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hotchfiles · 3 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [GLASS TIES] ❞

request by lovely anon who loves isaac and pain. pairing: isaac lahey x reader. summary: isaac and you share the perfect summer fling. those ties don't last when summer ends. content warnings: mentions of sex and death. there's like a huge teen wolf spoiler but i mean the show is over for years now. word count: 1,4k+

working during summer wasn't your ideal way to enjoy the warm days and freedom from school work, unfortunately the city library needed help and you needed all the extra crap possible to make your resume look nice, full and interesting for colleges, so you'd spend three afternoons a week helping nerdy teens and old ladies find the books they wanted, register it as they borrowed it and more recently, read to a group of children once a week.

it wasn't the worst job, it could be quite fun... but it was mostly just silence, quietness and a bit of boredom, you enjoyed having access to that many books, but even you got tired of reading after a while, so when the most beautiful guy you've ever seen waited for you to notice him, you were busy laughing at your phone like an idiot.

and he could've faked a cough or anything of the sort to call you out, but instead he decided to simply lean down and insert his head in between your face and your phone, looking directly at you as he did so and making you screech from the scare. "oh my god, what're you doing?"

"getting your lazy ass back to work, apparently." he's nonchalant, his smirk makes him annoyingly handsome, and you'd remember those eyes and those curls anywhere.

isaac lahey, a year older than you, blue eyes, golden curly locks, greek god possibly. you blinked quickly and shook your head, so nervous you couldn't even think of a comeback to his sneaky comment. "so-sorry, do you need help?"

"need a book."

"good, we have some of those here, yes." you found your breach to tease him and you took it without even thinking, trying not to panic as the words left your mouth. isaac enjoyed it though, laughing and nodding along.

"sure, yeah, sorry. werewolves, uh, the less... fictional the better." you're about the laugh it off, yeah right. but he was completely serious, if only a bit concerned about having to ask for those.

you nodded and thought for a minute, putting up key words on the system to see if you could find anything. "we have some really old ones in our more special section, but they can't leave the building. also i wouldn't call them non fictional... i mean, werewolves right?" you shrug, chuckling lightly and he's oh, extremely amused, genuine laughing and you're not sure why. "but uh... they're quite old and kinda damaged, so we don't really know what the purpose of it was."

you take him to the back of the library and shows him the two books you mentioned, they are big, old and dusty and isaac has the time of his laughing laughing at how much you were sneezing back there. "glad you're having fun, but lower your voice, funny boy." you whisper shaking your head disapprovingly, but your smile was too difficult to hide.

you go back to the reception after telling him the library rules again, thinking that would probably be it; but it wasn't.

he took the books to where you were working, taking the closest table to you. he would spend minutes on end just reading, looking beautifully focused, but then he would glance at you and catch you staring at him, isaac would then smile, tell you to go back to work as you told him to keep his voice down.

it was the most fun you had since the summer started.

isaac went back to the library every day after that, shamelessly leaving if you weren't working until he memorized the days you would be there. he truly wasn't much of a library guy, but he enjoyed spending time with you there. it was quiet, much quieter than his mind and his life, but still, it wasn't boring, at least not for him.

after the first week the books didn't matter, not giving him much more information for what he was going through, making you blush though, that mattered a lot and he noticed he was quite good at it.

he was getting used to having girls looking at him more, but something in you stood out. he figured out soon it was simply the fact you've been secretly glancing at him even before he changed. turned.

you would make comments as he walked you home after your shift ended, and he knew you didn't even notice how endearing it was or how much of a tell it was, so not a bike guy anymore? or you gained some weight, right? like, not in a bad way, not that gaining weight is bad, you're just... stronger now.

isaac felt connected to you somehow because of that, you had no idea of what he was, or how bad his life was before, but still, you liked him even then, even when he was broken and you didn't even know him. knowing someone paid some attention to him back then gives him conflicted feelings, but most of them are good. warm. tender.

you make him feel soft. and normal. and wanted. and he knows he could've made his move on you much sooner, but oh, he enjoyed the pining, the blushing, the way you bit your lower lip and tucked your hair behind your ear whenever he complimented you. he enjoyed the teasing too much.

