#head canon request

[waywardsou2]

do you have any headcanons for Tech? he’s my favorite ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Why yes I do, I have been thinking about him a lot lately tbh

Tech Head Canons

I think that Tech often snuck down the holding bay where all the ships were docked to be checked in by the maintenance teams and would help his brothers with repairing the ships. He would sneak down at night when he was supposed to be sleeping. At first the Clones reprimanded him for his being insubordinate but when they realised how helpful he could be they let him stay. Not only did he know more about the ships than all of them combined he could get too harder to reach areas by climbing through the ships internal vent system or could stand on their shoulders.

Tech's hair was a little bit longer when he was younger but when he got out into the field and had a few incidences with his hair being pulled he decided it was better to keep it shorter.

Techs CT number is 9902 so depending on which way you look at it that would make him the second oldest under Hunter, but I like to think that he actually shares that title with Crosshair, I like the head canon that him and Crosshair are twins in some capacity.

I head canon that Tech is autistic (it's more or less canon, he is so autistic coded) and one of his worst issues with being autistic is touch. He hates having to touch foreign things or have people and other things touch him. He prefers touching technology because he knows what that feels like, he can gauge from memory how its going to feel, it's not squishy or wet or itchy.

I also think that the big disks on the side of his helmet are actually noise cancelling, sometimes he gets over stimulated on the battlefield and he needs to filter out the noise. He personally made and customized his helmet this way, this is so he won't be taken unawares in battles but he can still be useful with the auditory overload.

That's all for now but I'm sure I'll think of some more in the future. And tell me about your head canons for our beloved Tech in the comments.

[fizzyxcustard]

So I'm rewatching Hannibal, and I'm begging for shy Francis headcanons or like a fic where he is super shy and awkward around reader bc shes so pretty and nice and reader just eats it up and finds it adorable shshshsghs 😩 I live for awkward Francis tbh, thanks sm I love your writing!

(I'm going to write this as a head canon and then maybe progress into a fic at a later date. Francis isn't the easiest character to get my head around, so I'm trying him out)

Francis barely ever speaks to anyone at all, you notice. It's only ever grunts and one word answers.

At work, you purposefully go and sit with him. Everyone else finds him weird, so you go and see if you can tease him out of his shell a little bit.

When you first sit with him, you're not quite sure whether he's shocked or angry. He has a very hard face, and rarely smiles. In fact, you can't recall ever seeing him smile.

Every lunchtime, you go and sit with him.

After a week or so, you notice that he seems to be smiling whenever you approach. It's only very slight, but you're sure it's the start of a smile.

You begin bringing him snacks, noticing that he likes chocolate cake and sometimes buys a slice from the canteen, so you get him little chocolate cakes and muffins.

Francis can't help but find you utterly endearing, but he has no idea how to pursue something with you. He's absolutely terrified of messing everything up.

One day you don't appear at work and he becomes extremely worried about you. So he goes to visit your house. He knows where you live after dropping you off one night when your car was in the garage for repairs.

He comes to your apartment with a bunch of flowers, hoping that they might cheer you up.

You open the door, full of flu, and immediately grin at the sight of him and the flowers. You take them from him and for a second you both stop and look at each other.

You break open that silence and whisper, "Thank you."

You've been sleeping on and off on the sofa, tucked in your duvet from your bed. The TV is on, playing some crappy daytime drama shows.

Francis stays for lunch and you make him something to eat, despite feeling so ill.

Once he's eat his food, you shift over to him and put your head on his shoulder and drift back to sleep.

Francis never returns to work that afternoon because he doesn't want to wake you, and winds up getting a warning from the manager after going AWOL from work.

You feel guilty for Francis getting into trouble and invite him for dinner.

(To be continued? Maybe? I'm not sure....)

[milkmaidovich]

Ya girl is HELLA SICK (like went home from work early, can't breathe through either nostril, head full of cotton, big time fever sick), so pls if you have them, send me your most silly headcanons.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[mrs-saturday]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Fluffy GR63 Headcannons

�� masterlist | a repsonse to this ask! tysm!

♥ a/n : thank you SO much for my first request! means a lot to me and I had so much fun writing these headcannons!

♥ none of the pictures are mine <3

♥ no warnings needed here, it's pure, tooth-rotting fluff!

