#and i was like ok ! do i need to take (1st friend) home or do u want to

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Ishida, Ichigo, and Byakuya just kissing their s/o passionately only to get interrupted by someone walking in on them?

Byakuya/Ichigo/Ishida - Interuptions in Inopportune Interludes

Byakuya

“I won’t be long. Just stay here. The squad will protect you.”

“I don’t need protection.” [Y/N] insisted as they looked up at Byakuya with earnest and determination. “I want to be with you.”

The captain smiled; or rather the corner of his lips tilted up. His hand reached out to clasp their cheek. “You will be with me. In my heart. But I cannot do what needs to be done if I’m worrying about you. Please, stay here with the 6th and keep order in my stead.”

[Y/N] huffed and turned their head away, but nodded.

Byakuya lifted their head back up towards him and leaned in for a kiss. He was aware this was dangerous. He was aware that the threat of death was a possibility. He was also aware that he couldn’t stand the thought of them being out there in the middle of it, and would gladly take on this danger alone to keep them safe.

He was also aware this was the last time he could see them.

“Captain! The enemy has broken through the first barriers on the west gate! 1st squad said—”

Byakuya pulled away from his love to level a stern, icy hot glare, at his vice-captain. “I will be there shortly.”

Renji visibly gulped and backed out of the room quickly. “I will be back as soon as I can.” He placed a kiss on their knuckles. “Be safe.”

Ichigo

“This is so stupid….”

“Come on. Don’t pout.” Ichigo replied. Halfhearted as he knew there was no way they weren’t going to pout. It just seemed like the thing to say.

“Why do I have to stay here?!” [Y/N] insisted. This close to stamping their foot down about it. “I’m not a child! And I’m not helpless! I can fight too!”

“I know you can.” He told them. “But I just want you to stay here and help with the ones that make it past. There important too!”

“You just want me benched and picking off small fries.” [Y/N] flopped down on the couch and literally pouted. Clearly not a fan of his plan.

Ichigo sighed and came up to them. “Look, I’ll be honest ok?” They glanced up at him, but only a little. “It makes me anxious when you’re out there.” They seemed surprised by his answer and Ichigo rubbed the back of his head. “It’s one thing when it’s the others, but with you….I can’t think straight and it makes me do stupid stuff. I’d just feel better if you stayed back here. Where I know you’re safe.”

They seemed to think it over for a minute before [Y/N] sighed. “I guess that makes sense. In a really dumb way.”

Ichigo smirked, then knelt down in front of them. “Hey, I never said I was a smart one. Just good looking.”

[Y/N] laughed a little, and Ichigo leaned in to give them a kiss. He was telling them the truth. Of course he cared about his friends & comrades on the battle field. With [Y/N] though, he’d do really stupid stuff to keep them safe.

“Ichigo! We have to get to the west gate! The barricade as already---”

“Jeez Renji! Ever think of knocking!”

The other red head seemed to sputter, sensing deja vu, but then just left to go tell the others.

“Least I won’t be the dumbest one out there.” Ichigo muttered, before he turned to [Y/N] and gave them a quick kiss. “I’ll be back. Keep your head down and try not to break anything important if you can!”

Ishida

“Are you sure you’re fine with this?”

“Yes, Uryuu, go. I said I’ll be fine and….I want to help.”

Ishida’s face scrunched in an unappealing frown as he looked around. He supposed that the 4th was the safest place for them. It was the highest concentration of healers, and Captain Unohana was there; who always somehow gave Ishida a cold chill. Still, he didn’t want them to be anywhere near a battle. “Let me just have someone open a portal to send you home. Humans shouldn’t be here.”

“You’re here.” They insisted.

To which Ishida pushed up his glasses and told them, “that’s different. I’m a Quincy.”

[Y/N] stood up from their crouched position, helping get some of the beds ready for the inevitable injured, and looked him dead in the eye. “I know I’m not like the rest of you. I know I’m not special. Or have powers. Or am good at fighting. But this is something I can do. I want to help. If my friends, and the world, is in danger I want to do something. Let me do this so I can feel important for a change too.”