after he kissed your lips for the first time though, he figured out what he enjoyed more than the teasing.

you.

being a werewolf in a freak city meant he didn't always have the amount of time he wished he had to spend with you. but that summer, all the time he had at his dispose was spent with you. calling you, texting you, working with you.

he would take you to late night movies, bowling and ice cream, so terribly charming even when he awkwardly ended up meeting your mom after sneaking in and cuddling with you all night, she adored him. gave him a pass to sleep over as long as he didn't sneak in and the door to your room was always open.

you both followed the rules strictly, but your mom wasn't a light sleeper, so what started with you guiding his hand down your pants ended up with him taking your virginity. slowly, quietly, tenderly. he locked eyes with you and didn't glance away for one second that night. told you words that were probably too soon to be said.

the three words left your lips like a secret, matching his.

things changed when summer ended, school coming at you in full speed.

and maybe it was your fault, with all ap classes, extracurricular, volunteer works you put yourself through, or maybe it was the naivety of not asking what you two were, of not labeling what you both shared before the outside world came into play.

or maybe it was isaac's fault, and the way his outspoken personality sometimes served as a shield to his secretive actions. whatever it really was, you would barely see each other at school, each with your own little friend group, different classes, you were lucky to catch him in the hallways, where he would smile at you and touch your hand lightly as if you two were a secret.

were you? not exactly, but isaac wanted to keep you away from the mess, away from the killing, the blood, the fear. he didn't want to taint what you both had, so the more you didn't have time, the more he got away from you, slipped from your fingers.

and before you could even fight it, try anything to keep him, there was allison.

laughing with him, touching his arms, knowing things about him you would never dream about, you could see it, even from afar, the eyes of two people who connected.

confidants.

it broke you. but you couldn't do anything about it, you felt like it was your fault, as if your oh so busy academic life pushed him away. you let him go, no more texts, no more looking for a glance and a soft touch pass the hallways.

for weeks it was almost like it never happened, like your life was ever the same, like it didn't change past summer. of course you would go through the texts you shared from time to time, shed a few tears and pretend to get over it. and it worked.

until he was at your door sobbing. bloody. completely lost.

allison was dead. and nothing would ever be the same again.

#isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey scenario #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey x you #isaac lahey x y/n #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf scenario #isaac x reader #isaac x you #isaac x y/n #reqs!#i kinda hate it but #IT IS WHAT IT IS

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justbreakonme · 1 year

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Whumpee hiding under the bed and getting dragged out, whether by whumper or a gruff caretaker, either way. *chefs kiss*

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #gruff caretaker #whump prompt #whump scenario #isaac lahey my beloved #inspired by the scene in Teen Wolf at the hotel when Isaac is hiding under the bed #love that scene

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toastybugguy · 1 year

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My brother and I were watching some s4 the other night and he mentioned missing Isaac, which got me thinking— If Isaac had been in s4, he would’ve been SO bitchy towards Liam. The banter would’ve been HILARIOUS he’d look at Liam all bound in duct tape and just stand there, unbothered like. “Okay. So what do we do with it.” IT !! In the fashion of a person who hates babies, and Liam is a newborn child PLEASE.

Stiles suggests chloroforming and drowning Liam in a lake and Isaac would be the only person who concedes. He’d VOLUNTEER and it’d be the singular time he aligns himself with Stiles. There’s Scott (lovingly) and Stiles (begrudgingly) coparenting this teeny kid, and then there’s just tallass Isaac Slayhey. Who walks up to the three of them mid conversation and doesn’t even acknowledge Liam as he uses his head as an armrest.

#I WOULDVE LOVED IT #their interactions would’ve been off the damn charts #if only daniel sharman had stayed on board for just one more season… sigh #anyway time to create scenarios in my head because this is now the most ridiculously funny thing ive ever thought of #teen wolf #isaac lahey #liam dunbar #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #toasty talks

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themadhatterwhump · 1 year

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Teen Wolf s3 x 1

Daniel Sharman | Isaac Lahey

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hersie44 · 8 months

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Teen Wolf Scenarios #1

Note: This is something short I'm doing while working on the next chapter, had to take a break due to health issues.

