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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 5 months ago

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Hello,

could you write a Hannibal fanfic, where the reader is Will‘s student ( very protective of her) and Hannibal takes a interest in her, after psych. evaluation? He starts wooing her over and Will (platonic) doesn‘t like it at all. In the end there is smut between the reader and Hannibal after a dinner party ?(Maybe Will later here‘s from Crawford about it, because Crawford went to Hannibal‘s house to get him for a case)

Hannibal x Reader: Off limits

Warnings: smut, kissing, patient x therapist, fingering, pet names, cowgirl, ridding, penetration ( p in v), no use of y/n, female reader

Words count: 4,6K (dear lord 🙃)

“I don’t know if this is a good idea Will.”

“Why not?”

“Talking to your psychiatrist about my shit? Don’t you think that crossing some kind of boundary?”

“First he's not my physiatrist, not officially anyway. And secondly I would say drinking at my house crosses more boundaries than this. That didn’t stop you though right?”

“Yeah I guess you’re right.”

“Plus you need this. Talking to someone about stuff helps.”

“Fine. You’re sure he’s okay with it right?”

A week ago Will had mentioned you to Hannibal for the first time since he’d started having his sessions. The conversation had begun because Hannibal had asked him if he had anyone in his corner that he could trust. Will had immediately thought of you. Despite being his student you had helped him through a lot of stuff and pretty soon he considered you more of a friend then a student. He worried people would accuse him of favoritism but you were one smart cookie so he didn’t really have to worry about that. You knew your shit. No one could deny that. Of course Will also worried about people spreading rumors that you were sleeping with him but when he’d shared his concerns with you you’d just shrugged.

“People are gonna say shit about us anyway Will. I’m not gonna cut our friendship because of what some idiots say about us.”

He’d known he could count on you for anything but he could tell you were dealing with a lot more shit then you’d let on. It was one of the reasons why he’d told Hannibal about you. Will wondered if maybe talking with someone you knew he trusted would put your mind at ease. So here the two of you were standing in front of Hannibal's office door. You fiddle with your fingers trying your best to call your racing mind. Will notices your fidgeting causing him to grab onto your hand. You look up at him with a small smile which he returns. You hear the door open making your head snap to look at it.

Hannibal takes in the sight before him, his eyes catching on the way Wills hand is latched onto yours. He forces his gaze to move back up to your face. His eyes soften a bit at the sight of you. You have a sort of deer in headlights look in your eyes and Hannibal can’t help but feel a bit of pity. From what Will had told him you weren’t super into the whole therapy thing but you’d accepted to talk to him because Will thought it would help. Still from the look in your eyes Hannibal could tell you were hesitant. He would have to convince you that you could trust him.

Dr. Lecter gave you a welcoming smile before stepping to the side and gesturing for you to enter. You looked at Will for a moment, a twinge of fear present on your features. Will simply gave your hand a squeeze before letting it go.

“It'll be alright. Dr. Lecter will take care of you. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

“You aren’t going to come in?”

“I’ve found that the session works best if it's just the two of us.”

You glanced at Hannibal as he spoke, trying to make up your mind about him. He placed his palm out to you, inviting you to take his hand. After a moment of hesitation you accepted his invitation, taking his hand in yours and allowing him to guide you inside. He released your palm once you were inside, turning to close the door behind you.

You watched as Will's face slowly became out of view, his boyish smile no longer able to be seen. You turned around, taking in your surroundings. You’d never done this before so you didn’t really know how it worked. Should you sit down? Or were you supposed to lay down like they showed in the movies?

Luckily for you Hannibal seemed to sense your confusion. He made his way to his chair, taking a seat before gesturing to the empty seat before him.

“Please make yourself comfortable.”

You did as he asked, making your way over to the chair. You moved a bit trying to find a comfortable position. Hannibal watched you squirm a bit, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You were quite a sight. Will seemed to have forgotten to mention that. Not that that bothered Hannibal. In fact he welcomed the surprise.

Once you were satisfied with your position you stopped fidgeting and raised your gaze to look at Hannibal. For the first time you saw him. Really saw him. He was oddly attractive with a sort of Victorian beauty. You weren’t used to guys like that. In the FBI most of the guys were covered in scars and built like monster trucks. They needed to look tough, even if they weren’t. That was just part of the job.

But the man before you was nothing like that. With his tailored suit and perfectly combed hair he looked like a man of great importance. The sort of guy you’d call when you needed tickets into some sort of high society party. And yet he had this sort of energy to him that made you feel he wasn’t as innocent as he seemed. If anything his looks hid behind them a sort of unfiltered violence. But somehow you didn’t fear him. In fact you found yourself suddenly intrigued by a man you’d only exchanged less than a few words with.

That was about to change however. Because the moment Hannibal started talking to you it seemed like everything you’d been holding in for years just started to spill out. You told him about how you were treated in the FBI, about how no one thought you had it in you to deal with this kind of stuff. You told him about your home life and your relationship with your family. Your deepest thoughts spilled onto the floor of Hannibal's office and he didn’t seem to mind. He listened to you with so much attention and understanding that it shocked you a bit. By the end of the session you felt like someone had taken the weight of your shoulders.

Will watched you come out of the room, the sound of your laugh filling his ears as you and Hannibal finished talking. A sudden wave of anger filled Will's chest. What had Hannibal said to make you laugh in such an unfiltered manner? The thing about Will was that he was very protective of you. He saw you like a little sister so he couldn’t help but become on edge when in the span of one hour Hannibal had managed to strip away any hesitancy you had entered the session with. He was glad you seemed lighter but he also knew Hannibal and he couldn’t help but worry about his intentions with you.

“I’ll see you next week Dr. Lecter.”

“Just Hannibal is fine dear. There’s no need for these pleasantries.”

“Okay then Hannibal. Same time next week?”

“See you then dear. It was nice seeing you Will.”

Will rose from his seat giving Hannibal one final glance before making his way to you. He placed his hand on your back guiding you towards the door. Hannibal didn't miss the way Will looked at him, but the thought disappeared when he saw the smile you gave him before you left. There was no denying it now. Hannibal found himself very interested in you. If there was something about Hannibal it was that he got what he wanted. And right now what he wanted was you.

You continued to have your sessions with Hannibal. Sometimes you’d talk about the FBI and your studies. Other times you’d talk of your dreams of the future. And then there were days where you felt like you had nothing to say so you’d convince Hannibal to tell you about himself. You’d begun to enjoy your sessions. The closer the day came the more anxious you became. You found yourself contemplating what to wear to therapy. Even though you knew your feelings weren’t exactly “professional” you couldn’t get yourself to care. You’d often catch Hannibal looking at you in ways that didn’t scream professionalism. The more you talked to him the more you felt like you were becoming friends and then one day Hannibal decided to make up his mind.

You were walking around the room, a habit you’d developed during your sessions. Hannibal watched you move around the room, his eyes following the sway of your hips. You had been talking about Will and Hannibal couldn’t seem to hold his tongue any longer.

“Are you interested in Will Graham? Romantically I mean.”

“What? No way! I mean Will is great and all but I see him more like an older brother then anything. He’s been there for me you know?”

You turned to look at Hannibal, your eyes finding him. He stared up at you with a blank look.

“Why do you ask?”

“Oh you just talk alot about him is all.”

“Oh come on Hannibal. Talking about someone a lot doesn’t mean you like them. You of all people should know that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you talk about Dr Bloom a lot but you’re not….interested in her.”

Hannibal watched your brows furrow for a moment, your gaze suddenly glued to the ground.

“Unless you are and I've just read it completely wrong.”

You tried to keep your voice steady and impassive but Hannibal could see the slight disappointment in your tone. He called out your name forcing you to return your gaze to him. You glanced down at him in curiosity.

“You are right. Talking about someone doesn't mean you like them.”

You held your breath for a moment awaiting for the verbal confirmation of what you already imagined.

“I am not romantically interested in Dr. Bloom. I merely respect her as a professional.”

You let out a small sigh, trying your hardest to not show the joy you felt. Hannibal rose from his seat making his way to his desk. You watched him open one of the drawers grabbing a piece of paper. He made his way back to you standing mere inches from you. You looked at the piece of paper in his hand before grabbing it. Your eyes ran over the words scrawled out in his handwriting.

“What’s this?”

“An invitation. I’m having a dinner party on Saturday and I'd love for you to come.”

Will had told you about Hannibal's dinner parties and his custom of inviting people over for dinner but you never imagined you’d be one of these lucky few. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. You looked up at Hannibal catching the way his eyes narrowed in on your lips.

“Thank you. I’ll be there.”

“Wonderful. It seems our time is up. I’ll see you at the party then.”

He walked you over to the door opening it for you. You nodded your head in thanks, making your way out. Just as Hannibal was about to close the door you spun around.

“Oh um… I've never been to a dinner party. What should I wear?”

It seemed like a silly question but you wanted to fit in with Hannibal's friends. You wanted to show him you could keep up with him. Hannibal looked at you for a moment before speaking.

“Wear whatever you feel like dear. I’m sure you’ll look beautiful in anything you choose. Your presence is the only thing that matters to me.”

Your heart almost stopped at Hannibal's words. It's had been a while since someone had given you such an unfiltered and direct compliment. You were a bit taken aback. In a good way of course.

Hannibal had just revealed to you, in a short amount of words, that he found you beautiful in any way and that he enjoyed being around you. Your mouth was dry as you tried to force yourself to speak. You managed to make your brain work enough to squeak out a small ‘Thank you until Saturday’ before racing to your car.

When Saturday finally came you were practically buzzing with anxiety. You’d tried on three different outfits and settled on one you thought fit in with a dinner party, something stylish but not too flashy. The whole drive over to Hannibal's house you couldn’t seem to calm the hammering of your heart. You tried blasting music to calm yourself but it didn’t work. Fortunately your brain seemed to go into automatic mode because before you knew it you were parking in front of Hannibal's home. You stared at the house from the car window, noticing the lights peeking through the curtains. You took a deep breath in trying to dull the anxiousness you felt.

“He invited you. He wants you here. There is nothing to worry about.”

You stepped out of the car making your way to the door. You thought of knocking for a moment but you doubted he’d be able to hear it over the classical music that seeps through the door. Your finger moved to ring the doorbell, heels tapping the ground as you waited. You turned around talking in the rest of the houses on the street.

Hannibal made his way to the door tugging it open. He didn’t know who to expect, he’d invited quite a lot of people and many of them still hadn’t arrived. All thoughts seemed to leave his mind when his eyes caught onto your frame. You had your back turned to him, the backless dress you’d decided to wear allowing him to see your bare skin. He stared at you for a moment opting to bask in your beauty before calling your attention.

You spun on your heels as the music suddenly grew louder, eyes falling on hannibal. He was wearing a suit like he always was but you could tell this one was special. You were suddenly relieved by your choice of clothing.

“Good evening dear.”

“Hi.”

“You look exquisite. But then again I knew you would. Please come on in.”

You took a cautious step forward entering his home. Hannibal closed the door behind you.

“Come there are some people I want you to meet.”

He placed his palm on your back guiding you around the room. You were used to Will doing that when he was around you but it felt different with Hannibal. There was something arousing about the feeling of his bare skin on yours. You welcomed the feeling, moving across the room full of people with ease. Hannibal didn’t leave your side the entire party. Whenever he needed to do something he’d ofer his forearm to you, a silent request for you to join him. You laughed along with his friends and filled yourself up with the vast variety of food Hannibal had prepared.

As the night went on people began to leave. They’d thank Hannibal for the invitation and go on their way. Oftentimes they’d thank you for hosting as well and you simply didn’t have it in you to correct them. You understood that the way you behaved with Hannibal made it seem like you were an item and even though you knew it was wrong you felt a thrill at the thought.

You finished saying goodbye to the last few people left at the party, closing the door behind you. Once you made sure it was locked you made your way over to the kitchen. Hannibal stood before the counter, his hands working on drying a glass of wine. His head snapped up at the sound of your heels against the floor. You smiled at him, making your way to where he was.

“Need help?”

“No that's alright. There are only a few left.”

“Okay”

You turned to look at the clock seeing the time.

“It’s already that late? I should probably get going.”

You didn’t want to leave but you knew better than to overstep. Hannibal hadn't invited you to stay over. He'd invited you to the dinner party and that had already ended. Hannibal placed the glass in the cupboard before turning to look at you.

“Don’t go yet. There is something I want to show you.”

“Oh okay.”

“Go wait in the living room, I'll be there in a bit.”

You made your way over to the living room. Your feet were starting to hurt so you decided to take off your heels, leaving them by the couch. You walked around the room, making your way over to an odd looking instrument. You sat down on the bench in front of it, eyes moving over the instrument as you tried to understand what it was.

“It’s a theremin.”

Your head snapped over to where Hannibal stood. He had removed his vest and suit jacket leaving him in only his dress shirt.

“How do you play it?”

Hannibal made his way to you. You looked up at him when he stopped next to were you sat.

“May i?”

“Yeah of course.”

Hannibal moved to sit behind you. You sucked in a breath at the feeling of his chest against your back.

“It’s a difficult instrument. You must find the right pitch.”

You watched Hannibal move his hand over the empty air, a small gasp leaving your lips as sound began to come out of the instrument. Hannibal turned to look at you. His heart warmed at the smile that had spread over your face.

“Would you like to try?”

“Oh sure.”

“Give me your hand.”

You lifted your arm allowing Hannibal to grasp your hand in his own.

“Relax your fingers. And try to keep your hand steady.”

You were finding it rather difficult to stop shaking due to the closeness you had to Hannibal. Every time he spoke you could feel his hot breath on your neck and your mind couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have his lips on your skin. Hannibal guided you hand with his. Sound filled the room once more but it wasn’t as nice sounding as when Hannibal had played himself.

“This is hard.”

“It is. The theremin requires a lot of practice. You have to be good with your hands.”

You wondered if he’d meant the innuendo or if he was simply talking and your diary mind had understood something else but you weren't about to waste your opportunity.

“You must have quite skilled hands then Hannibal.”

“I haven’t had any complaints yet.”

A small whine escaped your mouth, immediately followed by a pathetic sigh of Hannibal's name. HIs hand had found its way to your thigh, fingers drawing small shapes on the skin. Instinctively your body relaxed into his frame, your back pressing up against his chest. Hannibal's hand continued to travel down your thigh moving closer and closer to where you wanted him most. His lips found their way to your neck placing kisses to the skin. Your head moved to the side, offering up more of your neck up to him. He sucked a hickey onto you, marking you as his.

“The body is a lot like a theremin.”

Your body jolted forward as his fingers found their way to your pussy. He reached into your underwear, slender fingers moving against your folds. You reached for his thigh hands wrapping around it in desperation.