Ishida instantly buckled at their resolve. He should have known better. [Y/N] had a huge heart and wanted to help everyone. There was no way he was going to get them to budge. “You are important.”

The quincy leaned in and gave them a kiss. Permission, in a way, although they didn’t need it, for them to stay while he went out and fought. He’d honestly feel better knowing there were here to take care of him if he was injured.

“Ishida! Man, everyone is being super crazy today. We need to get to—”

“Get out of here Renji! This is a private area!” Ishida shouted, beet red at being caught kissing his s/o.

This time Renji just huffed with a shrug and walked out. “Did you really need to yell at him?”

“He…He startled me!”

[Y/N] smiled. Then they leaned up to give him another quick peck. “Try not to get cut. I’m not as good with a needle and thread as you are.”

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers) #bleach #bleach tybw #bleach scenarios #bleach imagines #ichigo kurosaki x reader #ichigo x reader #ichigo kurosaki #ishida uryuu #uryu ishida #uryu ishida x reader #kuchiki byakuya #byakuya scenarios #byakuya imagine #byakuya x reader #byakuya kuchiki #renji abarai #imagine #scenarios

[4pfsukuna]

omfg bruhhhhh

yall want me to believe Choso “on sight before his feet even land on the floor” Kamo is some pathetic whiney crybaby? Like why is every fic so… ugh i want him to fight back. Somebody please tag me or drop a link for assertive/ aggresive/ dominant choso! (Prefferably black reader)

like do i gotta write it myself?

Choso who meets you when you both come in late at night its 2am and youre standing in the hall talking about whatever the hell a middle part buss down is. He doesnt care he just wish you werent so loud… in your shared hall.

you glare at him because who was he talking too! You pay the same amount of rent as him and to damn much at that they should be lucky you werent in the lounge making ramen watching their t.v right now.

It doesnt get better when you bang on his door asking him to turn his music down cause why was he playing last resort by papa roach at 3:30am on a wednesday. He opens the door in a hoodie and tight calvin klein boxers and your eyes drift for a second until the next rock song starts up this time in japanese and he has the audacity to have an annoyed expresion with you!

”did you want something or did you just want to stare” he glares annoyed with a steady voice though youre expecting him to snap.

“Who answers the door in their boxers have some decorum” you respond half embarassed that he caught you. “And your music is loud… some of us have jobs in the morning” and you storm off not leaving any room for backtalk.

the next time he sees you is a few days later when youre both rushing out and slam into another his shirt and leather jacket falling to the floor with your purse falling sending your wallet down the hall and lip gloss shattering that dior gloss was not cheap.

”are you fucking kidding me” he hisses and you notice hes shirtless silver bars through his nipples and a few tattoos littered across his chest.

”you got a real stairing problem there princess” which makes you smirk.

“you look like a 1st grade art project… line work isnt half bad its just the asshole its attatched to” you retort collecting your items not realizing a few slipped from your wallet.

it was maintenance day you didnt have time to worry about shit it was hair lashes nails toes and a fresh tattoo and belly piercing your friend finally found an artist that did both and had clean work.

youre all smiles and sunshine walking into C.K. Parlor even enjoying the convo with the pink haired male receptionist whos so sweet mentioning this was his brothers shop but something about this guy looks familiar.

“Hes so hot” your friend gushes making you turn around and groan at the sight of your annoying ass neighbor.

”couldnt get enough bothering me home so you come here” he teases but theres something so stoicly calm about his anger… its more so mild annoyance.

”i actually came to get a tattoo and piercing but i think ill pass” you speak not wanting to admit you actually loss your credit card but youre here for moral support for your friend who now that you look at her looks like she doesnt need it.

”youre already here dont tell me youre chicken… come on ill even do it for free”

”free?” Oh that had your attention.