Characters included: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey and Liam Dunbar.

Scenario #1: How the teen wolf boys kiss you.

Derek Hale:

Derek is definitely the hot and heavy kisser, either gripping your neck or gripping your hair. He’s not very into PDA but if he’s jealous then he doesn’t care who’s around, he’s definitely kissing you until you beg him to stop or begging to continue it somewhere more private. Will have a smirk on his face as you pull him towards his car.

In his softer moments, like if you’re having a bad day or got hurt, he’s gently cupping your face and pecking your lips repeatedly. He adores that the gesture makes you smile no matter what. He will also press quick kisses to your cheek when he walks past in the loft, he's obsessed with the blush that appears on your cheeks when he does it.

Scott McCall:

A shy boy, definitely quick kisses in public and cheek kisses only. He may be an alpha but he’s still very respectful, you will have to initiate a longer kiss if you want one in public. INFINITE FOREHEAD KISSES THOUGH.

In private though? Scott can’t keep his lips to himself, his lips barely leave yours for a breath before he’s on yours again. Definitely has long make-out sessions with you in his room and is definitely down to make-out on his bike. Both will definitely turn into something else though.

Stiles Stilinski:

He’s touch starved, do not expect anything less than him begging to kiss you anywhere and everywhere. Highly possible that if you’re dating then he’s not even going to ask, he just kisses you. With his friends? Arm around you, kissing your lips, forehead, cheek, whatever he can get close to. Your friends? Doesn’t care, will do the same thing. Everyone will be complaining except the two of you.

In private? He’s worse. He’s feral. If his dad isn’t home then you’re making out on the couch, on the counter in the kitchen, or even probably one time in his dad’s office. DEFINITELY making-out in the jeep, you straddling his lap and his hands on your thighs or ass. If he can then he’s getting action, not that you mind though.

Isaac Lahey:

THE SWEETEST BOY, he’s kissing you all the time. Long, sweet kisses. After losing his first love he’s going to be clingy, kissing your cheek and your forehead whenever he can. He loves when you kiss him and it leaves a lipstick mark, he is not letting anyone clean it off.

Behind closed doors, he’s absolutely devouring your lips. He’s addicted to them, comments about how he loves the taste of them. He is leaving hickey after hickey where everyone can see them, and smiling like an idiot if you complain.

Liam Dunbar:

He is clueless but affectionate, he blushes whenever you kiss him even if it’s just on the cheek. But he will also have the biggest smile on his face. He kisses your neck when you cuddle or when he holds you from behind, he loves that it makes you smile and laugh because it’s slightly ticklish.

In private he needs a bit of direction; he asks what you like and if he can kiss you. Once you say yes then he’s kissing you like this is the last thing he will ever get to do. Hands on your waist until he gets more confident then he’s squeezing your ass, he likes to kiss and bite your neck and is very proud when he sees the marks the next day.

#derek hale #teen wolf #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #liam dunbar #isaac lahey #teen wolf season 4 #teen wolf scenarios

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riddlexmattheo · 2 years

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Imagine Isaac going full wolf mode on anyone who tries to hurt you

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf reactions #teen wolf scenarios #isaac lahey #isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey reactions #isaac lahey scenarios #beacon hills #beacon hills imagines #beacon hills reactions #beacon hills scenarios

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littlespacereader · 9 months

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Haiii, I hope this request iss Oki:

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

Could you write a fic with that theme?

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

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

Stranger Things:

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

Cg Argyle & little Jonathan Byers

Cg Nancy Wheeler & little Steve Harrington

Marvel:

Cg Wade Wilson & little Peter Parker

Cg Gwen Stacy & little Miles Morales

Criminal Minds:

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

Teen Wolf:

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

Cg Boyd & little Isaac Lahey

Supernatural:

Cg Dean Winchester & little Sam Winchester

American Horror Story coven:

Cg Violet Harmon & little Kyle Spencer

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

Thank you for reading!!