“You just have to find the right pitch to make someone-”

A moan ripped through your body as he entered his fingers into you.

“Sing.”

Your legs widened, allowing Hannibal to move with more freedom. His fingers moved into you at a slow pace. If it weren't for the pleasure he was bringing you you would almost think he was trying to torture you. Your free hand found its way to his cheek forcing him to turn to look at you. You place your forehead against his, panting as his thumb found your clit.

Hannibal watched your brows furrow as your eyes rolled back in your head for a second, your mouth falling open in a silent moan. He adored you like this. Completely wrapped around his finger. Your nose bumped against his as you moved to kiss him. His lips welcomed you with ease, mouth opening to let your tongue in. Your muscle moved against his as he continued to pleasure you with his hands. You disconnected your lips from Hannibal, a small string of spit continuing to connect him to you. You were starting to get closer to your orgasm and Hannibal could tell. Your hand latched onto his shoulder, nails digging into the skin beneath his shirt. He kept his face close to yours as he continued to work on making you cum. Your breath fanned over his nose as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Your hips bucked up into Hannibal's hand searching for the last bit of friction you needed. With a skilled move of his thumb over your clit Hannibal had you cumming on his fingers. Your body spasmed against him, head falling onto his shoulder as white flashed over your vision.

Hannibal watches your chest rise and fall rapidly as you float back to consciousness. He removes his fingers from your pussy guiding them to your lips. You open your mouth to him, sucking on his digits eagerly. Your eyes snapped open as he removed his fingers from your mouth, placing them inside his own for a moment before releasing them with a pop. You look at him dumbly, your mind completely fogged from your orgasm. Hannibal guides his hand to wrap around your face. You allow him to crash his lips onto yours, your body molding into him once again. It's then that you feel the hardness of him against you.

The feeling of his arousal sends a shock wave into your body making you come back to reality completely. You break the kiss, maneuvering your body so that you're facing Hannibal. You lift your body placing your thighs against his, forcing him to close his legs. You gaze down at him as you move to straddle him, your hand moving to his zipper. Hannibal continues to look up at you as you relive his dick of its confines. A pleased sound makes its way out of your throat at the sight of him. Your free hand moves to your pussy, tugging your soaked underwear to the side. You inch yourself down onto Hannibal's dick, watching his face scrunch up at the feeling of you. His hands find your hips, his impatience causing him to tug you down onto his dick in one go. You gasp at the stretch hands moving to grasp onto his shoulders.

“Fuck hannibal.”

“Feel so good dear. So perfect around me.”

You lift your hips slowly before bringing them back down. You try to start off slow but pretty soon your desperation gets a hold of you. Your hands move to Hannibal's neck, arms wrapping around him. Hannibal presses his face against your chest, his own arms moving to wrap around you. His hips move up, fucking into you. You try to help him as best you can but your thighs are already starting to hurt from being in this position too long. It doesn't seem like Hannibal minds though. In fact once he notices you’re giving your body up to him he seems to find some super strength because before you know it he’s ramming into you.

Your body bounces against his as he guides you up and down on his dick. You release his neck moving your hands to rest on his thighs. The new angle allows him to move against you with more ease causing him to speed up. Before you can even tell him you’re close you’re already gushing around him. Hannibal grunts as his cum paints your walls, his hand moving to rest against your chest. Your fingers move over his hair as he regains his breath, face still pressed against you.

Hannibal lifts his head allowing him to look at you. You have lipstick smeared all over your face and your hair is all tangled but your face holds a look of pure unfiltered joy. Hannibal grins up at you, his hands moving to cup your cheek before pulling you into a tender kiss. You let out a satisfied hum against his lips. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours.

“Sleep here tonight.”

“Okay.”

You wake the next morning to the sound of the door bell. You groan, lifting your head from Hannibal's neck to look at the time.

“Who the hell is at your house this early on a sunday?”

“Shh go back to bed. They’ll leave soon.”

You snuggle back into Hannibal allowing him to tug you closer. Sleep starts to take over your mind just as the doorbell rings again causing you to let out another groan.

“I should see who it is.”

“Yeah and tell them to fuck of while you’re at it.”

Hannibal chuckles at your words, kissing your cheek before moving to get out of bed. You lift yourself up wrapping the sheets around your bare body as you watch Hannibal tug a sweater over his head.

“Stay there dear. I’ll be right back.”

You nod at him watching him leave the room. He left the bedroom door open allowing you to hear him open the door.

“Jack, what are you doing here?”

Oh shit.

You scramble out of bed tugging on one of Hannibal's sweaters before searching the ground for your underwear. You almost fall over as you try to put it on but you manage to do so without causing an accident. You pad through the house barefoot making your way to the front door.

“Good morning. Sorry to wake you up so early but we have a case that we need help with. Will said you-”

Jack's eyes caught sight of you standing in the corner. Hannibal seemed to notice the shift in Jack's attention causing him to look in the direction he was staring at. Hannibal's eyes fell on your frame observing the way his sweater looked on you. You looked at him, your hands fiddling with each other.

“Is everything okay?”

Hannibal stuck his hand out to you inviting you to come over. You made your way to them allowing Hannibal to pull to him. He placed a kiss on your temple.

“Hi Jack.”

“Hello rookie. I didn’t know you knew Hannibal.”

“Will introduced us.”

“He knows you’re here?”

“No. Why?”

“He called me yesterday. Said you weren’t home. And that you didn’t pick up your phone.”

“Is that why you came?”

“Oh no. We have a murder we need Hannibal to help with.”

“Okay. I’ll come too.”

Jack gave you a look of surprise.

“You aren’t ready for the field, rookie.”

“And Will is?”

Jack opened his mouth to counter you but he knew better. He knew you were close with Will so he knew that Will had told him of all the shit he'd been through because of the FBI. Plus he knew you were famous for your stubbornness and he really didn’t feel like dealing with it right now.

“Fine. Go get ready. Both of you.”

With that Jack exited the house moving to grab his phone out of his pocket. He dialed Will's number. The phone rang twice before he picked up.

“I got Hannibal. We are going to the crime scene now.”

“Okay i’ll be there in a few.”

“Oh and I found your friend. You’ll never guess where.”

Will didn’t even need Jack to finish his phrase to know where you were. Anger bubbled into his body again. He’d have to have a talk with Hannibal about professional boundaries.

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starkwlkr · 1 year ago

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Ok this is a bit strange but could you do a Ruby fic where she's scared charles and yn are going to get a divorce because she heard them arguing and she's asking uncle pierre what's going to happen

two birthdays | charles leclerc

sorry for the wait!! here’s more baby leclerc <3

Ruby knew what divorce meant. A friend from school had explained it to her one day after she said she had to spend the weekend with her dad. Ruby also knew that her parents would never get a divorce, they were too in love with each other. At least that what she thought.

After coming home from school, Ruby heard her parents’ voice in the kitchen. Pascale had offered to pick up Ruby from school since Y/n had just given birth to Mathéo and Charles was taking care of her. The older woman heard the loud voices and knew that Ruby wasn’t meant to hear that.

“Ruby, ma fille, go up to your room. I’ll come and get you in five minutes.” Pascale instructed.

Ruby always listened to her grand-mère so she did what she was told. She hesitated a bit, but she made her way up the stairs and towards her bedroom. She had never seen or heard her parents fight so she was extremely confused. Was her family going to end up like her friend’s family?

“It’s kinda cool because I get two of everything. I get two birthdays so that means I get more presents!”

But Ruby didn’t want two birthdays. She didn’t care if two birthdays meant having more presents. Ruby would rather have no presents.

Exactly five minutes later, Pascale arrived to Ruby’s room. “Guess what?” The woman tried to put on a smile. “You get to stay with me tonight. We can bake cookies, watch Barbie the mermaid one, you love that movie, don’t you?”

Ruby nodded. “Why can’t we watch it here? Papa and maman love it too.”

Pascale sighed. “Your maman needs rest and your papa has work to do. Remember his race is coming up so he has to focus on winning.”

Ruby nodded once more. She didn’t question her grand-mère again so she just began to pack a bag.

It was summer break for Ruby and for some ‘unknown’ reason (to her) she was on her fourth plane flying to a new location. Each night she would ask Charles to call her maman so she could say goodnight. When she handed the phone back to Charles, she fully expected him to say goodnight as well but he would always end the call.

Silverstone was coming up. Ruby wasn’t sure if her maman and Théo were coming. She wanted them to come since she hadn’t seen them in a while, but it was confirmed by Charles that they were still in Monaco.

When the father and daughter arrived to the paddock, Ruby saw that Kika and Pierre had also arrived. “Papa, Uncle Pierre and Aunt Kika are here too.” Ruby pointed out.

Charles nodded.

Ruby had asked Charles if it was okay if she spent the day with Kika since her maman was home and she knew Charles was going to be busy for a while. Kika happily accepted having Ruby by her side so together the two girls made their way to the Alpine garage.

Kika noticed how quiet the little girl was being. Usually Ruby would run around and talk nonstop, but now she was basically silent the whole time. “What’s wrong, Ruby Jules? Are you cold? I think Uncle Pierre has a jacket you can wear.”

“I’m not cold, Aunt Kika. I’m sad.” Ruby replied as she held Kika’s hand.

“Why? What made you sad?” Kika asked.

“Maman and papa were fighting. Now they don’t talk to each other and I miss my maman.” Ruby said in a low voice.

Kika tried her best to comfort the girl as they arrived to the Alpine garage. She immediately called for Pierre.

“What’s going on? Why are you sad, bébé?” Pierre picked up Ruby in his arms.

“She heard Charles and Y/n arguing.” Kika informed him.

“I don’t want two birthdays.” Ruby admitted.

“What do you mean?” Pierre was confused by what she meant.

“My friend from school said she gets two of everything because her papa and maman are divorced. I know what that means. Papa and maman are going to divorce.” Ruby began to tear up.

“Mon chéri, your papa and maman love each other so much. Sometimes adults argue but your parents are too in love to divorce.” Pierre tried to explain.

“Do you and Aunt Kika argue? Are you getting a divorce?” Ruby wondered.

“Well we have to get married first.” Pierre lightly chuckled.

“When are you getting married?”

“You are very curious today, Ruby Jules.”

#inbox <3 #anon #formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #baby leclerc series #charles leclerc imagine

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brittle-doughie · 6 months ago

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yo think we could get the Deliciously Evil Banquet cutscene with Y/N Cookie involved? just thought it would be fun to see after reading your Deal with Ancients story (can’t wait to see more of that btw)

i can just imagine the CoD deliberately setting up the seating so that Y/N is the closest one to them lol

Timeless Kingdom - Deliciously Evil Banquet (Reader Insert)

Never waste good food!

You entered the banquet hall, the sight of Dark Enchantress Cookie herself was enough to put you on edge, her entourage sitting alongside her, their eyes fixed in your direction didn’t help matters…

“Welcome, Y/N Cookie and friends.”

“Dark Enchantress Cookie! We are not going to be swayed by some food!”

Gingerbrave resisted the temptation of the banquet, Custard Cookie III not so much, which irritated Chili Pepper Cookie.

“Come on! Let’s take our seats! The jellies are getting cold!”

“Hey! Aren’t you a little TOO excited?!”

Esterházy interrupted for a brief moment to help with any belongings, of which Custard Cookie accepted real quickly.

“A grand idea! Here, hold my crown and scepter. Try not to get them wrinkled.”

“Very well, sir. As for everyone else...If you would please take your seats?”

You hesitate, but you go to sit down, hopefully as far away from the CoD as possible…before Esterházy stopped you with his hand.

“My apologies, sir/madam. But your seat is actually at the other end of the table, you’ve been specifically requested to sit there.”

This news surprised you and the group, Healer Cookie especially…

“What?!”

“Hehe, yeah! You’re sitting with us, Y/N Cookie. Right next to Dark Enchantress Cookie herself!”

You pondered on running out that door…..

…before sighing in defeat and trudged to the other side of the table. You couldn’t see it, but their eyes were on you as you head over to that empty seat amidst the CoD, Dark Enchantress Cookie patting it invitingly.

“Come, Y/N Cookie. You and your friends are the first Cookies to pass the gates—the first to be PERSONALLY welcomed into my fold. Let us have a heart-to-heart discussion~”

You sit down next to Dark Enchantress Cookie, she’d lean down and whisper in your (nonexistent) ear.

“And I’ve been looking forward to a heart-to-heart with you, Y/N Cookie~”

“Oh! So, like, can we ask you anything? Cause, I've been dying to know!How did you train the Cake Monsters? I want one as well!”

Custard Cookie III’s question made Dark Enchantress lean back into her seat as she softly laughed at the young cookie’s question.

“I wonder, Y/N Cookie. How long will Gingerbrave and the others cloud your mind?”

Not this again with Pomegranate Cookie…you whispered at her to knock it off.

“Did they tell you that there is a different path away from my Master’s embrace? You are being wasted on them, there’s only Dark Enchantress Cookie left for you. There’s only the darkness left for you..!”

“Hey, stop hogging all their attention..!”

You let Licorice and Pomegranate bicker at each other, saved you the trouble of Pomegranate’s rants again.

“Y/N Cookie….! Are you going to play with me soon? I have shroomies I want to share!”

You’ll consider it….Poison Mushroom didn’t do anything majorly wrong in your eyes…yet.

Dark Choco Cookie…he didn’t want to look at you in the eyes, your previous encounters with him must still be fresh in his mind…

“But before we progress any further...I have a question for you, our "esteemed" guests.”

“Do you know the reason why we, Cookies, were created?”

Dark Enchantress Cookie’s question snapped you out of your thoughts, your jam ran cold at the thoughts of your real purpose as a cookie…

Custard and Chili Pepper have their own answers to the question, none of which surprised Dark Enchantress Cookie.

“Nope!”

“Me neither! But I know I was baked with a particular set of skills! Heh!”

“How predictable. Pathetic. And you call yourselves COOKIES! What an absolute waste of perfectly fine dough!”

Dark Enchantress Cookie briefly glanced at you.

“Well, most of you are wastes of fine dough anyway. Although, one of you still shows great promise.”

“Y/N Cookie, do you know the real reason why we, Cookies, were created?

You…..hesitated.

The others were not ready to hear it. What’s meant to be their ultimate fate! It made your eyes dart back and forth in nervousness.

“Don’t be shy, my dear. We’re all listening~”

“Don’t listen to her, Y/N Cookie! She’s trying to lie to you again!”

“I'm wasting my efforts on you all. How selfish of you to have Y/N Cookie witness your crumbs litter this table!”

Did she just threaten to kill them all?!