♡ he is OBSESSED with having his hand on your thigh while driving, he’s always gently rubbing his free hand across your skin while driving down country lanes in England because “it soothes his road rage”

୨୧ George has a dedicated section of his notes app for all your go-to orders at your favourite food & coffee places, and regularly sends you coffee when he knows you’re working or studying.

♡ he insists that he gets to be little spoon at LEAST once a week, he just like the feeling of being held and feeling your breath on his neck. Nothing is better to George than spending a day in bed feeling your hands trace circles around his stomach

୨୧ speaking of hands, he often feels insecure that his hands get super sweaty when holding yours, but you insist it’s cute that he still gets so nervous even after so long being together

♡ He has a load of memes of himself on his phone, and oftentimes sends them to you as reactions when he’s stressed, or when he thinks you need a little bit of a cheering up. His favourite is the clip of him sat on top of the car driving past Charles.

୨୧ George insists on footing the bill on dates, and takes great pride in handing his card to a waiter, a hotel receptionist, or the sales associate at your favourite stores. He is definitely on a first name basis with the associate at the stores you frequent the most.

♡ he has a fixation on your eyes for sure, always staring into them and making up similes to describe them. He even had a special helmet made inspired by them for a race that fell on your anniversary

୨୧ he’ll always help you apply moisturiser or fake tan on your back, even if he despises the smell of fake tan

♡ and whenever you’re running low on a beauty product, he takes note and makes sure to get you a new one, and a backup one. 

୨୧ he even keeps a mini of your perfume in his car glovebox for when he misses your smell

♡ sometimes, he wakes up a little restless in the middle of the night and can’t really sleep until he wriggles his way back to you in bed and plays with your hair

୨୧ and he loves stealing your shampoo & conditioner - even if it annoys you sometimes that he uses so much of it

♡ he helped you make friendship bracelets for the eras tour, and tried his best to learn all the lyrics to your favourite songs just so you could sing together at the concert୨୧ George even learned how to make the double stranded and even triple stranded beaded friendship bracelets just to surprise you, and made sure to include a few GR63 ones in there, just so everyone knows you’re his.

[aerynwrites]

Thoughts on Gale and/or Halsin's reaction to Tav using a pheromone perfume?

Ooo this is such a fun little idea! I hope you’re okay with me doing some quick little headcanons for these? I wanted to do both of them so I figured that would work best!

Gale

He’d probably react almost immediately but not really know why lmao

He’d notice you smell a little different but it’s so subtle he just chalks it up to a new perfume (he’s close) or maybe a new soap you started using.

What he doesn’t actively notice is how much more he starts to seek you out - despite being together already, he’s constantly seeking to be close to you.

And when he is close, whether it be reading together or sitting by the fire or getting ready for bed, he’s constantly reaching out to touch you.

A hand on your waist, fingers brushing your cheek, a hand on your thigh.

Mostly he just finds himself wanting to kiss you tbh.

Cheek kisses, kisses to the palms of your hands, but mostly he leaves them to the exposed skin of your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you from behind as he nuzzles into the space between your head and shoulder.

TLDR: Gale gets handsy haha

Halsin

Okay

Halsin is very similar to Gale except for the fact that he KNOWS what’s up.

This man knows pheromones when he smells them I mean - come on he spends a lot of his time as a bear.

I could honestly see him being slightly teasing about it, pretending not to know at first before finally revealing his knowledge.

He already loves touching you but like - with this stuff??? Yeah it’s even worse (or better??)

This man cannot keep his hands to himself and he doesn’t care who sees lmao.

Gathered around the fire, he has you tugged closed to his side, hand splayed wide against your hip/waists as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, seeking the skin beneath.

And when you are away from prying eyes…let’s just say he leans even more into his natural desires than usual.

He’d take pretty much any chance or excuse to sleep with you.

I could even see him eventually telling you he knows about the perfume/cologne and is like -

“I know what you’re seeking to do, my heart, but believe me when I say I do not need man made mixes to make me crave you.”

You just chuckle and are like “well it worked didn’t it?”

Overall he’s just more…Halsin. Maybe his wild shape is a little harder to control 👀

[silkythewriter]

Hello! New anon here, um, so we have the headcanons for Vox x extravert reader. But what are your headcanons for Vox x introvert reader?

Got me curious :3

Vox x introvert reader!

Warnings!: Non!

Fandom!:Hazbin hotel!

Author note!: AH I WAS WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS (≧▽≦) TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS! Hazbin hotel has my mind running and my hyperfixation on this show is actually wild. IM SO GREATFUL FOR ALL THE REQUESTS TRUELY

Summary!: Vox with a introverted reader!