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

Forever Mommy’s Little Boy

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

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

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

Nicknames: baby, sweatheart, baby boy, kiddo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M’ doing okay.” I managed to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t wait!” I smiled back.

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

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

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

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evanesdust · 7 months

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inevitable

written for - @sterekfests prompt: bonfire @sterekweekly word: moon

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Erica Reyes, Malia Tate, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Vernon Boyd and Erica Reyes Live, Past Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate (mentioned), Past Jennifer Blake/Derek Hale (mentioned)

Summary:

in·ev·i·ta·ble /inˈevidəb(ə)l/ adjective certain to happen; unavoidable. …the one where Eli asked about how Derek and Stiles met and eventually fell in love.

It was after midnight, and everyone except the pack had left a little over an hour ago. The bonfire was still blazing, though, its flames licking toward the sky, where the moon hung, bloated and bright. Stiles shivered as the early autumn breeze swept through the backyard, rustling the fallen leaves underfoot. His gaze remained fixed on the undulating flames, mesmerized by its beauty as laughter echoed around him.

He loved nights like this, with the pack here. Even Jackson had returned, but it was Eli's birthday, so it wasn't that surprising. They were also a family.

Strong arms enveloped him, and Stiles sighed softly, leaning back into the warm embrace.

Derek.

After nearly two decades, he still couldn't get over the fact that Derek was his. They were married and even had a kid.

"We might have to put a stop to this," Derek said, his voice alight with laughter.

Stiles tilted his head, turning slightly and giving Derek a curious look. "Put a stop to what?"

Derek tipped his chin, his eyes directing Stiles to look across the yard to where their fifteen-year-old son, Eli, sat with the pack, listening with rapt attention to whatever Scott was telling him. Which, knowing Scott and all the shit he and Stiles had gotten up to when they were kids, could be anything. They had a history of mischief.

"Well, shit," was all Stiles could say, earning a chuckle from Derek.

"It's nothing bad. He asked how we met, so Scott's telling about that time in the preserve."

Stiles leaned back, his head on Derek's shoulder, smiling at the memory of Derek chucking Scott's inhaler at them and telling them to get lost because they were on private property. "You were all big and bad and broody. Scared the shit out of Scott."

Derek's breath was warm against the side of Stiles's neck. "Just Scott?"

"You never scared me. Not really." And it was the truth, even if Stiles had said otherwise at the time.

Just then, Eli laughed, and Stiles looked over in time to see him glance over at them. "Did you really ask Dad to cut off your arm?"

His question was directed at Derek, who groaned, and from the tone of his voice when he spoke, Stiles just knew he was glaring at Scott. "Of all things, why would tell him that?"

"And if you're telling him that," Stiles started, "then make sure you tell him why I almost had to cut off his father's arm…"

Scott held his hands up in apparent surrender. "It wasn't like I could just outright ask the Argents for the bullet."

His words launched a conversation about a time before they got along with any Argents, which clearly dumbfounded Eli by the look of confusion on his face.

Stiles chuckled and Derek shook his head, nudging him forward to get closer. The pack was spread out, sitting wherever, so Derek sat on the ground next to Boyd and Erica, leaning against a fallen log they must have dragged over. He tugged Stiles onto his lap as the pack fell into an impromptu reminiscing of their old adventures, laughing at the increasingly absurd scenarios they somehow survived back in the day.

"Oh!" Erica exclaimed, throwing a twig at Isaac. "Like the time Derek had to growl you into submission."

"Wait, what?" Eli looked delighted as he hugged his knees to his chest, a wide smile on his face.

Malia also looked interested as she glanced at Isaac. "He had to growl you into submission?"

Stiles bit back a grin as Isaac rolled his eyes.

"You weren't even there," Isaac muttered. "Besides, Derek only did it to impress Stiles."

Derek scoffed, his arms tightening around Stiles's waist. "I did not!"