She was not going to do that-

“STOP! I can no longer stand by and watch you bring destruction and corrupt cookies like Y/N Cookie with your evil!”

“HA! And who might YOU be? What is it that YOU can do to stop ME? You're a dusty, ragged, and unnamed nobody. Nothing but a memory that Y/N Cookie will forget very soon.”

“Yes... I have been hiding for far too long...But the time has come to step out from the shadows.”

“I will sacrifice everything to put an end to your schemes!”

“YOU!”

Pure Vanilla Cookie?!

Actually, that made a whole lot more sense now that you look back on it. Wizard and Gingerbrave was still in shock.

“PURE VANILLA COOKIE?!”

“HOLD MY CANE! Healer Cookie is Pure Vanilla Cookie?!”

“Ah...It seems that an uninvited guest was among us. Have you FINALLY realized how pathetic you are and have come to hand over your Soul Jam and see me rightfully claim Y/N Cookie as mine?”

M-ma’am, you were not property.

“Y/N Cookie will never go with you. I’ve seen their soul and know that it will shine the brightest and will never fall into your hands!”

“Tell me then... How do you plan to stop ME? Did you think your ragged attire and worn expression would win my sympathy?”

“*Tsk* What a waste of a good banquet...Enough of this!”

Dark Enchantress was not happy with the situation, Pomegranate was not happy with the situation as you low-key shifted your chair away from the CoD.

“How dare you ruin my Master's plan! Fate will not be on your side tonight!”

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cr kingdom

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crowsongcaws · 9 months ago

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PLEASE SAVE BIGB'S DESIGN

TL;DR at bottom (also this sounds like anger and it isn't, I'm just dramatic) Screaming, crying, on my knees BEGGING PLEASE

I know so many other Life Series/Traffic Life characters have reoccurring tropes they aren't able to escape from fandom-wise (cough cough DESERT DUO cough cough) but please for the love of EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!! Let BigB be free of the cookie thing!!! It really is "yeah I don't watch him but I included everyone else so I'll include him and he has a bunch of cookie fanart so yeah BigB = cookies <3" It's a funny little callback sometimes, but for him, it's just that people don't know what else to give him. He hasn't even been OCified!!! (OCified as in a fanon version of himself has become widely known and accepted over the canon character i.e. Grian being an avian, Scar being ridiculously buff, Jimmy being a canary etc etc)

I understand why people would be hesitant to make him some sort of hybrid like most other members, but he doesn't have to be a hybrid to be OCified! For example, although Martyn also tends to be elf-like or sometimes something monster-related, he's widely regarded as a Listener! And guess what? BigB was also in EVO!

"But BigB's skin had a cookie on it---" AGES AGO, PLEASE LET IT DIE "Joel isn't 'OCified'---" Didn't ask, don't care, talking about BigB right now At this point, I could draw a cookie with eyes and limbs and say it's BigB fanart and everyone would be like "yaaay!" I desperately want and NEED to see BigB with non-cookie related designs. Can he have little stuff hinting towards the cookie thing? Of course! That's part of his character! Just PLEASE add on literally ANYTHING ELSE. BigB with 4c (read it again, FOUR-C) hair with shaved sides and a heart shaved into one side. Same hairstyle but the sides are braided back and one of the sides has a heart braided into it. Cottagecore BigB with mohawk braids that go back into a bun with that little bandana headband on! Imagine he's in friendly floral clothing holding a bouquet of flowers, and the center of the flowers look vaguely like eyes but everything else about him looks so typical you barely notice at first glance because he's totally Normal(tm) and completely unaffected by Evo as opposed to literally everyone else. Please give BigB a new outfit. That sweater is TIRED. Let it REST. Give him literally ANYTHING ELSE. Give him a fucking corset idk! A dress! Ball gown! Spacesuit! My Chemical Romance merch! LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE. "I don't think BigB as a character would wear a corset/dress/anything feminine---" Why? Go on. TL;DR Stop making BigB's personality revolve around cookies (and also being a cheater because of Double Life for that matter) and please add literally anything else to his character design/personality traits I am begging and screaming and crying because I can't unsee it

#bigbst4tz2 #Please appreciate BigB #I'm anti-cookie #I'm not an expert/number one fan of BigB but I have eyes #trafficblr #life series #traffic smp #life series smp

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goquokka00 · 5 months ago

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The Little Things (Felix Ver.)

The small things he does every day that make you feel oh, so special.

| Massages |

We all know that Felix gives absolutely killer massages. And he wouldn't hesitate to give you one on the dot if you asked him to. If I'm being completely honest, I think that Felix would give you one if he felt you needed it, too.

If you come home from a long day of work, or if you're stressed or tired, Felix will sit you down and just give you a massage to help you relax all of your tense muscles from the day. Of course, he'd slip in a kiss or two on your back, too. Every here and there, he'd check in to make sure you're doing okay, smile, and then gently kiss your shoulder or back before continuing.

Felix would also ask you about your day while he worked at your knotted muscles. Ask you what had happened to make you tense. He'd listen to every single word, giving his feedback and thoughts. He just wants you to not have any weight on you. Whether it was physical or mental. He's always gonna make sure you're okay.

| HUGS!! |

We all know that Felix is a huggable person. That, and he's a hugger. This man hugs his other members any chance he gets. You are no acception. Any chance he gets, he hugs you. Hell, he even warned you that he was a hugger when you both first started going out, so you knew what you were signing up for.

This man will literally use any excuse to hug you, too. You make him laugh? He's hugging you. You're being cute? He's hugging you. You made a delicious meal? He's hugging you. You're upset about something? He's hugging you. He's upset about something? Take a wild guess as to what I'm gonna say.

Felix is 100% hugging you if you're upset, though. It doesn't matter how serious or unserious it is. The same goes if he's feeling down. And he's not letting go until he's feeling better, or you're feeling better. Once you're okay, he'll loosen his grip, but he still won't let go. Rather, he'll talk things out with you and make sure you're not sad anymore. And then he'll let go, only to start cuddling you on the couch.

| Language Switching |

Felix is multilingual. That's a given. But if his lover was also bilingual or multilingual, I think that language switching would definitely be a thing. Mainly, you both would be switching between Korean and English. One little bit of the conversation would be in Korean, then the next moment, you're speaking in English.

I definitely think that there would be times where you both would be in public and wouldn't want anyone to really understand what you guys were talking about, and so you'd switch languages depending on where you were. Just so then you could both stay where you were, but not have to worry about anyone eavesdropping.

It's also a great way for you both to stay sharp in the languages you both know. You don't really have to worry about losing any accents you might have, but it also helps you both remember things in each language or remind the other what something means. And if you both can't remember the word for something, then you both have fun trying to remember together.

| Bakes with You |

Y'all, I can't express the amount that I want to bake with Felix. And it's exactly why I think that Felix would want to bake with you. He'd show you how to make his brownies and cookies, and you'd both have a lot of fun doing it, too. Because let's be real here, neither of you would take it seriously in the slightest. You'd try, but you know that it won't last for long.

Flour will be blown towards each other, batter will be booped on noses, messes will be made. You'd both laugh hysterically with each other, though. It'd be a good time. Hell, you'd both have fun cleaning up the mess you made, too.

I also believe that you and Felix would take a ton of pictures while baking with each other. Some of these pictures would be posted on bubble, but only the ones that were of Felix. If he wanted to post one of you in the picture as well, he'd ask permission first. Because you being comfortable is always number one to him.

| Lets You Style His Hair |

Since Felix is currently growing his hair out, I feel like it gets annoying sometimes. And so, he goes to you to help him put it up. You know what you're doing, anyway. And having his hair done is relaxing to him, especially when you spend the first few minutes just running your hands through it and gently massaging his scalp.

I think Felix would sometimes ask you to teach him how to do certain things with his long hair, too. Like how to do different braids. He might struggle with tired arms halfway through, though. And so he'll end up just having you take over. He'll still pay attention to what you're doing. He's just not used to holding his arms up at that certain angle for how long.

Even if he did eventually learn and was capable of doing it himself, he'd still prefer for you to do it. There's just something in the way you do his hair in such a caring way. It's so sweet and gentle, and it's also such a nice bonding time, too. Felix can just rant about whatever's on his mind and you'll happily listen. It's definitely one of his favorite things to do with you.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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hazbinwhoree · 10 months ago

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Do you do yandere requests? Because I want to request yandere Adam and Lute with a shy imp reader who's terrified of angels and exorcists because she had a very traumatic experience during extermination day. Maybe he tries to take her to heaven, thinking she's too pure for hell and convincing Sera to turn her into an angel?

Milk & Cookies

Part 1/2 Part 2

A/N: I don’t usually write yandere so I hope you like it! I did my best but Adam might be a little out of character. I can do headcanons if this doesn’t satisfy, just request!

Warnings: Toxic relationships

Adam found (Name) during an extermination. The imp looked so utterly terrified, Adam actually couldn’t bring himself to kill her. She hadn’t seen him, so when she ran, Adam followed her. He didn’t really know why or what was special about this imp, but he was drawn to her.

When he met back up with Lute, he confided to her about the imp and his strange pull towards her. Lute shrugged him off until a year later, during the next extermination. She found an imp that looked so scared, it made Lute pause.

“What’s up, danger tits?” Adam asked, noticing her hesitation. He followed her gaze to the same imp who had been on his mind since last year.

“Her,” he murmured. “That’s her?” Lute asked. “Okay, I get it now.”

Adam pulled some strings to gather intel on the imp when they were finished the extermination. Her name was (Name). She’d been attacked during an extermination a few years ago, leaving her with white scars, and her best friend was brutally slaughtered in front of her. Adam was sympathetic, no wonder she was so terrified.

He decided her quality of life in Hell didn’t suit what she deserved. The poor thing deserved to be in Heaven.

With him.

During the next extermination, Adam and Lute sought her out. When they found her, she screamed and cried and begged, throwing things and kicking in a futile attempt to keep them back. But her small frame was nothing compared to Adam.

“Relax, we’re not gonna fucking hurt you,” he tried to soothe her, but he wasn’t exactly a soothing presence.

When it was clear she couldn’t be reasoned with, Adam just picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, taking flight with Lute close behind. (Name) screamed and cried, pounding on his back and kicking her feet, but she was no match to Adam’s strength.

It was hard to be discreet, carrying a resistant imp into Heaven. But he was Adam, and no one questioned him.

By the time they got to Adam’s home, (Name) had calmed down, accepting her fate. Adam brought her to his bedroom and put her down, blocking the door. She scampered into a corner, curling up into a fetal position.

Adam approached her and crouched down, holding out his hand like she was a scared animal. She blinked at him, her eyes teary, and recoiled. Adam sighed.

“It’s okay,” he said, voice sickly sweet. “You’ll learn to love it here. You’ll learn to love me.” (Name) whimpered.

Over the next few weeks, Adam kept her locked in his room, the only people allowed in being himself and Lute. Adam was slowly breaking (Name) down, getting her to accept her circumstances and accept him.

He even got her to tell him why she was so afraid of him in her own words. He fawned over her, pretending to be shocked and appalled by her story.

She bought it, and for the first time, let Adam touch her with a hug. Adam was ecstatic that she was coming around.

One day, he and Lute were on their way back to Adam’s home, when Sera appeared and stopped them.

“Adam, what is this I hear about you keeping an imp in your home?”

“Oh, (Name)? I’ve been meaning to talk to youuu,” he made meek finger guns at her.

She was unimpressed.

“Fine, she was too good for hell, and I want you to turn her into an angel.”

“She is hellborn. She has to want to become an angel to be turned,” Sera said. “And I have a feeling she doesn’t want to.” She gave Adam a pointed look.

“She will,” Adam declared.

Later that night, he brought the topic up to the imp during dinner.

“I want you to become an angel.”

(Name) stopped eating. “I like being an imp.”

“Don’t be fucking stupid, you’re the weakest breed in hell. You have a chance to live in Heaven forever. With me. Don’t you want that?”

(Name) teared up. “No, I don’t, I want to go home.”

Adam had been expecting resistance. “You’ll want it in time,” he said, standing and leaving her in the locked room. He didn’t care how long it took. He would break her down until she loved him.

Then she would stay with him.

Forever.

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #x reader #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel

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tonyboneysblog · 6 months ago

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MOTHER HEN: PART FOUR

parings: hawks x mother!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: none!

notes: “die Ryuji” we all say in unison while holding hands. (Thought it would be appropriate to post this on Mother’s Day…)

summary: You, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro.

It had only been a few days since the villains attacked U.A. high, your son Fumikage said he had something important to tell you.

“Don’t get mad, okay?” Tokoyami says while twirling his fingers together.

“Just tell me Fumikage” you reply with annoyance. you hated it when Fumikage dragged things out, felt like he was about to tell you a family member died but really all he did was accidentally break a plate.

you don’t know why he became like that, he used to just clean it up and go on with his day.

“U.A. is going to have their sports festival, and I was wondering-“

“Already? Didn’t they just get attacked by villains.” You say with a disapproving tone, seriously what was U.A. doing…

“They wanted to prove that this attacked hasn’t affected us.”

“I doubt that’s going to go well.”

showing the villains all of the students skills sets is such an amazing idea U.A.! You thought with sarcasm dripping from it, you didn’t want to say that infront of Fumikage- he likes that school too much.

Fumikage hesitates slightly, “Do you think you be able to see it?”

You sigh. “I’ll have to see my schedule.”

Fumikage looks down in disappointment but tries his best not to show it.

“But hey, I’ll try my absolute best to see my amazing boy win.” You tap his chin, making his eyes face you.

“Promise?” He says quietly.

“Pinkie.” You raise your pinkie finger, Fumikage chuckles and shakes his head.

“You can’t break a pinkie promise, mama.” He interlocks his pinkie with yours.

You smile at him, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Fumi.”

You were glad that Fumikage asked you to watch him at the sports festival, all your friends joke about how he’s just some emo teen who’ll scream at you about how “it’s not a phase!”

you didn’t really care if it wasn’t a phase anyway. You’ll love Fumikage in whatever form he’s in.

Speaking of your friends, they have recently asked you to go clubbing with them on the weekend saying, “you need a break, sweet cheeks.”

You accepted gratefully and as the clubbing day came close Fumikage always came home and told you all about his classmates.

He spoke a lot of one named shoji, you hope with all your heart they become good friends.

When Fumikage was younger his only friend was dark shadow.

you never want to hear him say, “what’s wrong with me, mom?” Just because kids

used to be scared of him and his quirk.

Now it was time to do one of your favorite things ever, but groceries.

You caught Fumikage trying to sneak out of the house and do it himself but you tackled him back into his bed until he gave up.