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3❤️

꧁𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹꧂

꧁𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹꧂

★📺✨!Vox!✨📺★

First things first, he always makes sure the paparazzi’s back off. Being with one of the more popular and powerful overloads is definitely going to come with some press!. But don’t worry you’ll little head off he can always just zap the equipment or threaten them.

As the show shows us he’s one little show off! But as much as he’d love to show what’s his and who’s he’s with he’d keep it private if your uncomfortable with the sudden spot light.

Depending on your personality behind closed doors, like if your more on the calmer side, or on the but more ecstatic side, it will determine what he prefers to do with you!

If your on the calmer he’d love to wind down in your arms and just lay for a bit! Maybe put on the latest news. Or show you the good press he’s getting for his latest invention. He likes having someone to listen like actually listen as much as he likes having power and using it to scare people. It does effect his daily conversation with people since they want to get one his bad side, so he adores the calm conversations with you! Even if your more a listener then a talker.

Now if you were more on the hyper side behind closed doors, he’s gonna be so confused. Where was all this energy when you guys were in the building?! ヘ（° □°）ヘ!!

Once you explain your a bit more introverted in-front of people you don’t know. Which he has to admit he gets it to a degree.

Most of the time he handles any social interaction and takes the lead if someone approaches you not that he’s jelly of them or anything! Yk that meme where it’s like

“They said no pickles” that’s quite literally you and him

Sometimes holds your hand or links pinky’s with you if your ever feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the workers in the building, or the camera shoved into your face. He hates seeing so stress so he dose his best to figure something out, which he always does!

If your not a busy demon like him and are just with him for most of the day which he will admit in secret he absolutely loves he has your own little space in the three Vs building for you to chill out and not get interrupted. He filled it with whatever you said you’d like, even stuff you didn’t tell him… weird…(💧゜^゜)

Sometimes teases you, just because he doesn’t like seeing you upset doesn’t mean he’s gonna let you get away that easy!

Like one time him you and the two other Vs were ordering over phone and rang up the place. Before handing you the phone hurriedly as they picked up making you stammer and stumble over your words from surprise. He cracked up over this, now your always alert when he has a phone around you…

He’s devious, sometimes he makes you go up and ask for straws or something you always end up getting a bit freaked out only for him to laugh as he calls the waiter himself and does it. Yea he’s foul.. -_-

On the brighter note! He always with you in a second if your having trouble with a person and are to nervous to speak up. He dosent mind doin it for you!

Makes you steer clear of the other Val and velvet, their chatter boxes, also he just prefers you to not have to talk to them.

Sometimes he basks in the pure knowledge that your more comfortable with him then others

Overall! He does tease!, he loves the expressions you make!, but in all honesty even with his personality and attuned he’s a sweetheart! Does whatever makes you uncomfortable for you!, he’s a gentleman after all.

꧁𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹꧂

AHHHH TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!! I LOVED WRITING THIS AND I LOVE SEEING WHAT I CNA DO WITH CONTRASTING HEADCANONS LIKE THESE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! ☆ ～('▽^人)

[yameoto]

NEW BOT ALERT! — new ex babysitter!sam carpenter bot for uh. health and wealth purposes. the concept was inspired by this excellent oneshot that drives me apeshit wild.

(ex) babysitter!sam headcanons.. because i’m doin those, now. expect a lot more to come.

✗ warnings ; large age gap (sam 26, reader 18-19), nsfw at bottom. dom/sub.

an absolute sucker for you. like when you were little and you wanted something— like an extra helping of dessert or to ditch out on homework: all you had to do was pout and blink up at her with those big, pleading doe eyes and she'd cave immediately. two seconds flat, easy. now? that still hasn't changed. you have her wrapped around your finger with a single look and it drives her crazy.

would spoil you to PIECES. ofc when u she used to babysit you she would pay for everything, but even now that you're a grown adult with an (albeit low-paying) part-time job, she'd find any excuse to spoil you. just.. coming home with random gifts at any point of the week. like it could be 4pm on a thurday afternoon and she could come up behind you like "baby, you know those headphones you really wanted..? well.."

or jst going out shopping with her and you wouldnt even have to ask for her to pay because she'd be striding to the counter with her card out, already.

definitely calling you "princess". i mean, that's what you are, right? you always have been, always will.