Stiles raised a brow because he remembered the way Derek had dramatically turned toward him after he'd asked how Derek subdued an out-of-control Isaac that night at the sheriff's station. Derek had swooped in and saved Stiles by letting out a ferocious growl that had both impressed and turned Stiles on.

"I'm the alpha," Stiles said in his best Derek-impression. Then he yelped when Derek jabbed him in the side. "Ow!"

"I don't sound like that!" Derek didn't quite pout, but it was close enough, so Stiles petted his cheek, his stubble rough under Stiles's palm.

"Sure you don't, big guy. Sure."

Derek snapped his teeth, though there wasn't any ill intent behind it. Stiles knew Derek would never hurt him. At least not intentionally. In fact, Derek would sacrifice himself in order to keep Stiles safe.

Erica must have been thinking the same thing because she immediately launched into the time when Derek had shoved Stiles away from harm when the kanima had them trapped at the high school by the pool.

Jackson scowled, his jaw clenching. "I just want to remind everyone that I was being controlled at the time."

"We know," Lydia said, patting his thigh. She threw her fiery-red hair over her shoulder before recounting what Stiles had once told her about that night. About holding a paralyzed Derek up in the pool for hours.

At the time, he and Derek definitely had a love-hate relationship, but Stiles would be remiss if he didn't admit that it was definitely sliding more toward the love end of the spectrum. On his part, at least. Why else would Stiles have committed to keeping Derek alive and safe when he could have easily saved himself?

And apparently, Eli could tell because he looked at them then, brows furrowed. "You really loved him. Even back then. So why did it take so long for you guys to get together?"

Before Stiles could answer, not that he really had one, Jackson cut in. "Yeah, why didn't you? I mean, we could all see it. Hell, even Matt saw it."

"Who's Matt?" Eli asked, no longer looking at Stiles or Derek.

Jackson explained, and in great detail, about Matt Daehler and how he'd controlled the kanima. How he'd proclaimed that Stiles and Derek had made a pretty good pair when they were paralyzed and helpless one night.

As the pack continued to discuss their past, Stiles found himself laughing as he watched Eli's wide-eyed fascination grow. He marveled at how much their son resembled both of them. Eli had his quick wit and Derek's solemn curiosity, especially when he continued to ask more questions about how Derek and Stiles had figured out they were in love. Eli had always known about the danger, the magic, and the supernatural part of his parents' life before things had finally settled down, but Stiles didn't think they'd ever really talked about it.

It was a story that wove through years of friendship, of struggles until they ultimately accepted their feelings for one another.

"When did you know? Like for sure?" Eli asked, glancing between them.

"When he broke the curse." Derek's voice was quiet when he spoke, and Stiles laid his hand over Derek's arm that was across his waist, just holding him. He knew Derek hated talking about Jennifer and the love spell she'd put on him.

Scott finished the story, telling Eli about how he and Stiles had burst into Derek's loft, accusing Jennifer of being the Darach they'd been looking for and demanding to know where she'd taken the sheriff. At first, it hadn't seemed like Derek believed them, but then he'd taken one look at Stiles and—

"It was like the veil had been lifted. If I hadn't already loved him, I would have stayed under her spell. That's also when I realized you were my anchor," Derek said, kissing the side of Stiles's head.

Stiles turned his head, nuzzling against Derek as best he could at the weird angle.

"You didn't tell me that," he whispered. "Not that you knew then. I thought you hadn't realized until after Kate took you to La Iglesia."

Derek had only told Stiles about dreaming of him, how that had kept him grounded when Kate had come back.

"Ugh, can we not talk about La Iglesia?" Malia groaned. "No offense or anything. We weren't even dating anymore, but you never looked at me like that. And I almost died too, y'know. In your arms."

The difference was that Stiles hadn't loved Malia. He'd cared about her in the same way he cared about all his friends, but Derek…

When Derek had been stabbed by the berserker, Stiles had been frozen in fear. Derek hadn't had his werewolf powers, leaving him vulnerable in a way Stiles had never seen. But even as Derek had laid propped up against a rock, struggling to fight through the pain, he'd yelled for them to go, but Stiles couldn't. All Stiles wanted to do was run over to him. He'd wanted to fall to his knees and tell Derek to fight and live. For him.