Grocery shopping was always so calming for you, Fumikage used to come all the time until some old women asked if he was even yours.

sure he had a bird head just like his father but- still super rude!

Putting your groceries into the cart then checking them off your list, you finally made it to your last one.

Chocolate chip Cookie mix.

Fumikage recently said that the cooking hero made one of the best cookies he’s ever eaten and you will never accept that.

Mamas cookies will be better! well when

you can actually grab the box.

The box mix was on one of the highest shelves in the store, you jump once to grab it- you miss.

you jump again, and miss.

Thirds times a charm right? You jump once more and instead of grabbing it you just push it back more.

well you suppose it’s time to start climbing shelves.

But then a calloused hand came to save you, you immediately think it’s hawks- he’s always somewhere near you.

A deeper voice say your name, “Y/n..?”

Not hawks.

You don’t turn around, your too scared to

suddenly your thankful to that old women who accidentally made Fumikage stop coming with you, you wouldn’t want him here-not now.

You turn around.

Hawks off days were usually spent inside relaxing or trying his very best to actually relax.

lazily getting one of bed, the one with your weighted blanket, he makes his way to the Kitchen.

Grabbing the cereal box, he tries his best to pour it into the bowl but nothing goes in.

Well looks like he needs to go the grocery store.

Getting dressed in a simple outfit he makes his way outside then flies off to the store!

hawks always liked his little adventures, he hoped he’d see you on this one but he highly doubts it.

But hey, speak of the devil because you’re right there in the aisle when he walks into the store!

Seems like you’re talking to a man, nice looking, about 6’ foot with dark brown hair.

Hawks has never heard you talk about your friends, mostly about your son- what was his name again?

You look…scared? Which is weird because at first hawks just thought this was an old friend you were talking to but..

why would you look scared?

Hawks sends over a small baby feather to let you know he’s there, you shouldn’t be scared.

he’ll keep you safe.

His feather tickles your back softly, you jump at first but keep your attention towards the man infront of you.

“So, how’s Fumikage?” His deep voice says.

“Fine.” You say quickly.

He sighs, “look y/n, I know we left off on a bad note but I’m better now.”

He says all of these words so soft and kind, but you remember when that same exact voice pinned your son against a wall and screamed at him.

why would Ryuji even care about how Fumikage is doing.

“Y/n?”

You snap out of that thought, “what.”

“It’s nice to see you again, you look good.”

Ryuji and that sliver tongue of his, always trying to butter you up.

“Thank you, Ryuji, but I have to leave.. Fumi-“

“Could I talk to you a little bit at least.” He raises his voice.

He’s blocking you in, what are you supposed to do?

“Please Ryuji-“

“Everything okay here, sweetheart?” A cheerful voice calls next to you.

It’s hawks, he has a lazy smile on his face you can’t really tell if he’s angry or not also- sweetheart?

“And who are you?” Ryuji asks hawks, who doesn’t know hawks though…

“Well I’m her-…” hawks paisss for a moment, “boyfriend!”

Ryuji chuckles softly, “sure you are..”

You sigh at hawks terrible attempt of pretend.

“Ryuji, that is hawks- he’s...” you look at hawks for a split second, “my boyfriend.”

You can see ss hawks wings flutter for a moment, not a good time for him to be acting all embarrassed.

Ryuji stammers, “Oh, I-..I just wanted to say to you y/n that I’m real-“

you cut him off, “why are you out so early?”

“Hell y/n, you know they don’t really double down on all the ‘domestic abuse’ bullshit.” Ryuji says curtly.

You can see hawks face twist in realization on who this man actually is, you’ve only told him about Ryuji once or twice before.

Ryuji continues, “where’s Fumikage anyway, don’t he always come out with you?”

“He stopped coming out a little while back.”

“Terrible thing really, he’s a good kid.” Ryuji says softly, almost like he’s talking to himself.

“Didn’t think he was a good kid when you were with me.” You say with distain dripping from your mouth.

You don’t really understand why your being like this with Ryuji, maybe hawks is giving you some boost of confidence.

“Don’t get mouthy with me.” Ryuji snaps back.

“Don’t you speak to her like that.” Hawks finally gets himself involved in the small spat.

Ryuji pauses, “Say that again, I dare you.”

You can see Ryujis fists tightening slowly, that’s never a good sigh with him.

“I will make your life miserable bird boy, even when you’re sleeping.”

Hawks steps closer to him, “You wanna go?”

You know Ryuji, he never makes an empty threat.

You grab hawks shoulder, “W-we’re sorry Ryuji.” You stare at the ground, not daring to face him.

“You need to keep his damn squawking to a minimum, y/n.” Ryuji says bitterly.

Hawks looks at you with confusion, you were just talking back to him weren’t you? Where did the confident side of you suddenly disappear to?

You step closer to Ryuji, whispering.

Hawks doesn’t pick up on it, ryuji seems like he’s staring straight through his soul.

You retreat next to hawks, Ryuji scoffs and starts to walk away towards the next aisle.

You let out the breath you were holding, finally relaxing.

“What’d you say to him?” Hawks cocks his head curiously.

“Nothing important.”

“Everything you say is Important to me.” Hawks says softly.

You pause, you won’t tell hawks about Ryujis quirk. You hope that he decides not to use it on him, even after you mouthed off to him.

Ryuji always used his quirk after you fought about something, you would go to bed and he would haunt you in your sleep.

You’d beg for his forgiveness every time, you never stood your ground.

Him hurting Fumikage made you change though.

“I just told him to stay away from Fumikage

That was a lie, hawks accepted it anyways.

Hawks shifts into his more happy go lucky mood, “Are you almost done with shopping?”

“Yea actually, I just needed that cookie mix up there.” You point towards the highest shelf.

Hawks chuckles softly and sends a feather up to get it, “make sure to give me some after you’re done baking.”

“Do you wanna make it with me?” You offer.

Hawks feels his heart skip a beat, you? Asking him to be in your kitchen? Baking sweet treats?

It wasn’t even a question.

“What kind of person would I be if I declined someone in need?” He smiles brightly.

You and hawks proceed to the check out, you’re quite lucky you encountered him at the store because there were almost far too many bags for you to carry.

you walked to the store as well so you couldn’t even put them all into your trunk, thanks for saving the day once again hawks!

He carries way more bags than you do, you’re a little worried he may blow out his back from all the weight but he seems fine.

You notice Ryuji as the two of you walk away, instead of staring at you he stares dead at Hawks.

You try your best to ignore it and continue walking towards your house.

After a couple minutes of walking, Hawks speaks up.

“Your house is just around the corner right?”

“Yep, it’s the white house.”

He snickers, “can’t believe I’ll be meeting the president.”

“Trust me when I say Fumikage is not the president.” You say sternly.

“Could I be your body guard, I heard you were hiring- Mrs President~” he says teasingly.

“You’re more like my stalker and less than some bodyguard.”

Hawks face twists into pure horror, sure he always bumps into you but that doesn’t mean he’s a stalker!

though he wouldn’t mind being your stalker in another universe…

You break through this thoughts with your small fit of giggles, laughing about his ‘silly face’ as you put it.

He was just glad you were looking at him.

Finally the both of you made it to your home, Fumikage left a note by the fridge that said he went to some training thing.

He always worried you, you much rather he called than leaving you some cryptic note- but then again you do the same thing.

Hawks picks up the note, reading it over.

“Hard worker ain’t he?” He chuckles quietly.

You smile, “Yea, just like his father.”

Hawks stiffens slightly, “His father?”

“Mhm, we met at the same hero school actually, he was the top of his class.”

Hawks raises his eyebrows in surprise, “You were training to become a hero?”

“Yea, then I found out I was pregnant with Fumikage so…kinda gave up on that pipe dream. That’s why I became a nurse instead, I still wanted to help people y’know?” You say with a soft smile.

Hawks nods with understanding hum.

He’s quiet for a moment, “And then you met Ryuji?”

“I met him when Fumikage was eleven, Ryuji promised me the world when reality he just gave me a rock.” You laugh at your own bad joke.

You hand hawks a bowl filled with the cookie mix and the milk, even though they’re not completely home made it’s a lot easier and less time consuming.

You speak up, “So, how about your love life?”

Hawks can feel himself choke on his own spit, you? Asking about his love life? His day just keeps getting better.

“Actually I’ve never really dated anyone, always too busy.” He sighs.

You gasp a small, “really?!”

He chuckles at your bewilderment.

“I mean I just thought some with your looks would have one by now!”

Hawks ears go red, even after all that training to control his poker face he still can’t resist blushing at a genuine compliment.

He can hear you chuckle, grabbing his ears and tugging slightly.

You giggle, he loves the sound, “Sorry for making you all bashful.”

One of his wings smacks your arm, you chuckle and shake your head then you bring a pan next to Hawks.

“Your done mixing right?”

He nods and you bump him out of the way, taking the bowl and starting to roll the mixture between your hands.

Hawks admires your handy work with content, he likes hanging around with you.

You spot him staring from the corner of your eye, “Need something, birdie?”

His wings flutter softly, “nothing in particular.”

You finish your work and place the cookies into the oven, Turing around face a relaxed Hawks.

Hawks watched you as you lean against the oven, staring back at him.

Hawks speaks quietly,

“Question.”

“Answer.”

“Is Fumikages father in a mental institution?”

Now it was your turn to choke on your own spit, “what?”

“I mean he must be insane for leaving someone like you…”

You laugh, “well aren’t you the charmer?”

“Only for you.”

You pause, is hawks pinning for you or something?

He steps closer towards you, looking away slightly.

You lean more into the oven, “hawks?”

He steps closer, caging you in, “y/n.”

You can feel his breath come in contact with your face, smells minty.

“I-“

The door suddenly opens, “mother, I’m home!”

It’s Fumikage!

…it’s Fumikage, who will soon walk into you and some man on the brink of canoodling.

You push Hawks off quickly, speedily walking over to where Fumikage is supposed to be.

“Fumi! Did you have fun training?” You open your arms for a hug.

Fumikage accepts it and hums.

You kiss the top of his head then ruffle his feathers, “you smell terrible.”

“Mother…”

“Go take a shower, cookies are in the oven.” You say with a smile.

Fumikage nods and starts to walk over to the bathroom, the one that passes the kitchen.

Until a terrifying scream comes from the kitchen, quite high pitched…

“Fumi?!” You call worriedly.

“M-MOTHER THERE IS A MAN IN OUR HOME.” You peek out into the hallway only to see dark shadow out, mostly about to beat the tar out of poor hawks.

You walk over to Fumikage quickly, “hey, hey! He’s just a guest!”

Fumikage retreats towards you, getting a good look at hawks.

He’s quiet, “you…”

Hawks starches the back of his head, “yea it’s me, the number three-“

“You’re the crazy stalker who was on my mother’s balcony!”

Hawks face twists into confusion, “wait what-“

Fumikage whips his head towards you, “Mother you need to call the police immediately!”

You sigh, “Fumi…”

This was the second time hawks had been called a stalker today….

Suddenly a devious plan spawns into your head.

“Fumi, there’s no one there.”

“What?”

You suddenly wave a hand towards hawks in a ‘get out of here’ motion.

“Fumi, look at me.” You grab his face, forcing him to look at you instead of hawks.

“Mama, are you okay…? Clearly there’s a man in our kitchen-“

Hawks suddenly jumps through the window in your kitchen, you didn’t really expect him to do that but okay…

“See Fumi, no one’s there!” You point into the kitchen as Fumikage whips his head to face the kitchen.

“W-what, he- he was just there!” Fumikage whips his head around wildly.

“How about you go cool off in the shower?” You suggest softly.

Fumikage looks down at his hands baffled, “I-i…okay.”

He walks towards the bathroom, closing the door.

You’re surprised that actually worked…

You walk into the kitchen, taking out the cookies that were just saved from being burnt.

Until a small little paper caught your eye, you pick it up and read it, it says a series of numbers.

“text me?” With a cute smiley face next to it.

now you have obtained hawks personal number.

What an eventful day?

Soon Fumikage returns from the bathroom, dressed in one of your old metal shirts from your high school days.

“Cute shirt.” You say sarcastically.

“Looks better on me.” He says sassily.

You wrap your arm around his neck and frazzle all of his feathers.

Fumikage claims that he hates it when you do that but he never resists it.

Fumikage tossed himself down onto the couch with a loud sigh, “y’know I didn’t fall for your whole kitchen trick.”

“Yea I know, smartie pants.” You toss one of the cookies you made towards Fumikage.

He catches it, “why’re you being so friendly with a pro hero..?”

“We keep meeting, next time you see him apologize for that stalker comment also.”

Fumikage takes a bite from the cookie, “can’t take it back if it’s true.”

“Fumikage.”

He sighs, “alright, I will.”

You pick up Fumikages feet and place them into your lap, Turing on one of those cult classic movies that he loves so much.

“Noticed you got Groceries.” Fumikage says Groggily, tired from training most likely.

“Yea, y’know who I saw there?”

Fumikage perks up, “that crazy old lady?”

“Nope, Ryuji.”

Fumikage stiffens slightly, “did he talk to you?”

“Small bit, no harm done.”

Fumikage relaxes slightly, “I should’ve gone with you.”

“It’s no sweat Fumi, your mama can protect herself you know?”

Fumikage sighs and nods, you notice his eyes flutter softly trying his best not to fall asleep.

He does anyway, you’re glad that Fumikage is getting the rest he needs because you want him to always be his best self.

And if Fumikage can never become his best self then you wouldn’t mind, you’d still love him anyways.

You stand and carry Fumikage to his room, placing him into the bed and tucking him in like he was 6 again.

You kiss him temple, and hope he dreams the best of dreams.

Someone who wasn’t doing that at the moment was Hawks.

He barely dreamed so when he went off to slumber land he didn’t expect something so terrifying to meet him there.

Blood and grim, screams of the people he never saved, it always haunted him in some way but never to this extent.

He wakes up in a cold sweat, your weighted blanket only giving him some comfort.

He was never like this before, they were never this intense.

He didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

What horrified him most is that you were in it, you were scared.

Why is he dreaming like this..?

PART FIVE: MOTHER HEN: PART FIVE

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justice-maul · 3 months ago

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14. Caught Masturbating ft. Bucky Barnes X Sugar Daddy Male Reade

Word count: 1,916

Summary: Bucky having a sugar daddy was something no one expected from him not even you but you can’t say you mind it one bit, especially when you walk in on him moaning your name.

Author Note: I just felt the sudden urge to write about this man, and you can’t convince me that he doesn’t love to be praised and spoiled.