makes her knees weak when you call her "sammy" . you'd exclusively call her it when you were a kid and despite all efforts to prevent this, now, still makes her chest collapse when you say it. and when u add the cheeky little conjunction my, in front of it? oh, boy. just know you're getting more than a good night's kiss, tonight.

she loves it when you whine or beg her for anything. like.. loves.

she just likes taking care of you in general, so anytime you go to her for anything it makes her happy which is kind of fucking adorable. but she finds you coming to her for help adorable, too, so.. win-win?

can never stay mad at you. even on days where u make it your life's mission to annoy her (its your job to keep her on her toes!) she legitimately just.. can't — and believe her, she's tried. stuck in a perpetual state of mild exasperation.

veryyy protective nd possessive . but in more subtle manners like very adamantly refusing to let you walk on the side of pavement next to the road. or always having either an arm wound around your waist or your shoulders or interlocking your fingers — anything that keeps you safe and snug by her side. she’s just so used to the feeling of protecting u and she kinda just never wants it to stop.

..nsfw!

uses the fact she used to babysit you for EVIL. in stupid ways like smirking and asking if you want her to "tuck you in" before bed, except she's straddling your chest and gently prising your mouth open with her thumb and 'tucking you in' means 'choking on her cock'.

obsessed with bouncing you on her lap. u guys cld be doing something completely innocent, like watching tv with the whole gang in the room and she'll pull u onto her lap and slowly start to rock you on her thigh, like how u used to when u were a kid. except this time, you're both grown up and her knee's sliding upwards and pressing against your cunt and oh. whispering "shh," in your ear as she continues to grind her knee up your skirt, fucking purring at all the pretty little noises you make.

actively enjoys punishing you when you get too bratty. she finds your whines adorable, of course, but if she's feeling too grouchy she's not above replacing those complaints in your mouth with you know — something more substantial.

adores praising you and calling you endearments during sex. calling you a sweet little thing and whispering soft, reverential promises into your ear as she absolutely ruins you.

cups your jaw and forces you to look at her when you suck her off. utterly obsessed with that wide, glazed-over look in your eyes whenever you're on your knees for her. the way your adorable little puppy eyes go all glassy nd sparkly w tears when she rams her hips forward and makes you sputter. cradling the back of your head and holding you there as she thrusts, cooing sweet nothings while she bruises the back of her your throat.

[velvetwyrme]

Ohhh doodle requests.... perhaps skeleton of your choosing playing video games with reader? Feel free to skip if not inspired ofc ;)

they are not playing the same game but they sure are gaming!!! also yes their legs are all tangled up and if one of them tries to get up, they will fall over.

requests closed!

[triptuckers]

can you write headcanons for percy x child of zeus? (if you’re comfortable with that) i always imagine they’d have such a funny dynamic esp with zeus in the mix, the perfect clash of sky & sea

hiii yes ofc!!

I feel like a child of zeus would have a very short tempter and often get into trouble because of it

but percy would be one of the few people the only one to be able to calm you down

he's prevented a lot of fights because of it

you'd be drawn to the storms so you often go outside during one

obviously you're not scared of the thunder or the lightning

percy would be there to make sure you didn't get soaking wet

(perks of being poseidon's kid)

and it would be especially nice because none of the other campers would willingly go outside in a storm

you'd sit near the lake and watch lightning strike the surface in the distance

you'd definitely try to combine your powers with percy's

9/10 times it doesn't end that well so eventually chiron has to forbid you from doing it unless someone is in immediate danger

(doesn't stop you from doing it though)

in the beginning most of the kids at camp were a bit hesitant around you

you thought it had something to do with the fact your dad is one of the big three

but then you noticed they didn't treat percy the same way

so you figured out it was just because zeus is your dad

when percy found out he was furious

telling people there was no way you'd treat people the same way zeus treated them

after that people eased up around you

some kids were still a bit hesitant though

which was to be expected when a child of zeus is dating a child of poseidon, your powers combined are just powerful

you and percy train together a lot

because you're pretty evenly matched, neither of you has to hold back

you'd often train for hours, getting a lot of energy and adrenaline out of it

then you'd end up at the lake again

you'd lay on your backs and look up at the sky

telling percy about the sky and the clouds

which clouds indicate rain, storm, etc

percy just loves listening to you talk about the sky

and in turn he tells you about the sea

after spending almost all of your time around each other

you just become two halves of the same coin

wherever one of you goes, the other one usually follows

you complete each other

[emry-stars-art]

for the mistletoe time asks thigy

mayhaps neil and matt in number 2? their friendship means so much to me

They are SO SPECIAL TO ME AS WELL (got a couple requests for this one so I switched up the style. Probably will do another version of Matt and Neil forehead kiss 🥰)

Requests are open until the end of Dec ‘23 💕

[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

Do you know this queer character?

