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Whump Prompt #1326

TW: SELF HARM

Anon asked:

Hi! Could you do a scenario of a stoic whumpee x caretaker where the caretaker sees their SH scars and whumpee is shocked that anyone would care, and tears up when the caretaker touches the scars gently (w permission from the whumpee)

Sure thing: “How long?” It was a question that flawed the whumpee. How long? How long were the scars? (Ranging from an 1-3 inches) How long ago did they last do it? (Three months) How long have they been doing it for? (Since they were X years old) How long have they been hiding it for? (Only up until recently, when the scars were harder to hide. Oh, and every summer since they started) How long do they take to heal? (Two weeks or more, depending on depth.) It was a loaded question that asked everything but nothing at all, but what completely threw the whumpee was the caretakers tentativeness. They were expecting to be met with anger and outrage, but instead they were met with comfort and concern. It was jarring, but welcome, especially when the caretaker pulled up the item of clothing to gauge severity as opposed to shaming them. The whumpee didn’t even realise how their hands shook until the caretaker clasped them in their hands, and looked them straight in the eye. “When was the last time?” “[X amount of time]” “That’s good, that’s very good, I’m proud of you.” Tears pricked at the whumpees eyes. “Do you feel like you need to do it again?” The whumpee shook their head. “will you show me where you keep your blades?” The whumpee hesitated, but nodded. “Thank you. I trust you, okay? And I’m proud of you. I’ll help you wherever I can, alright? We’ll do this together.”

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Whumptober 2023, Day 27: Scars

fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid, luke alvez, penelope garcia | ship: pre spencer reid/luke alvez, but can be read as platonic | trigger warnings: past self harm, past drug addiction | content: case fic, post prison spencer, autistic spencer, spencer is uncomfortable in his body, luke helps | word count: 1.6k.

“Jesus Christ, it’s fucking boiling,” JJ says, fanning herself with her hand. “Don’t they have AC in this place?”

“Just asked,” Tara grimaces, sitting down next to her at the table they’ve occupied and pulling a case file toward her. “It’s broken. Getting fixed tomorrow.”

The team all groan.

“Okay, I know we’re all uncomfortable,” Emily says, pulling her hair off her neck and into a ponytail, “but we’ve worked in worse conditions. Let’s get to it. The quicker we gather a profile, the quicker we’re out of here and back on our air conditioned jet. Rossi, Tara, can you guys head to the first crime scene? Luke, Spence, can you take the second one?”

“Sure,” Luke says, and Spencer nods. He’s been back at the BAU after his stint in prison for almost a month now, and he’s been doing well, all things considered. But ever since they touched down in Miami this morning, he’s gotten quieter and quieter. He seemed fine on the jet, and as they head out to the car in silence, Luke begins to worry that something’s going on.

“Hey man, you good?” Luke asks as they slide into the SUV. Spencer nods, relief washing over his face when Luke turns on the AC.

“Yeah, sorry. I was just hot in there,” Spencer replies, smiling at Luke reasonably convincingly. Luke lets some of the worry alleviate, but things still don’t seem quite right. He decides to let it go for the moment.

“Holy shit, I know right?” he says as he starts the car and backs out of the station parking lot. “You think with a station this big they’d at least have working AC.”

They pull up at the first crime scene, a house on the outskirts of the town they reside in. They both heave a sigh before exiting the cool car into the sticky hot air, and head out to the back lawn where two bodies, the couple who own the house, have been murdered beside the pool. They introduce themselves to the officers, and Luke goes inside with one to inspect the house. Spencer agrees to remain outside and scan the gruesome scene in front of him.

When Luke comes back outside fifteen minutes later, Spencer is pale and dripping with sweat. He looks like he’s close to being sick. Luke gestures toward the house, which is air conditioned, and Spencer nods vaguely. They move inside together, into the living room, where the officers have now all vacated. It’s just the two of them, and Luke turns to face Spencer, scanning him concernedly.

“You okay?”

“Just hot,” Spencer mumbles, sitting down on the couch and wiping his forehead. He stares down at the carpet, and Luke sits down next to him hesitantly.

“Yeah, you should take off a layer,” he says. “Everyone else is in t-shirts. I think I have a spare one in my go bag, back in the car-,”

“No thank you,” Spencer says quickly. Luke doesn’t miss the way his teammate immediately tenses up when Luke suggests removing a layer. He frowns.

“I know it’s not really your style-,”

“I said no,” Spencer cuts over him firmly, still looking down. His foot taps rapidly against the floor, leg bouncing. He brings up a hand to brush his hair off his forehead and exhales tiredly. Luke stays silent, trying to figure out what to say next. He knows Spencer’s most comfortable in long sleeves, but he can’t figure out why the man would rather get heat stroke than remove a layer. He makes a decision, standing up suddenly.

“Garcia’s calling,” he lies. “Have a drink of water while I take this.” It’s a bad lie, but Spencer is clearly too uncomfortable to notice. He nods vaguely, and Luke moves into the next room. He calls Penelope, and she picks up after two rings.

“What’s up, newbie?” she says, bubbly as ever.