It wasn't until Derek had said, 'Hey. Hey. Save him,' that Stiles finally moved, knowing there was nothing he could do for Derek—but not before casting Derek one last glance, his face full of regret. He'd wanted to say something then. To tell Derek that he loved him, but that would have broken him, so he kept it inside as he made himself walk away.

"I'm okay." Derek's voice broke through his reverie, stirring Stiles back to the present. His gaze shifted to meet Derek's, their eyes locking in a silent language all their own.

"I know." Stiles leaned back against him, needing that reassurance that he was here. Even after so long, it pained him to think that he could have lost Derek then.

The space around them hung heavy with unspoken emotions as they shared one of those moments where they understood each other perfectly despite not uttering a single word. Derek's arms tightened around him, a gesture of comfort and support, signifying that he was there for him, just like he always had been.

"Well that got heavy," Malia chimed in suddenly, breaking the silence. She looked between Stiles and Derek apologetically. "Sorry, didn't mean to bring that up."

"What just happened? Why does you guys smell so…" Eli wrinkled his nose. "Sour?"

Lydia put an arm around his shoulder, leaning in and whispering something Stiles couldn't hear. After that, Eli's expression morphed into a mixture of understanding and sympathy. He nodded, then turned to look at his dads, his eyes brimming with compassion. This opened the floodgates for another series of questions that revolved around their complex history. The unique combination of curiosity and fascination in Eli's voice perfectly matched the shimmering love in his shining eyes.

"Did you really have to save dad from the FBI?" Eli asked after hearing about the manhunt on Derek. "How did you get them to let you join a raid?"

Now that was a story Stiles loved to tell.

"Okay, so get this. Literally, on day one of my internship, I learned that the FBI has cornered this feral mass-murdering unsub..." He leaned forward, about to recount how he'd found a severely injured Derek and ushered him to safety, but just like the last time Stiles had tried to tell his story, Derek cut him off.

"I found a group of hunters gathering in a meeting place. I was trying to get information."

"Anyway—" Stiles continued, sticking his tongue out at Derek. "Long story short, I basically, you know, had to save his life."

Derek's responding sigh was expected. "You know that's not how it happened. You couldn't walk. I had to carry you out."

"They shot my toe!" Stiles threw his hands up in exasperation. In reality, it had been a graze, but he loved this banter. Loved the way their son stared at them, wide-eyed with a huge smile, as he and Derek bickered lightheartedly over the details.

"Yeah, my dad, the badass FBI intern, taken down by a bullet to his toe." Eli laughed while motioning the supposed size of the wound with his hands.

"Oh, he was as white as a sheet," Derek added, like an asshole (affectionately). "Seeing blood was not a strong suit."

"Hey, I've gotten better!" Stiles retorted, only to earn more laughter from the group.

Despite the teasing, the memories, and the raw emotions of this evening, everything was perfect. Stiles loved the shared glances, laughter, tales of old times, and incredulous looks as everyone revealed how they (not just Derek and Stiles, but all of them) had become the family they were today.

Looking back at everything they'd gone through together, Stiles realized that it all led them to this moment. Together, they had faced the darkness and emerged stronger on the other side. The understanding they had of each other was more profound than words could ever express, and it was all thanks to these experiences.

"Can we...can we do this more often?" Eli asked tentatively. "Talk about...you know, the past. You guys usually avoid all this stuff like a plague."

"Only because we wanted to protect you from the harshness of our past," Derek replied.

Stiles nodded because things were better now, and they just wanted Eli to be a normal kid. Still, he shared a knowing look with Derek and added, "But you have a right to know. So we'll tell you anything you want to know."

Eli nodded approvingly at his dads. His gaze was serious as he said, "I'd like that."

Their past might have been wracked with hardship, but it was also dotted with moments of happiness and growth. Stiles knew they needed to wholeheartedly embrace the truth of their journey, blisters and all.

Because, in the end, it was their journey that had led them to this point—to their family.

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