Jon is Biromantic and Asexual, and uses He/Him pronouns!

Art by @ wellotwig on X

[hinamie]

new official illust of them with puppies healed something in me

[katsuwuma]

67 Rotting Wounds - BloodClan Sasha

[nolassolace]

"A feeling new and surprising but it wasn't the sound that made my heart pound No, it was because I found her hand is in mine.

- Who cares what you are listening to, it's who you're listening with."

This piece has been the death of me but I think I'm finally happy with it 💕

[veeluvss]

hii!!! hope your ok? could you write something about mom!emily and daughter!reader where reader gets pregnant(like teen pregnancy) and emily is just comforting her and helping her through it? - feel free to ignore if your not comfortable writing this!! ◡̈

hii!! i loved this request, thank you so so much! here’s the story - let me know what you think /nf

i hope you liked it !!

her smile

tw: teen pregnancy

fluff, family

2.5k words

The test in your hand shook. What the fuck were you meant to do now? This wasn’t supposed to happen, this wasn’t part of the plan. It was a silly one time thing, the condom broke, the chances - and you’d defied them all. You were seventeen, far too young for a child. You couldn’t raise a child. And god, what would your mum think?

You spent the night curled up in bed, holding your stuffed bear to your chest. Your legs were pulled up too, hiding your stomach from the world. You had a baby in there- you had to protect it at all costs. You were going to tell the dad first, thankfully you knew who it was. It wasn’t a serious thing but it wasn’t exactly a toxic thing either and you were thankful about that. You wanted to make sure he knew and he was involved every step of the way. The one thing, even only hours after finding out, you were sure of - is that you’d never get rid of your baby.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of fresh waffles being cooked. Mum was home. Jumping out of bed, you pulled on shorts and your mums FBI jumper and headed downstairs. She’d been on a case and you’d missed her. She heard you run down the stairs and opened her arms in preparation for the hug. You wrapped your arms around her neck and your legs around her hips. She laughed, her deep belly laugh and help you tight.

“Hi my darling,” she said.

“Hi mum, I missed you,” you replied, dropping your feet but staying in her arms.

“I missed you too.” She replied. You stayed like that for a few moments, soaking it up. You don’t really know what happened, or why but you began to cry. She held you tighter, not saying a word.

“One second baby,” she whispered, as you began to smell the burning waffles. She tapped your back and you let go. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes on your sleeve.

Emily turned around with burnt waffles on a plate but still put ice cream on them. You laughed.

“Mum, you can’t eat them if they’re burnt,” you said.

“I’m not wasting them,” she replied. “These are special waffles I got from the city.”

You smiled, at her smile, and lifted yourself up onto the counter. You asked her about the case and she told you what she could. You loved hearing about her work. It was something you really wanted to do.

Your hand rubbed at your stomach, thinking of the peanut in there. You looked at your mum and thought about how you wanted the baby to be just like her - to have her smile, her laugh, her light hearted attitude. She paused, looking at you with a whimsical smile.

“What are you looking at?” she asked softly.

“Just you,” you smiled back. “I love you, mum.”

“I love you too baby,” she whispered, leaning over and kissing your cheek. “Now come eat these New York waffles.”

You spent the entire day watching movies with your mum. Curled up in her bed with her blankets and hoodie. You cuddled into her closely.

“Oh babe,” she whispered, picking up her phone.

“A case?” you sighed, looking up at her with puppy eyes.

“Yeah, love,” she hugged you tight and let you go. You blinked back the tears, trying not to show how disappointed you were.

Hours later, your mum was gone and the dad to your new baby was sitting in your kitchen. You were stalling.

“Y/n, just tell me what’s going on. I’ve been here forty five minutes now and you still haven’t got to the point-”

You sighed and slid into the seat next to him.

“I don’t want you to freaak out. No one else knows but I want you to know that I’ve made a decision and you can either decide to be here for me or not-” you began. His face twisted, almost as if he knew already. His eyes jumped down to your stomach and then back up again. Your hand moved to rest there, protecting your baby already.