Character Scenario/Kink List

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Bucky, Favors for money, fluff and smut (mainly smut), porn with plot, smell kink-ish, making out, masturbation, fingering, p in a, voyeurism, no use of condoms (wrap it before you tap it guys), and breeding

To say you were wealthy was an understatement, you were the CEO of your own company and even had a partnership with the famous Tony Stark and also known to be a very attractive man who was irresistible but there was only one who caught your eye

You’ve never been that interested in someone as much as you were Bucky, he was attractive and hot even when he was stoic and silent and it all started when he finally accepted your offer to go on a date with you after months of flirting and you were ecstatic, to say the least,

You met up at a classic coffee shop he already arrived way before you which he tried to hide but you could obviously tell but decided to not tease him. You both were laughing and having fun and Bucky made a few flirtatious comments here and there which made you happy to see him so relaxed for the first time and you wanted to make him feel better

Bucky and you got some pastries and cookies with your drinks and you paid for every single one not letting Bucky even try to argue with you as you pulled out your card each time with no hesitation

“You… you don’t have to do that you know…”

Bucky said lowly but it was obvious that he liked you paying for him and was touched by the gesture as you just smiled and sat back down waiting for your drinks

“Please, it’s nothing I have a lot of money so why not give it to someone I like?”

“I’ve never dated someone with a lot of money, so it’s a nice change…”

Bucky gives a small smile which you return with a wide grin, usually, he’s more cold and distant but he felt shyer and honestly adorable seeing him a little vulnerable for a change instead of his usual demeanor so you decided to crack a joke

“Your acting as if I’m your sugar daddy or something,”

You laugh at the joke a little and Bucky’s face heat up a little at the thought of you being his “sugar daddy,” he knew you were joking but his cheeks still turned pink as he thinks to himself and accidentally lets his thoughts slip out his mouth

“I wouldn’t mind that though…”

He smiles a little before before his eyes widen and his face reddens even more. Realizing he said something embarrassing and his eyes widened as he stuttered, trying to backtrack

“F-forgot what I said… I-I didn’t mean that…”

This was probably the most nervous and shy you’ve seen him yet which makes you laugh at his reaction, your laugh only worsening his blush and you speak softly putting a hand over his

“I’m surprised you know what a sugar daddy is for a man from the 1940s”

He gives you a look that read ‘Yeah of course I do’ but he still seems embarrassed by his slip-up especially as you put your hand over his and give a small hum as you think to yourself

“Well I suppose I do have a lot of money…”

And that suggestion was all it took for you to become Bucky’s sugar daddy just those simple words and you both agreed to the arrangement, it was more innocent than it was sexual at first, you would spoil him with money and get him anything he wanted and he would go out on dates with you and you’d talk for hours holding his hands, but eventually, it started to become more… intimate

it went from small kisses to full-blown make-outs, fleeting touches to grinding against each other. it was like you both grew needier for the other as your relationship progressed but even then neither of you went further or done more than that despite the fact that you really wanted to but you never wanted to push his limits, little did you know, Bucky wanted it too.

After a long day of work you decided to drop by his apartment work as you had left your jacket there and wanted it back, you let yourself into his apartment, and already having a key to it.

You called out for him but you were met with only silence, you went into the living room but he wasn't in his usual sleeping arrangement on the floor but you were surprised to see or more like hear that he was in his bedroom for once.

Walking closer to the room the noises coming from it becoming more clear, you looked through the cracked door only to find Bucky desperately fisting his cock with his head thrown back as whines and light moans escaped his lips

The sight made your eyes widen and your cock painfully harden behind your pants as you stared at the sight of him, the lights were off but the moon light gave you the most perfect view of him with his head thrown back in ecstasy, the sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead with his legs spread as he tried desperately to get off, using his metal arm which must’ve been warm by now

You were completely frozen in the doorway, you had never seen him naked and only rarely did you see his metal arm but this sight was something else entirely

You were already captivated by the sight of him, Bucky was a good looking man and you'd be lying if you said you haven't fantasized about him; your eyes fell to his other hand which was holding your jacket near his face, his nose buried in your scent as he deeply inhaled your jacket, his eyes fluttering shut and his metal hand tightened its grip around his pulsing cock

You're eyes widened at the sight, you knew there was always tension between you two but you didn't expect this at all coming from him, even if you two would get intimate Bucky still kept up a stoic attitude towards your relationship but this changed everything as you felt your cock harden underneath your pants you couldn't hold back anymore and slowly pushed the door open wider

"O-oh, shit!"

Bucky quickly sat up and pulled the cover over his crotch as he scrambled for the right words to explain what he was just doing with your jacket, his clean hand raking through his hair

"I'm sorry- I was just..." He stuttered clearly embarrassed at the situation

"It's fine Bucky..." you began, also not sure of what to say as you stepped close to his bed "You know... I've been fantasizing about what I'd do to you when I finally got the chance..." you began and slowly unbuttoned your shirt making him swallow his spit

"Yeah?... and... what did you imagine doing to me?..." he said looking up at you with the same glazed over eyes he had before as his eyes raked over your now bare torso hungrily

"Well I could tell you, or better yet I can show you," you suggested as you fully pulled off your shirt and watched as he slowly pulled the cover over from his crotch again, revealing his red and needy cock that was already leaking beads as he nodded slowly to you

You leaned in, slotting your mouth over his and tangling a hand in his hair making him moan into your mouth and grasp at your shoulders pulling you down on the bed with him, you unbuckled your pants with one hand and traced the seam of his lips with your tongue silently begging for entry

His lips parted for your tongue, granting you permission and you let out a low guttural groan at the taste of him, throwing your pants aside and moving down to kiss his jawline as you got in the bed with him, his arms wrapped around your broad shoulders, his nails slightly digging into your skin, and the the metal arm gripping you as you moved to his earlobe, nipping and sucking on it lightly

"Y/n... please, don't tease..." Bucky whined softly, a noise you haven't heard from him before but god did it make your pants feel awfully tight. Unable to hold back anymore you got between his thighs, spreading his bare pale legs, your hand rubbed along the inside of his sensitive thigh, feeling how hard and yet soft his muscles were flexing under you

Bucky's cock was still hard, his tip an angry red from not being able to cum yet, you wrapped your hand around his cock, slowly but firmly pumping him, making him whimper again "O-oh fuck..." his head rested back against the headboard as your other hand slowly traced around his rim, using his precum as lube as you began pushing into his tight ring causing him to moan and cuss under his breath as you began fingering his tight puckered hole

"You can... fit a few more in already pretty loose..." he admitted shyly, letting you know that he probably already loosened himself up as you added in another finger to test it, his hole taking it in eagerly making you add another, as you pumped his cock, rubbing his red angry tip making him moan out in surprise and pleasure

It wasn't long before he came all over your hand, his breathe shaky as you rubbed his cum over your cock, using it as lube as you slowly pushed inside him, stretching him out deliciously as you began slowly and cautiously snapping your hips against him until your length was fully enveloped by his hole clenching around you

You leaned in kissing him again, as you began rocking your hips against him, holding his hips in your hands as you angled your hips to hit his prostate dead on, making him cry out against your lips and nails dig into your back as he clenched tighter around you, his mouth fell open as you began rutting against his sweet spot, letting your tongue slip in and explore the depths of his mouth his metal hand carded your hair as he tried to get a hold on himself

The way you fucked him had him feeling crazy, it wasn't like anything he's ever felt before, sure he's had sex but not in a while, and definitely not this good. You moved rough and slow against him fucking his hole making breathy whines leave his throat as you palmed his pecs, using them to help you as you fucked into him

"I'm gonna cum soon," you said thrusting faster, chasing yours and his release, making his hole grow more sloppy and your breaths more ragged before you both finally climaxed

"Fuckkkk" you groaned and Bucky did the same as you continued thrusting slowly into him to prolong your release, his cum spilled out on his abdomen as his chest heaved and you pulled your cock out, watching your cum trickle out of his messy hole making him whine at the feeling of being empty

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his head, cleaning the two of you up as you best could and wrapping an arm around him from behind as you got under the covers with him "You know, my imagination didn't compare to the real thing..." he said softly making you chuckle

"Oh I'm glad, but I think we can explore a few more other fantasies." you said cheekily and he giggled and nodded as you both settled into the bed and cuddled

Bucky and you began officially dating after that, you still spoiled him and treated him like your sugar baby but it was a loving one, and getting to the fuck the man of your dreams whenever isn't exactly a complaint from you

(Idk how to end this fic so yeah, thanks for reading!)

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sadistic-kiss · 5 months ago

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🐺House of Alphas🐺

Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

~Chapter 37~

…

Nanami stifled his laugh while waving his hand, “I’m sorry I’m sorry, please forgive me, sweetheart, you were so tense when you asked me such a question. You couldn’t even look at me.”

Gah- you still can’t. You dropped your gaze again but this time Nanami shifted so he could reach his hand in your view, palm faced upward. What was he doing? Did he want your hand? You were about to give it to him before he slowly lifted his hand, your chin guided within its path until you were looking at his hazel orbs.

“Besides I had to get you back for teasing me first.”

“Fine fine, we are even~.”

“Good… now…You asked what I like…” His gaze rests upon you for a while, like the gears in his head were turning in the opposite direction, until finally, he says, “I suppose it’s you…I like you. Whatever you like.”

You slowly shook your head, no that’s his cookie-cutter answer. His vanilla answer. You accept it in the game, you had to…but you want to push further than that. Deeper. “No… not that…I want to know what…. Kento likes… the Kento that has no control….” You poke at his chest lightly. “What do you really like? You, said… you were much like me… afraid of losing control…well,” you pop your lips feeling quite brave while throwing his hypocrisy back at him, “I want you to let go…I don’t want you to think, I want you to be greedy.”

Nanami stared at you with something dark swirling behind his eyes. “…You… want…my sinful desires? My greed?” He was locked in just as much as you were yet he seemed hesitant. Like he wanted to pull away and shut himself off.

Woah- what just happened…his tone had shifted and his eyes grew into that crazed glow that your alphas get when they are deep in lust. But…Why did he look… almost… wilder? Dare you say- scarier- this was a look you had never seen upon him. Ever-

Are you in danger?

He looked so sweet like an Angel but within the same breath dangerous like the devil.

-but then it was corrected into your alpha's normal expression. “You couldn’t possibly-“

“Yes…” you pushed on, too deep to go back now. Or maybe you don’t want to go back. “…Tell me… what my alpha Kento likes…”

A light smile touched the blonde’s lips, “What I like…”

“Don’t hold back, tell me everything. I’m a big girl I can handle it.” You joked lightly seeing his face relax a bit.

He clicked his tongue, gaze flowing over your form before coming back to your eyes, “…One thing I like…no…” His eyebrows furrowed as if he just did you a great disservice, “-love… I love when you look at me…” Your breath is taken away as he speaks, an electric current connects your eyes with his own. Pulsing through his touch and his words as he caresses you with them. “I love… when you say my name… Kento…it sounds so beautiful coming from your lips…”

It was all so sweet.

He then sweeps his arm down to grab your hand that was wringing your dress dry. “But I suppose…” Using your hand he shifts your dress out of the way so that you are touching your very drenched panties.

“Ah-“ you gasped, your fingers forced (not really) to rub your cunt.

And then he shifted into something else-

“…You want to know what makes my cock hard…hm?” You let out a whine. He had you stroke yourself slow… and teasingly, you were already so close to the edge without a clue as to how you got there and when. You were so caught up in his design… seeing him in a different light. Piece by piece being chipped away to reveal something else. You don’t know who this man is, yet you did at the same time. “…What I truly want to do to you. I never…think about it…My sick thoughts I keep locked away… I would be afraid to scare you.”

You were close…you were so close. Your eyes now glossy and blurry.

Nanami chuckled deviously going faster, “You’re doing it again… Holding your breath. I always wonder if you’d pass out…if I were to relinquish all control like you would have me do, I would fuck you until you woke back up and pass out again. Would you dream of me fucking you? Would you whisper my name in your sleep my little bird ?”

“Ah-“ your eyes rolled and just as you felt your undoing Nanami snatched your hand away causing you to gasp life into your lungs followed by a deep moan of disappointment. “N-Nanami-!”

You blinked fresh tears as you looked up to find your handsome sweet alpha giving you the most insane smile you had ever seen, eyes blown behind blonde hair. His appearance akin to lunatic Gojo.

He spoke quickly as his eyes lit up like he had just discovered something, “Sorry little bird but I believe I want you cumming on my tongue- ah yes… I’ve been salivating over it this whole time haha~ -if you would have left me I would have been happy with the fragrace you’ve graced me. I probably would have spent all my cum into my hand until it went away- wondering how delightfully you would have tasted-yes- yes I want it- I want as much as you can give me, whatever you have to offer- not a drop of it should go to waste- would you be such a dear?”

You could barely keep up- what the Satoru 2.0. “Is-is that what you-Ai!”

“Yes!” Nanami yanked you by your wrist as he fell onto his back, “-more than anything!”

Feral Nanami anyone?

~Read More~

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anniebeemine · 3 months ago

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It Takes A Village- Part Two

Age: 5-12

Part One

Spencer and Naomi Reid became a powerful duo. Unless he was fighting crime somewhere in America, he had his daughter everywhere he went. Thick as thieves, two peas in a pod, however you decided to phrase it, that’s who they were.

It worked partly through his ability to adapt and build his life around her, partly through her easy going nature, and mostly to Mrs. Patterson who lived across the hall. The elderly woman who had become like a mother and grandmother to the duo.

Mrs. Patterson, with her silver hair neatly pinned back and a warm smile that seemed to always be ready, had taken to Naomi as if she were her own granddaughter. The bond between them was immediate and effortless, almost as if fate had placed them in each other's paths.

Spencer's work often demanded odd hours and sudden trips, leaving little time to worry about the day-to-day logistics of parenting. Mrs. Patterson stepped in without hesitation, her apartment door always open for Naomi. She was a source of comfort and stability, offering after-school snacks, helping with homework, or simply being a listening ear when Naomi wanted to share stories about her day. Her presence allowed Spencer to focus on his work, knowing that his daughter was in safe, loving hands.

For Naomi, Mrs. Patterson became a confidante and a mentor. She would often tell Naomi stories from her own childhood, tales of a different time that captured Naomi's vivid imagination. They would bake cookies together, Mrs. Patterson guiding Naomi's small hands as they rolled out the dough, or they would sit in the cozy living room, reading books aloud. Naomi loved these moments, finding in Mrs. Patterson a kindred spirit who seemed to understand her in ways that were both surprising and comforting.

The relationship between Spencer and Mrs. Patterson also grew. He was initially hesitant to accept so much help, but over time, he saw how much Naomi thrived under her care. He found himself stopping by Mrs. Patterson's apartment more often, just to chat or to thank her for being there. Their conversations, which started with discussions about Naomi's day or a new recipe Mrs. Patterson had tried, eventually deepened into talks about life, loss, and the challenges of single parenting.