“mhmmm lets call it a truce no more loud… anything just being good neighbors”

and its not long before youre on the table the design being shaded into your spine and he admires how you just take it… his mind does begin to drift to if you can take anything else when he notices how pretty you look today.

he actually loves white on your toes and the crisp french tip on your hands. Its when he notices the snake tattoo wrapped around your wrist that he realizes you might be interesting and not just some stuck up—

“you wanted your belly pierced too right?” He ask and if someone wouldve told you that youd be half dressed infront of your neighbor Today you wouldnt believe it. Hes professional and doesnt even glance at the double d’s you have in your lace bra… ok he did but you didnt notice at all.

you thought you seen his ears burn red but hes quick to turn away disposing of the needle and your completely suprised by how soft and careful his hands are… ahem he is.

”and maybe we can actually be nice to another” he says softly holding out your credit card that you dropped earlier.

your truce last all of 5 days. It wasnt your fault meg the stallion announced she was going on tour and you couldnt help the screams of joy and to blast her music.

you dont expect anyone to bang on your door or barge in when you open it.

”excuse the fuck out of me” you hiss slamming your door facing him when you notice hes looking past your face and down at your body.

you were wearing a dark purple lace bra and underwear the silver belly ring he initially put in switched out for a dangly silver one with a dragon that matched your tattoo and yes it was to early to change.

”my eyes are up here”

”please. Nothing i havent seen before princess actually it kind of looks like the black one” he smirks watching the fury in your eyes as you look for something to cover up.

”get the fuck out”

he saunters (the god damn audacity) out but not without pressing his whole body into you as if the walkway wasnt wide enough making sure to press himself into your ass leaning down to your ear.

”good night princess” and you dont have to look at him to know hes smirking but that raspy voice does something to you.

that night you go to bed with 3 orgasms… what dont make that face you had a voice kink and couldnt help it.

he smirks when he sees you the next day and you try to ignore him as he unlocks his car door.

”sleep well? You know the walls are thin and im sure our bedrooms share a wall”

you make a mental note to get on apartment finder tonight.

”im sure that was your first time ever hearing a womans moans outside of porn” you hiss back you werent no weak bitch.

and he wasnt a cliche man his taunts went further then just an insult back, hed give you more content for tonight. After all he was helping you help him.

”just be a good girl for me and let me hear everything tonight alright princess” he utters in a deep octave that makes your breathing stutter and you cant form a proper sentence and any insult is going to be childish.

you of course try to walk off but he grabs your arm pulling you closely his large hand spreading across your lower back.

”did i say i was done… look up at me” and you bite your lip to keep your jaw off the floor this man was wicked and you were not about to play with a devil.

”youre such a pretty mess” he adds in watching the gloss in your eyes before you come to your senses pushing him off heading fown the street.

”wrong direction princess” and you were headed the other way but you should probably just head back inside to change underwear.

and if he could hear you through the wall you were going to put on a show, you make sure even whine moan groan whimper and cry can be heard through these thin ass walls honestly you were so sensitive from overstimulating yourself… It was his fault.

You do everything in your power to avoid him the next few days that post nut clarity knocking some sense into you.

You actually have no idea how wrecked he’s been. How wrecked you had him! He needs to hear it again.

he might turn slightly yandere for you. its when you get a call at 1am and of course youre up you had actually just got out the shower.

”is this your payback” he hisses into the phone though you arent sure what hes talking about.

”how the fuck did you get my number? Doesnt matter bye”

“stop it just listen” he grunts catching your attention “i just need you to be a good girl for me just once i promise” he nearly begs and you have a wicked idea of what he’s doing on the other side of the phone.

you listen to every command, praise and groan his sultry voice lets out your fingers and sheets soaked

“you did such a good job baby, you deserve a reward how about you cum for me” he grunts sending both of you to your end him losing it to the sound of your orgasm.

“i wanna take you out on a date” and thats when you hang up not in the mood for his antics.

hes serious though, he takes you to the finest seafood restaurant with expensive alcohol you cant pronounce he even gets you a dress to wear, suprising you with a new dior lip gloss…3 actually.