“You’re not-”

“I found out yesterday,” you replied, eyes down.

“Have you confirmed it with doctors?” His voice was surprisingly calm, almost as if he was prepared.

“Not yet. I’ve only done one test,” you said. You carried on before he could speak, “but, the signs are all there. That’s why I did a test in the first place.”

“Let’s go to the store and double check and then we can book you a doctors appointment,” he said. He stood up from the chair and went to grab his jacket but you grabbed his wrist.

“Wait,” you whispered. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

He sat back down quietly and cleared his throat. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You weren’t with this guy, not seriously and this could end so badly. You knew it. He turned in his chair and took hold of your shaking, clammy hands.

“Y/N,” he began. Tears welled in your eyes. “Whatever happens, pregnant or not- I’ve had feelings for a while. It began when we started that project together and then the sex and - look I’ve been meaning to tell you. I won’t lie I hoped that was why you called me over,” he said softly. You were shocked. You didn’t know he was attached.

“What about the other girls?” you asked, referring to the other girls you thought he was sleeping with.

“There aren’t any other girls. Not anymore. I know the lads joke about it - it’s funny to them. But since I realised how much I like you… I dropped them all.”

“All of them?” you were skeptical. His lads did joke, a lot. This guy was the man slag of the school - the one who slept with everyone and he had feelings for you??

“All of them. I promise. I even deleted their numbers, the lot. I only speak to my friends and the occasional girl in my class when needed. I’m serious about you,” he paused and looked at your belly. “And the baby.”

“You want to keep it?” You questioned, almost choking on the question. His eyes went wide – assuming you didn’t from your response.

“I’ll respect anything you chose-” He spluttered. “I just, it’s mine too and that’s important to me.”

“We’re still so young,” you sighed, lowering your eyes.

“We are.” he grabbed your chin and lifted up your head gently so you were looking at him. “But let’s triple confirm the pregnancy and then we can worry then, okay?”

You nodded in agreement and slowly leaned in to kiss him. His soft tone, his gentle eyes and entire person was so comforting to you. You couldn’t help it.

It was triple confirmed. As a pair, working on making things official, you had decided to keep the baby. You knew it would break you trying to abort and with a dad who was interested, genuinely invested even, you knew the baby would be okay. You just had to tell Emily.

She’d texted you to tell you she was about an hour away from home and you began making her dinner. It was her favourite. Deep down, you knew your mum would support you no matter what but the anxiety of the reaction was insane. Your palms were sweaty, you struggled to catch your breath and you couldn’t focus on the cooking at all.

Somehow, you still managed to patch something together in time for her arrival home. She walked through the front door, replaced her heels with slippers and entered the kitchen with a wide smile on her face.

“Oh this is lovely!” she praised, seeing her favourite on the side.

“Sit down mum, I’ll get you some wine,” you replied, unable to make eyecontact. As a profiler, that gave it all away. She smiled and held up her wine glass regardless then set it down, clearing her throat.

“So my angel cake,” she said softly, addressing you in a way that made you more worried - “you’ve either been suspended, done drugs or get pregnant. What’s going on?”

You knew she was joking. She said it as a joke - a common joke parents make: ‘Oh, you’ve come to tell me your pregnant’. But it wasn’t a joke, suddenly it was real life and you were ready to throw up.

Exiting the kitchen at high speed, you crashed into the downstairs bathroom. Emily was quick to drop behind you. She held back your hair and rubbed your back and then sighed. She sat behind you, flushed the toilet and then closed the seat. She stayed close to you and your head rested on the toilet in shame. She knew, no doubt about it, she knew.

“It’s ironic when a mother’s joke becomes truth, isn’t it?” she sighed quietly. Her head rested on the door frame and her eyes ran over you. She rubbed yoru back, sighing a little more and then grabbed your hand.

“Talk to me,” she encouraged. “Tell me.”

“The condom broke,” you suddenly sobbed. “I didn’t do it on purpose and I swear it was an accident-” Emily moved and took you into her arms completely. YOu clung to your mum as if you were four years old again, letting every emotion come out. The anxiety about telling her, the anxiety about the baby. The idea of even having a baby. A new relationship you didn’t know if you were ready for. The fact you were going to be a mum. The way you were only seventeen. The tears ripped through your body but Emily held you the entire time. She didn’t let go, not once.