Spencer's respect and gratitude for Mrs. Patterson grew with each passing day. She had become more than just a neighbor; she was family. And in many ways, she filled the gaps in Naomi's life that Spencer worried he couldn't cover alone.

One Saturday afternoon, Spencer and Naomi were returning home from a day filled with laughter and face painting at the local park's annual fair. Naomi had insisted they both get their faces painted—hers as a lion, fierce and proud, while Spencer had been transformed into a tiger. The two of them had drawn smiles and chuckles as they wandered through the fair, Spencer trying his best to match Naomi’s enthusiasm as she led him from one booth to another.

As they approached their apartment building, still riding the high of their day out, they noticed a woman standing outside the entrance. She was older, with graying hair and a kind face, but there was an unmistakable air of sadness about her. Naomi, ever curious, bounced ahead, her lion’s mane of painted whiskers and golden fur still intact. Spencer quickly recognized the woman as Mrs. Patterson’s daughter, a person he had only met briefly before.

“Naomi, why don’t you head inside and grab your coloring book?” Spencer suggested gently, sensing that the conversation ahead might not be one for young ears. Naomi hesitated, looking up at her father with a small frown, but he gave her a reassuring nod. Reluctantly, she agreed and skipped inside, leaving Spencer to face Mrs. Patterson’s daughter alone.

“Hello,” Spencer greeted, trying to keep his tone neutral, though his stomach was already tightening with a sense of foreboding. “Is everything okay?”

The woman smiled softly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Hello, Dr. Reid. I’m sorry to just show up like this, but I wanted to speak with you before anyone else did.” She paused, glancing at the door where Naomi had disappeared. “My mother… Mrs. Patterson… she’s moving out. We’re relocating her to live closer to me and my family. It’s not something we planned, but… her health isn’t what it used to be.”

The news hit Spencer harder than he expected. Mrs. Patterson had been a constant in their lives, a stable presence that made both his and Naomi’s world feel a little more secure. The thought of losing her, even just as a neighbor, was unsettling. “I see,” he said quietly, trying to mask his concern. “Does she know yet?”

The woman nodded. “She does. And she wanted to tell you herself, but she’s having a hard time with the idea of leaving. I thought it might be easier if you heard it from me first.”

Spencer took a deep breath, trying to process the implications. Mrs. Patterson’s departure would be a significant change, especially for Naomi, who had grown so close to her. “I appreciate you telling me,” he finally said. “Naomi… she’s going to take this hard.”

“I know,” the woman replied sympathetically. “But you’ll have some time to prepare her. We’re not moving for another week or so. My mother would love to spend some time with Naomi before she goes.”

Spencer nodded, his mind already racing with thoughts of how to explain this to his daughter. “Of course. We’ll make sure to do that.”

They exchanged a few more words before the woman left, and Spencer stood there for a moment, staring at the door, trying to gather himself. He knew Naomi would be waiting inside, likely coloring away, her mind still full of the fun they’d had at the fair. It pained him to think about how that joy would soon be shadowed by the news he had to deliver.

When he finally went inside, Naomi was sprawled on the living room floor, her coloring book open to a page full of animals. She looked up as he entered, a bright smile on her face, her lion makeup still mostly intact. “Did you talk to her, Daddy?”

Spencer forced a smile and sat down beside her, ruffling her hair gently. “I did, sweetheart. Mrs. Patterson’s daughter was just letting me know something important.”

Naomi blinked up at him, her eyes curious. “What’s important?”

Spencer hesitated, unsure of how to put it in a way that would be gentle but honest. “Mrs. Patterson is going to move to live closer to her daughter. She won’t be living next door anymore.”

Naomi’s smile faltered, and she sat up straighter, her brow furrowing. “Why does she have to go? I don’t want her to leave.”

Spencer pulled her into his lap, holding her close as he felt the weight of her words. “I know, Naomi. It’s hard. But sometimes, people have to move for different reasons. Mrs. Patterson isn’t feeling as strong as she used to, and her daughter wants to take care of her. It’s because she loves her, just like I love you.”

Naomi was quiet for a moment, her head resting against his chest. “Will I still see her?”

Spencer swallowed the lump in his throat. “We can visit her when we can. And she’ll want to see you before she moves, to spend some special time together.”

Naomi nodded slowly, but Spencer could feel the tension in her small body, the beginning of an understanding that things were changing. He held her close, wishing he could protect her from every difficult moment life would throw their way, but knowing he couldn’t. All he could do was be there, as steady as he could be, for her.

The week passed quickly, with Mrs. Patterson and Naomi spending as much time together as possible. They baked cookies, watched movies, and shared stories, creating memories that Spencer hoped would last in Naomi’s heart for years to come. On the day Mrs. Patterson finally moved out, Naomi hugged her tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, and Spencer felt his own heart breaking at the sight.

Naomi didn’t sleep well for the next few nights. Each night, Spencer would tuck her in, read her a story, and kiss her goodnight, but within an hour, she would quietly appear in the doorway of his room. Her small figure, framed by the nightlight in the hallway, seemed even tinier in those moments.

“Daddy,” she would whisper, her voice soft and hesitant. “Can I sleep in your bed?”

And each time, Spencer’s heart would squeeze with a mix of love and concern. He never hesitated in his response. “Of course, sweetheart,” he’d say, lifting the covers and making room for her beside him.

Naomi would climb into the bed, curling up next to him, her little body pressed close as if seeking the reassurance that everything would be okay. Spencer would drape an arm around her, feeling the rapid beat of her heart slowly calm as she settled in. Sometimes she would drift off quickly, her breathing evening out as she fell into a deeper sleep, but other times, she would lie awake, her eyes open in the dim light, staring at nothing in particular.

Spencer knew that she was processing the change in her own way, grappling with the unfamiliar feeling of loss. He considered taking her to get professional help, a child therapist who could help her through her complex feelings in a way he couldn’t. He knew that as much as he loved his daughter, there were things she might not be able to express to him, no matter how close they were. A professional could give her tools to understand and cope with the sadness she was feeling. He decided to give her one more week to adjust. He kept a close eye on her, watching for any signs that she might need more help than he could provide. Each night, when she appeared in his doorway, he welcomed her into his bed without hesitation, knowing that for now, she just needed to feel safe and close to him. By day five, he noticed changes. Naomi started sleeping better, staying in her own bed at night. She seemed less on edge and started to laugh more.

Then, she started school. Preschool had worked wonders for Naomi. The structured environment, the new friends, and the variety of activities gave her a sense of excitement and independence. She quickly adapted to the routines, eagerly learning her letters and numbers, proudly bringing home scribbled drawings and art projects that she insisted be displayed on the refrigerator.

Naomi thrived in the classroom, her natural curiosity and easygoing nature making her a favorite among the teachers. She loved storytime, where she could listen to new tales and sometimes make up her own endings. Spencer would often find her sitting cross-legged on the floor, a picture book spread out in front of her, her little finger tracing the illustrations as she quietly narrated the story to herself.

Socially, Naomi blossomed. She made friends easily, her friendly demeanor drawing others to her. She was often at the center of playtime, whether it was building block towers, playing dress-up, or creating elaborate games of pretend. The other children gravitated toward her, and she quickly formed close bonds with a few of her classmates. Spencer was grateful for this, knowing how important it was for her to build these early relationships.

At home, Naomi’s confidence grew as she shared stories about her day, recounting who she played with and what she learned. Spencer would listen intently, asking questions and marveling at how much she was growing, both intellectually and socially. He could see that preschool had given her a new sense of independence, a budding confidence that she carried with her outside the classroom.

Of course, there were challenges too. There were mornings when Naomi would cling to Spencer’s leg, reluctant to let go, tears welling in her eyes as she pleaded to stay home. Those moments tugged at his heart, but he knew it was all part of the process. He would kneel down, reassuring her that she would have a great day and that he would be there to pick her up afterward. With a final hug, she would eventually let go, waving goodbye with a hesitant smile.

As the school year progressed, these tearful goodbyes became less frequent. Naomi began to eagerly look forward to her days at school, excited about the new things she would learn and the fun she would have with her friends. She began to take pride in her accomplishments, beaming when she showed Spencer the stars and smiley faces her teacher had drawn on her work.

Naomi’s fifth birthday arrived with the first blush of summer, a time of warmth and endless possibilities. The days were getting longer, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. For Naomi, the excitement of turning five was magnified by the fact that she was in the middle of a full-blown cowboy phase. For weeks now, everything had revolved around the wild, wild West—she wore her cowboy hat everywhere, demanded bedtime stories about outlaws and sheriffs, and insisted on calling Spencer "Pa." It was a phase that Spencer found both amusing and endearing, even if it meant listening to the twang of a pretend Southern drawl over breakfast every morning.

Spencer had thrown himself into planning the perfect cowboy-themed party, wanting to make this birthday one she would remember. He’d spent hours researching decorations, games, and the best places to find a cake that looked like a cowboy hat. When the big day finally arrived, he could see the excitement bubbling in Naomi, her eyes wide with anticipation as they pulled up to Rossi’s house. The party was set to take place in Rossi's spacious backyard, an ideal setting for the little cowboys and cowgirls who would soon be running around.

The backyard had been transformed into a miniature Old West, with hay bales scattered around, a cardboard saloon, and a “Wanted” poster with Naomi’s face on it that read “Wanted: For Being the Best Birthday Girl.” Rossi, ever the gracious host, had drawn the curtains inside his house, declaring the backyard off-limits until all the guests had arrived. Naomi could hardly contain her excitement, bouncing on the balls of her feet as each friend and family member trickled in.

When the party was in full swing, the kids quickly took to the games Spencer had set up. "Pin the Tail on the Donkey" was a hit, the children giggling as they took turns being spun around, trying to find the poster with the wobbly donkey. Derek, who had arrived early, had presented Naomi with a pair of fake spurs as soon as she walked through the door. She adored them immediately, strapping them to her little boots and parading around with a newfound swagger.

As the afternoon wore on, the children’s laughter filled the yard, blending with the sounds of country music playing softly in the background. Spencer watched Naomi closely, a smile tugging at his lips as he saw her glowing with happiness. This was her day, and he was determined to make every moment special.

When it was time for cake, the children gathered around the picnic table, eagerly eyeing the cake that had been crafted to look like a cowboy hat, complete with a bandana. Naomi’s face lit up as everyone sang “Happy Birthday,” her cheeks flushed with excitement. She blew out the candles with one big puff, and the cake was quickly devoured by a crowd of sticky, happy children.

After the cake was gone, it was time for presents. Naomi tore into them with enthusiasm, her eyes wide with wonder at each new gift. Dolls, books, and more cowboy-themed toys piled up around her. But just when she thought the surprises were over, Rossi stood up and cleared his throat.

“There’s one more thing, Naomi,” Rossi announced, his voice carrying over the excited chatter. He extended his hand to her, and together, they walked toward the back gate. The rest of the guests followed, curiosity piqued. Spencer stayed behind, watching with anticipation. Suddenly, a high-pitched scream of excitement echoed through the yard. Naomi came running back, her eyes shining with delight.

Rossi had outdone himself. Standing in the backyard, just beyond the gate, was a small, gentle pony, perfectly sized for the young cowboys and cowgirls at the party. The children erupted into cheers, rushing forward to get a closer look. Naomi was speechless, her hands covering her mouth as she stared in awe at the pony.

“She doesn’t have a name,” Rossi explained, handing Naomi a brush. “You get to name her, Naomi.”

For a moment, Naomi was struck silent, her mind clearly racing as she considered the possibilities. The adults around her exchanged knowing smiles, sensing the weight of this important decision. Finally, Naomi looked up, a smile spreading across her face. “Earl,” she declared with confidence. “Her name is Earl.”

The party guests couldn’t help but chuckle at the unexpected name, and even Spencer laughed, shaking his head in amused disbelief. Naomi, however, was completely serious, already brushing Earl’s mane with the utmost care.

The children took turns riding Earl, their faces lit with joy as they experienced the thrill of sitting atop the pony. Even those who were a little nervous at first quickly warmed up, the pony’s calm demeanor putting them at ease. After the rides, they fed her bits of apple and carrot, giggling as the pony’s lips tickled their hands. Naomi was in her element, the center of attention, her cowboy hat firmly in place as she showed off her newfound skills as a horsewoman.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the yard, the party began to wind down. The children were reluctant to leave, still buzzing with the excitement of the day. Naomi, however, was content, a wide smile on her face as she leaned against Spencer’s leg, her cowboy hat tilted jauntily to one side.

That night, after the last guest had left and the backyard had been returned to its usual state, Naomi asked Spencer the question he had been expecting. “Pa, can I have a pet horse?”

Spencer couldn’t help but smile at her earnestness, even as he gently explained the logistics. “We’ll think about it, sweetheart,” he said, knowing full well that their apartment wasn’t exactly horse-friendly. Naomi accepted this with a nod, her eyes already drooping with exhaustion.

As he tucked her into bed that night, Spencer couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. Today had been perfect—Naomi had been the happiest he’d ever seen her. He bent down to kiss her forehead, whispering a soft goodnight before quietly leaving the room.

The house was silent as Spencer retreated to the living room, the events of the day still playing in his mind. He poured himself a cup of coffee, staring out the window as the city lights twinkled in the distance. He thought of how much Naomi had grown in the past year, how she had embraced her cowboy phase with the same enthusiasm she brought to everything in life. She was becoming her own person, with her own likes, dislikes, and quirks.

Spencer knew that he couldn’t be prouder of the young girl Naomi was becoming. She was brave, kind, and full of life, and he was grateful every day that he got to be her father.

As the golden days of summer gradually faded into the crisp mornings of autumn, the time came for Naomi to start elementary school. The transition from the carefree days of her cowboy adventures to the structured world of school was met with a mix of nerves and excitement. Naomi, with her backpack almost as big as she was, eagerly looked forward to the new experiences that awaited her, though a small part of her still clung to the familiar comforts of home.

Spencer could see the anticipation in her wide eyes as they pulled up to the school for the open house. The halls were filled with the chatter of parents and children, the air buzzing with the energy of new beginnings. As they made their way to Naomi’s classroom, Spencer felt a twinge of nostalgia. His little girl was growing up, stepping into a world that, while exciting, would slowly begin to shape her in ways beyond his control.

They were greeted by Mrs. Stevens, Naomi’s kindergarten teacher, who immediately knelt down to Naomi’s level with a warm smile. Mrs. Stevens had a gentle demeanor that put both of them at ease. She spoke softly to Naomi, asking about her favorite colors and what she liked to do for fun. Naomi, ever the social butterfly, answered confidently, her nerves slowly melting away. Spencer watched with a quiet pride, though a small part of him still worried about how she would fare in this new environment.

