer in a warm and tender hug. Immediately, he relaxes into the arms of one of his best friends, and relief courses through his blood at Derek’s reaction. “I am so sorry that I ever made you feel like you couldn’t tell me that you were gay or had a boyfriend. That’s completely on me. I don’t care who you love, Spencer, I just want you to be happy, okay? And if this guy makes you happy, then that’s fine by me. But if he ever lays a hand on you or—”

“Derek, Derek,” he laughs, “it’s fine I get it. Thank you, though, I’m… I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier and for snapping at you in the bullpen that time…”

“I understand, Spence,” he promises. “It’s in the past, okay? And I’m sorry for pushing so hard. I mean, I’d love to meet him but if you don’t feel comfortable or you don’t want to, that’s fine, too. It’s your life, man.”

“No, I… I think I want you guys to meet him. It’s been so hard to keep him away from the people I consider my family, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. Maybe after Christmas, we can all have dinner or something.”

Spencer smiles shyly. “Well, Oscar’s a great cook, so I reckon we could work something out.”

Derek grins, throwing an arm around his shoulders as he immediately jumps back into teasing him as they make their way to the door to go downstairs and see the rest of the team. “Ooh, lover boy’s got him a chef, hey? What else does this Oscar have going for him?”

Spencer chatters eagerly about his boyfriend to Derek, barely skipping a beat when he joins everyone downstairs, his friends taking his cues and joining in with the conversation seamlessly. He’s had enough fuss for one night, and the warmth and understanding on everyone’s faces tells him everything he needs to know.

“Do you have any pictures of him?” JJ asks, raising an eyebrow with eager expectancy as they all settle back into their seats by the fire, a warm and unbelievably happy feeling settling in Spencer’s stomach.

He blushes, digging out his phone from his pocket and unlocking it. “More than a few, I think.”

He finds the most recent picture of his boyfriend — a candid shot of him cooking in the kitchen, spatula aloft, and a huge grin on his face — and hands the phone around.

“Oh wow, you like them buff, huh, pretty boy?” Derek teases as soon as he gets his hands on it, and Spencer’s stomach twists in a sudden bout of fear, expecting to see some hesitancy or even disgust on his friend’s face. What if he thinks that Spencer has a crush on him? What if he’s uncomfortable around him now?

But if Derek’s having any of those thoughts, they don’t show on his face. He’s smiling widely and openly, all the pent-up anxiety and frustration borne from hurt gone from his body language, and he looks completely comfortable sat next to Spencer, his arm stretched out behind him on the back of the sofa.

They sit happily around the fire for a couple of hours, settling into a happy, intimate familiarity Spencer hadn’t realised was missing when he was hiding something so integral to his being from his family, and he’s still smiling when they finally part ways to head to bed, the clock ticking closer and closer to 1 am.

He gets ready for bed quickly, brushing his teeth and throwing on the top he’d stolen from Oscar the first time he’d stayed at his place; a welcome change from his worn and wrinkled suit. As soon as his teeth are brushed and the lights are all off except for his bedside lamp, he pulls out his phone, knowing there’s one more thing he has to do before he goes to sleep.

“Spencer?” Penelope’s voice sounds down the line, clearly concerned. “It’s almost 2 am here, are you okay?”

“I’m gay,” he says, getting straight to the point. The main reason he ever kept it from her was because of his fear of it accidentally getting out to the team rather than fear over her reaction. After all, multiple of his drag queen friends are also hers.

“Oh my God,” she says in that small voice she uses when she’s not actually talking to you, before finally actually replying to me. “Spencer, I’m so happy you told me!”

He doesn’t miss her choice of words, or the way she says them and he tilts his head suspiciously. “You already knew, didn’t you?”

She sighs. “Yeah. I’m sorry, a couple of months ago I saw a text from Oscar on your phone when you went to the bathroom during one of our Doctor Who marathons, and it wasn’t hard to figure out the relationship.”

“And… wait, you’re not mad at me for not telling you sooner?”

“Spencer! Of course not. I was waiting for you to be comfortable enough to share it with me. I felt awful that I knew without your consent but I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to catch you off guard or make you feel uncomfortable. It’s fine that you waited, baby genius, I’m just so happy you told me now. What finally gave you the courage?”

“Well, it might have slipped out in front of the team this evening,” he admits sheepishly, “and the only reason I never told you was because I was scared that it would slip out somehow — accidentally, of course, I didn’t think you’d tell anyone on purpose — and now everyone knows. It’s been killing me not to tell you, Penelope, it really has because I love you so much and you’re my best friend and I trust you with my life, it’s just…”

“Whoa, slow down, Spence,” she laughs fondly, “you don’t have to explain yourself to me, I understand. But I’m glad you finally told everyone and you can be yourself completely with us, now. We all love you no matter what, you know that right?”

“I do now.”

“Good. You should get some sleep, baby boy, it’s late and you’ve had an emotional evening.”

Spencer smiles. “Yeah, I know. You should, too, Pen. I’ll see you when we can finally make it home, okay? Love you.”

“Love you, too, 187,” she says softly, and Spencer can hear the smile in her voice. “Goodnight.”

As soon as he hangs up, he settles down into the bed, turning off the light and pulling the duvet up over his shoulders before dialling one more number.

“Hey, baby,” Oscar says, voice as gentle and caring as it always is, although thicker with tiredness now. “I take it everything went okay?”

“Yeah,” Spencer murmurs, already feeling tired as the safety he always feels at the sound of Oscar’s voice settles into the fibres of his being. “It went so well. I can’t wait for you to meet everyone.”

“I can’t wait either, sweetheart. Are you in bed now?”

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Can you talk to me as I fall asleep?”

“Anything for you, Spence,” he says softly, before transitioning seamlessly into a story about the professors on campus, and his gentle comfort and the knowledge of the unconditional love his family has for him finally lulls Spencer into the best sleep he’s had in weeks.

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