“SOS,” he says, “I think something’s wrong with Reid.”

“What?” she says, voice high and concerned suddenly. “What’s happened? Is he okay? What’s going on? I-,”

“I can’t explain if you keep asking questions,” Luke rolls his eyes, and she shuts up.

“Sorry, sorry. Please. Talk. We need to help our boy genius.”

Luke explains the situation, and Penelope is unusually quiet as he does so. When he’s finished speaking and she still hasn’t said anything, he says, “well?” impatiently. Penelope sighs, and after a moment, she speaks.

“You know about the Hankel case, right?”

Luke grimaces, remembering what Emily and Rossi told him about the kidnapping case and Reid’s addiction in Mexico four months ago.

“Yeah, I know,” he says.

“For years after, he didn’t wear short sleeves. Even once he’d been sober forever, and we all knew. He didn’t want any of us seeing the track marks.”

“But they’ve surely faded by now?”

Penelope sighs. “Use your brain, newbie. What happened in Mexico?”

“I don’t-,” then it clicks. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” she says sadly. “Ugh, I wish I was there. I wish I could wrap him up in a hug and tell him it’s all gonna be okay.”

“You wouldn’t want to hug here, trust me,” Luke half jokes. “It’s so fuckin’ hot.”

“I wouldn’t care,” she says stubbornly. “Oh well. I’m not there, so it’s your job to talk to him.”

“Uh,” Luke says nervously, “Shouldn’t Prentiss do it? Or JJ? Or Rossi? Or literally anyone other than me?”

“I think he’d rather it was you,” Penelope says shrewdly. “He opens up to you in a different way.”

“I guess,” Luke says uncertainly. “What should I say?”

“You’ll figure it out,” Penelope says, “Emily’s calling, I gotta go! Good luck!”

“Wha- Garcia!” but she’s already hung up. Luke growls and shoves his phone back into his pocket.

Okay. It’s fine. He can do this. He’s not really a talk-about-your-feelings guy, but he’s pretty sure this is the only chance they’re going to have on this case to talk privately before Spencer gives himself heatstroke. He also thinks he knows exactly what to say. It’s going to be an uncomfortable situation for both of them, but if it’s going to help Spencer…

He sighs and re enters the living room. It’s clear Spencer hasn’t moved. His leg continues to bounce anxiously, and his head remains in his hands. He looks up when Luke sits down next to him again.

“We should get back to the station,” he says, and Luke nods.

“In one sec,” he says. “I just wanted to talk first.”

“Okay,” Spencer says, discomfort clear in his voice. “About…?”

Luke takes a deep breath and lifts up his shirt just above the waistline, and pulls down the hem of his jeans just below. Spencer stares at him like he’s crazy.

“See these?” Luke points at several faded scars that litter his hip. Spencer stares for a second, then nods. “Yeah. Rough, I know. I did ‘em a long time ago. It was a real messed up time in my life.”

“You-,” Spencer swallows. He can’t seem to take his eyes off them. “You did this? To yourself?”

“Yeah,” Luke says, letting his shirt drop back down. He’s surprised at how easy it was to show his scars to Spencer - they caused him so much anxiety for such a long time. “I did. And you know me - I love a one night stand. But for a while there - after I finished serving the Rangers - I couldn’t bring myself to let anyone see. It felt like letting them see right into my brain or my soul or something. But it’s been a minute. And I got through that dark period of my life. I don’t exactly show them off, but I don’t mind people seeing them as much these days.”

Spencer is silent. Luke can’t read his expression. He hopes he’s not messing this up too badly.

‘Point is,” Luke says hurriedly, “I know you’ve probably got some too. Scars. I don’t pretend to know what you’ve been through in the last few months, Reid, or even in the years before I knew you. But I do know that no matter what, I’d never judge you based on what you may or may not be dealing with under all these layers. And neither would anyone else on the team. We’re a family, you know.”

“I know,” Spencer says softly, making eye contact with Luke properly for the first time throughout the conversation. “Thank you for showing me.”

“‘Course,” Luke says. “What can I do to make you feel better about shedding a layer or two? You’re gonna get heatstroke if you keep this up much longer.”

Spencer swallows and blinks back obvious tears. “You don’t have to do anything else. That was perfect.”

“It was?” Luke says in disbelief, but Spencer’s already pulling off his sweater and rolling up the sleeves of his button down. He rubs his arm subconsciously, then holds it out to Luke.

“You don’t have to-,”

“It’s fine,” Spencer says quietly. “I want to.”

Luke looks down at Spencer’s arm. In the crook of his elbow are three circular, faded pinpricks. They’re so close to gone Luke has to squint to see them, but he understands it probably doesn’t feel that way to Spencer.

“Thank you, Luke,” Spencer says, and Luke can already see most of the tension melting away from his body. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you right now.”

“Tell Garcia that,” Luke snorts, and Spencer smiles for the first time since they landed in Miami. “She thought the only way to make you feel better was to give you a hug.”

“I love her, but I would’ve hated that in this heat.”

“That’s what I said!”

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