As they toured the classroom, Spencer found himself getting caught up in the small details—the tiny chairs and desks, the colorful alphabet letters lining the walls, the cubbies where each child’s belongings would be stored. It was a new world, one that Naomi would navigate without him by her side every day. And as he listened to her chatter excitedly about the books in the reading corner and the art supplies on the shelves, he couldn’t help but notice that she called him "Dad" instead of "Pa."

It was a small change, one that had crept up on him without notice, but it hit him with a surprising pang of sadness. The cowboy phase had faded away, along with the endearing nickname she’d used so proudly. Spencer knew that these things came and went, part of the natural process of growing up, but it still felt like a loss. He cherished every phase, every quirk and habit that made Naomi who she was, and the thought of her leaving any part of that behind was bittersweet.

The first day of school arrived quickly, and Spencer found himself lingering a little longer than necessary as he dropped Naomi off. She was eager to join her classmates, her backpack bouncing as she ran towards the playground, but she still turned back to give him one last wave before disappearing into the crowd. Spencer stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of the moment. His little girl was no longer so little, and the world she was stepping into was one she would increasingly navigate on her own.

As the months passed, Naomi adjusted to school life with ease. She made friends quickly, her outgoing nature and bright smile winning over her classmates and teachers alike. Spencer would often hear her animated retellings of the day’s events over dinner, her enthusiasm infectious. And while he missed the days when she would curl up in his lap with a storybook, he couldn’t deny how proud he was of the person she was becoming.

Then came the day that would mark the beginning of a new chapter in Naomi’s life—her introduction to swimming. It all started when she was invited to a birthday party at the local community pool. The day had been a whirlwind of laughter and splashing, and Naomi had taken to the water like she was born for it. Spencer watched from the sidelines, his heart swelling with pride as she fearlessly dove under the water, her small form cutting through the waves with surprising agility.

That evening, as they drove home, Naomi’s excitement was palpable. “Dad,” she had said, her voice full of determination, “I want to join a swim team.”

Spencer had looked at her, surprised by the sudden request, but he could see the seriousness in her eyes. This wasn’t just a fleeting interest—Naomi was genuinely passionate about swimming. He thought back to his own childhood, remembering the importance of having something to be passionate about, something that gave you a sense of purpose. How could he say no?

And so, at the age of seven, Naomi joined the local swim team. From that moment on, Spencer’s schedule became filled with early morning practices and weekend meets. He became well-acquainted with the smell of chlorine and the sound of splashing water echoing off the walls of the pool. Every practice, he was there, driving her to and from the pool, cheering her on from the bleachers.

The first time Naomi competed in a swim meet, Spencer almost didn’t make it in time. He had been caught up at work, the clock ticking down faster than he anticipated. By the time he arrived, the meet had already begun, and his heart sank as he imagined Naomi searching for him in the crowd, only to find an empty spot where he should have been.

But as he burst through the doors and ran to the pool, he caught sight of her just as she was about to dive in. He held his breath as she leaped into the water, her form sleek and determined. She moved with grace, her strokes powerful for someone so small. Spencer’s eyes followed her every move, his heart pounding with a mix of pride and regret.

When she finally surfaced at the end of her race, Spencer could see the moment her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for him. He felt a sharp pang of guilt as her expression faltered when she didn’t immediately spot him. But then, their eyes met, and her face lit up with relief. He stood there, waving frantically, and as she climbed out of the pool, he rushed to her side, pulling her into a proud hug despite her protests about being soaked.

“I don’t care,” he had said, his voice full of love and pride. “You were amazing.”

And she was. Spencer couldn’t have been prouder of his daughter. From cowboy-themed birthday parties to school achievements, and now to swimming competitions, Naomi was growing up in front of his eyes, becoming someone strong, passionate, and resilient. Watching her interact with Henry and Jack, hiding her Uno cards with a mischievous grin, Spencer couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride—and, yes, a little bit of ego—as he realized that he was doing something right. Naomi was turning into a remarkable young person, and he was there, every step of the way, watching her become the best version of herself.

Spencer knew most of this was because of his village. His friends picked up his reports so he could make it swim meets and parent teacher conferences. JJ had been there from the very beginning, guiding Spencer through the early years with the wisdom that only a mother could provide. She was always ready with advice, whether it was about choosing the right preschool or dealing with the sleepless nights that came with teething. Naomi adored JJ, often referring to her as "Aunt JJ" with a smile that mirrored JJ's own. JJ was the one who introduced Naomi to the joys of baking, spending countless afternoons in Spencer's kitchen, teaching her how to measure flour and crack eggs. Spencer would often return from work to find the two of them covered in flour, with a batch of cookies cooling on the counter and Naomi proudly holding up her latest creation for him to taste.

Emily was the cool, adventurous aunt who always seemed to know exactly what Naomi needed. When Naomi went through a phase of feeling out of place at school, it was Emily who took her on "girls' days out," reminding her of her own strength and uniqueness. Emily encouraged Naomi to embrace her individuality, whether it was through trying new sports, like fencing or rock climbing, or simply teaching her to stand up for herself when she felt unsure. Spencer admired how Emily could always bring a sense of adventure and confidence into Naomi's life, helping her see the world as a place full of possibilities.

Penelope Garcia, with her vibrant personality and endless creativity, was a beacon of light in Naomi's life. She introduced Naomi to the world of arts and crafts, helping her channel her emotions into colorful creations that filled their home. Penelope's office at the BAU became a second home for Naomi, a place where she could express herself freely with paints, markers, and glitter. It was Penelope who designed the invitations for Naomi's birthday parties, complete with animated animals and vibrant fonts that perfectly captured the joy of childhood. Spencer knew that Penelope’s influence had nurtured Naomi’s creative spirit, and he was grateful for the countless hours she spent fostering that side of his daughter.

Derek Morgan was the one who taught Naomi about physical strength and perseverance. He would often take her to the park, where they would spend hours playing games that involved running, climbing, and testing her physical limits. Derek also had a way of making Naomi laugh, often lifting her spirits when she was feeling down. He was the one who encouraged her to join the swim team, telling her that with hard work and determination, she could achieve anything. Spencer knew that Derek was teaching Naomi the importance of resilience and that she was learning valuable life lessons from him.

Rossi was the wise, grandfatherly figure in Naomi’s life. He offered Spencer guidance on parenting with a gentle hand, sharing stories from his own experiences as a father and grandfather. Rossi's home became a place of comfort for Naomi, where she could enjoy a meal with "Uncle Dave" and listen to his stories about Italy, family, and life. Rossi also instilled in Naomi a love for history and culture, often taking her to museums and introducing her to books that expanded her understanding of the world. Spencer appreciated how Rossi provided Naomi with a sense of stability and tradition, enriching her life with experiences that she would carry with her forever.

And then there was Hotch, whose quiet strength and unwavering support made him a rock in Spencer’s life. Hotch understood the challenges of balancing work and fatherhood better than anyone, having been a single father himself. He was always there to offer Spencer advice on how to manage the demands of both roles, and he never hesitated to adjust Spencer's work schedule when Naomi needed him. Hotch also had a special bond with Naomi, often spending time with her while Spencer was in the field. Naomi looked up to Hotch, admiring his calm demeanor and strong sense of justice. Spencer knew that Hotch was helping to shape Naomi’s understanding of right and wrong, and he was grateful for the moral compass that Hotch provided.

Together, this village of team members helped Spencer raise Naomi, each contributing in their own unique way to her growth and development. They were there for the big moments, like her first day of school and her swim meets, and the small ones, like helping her with homework or cheering her up after a tough day. They shared in the joys and challenges of parenthood, making sure that neither Spencer nor Naomi ever felt alone.

As Naomi grew older, Spencer began to notice the subtle and not-so-subtle physical changes that marked her transition from a little girl into a young woman. It was a bittersweet realization for him, watching her grow up so quickly, but it also filled him with pride.

One of the first things Spencer noticed was how tall Naomi was becoming. It seemed like every few months she would shoot up another inch, her legs growing longer and her posture more confident. By the time she was seven or eight, it was clear that she would be tall, likely taking after him in that regard. Spencer often found himself marveling at how she had gone from the tiny toddler who used to cling to his leg to a tall, graceful girl who moved with a natural ease.

Swimming played a significant role in Naomi's physical development. The hours she spent in the pool, practicing her strokes and building her endurance, began to shape her body in ways that were both powerful and beautiful. Spencer could see the definition in her shoulders and arms, the way her muscles had grown strong and lean from the rigorous training. Her core became more toned, and her legs—already long—grew stronger, propelling her through the water with increasing speed and agility.

He also noticed how swimming affected Naomi’s eating habits. With guidance from Derek, who was no stranger to maintaining a healthy physique, and JJ, who was always mindful of nutrition, Spencer made sure that Naomi was eating well to support her growing body. They emphasized the importance of balanced meals, rich in the nutrients that would fuel her swimming and her everyday activities. Spencer took to packing her lunches with care, including a variety of fruits, vegetables, and proteins that would give her the energy she needed. He even started cooking more at home, experimenting with new recipes that were both healthy and delicious, making mealtime something they could both enjoy.

Despite these changes, there were aspects of Naomi that remained constant, like her dark hair. It was still the same deep shade, a trait she had inherited from her mother, and Spencer often found himself running his fingers through it as he used to when she was a baby. Sometimes, when Naomi was lost in thought or concentrating on something, she would make a particular expression that looked so much like her mother that it would catch Spencer off guard. It was in the way her brows furrowed slightly, or the way her lips pressed together in a small, determined line. These moments were both a comfort and a reminder of the woman they had lost, and they often made Spencer pause, his heart tugging at the memory.

As Naomi grew older, questions about her mother became more frequent, surfacing at different stages of her young life. They were questions Spencer knew would come eventually, but each time they did, they still felt like a punch to the gut.

One of the first instances occurred when Naomi was in kindergarten. It was an innocent enough setting, the children were playing during free time, and Spencer had been hopeful that Naomi would have a good day. But when she came home that afternoon, there was a noticeable shift in her mood. She was quieter than usual, her usual bubbly chatter absent as she trudged through the front door. Spencer had tried to get her to talk, but she had simply shrugged and retreated to her room.

Later that evening, after some gentle coaxing, Naomi finally admitted what had happened. One of the other kids had asked her if she was an orphan, a term Naomi had only heard in passing from a movie. The word had felt heavy on her small shoulders, and even though she didn’t fully understand its meaning, she knew it was something negative. Spencer had reassured her that she wasn’t an orphan, that she had him, and he would always be there for her. But the incident left a lingering sadness in Naomi, and it planted a seed of curiosity about the mother she had never known.

As she progressed through elementary school, the questions became more pointed. By the time she reached third grade, Naomi had developed a deeper understanding of the concept of family. She knew that most of her friends had both a mom and a dad, and she couldn’t help but notice the absence of a mother in her own life. Occasionally, she would ask Spencer about her mom, her questions tentative, as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answers. Spencer would always do his best to explain that her mother had loved her very much, but it was complicated, and it took a lot to be a mom. Naomi would usually accept his answers, though sometimes with a lingering sadness that broke his heart.

The situation came to a head one year in the third grade, just after Mother’s Day. Naomi had been excited to give Spencer the little craft she’d made at school—a hand-drawn card and a macaroni necklace. But the day after Mother’s Day was the annual Mother’s Day lunch at her school, a tradition where each child would invite their mother to share a special meal with them in the cafeteria. It was a celebration that most of the kids looked forward to, but for Naomi, it was a source of dread.

That morning, Naomi had woken up in a foul mood. She was sullen during breakfast, picking at her cereal, and when Spencer gently reminded her to get ready for school, she exploded in a rare tantrum. She screamed and cried, demanding to stay home, insisting that she didn’t want to go to school that day. Spencer was taken aback by the intensity of her reaction, and after a few minutes of trying to calm her down, Naomi finally revealed the reason for her distress.

“I don’t want to go because there’s a blank space next to my name!” she had cried, her small hands balled into fists. “All the other kids have their mom’s name, but mine is empty! I don’t want to go! Everyone’s going to see it!”

Spencer’s heart broke as he realized what Naomi was going through. He had known about the Mother’s Day lunch, of course, but it hadn’t occurred to him how it would affect Naomi so deeply. The thought of his little girl sitting alone in a room full of kids and their moms, with a blank space next to her name, was almost too much to bear.

In that moment, Spencer wanted nothing more than to protect Naomi from the pain she was feeling. He knelt down beside her, pulling her into a tight hug as she sobbed into his shoulder. He assured her that it was okay to feel sad and that she didn’t have to go if she didn’t want to. Naomi had eventually calmed down, but the hurt lingered in her eyes.

That day, Spencer kept Naomi home from school. They spent the day together, taking a walk through the park and getting ice cream, but the shadow of the blank space next to her name hung over them both. Spencer wished he could erase that hurt from Naomi’s life, but he knew that it was something she would have to face as she grew older. It was a painful reminder of the complexities of their situation, and it left him feeling helpless in a way he hadn’t experienced since becoming a father.

As Naomi grew and continued to navigate life without a mother, Spencer did his best to fill the void. He knew he could never be both parents, but he tried to make sure Naomi always felt loved, supported, and cherished. Yet, despite his best efforts, there were times when he felt like he was failing her. Seeing her struggle with questions about her mother, watching her face the reality of that blank space beside her name, made Spencer acutely aware of the challenges that lay ahead.

The transition into middle school was a milestone that loomed large for Naomi. As summer gave way to the crisp air of September, Spencer and Naomi embarked on their annual back-to-school shopping trip. In previous years, Spencer had managed the supplies with little fuss—choosing notebooks, pencils, and backpacks with the efficiency of a seasoned pro. But this year was different. Naomi was entering middle school, a new chapter marked by a burgeoning sense of independence and a desire for self-expression.

The school supplies aisle was a labyrinth of choices and colors. Naomi wandered through it with a thoughtful frown, carefully selecting folders in her favorite shades and perusing the myriad options for notebooks. Spencer watched her with a mix of admiration and impatience. The aisles seemed endless, and every item she picked up was scrutinized with the seriousness of a major life decision. Spencer tried to be patient, but his boredom mounted as Naomi took hours to pick out the perfect supplies. Every decision was weighed and reconsidered, from the design of her binder to the type of markers she wanted.

He could see that Naomi was in the midst of a transition, trying to define her own style and make choices that reflected her growing identity. He understood the importance of this, even if it tested his patience. After all, the supplies she chose weren’t just tools for learning—they were symbols of her new independence.