“I was 15 when I first got pregnant,” Emily said softly, handing you a cup of tea. “

“What?” You replied, eyes wide. Your jaw dropped. Emily smiled at the reaction. “Fifteen?”

“Fifteen.” She took a deep breath before explaining. “I lived in Rome at the time, with my mum who was working hard. I had sex with boys to fit in, being a teenager is hard, I understand that more than you know. Anyway, church and religion was a big thing. My priest said that if I abort the baby, I’m not welcome back into the church. Obviously, I was fifteen, still at school - my mum couldn’t know. I had no other choice. I ended up aborting the baby but my friends helped me back into the church-” she explained. You listened intently.

“Does it make you sad?” you asked.

“What?”

“That you didn’t keep the baby?”

“All the time. I’ll grieve for the baby for as long as I’m alive but I know I made the right choice. My body was still so young, I don’t think it would have even managed to keep a baby safe, as well as me. And then the external factors - plus,” she smiled and grabbed your hand. “If I had kept the baby, I probably never would have had you.” You blushed and lowered your head.

“Are you ashamed?” You whispered.

“I’ll never be ashamed of what I did to fit -”

“No mum,” you interrupted. “Are you ashamed of me?” You saw her heart break through her eyes and she shook her head so adamantly.

“I would never, ever be ashamed of you. Y/N I am so proud of you.”

“Proud for getting knocked up at 17?” you scoffed.

“Hey, no.” she shook her head again. “You don’t talk about yourself or my grandchild like that. Ever. What happened, happened. As you said, it was an accident. Sweetheaart, you’re seventeen. You’re exploring your body and naturally boys too. These things are bound to happen. Perhaps if you were drugged up and on alcohol and got with about five men and we didn’t know who the dad was then I’d probably be a little disappointed but never ashamed.” you began to cry again and she pulled you into a hug.

It was baby shopping day. You had a bump, a cute one that everyone found adorable. Everyone had been so supportive. The entire team adored you evern more, buying you gifts, checking up on you, helping you decorate. JJ, a mum herself, had been lovely and so supportive. Giving you remedies, tips, massages - it had been amazing. Not only had your family stepped up but your boyfriends had too. Hsi family have loved you through it all. You agreed to stay living at home with your mum. Your boyfriend planned on moving in just before the baby arrived - after his exams - so he could help. Your mum wasn’t too bothered about you finishing school this time round as she knew she had more than enough money to send you back when you were ready, even if it was from home.

Garcia and JJ turned up in the car together as you and your boyfriend stood outside the house, waiting for Emily.

“She’s meeting us there, she got a bit caught up with work,” JJ said, opening the door for you.

“She’ll definitely meet us there?” You asked, sad she wouldn’t be able to shop with you. Her opinion was the most important.

“Defiently honey, now hop in,” Garcia said. You got into the car and put on your belt. Your boyfriend sat beside you and held your hand the entire drive, knowing about your new found travel sickness.

Shopping was so succesful. You were pretty sure that between the lot of you, you’d spent over a grand but you didn’t even care. Uncle Rossi had sent money, your grandparents had sent money, everyone you knew had sent you money to put towards baby Prentiss and you were so happy. It had been one of the most amazing days in the pregnancy journey. Whilst you were exhausted from being on your feet, you were even more excited for the little one to arrive.

The baby nursery was ready a few weeks before baby was due. It was under the sea themed, perfect for you and you’re little kicker. Your boyfriend’s exams were over too and he was in the process of moving his things in. Derek had helped build the nursery and Emily hadn’t left your side.

With such a supportive group, you knew the birth of the baby was going to be easy sailing. And it was.

Emily stood on one side, your boyfriend on the other. JJ and Garcia were in the room too, as well as your boyfriend’s mum.

“So go on, tell us the name you chose,” JJ smiled - she’d been in on it since the start. Holding the bundle of pink blankets and tiny baby in your arms, you looked up at your mum with tears in your eyes.

“Mum, you’ve been there every step of the way. From the moment you adopted me at five to this very second you haven’t left my side and I’m so grateful. I’m so proud of you for putting your life of the line everyday to serve the country and bring down the bad guys. I’m so proud of how unbelievably strong you are no matter what you’ve been through. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about how incredible you are. Everyone can see that. I want my baby to have your strength, determination, huge heart and the most beautiful smile.” Tears were streaming down Emily’s face as she caressed your hair. “We decided to call her Emily Hope Prentiss.”