On the first day of school, Naomi was both excited and nervous. She had spent weeks preparing, picking out her clothes with care, and organizing her backpack. Spencer had hoped for a smooth morning, but as they got ready to leave, the clock seemed to tick away faster than usual. They were engrossed in the last-minute preparations, and time slipped away. Naomi’s nerves heightened as they realized they were running late.

Spencer hurriedly dropped her off at the school entrance, offering quick reassurances as he pulled away. He watched her run up the steps, her backpack bouncing with each hurried step. He wished her well and hoped that she would find her footing in this new environment.

The day started off well enough for Naomi. She navigated the new environment, meeting her teachers and finding her way to her classes with a mix of eagerness and trepidation. The initial excitement, however, was tempered by the realization of how much she missed about her previous school. It was a fresh start, but it came with its own set of challenges.

By fourth period, Naomi was feeling confident. She had settled into her routine and was starting to feel comfortable with her new surroundings. That was until she realized that she had forgotten her colored pencils. She had intended to use them for her art class, a subject she had always enjoyed. Panic set in as she remembered that the art teacher would be expecting the supplies.

Deciding to make a quick stop at her locker, Naomi found herself facing a new problem—the locker was jammed. She tugged and twisted the combination dial, but it wouldn’t budge. Frustration began to bubble up, and she felt the sting of tears at the corners of her eyes. She didn’t want to be late for class, and the last thing she wanted was to be unprepared.

Just then, a girl with a friendly smile approached. Her name was Hannah, and she had been watching Naomi struggle with the locker. “Need some help?” she offered, her tone warm and sincere.

Naomi looked up, relief washing over her. “Yes, please. I can’t seem to get it open.”

Hannah nodded and expertly worked on the locker’s combination. “I’m Hannah, by the way. I think I saw you in a few of my classes today.”

Naomi introduced herself, and within a few moments, Hannah had managed to open the locker. Naomi’s colored pencils were still inside, and she quickly grabbed them. “Thanks so much,” Naomi said, feeling a bit more at ease.

“No problem at all,” Hannah replied.

As Naomi’s twelfth birthday approached, Spencer had hoped to make it special despite the complications of his demanding job. Unfortunately, the day of her actual birthday coincided with a case for the BAU, and Spencer found himself miles away from home, chasing down leads and solving crimes. It was a bittersweet day for him—proud of the work he was doing but longing to be there for Naomi’s special day.

In a gesture that spoke volumes about how much they cared, the team decided to surprise Naomi with a belated birthday dinner once they returned. They managed to pull off the surprise with a mix of stealth and careful planning. The team, along with Spencer, orchestrated a dinner party at a local restaurant. They decorated with balloons and streamers, and Spencer even managed to get Naomi’s favorite cake, a chocolate creation with a bright pink frosting.

When Spencer and the team arrived at the restaurant, Naomi was already there, her excitement palpable despite the disappointment of not having her birthday on the actual day. Her eyes lit up as she saw the surprise party, and her smile was a radiant testament to her happiness.

As they settled into their seats, Naomi turned to Spencer with a thoughtful expression. “Dad, can I invite Hannah to the party?” she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Spencer was taken aback but quickly smiled. He had noticed a different air about Naomi lately—more self-assured, more comfortable in her own skin. It was clear that Hannah had become an important part of her life, and he was happy to see her forming such meaningful friendships. “Of course,” he said warmly. “I’ll give her a call and make sure she can come.”

Hannah arrived shortly thereafter, her presence a welcome addition to the celebration. Naomi’s face lit up even more as she introduced her friend to the team. Throughout the evening, Naomi was a picture of grace and confidence. She ordered for herself with a sense of maturity, hugged each person in attendance, and thanked them for coming with a heartfelt sincerity that touched everyone present.

The dinner was filled with laughter and joy as Spencer and his colleagues celebrated Naomi’s milestone. The team, now her extended family, couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and affection for her. As the night drew to a close, Spencer drove Hannah home, taking a moment to reflect on how much Naomi had grown.

When he returned home, he found Naomi waiting in her pajamas, her face glowing with contentment. She had stayed up just for him, a gesture that tugged at his heart. Spencer could see the remnants of the birthday celebration in her eyes—the sparkle of joy, the satisfaction of a day well spent.

Before heading to bed, Naomi quietly knocked on Spencer’s bedroom door and peered in. “Is everything okay?” Spencer asked, noticing the slight hesitation in her stance.

Naomi simply shook her head and moved towards him. “I just… want a hug,” she said softly.

Spencer opened his arms, and Naomi climbed into his lap, wrapping her arms around him. He held her close, feeling the warmth of her small frame against his chest. As they sat there together, he could sense the depth of her emotions—happiness, gratitude, and a quiet, underlying comfort that he had always strived to provide.

In that moment, Spencer knew that despite the challenges, the moments of doubt, and the relentless demands of his job, he had succeeded in creating a loving and supportive environment for Naomi. She was growing up, changing, and becoming her own person, but she still found solace in the simple act of being held close by her father.

Part Three

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idea for ruben!!!

y/n and ruben are in the same friend group and have never gotten along/hate each other. the group does secret santa for christmas and ruben ends up getting y/n the most thoughtful gift ever and admits he has feelings for her

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Secret Santa

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You groaned arriving at your friend's Christmas party.

"Come on, bet it won't be that bad." Your cousin, Sasha, said. She was your plus one for the evening.

"I told you that jerk Ruben is gonna be here."

"So?"

"So...it's gonna be that bad."

The Christmas party was in full motion when you and Sahsa arrived at the restaurant where it was held. Your friend, the host, was a well known chef in the industry. He was known for throwing luxurious parties for the rich and famous. This party however, was a more intimate gathering between close friends. There was a homily feel to the twinkling lights of the festively decorated salon.

"Y/N, you're here!" Your friend exclaimed. Li was his name. "And you brought treats." Li yanked the box of Christmas cookies that you brought, grabbing a cookie, not sparing any for his guests. "Mhmmm, delicious."

"Thanks, I baked them this morning."

"I love your Christmas cookies." He said, spitting crumbs. "Come, come! You and your cousin must have a drink at the bar. It's all on the house."

"I like the sound of that." Your cousin gladly followed Li to the bar. The two of you had become unexpected friends the day he had wandered into your bakery two years ago. Li had praised your talent for baking and your eye for gastronomic detail. After that you got swept into a lifestyle of luxurious parties thrown by Li, who loved to tend to the rich and famous, despite some of them being complete jerks. One know jerk was Ruben Dias, a famous footballer who basically fat-shamed you for making a living baking muffins. It happen at one of Li's dinner parties not too long ago. You wanted to tell Ruben off, call him a jerk to his face. The problem however is that Ruben was a close friend of Li's. His reason for attending this evening's Christmas party.

Scanning the room you spotted him, Ruben, standing by the bar, laughing loudly with a group of well dressed people. Your stomach turned at the sight of him. You quickly excused yourself, telling your cousin and Li to go ahead without you. Instead you made your way to the buffet table, grabbing a plate of hors d'oeuvres. Li could cook for any occasion and Christmas was no exception. But just as you were loading up on mini quiches and cheese and crackers, you felt a tap on your shoulder. It was Ruben, holding out a brightly wrapped present.

"Hey, Y/N! I got you something for Secret Santa," he said, grinning smugly. "You know Li, he thought it'd be funny if we all played the game."

Your heart sank. What could he possibly have gotten you? Something sarcastic and mocking, no doubt. A can of diet coke? Or perhaps a gluten free muffin? God knows there was no sugar in those, a.k.a. Ruben once again indicating that you, compared to him and his rich friends, had a very unhealthy lifestyle.

"Well, aren't you gonna open it?"

He saw your hesitation with his present.

"No. Why would I?"

Ruben's expression faltered as you handed him back the neatly wrapped gift.

"But I'm your Secret Santa? We've never played this game in Portugal where I'm from, but I'm pretty sure this is how it goes, no?"

He sounded unsure, insecure even. You fought not to feel for him, convincing yourself that this was all an act. That behind those pouting lips of his lay a jerk, ready to pray on his next victim.

"Y/N, please. Accept my gift."

Ruben was the epitome of everything you disliked in a person - arrogant, self-centered, and always trying to one-up everyone else. Your current relationship was strained, to say the least, and you had made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with him after what he said to you about your work. However, seeing Ruben so upset by the fact that you refused to accept his gift did something, even to you.

"Fine." You groaned, unhanding him the present, unwrapping it with the least amount of caution. "Whatta....?" You were surprised to find a beautiful silver necklace inside, adorned with delicate snowflakes and glittering crystals. "Wow, thank you Ruben." You exclaimed. "This gift. It's...it's..." You had no words for it. You were genuinely touched by the thoughtful gift. Ruben looked pleased with himself, which only infuriated you more. How could someone so obnoxious have such good taste in jewelry?

"Here, let me help you put it on." He unhanded you the empty jewelry box, ordering you to turn around for him. Which you did, exposing your naked back to him. Ruben's fingers tips braced your skin as he clasped the necklace around your neck. The brief touching of skin left goosebumps on your forearms.

"Um...thank you." You said, once you and Ruben stood facing each other again. You didn't really know what else to say. You felt too awkward to strike up a meaningful conversation, not that you and Ruben had anything in common.

"You look beautiful." He said.

"I do?"

He chuckled. "You seem suprised. We're you not meant to look beautiful this evening, was it all done by accident?"

You snorted. "No...I guess it wasn't."

Ruben's eyes wandered freely, as if getting a good look at you for the first time.

"I met your cousin." He smiled.

"Sasha?"

"Yes. By the bar. She said that you couldn't wait to see me tonight."

"She did what?"

"Yeah, I was suprised as well."

"That mother fuc..."

"But I must admit that it brought me courage to hand over your Christmas gift myself. For some reason I got the feeling that you didn't like me very much."

"Pause." You said, holding up a hand between yourself and Ruben. To your surprise Ruben did just that, pause at your command. "I thought you were the one who disliked me?"

Ruben's brows furrowed. "Me, dislike you? What made you believe such a thing?"

"Um...maybe because you called me fat for making a living baking muffins?"

"I never..." Ruben paused to think, perhaps rembering the day he told you what he thought to be a funny joke. "Y/N I never said anything like that." He said, denying ever fat-shaming you.

"No, what was it you said then Ruben, that mad everyone at Li's last party glare at me like I was some fucking muffin baking psycho?"

"If I recall correctly Y/N, I told a joke that if I ever owned a bakery I'd be twenty kilos heavier than I am now. It had nothing to do with you, your job, or your eating habits. But I'm sorry if all this time you thought...."

Great, now you were the jerk, you thought. You most definitely felt like one.

"Y/N, I would never..." Ruben stepped up to you, his hand reaching out to touch your arm where goosebumps still lingered. It was all too much.

"I'm sorry Ruben, I have to..."

In the heat of the moment you escaped, leaving Ruben clueless to what he had done to make you despise him so much. The truth was that he had done nothing, it had all been in your head, along with other terrors.

For the rest of the night, you found yourself stealing glances at Ruben, wondering if there was more to him than met the eye. Maybe he wasn't just a selfish jerk after all.

"Y/N? Could we maybe talk...somewhere private?"

It was during the late hours of the party, after several rounds of alcohol, that Ruben approached you. You hadn't had that much to drink, not compared to your cousin. Ruben however, didn't seem drunk at all. His eyes look at you attentively, as if any words coming out of your mouth, would mean somthing to him.

"What is it?" You sighed as the two of you withdrew from the party, ending up near an alcove of some sort.

"I just wanted to say that I feel terrible...."

You wished to be swallowed by a black hole.

"...I would never comment on a girls weight or size of any kind."

Great, he thought of you as a girl now, not a woman.

"The fact that you've believed me capable of this all this time does explain a few things however."

"It does? What things?"

"Well, you've been avoiding me ever since that day, haven't you?"

Heat rose ro your face. Of this you were guilty.

"I still think of that day, of how Li introduced me to this gorgeous looking woman who never gave me a second glance. I figured I must have come off as a fool, I got so nervous around you that I let my mouth run free. I tell terrible jokes when I'm nervous. As you know now."

"Wait, Ruben, are you trying to say that you like me or somthing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He laughed. "I practically begged Li to choose me as your secret Santa. At least then I'd have an excuse to talk to you again. I knew this time I wouldn't be so nervous since I...." Ruben coughed. "I kind of prepared for it....mentally that is."

You were confused. The situation as a whole was very confusing to you.

"But I understand if you don't feel the same way." He said, lowering his head to his feet. "I just thought you should know the truth."

"The truth." You said. Ruben must have heard the hitch in your voice for he looked up to see your glossy eyes. "The truth is Ruben, that I'm very insecure about my weight." You were always a chubby child. Baking is what brought your family together. You were know to eat somthing with glaze on it at least twice a day when you were growing up. It wasn't until recent years that you started making healthier choices, loosing weight. Even so, you felt like the world was judging you in a way. Ruben's comment about your job had definitely triggered some of that fear you still carried. However, perhaps it was time to let it go?

"The funny thing is...." You had to pause to wipe your tears. "I thought you were gorgeous too, that day that Li introduced us."

Ruben perked up "You did?"

"Of course I did." Who wouldn't? Ruben was undoubtedly handsome, actually, as handsome as they come. "But I immediately thought that someone like you could never go for someone like me."

"Someone like what?" He frowned.

"Someone with....curves."

His eyes widened in realization. You instatnly felt vulnerable, having put your deepest insecurities out in the open. Ruben however, took a step forward, reaching for your hand, tugging you to come his way. You stumble forward, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

"Are we done now?" He smiled.

"Done with what?"

He shrugged. "Lying to ourselves, about how much we want this."

"Want what?"

Ruben bent down and kissed you. You did not see it coming, holding your breath as he captured your lips. They parted, inviting his tongue to dance around with yours. Ruben's hands lowered to your waist, approaching the shape of your curves, appreciating your hips by squeezing your ass. He wore a smile on his face once your lips parted.

"What?" You asked, his grin still annoying to you.

He chuckled. "Your lips taste like choclate muffins."

You slapped him in the arm.

"Ouch. I'm kidding."

"What do you know about chocolate muffins. Bet you haven't tasted one in years."

"I'd taste your muffins."

Again, you slapped Ruben in the arm.

"Ouch. Hahaha, but I would."

"Oh, I bet you would."

"Don't get me wrong Y/N, I'd take you out first, somewhere nice."

You frowned. "What, like on a date?"

He shrugged.

Although you just kissed, you felt a need to draw a line somewhere. "Just know, I don't hand out free muffins on first dates."

Ruben chuckled, grabbing your hand as it was time for the two of you to return to the party. He brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing them gently. "It's a date then, free of muffins."

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