”thats how many times you orgasmed through the wall the first night…” you thank God for your brown skin and him not being able to see you blush. He genuinely takes the time for you to get to know another subtly throwing in praises.

by the time you get back to the car your a wreck hair frizzing from your body overheating already.

your legs are rubbingg together and he spreads them guiding your hand down.

“Be a good girl for me and show me how pretty you look when you cum”

You happily comply watching as his hands fidget while driving

When he gets you back to his place your clothes are off and your back is against his fluffy comforter, not that you had time to notice but his whole room is black.

Hes a certified munch and will eat you until youre lightheaded. He eats you out on your back, makes you ride his face, eats you from the back he has you in 7 different positions from head alone.

He gives the deepest stroke while telling you how pretty you are for him the most filthies things he can mutter in your ear giving you back shots the pillow under your stomach propping you up as he plays with your clit begging for you to cum.

you black out and hes not far behind but makes sure to clean you with a warm rag and throws a tshirt on you.

He loves waking up to you and will actually barge in your home or bring you over to his.

He has his own stubborn ways which you will sometimes talk your best shit which he loves, he needs his woman to be on go not some docile lil weakling.

and sometimes he fights back!

#Choso kamo #choso x black!reader #choso jjk #choso x reader #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #kamo choso #choso x you #choso x y/n #choso x female reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA: For wanting to take my bike to work when my sister has been borrowing it while i didn't need it?

I (24F) and my sister A (18F) usually see eye to eye on most things and she's one of my best friends. I'm in my last year of medical school and currently have my final exams - theory started on 16th January, practicals get over on the 16th of Feb, so that's a solid month of me dying - so I decided to study with a couple of close friends since group study is pretty much the only way through this exam.

While i've been studying with my friends for a while i moved into their house kind of exclusively on the 1st of Jan and at that point decided that since I was not really driving around on my bike, (we were using my friends bike for when we needed it), i told my mom (59F) that I'll leave my bike home for my sister A. She's been using it since and it's been about a month.

Last night I came home, by cab, to pick up some stuff and this morning I had to leave again to study at my friend's house. I however had a bunch of errands to run ( have to drop off some things at another friend's house, which is slightly out of the way, meet my boyfriend at the hospital where he's working to pick up some more things and then go to the friend's house to study).

So I told my mum "hey I'll need the bike", and she said yeah ok - and today she had to leave early in the morning while I was still asleep so she left.

When I'm all packed ready to go - my sister asks me "Are you taking your bike" and i say "yeah" and she storms off and slams the door and calls me a bitch and I'm at this point a little thrown and as a person I'm very very quick to anger (and I'm WORKING on that) - but I try not to yell back and i ask - "obviously I'm taking my bike it's my bike?" And she says "mom told you to take the OTHER bike" (-the other bike is an ancient little thing that i absolutely hate driving and I don't see any reason to) so I told her that 1. I told mom I needed my bike and 2. it makes no sense that I'll take the shit bike when I have to drive twice as much as A does.

She continues yelling at me from the other room about "oh so if you're a better driver you should take the shit bike" and i didn't fucking get how that had anything to do with this and I told her so (before this month that she's been using my bike, she would use the shit bike no problem - especially since she drives much lesser than i do)

(STILL haven't yelled back at this point btw this has been a whole 5 minutes and that's an improvement bec usually - when you yell at me I yell back)

And when she keeps at it i ALSO snap and yell back that she needs to fix her mood and stop yelling at me bec I can also yell at her + mom told me I can take the bike + even if mom said take the other bike, why would I when (^ above mentioned reasons AKA: 1.it's my bike, 2.i have to drive further you just have to drive to college and back PLUS you're going for a college fest I'm going to STUDY for my final exams AND 3. I have chronic back pain)

The minute I yell back, sorry sue me, she starts off on how I started the fight and i am about to scream bec I didn't start ANYTHING - and when i tell her that I didn't start fucking shit - she screams about "yes you did and you're gaslighting me just go take your fucking bike" and now, i know I could have just taken it but I hated feeling like she's acting magnanimous as if it isn't MY bike that she's returning, which i specially left for her for so long so she could have it a little easier - and I'm super mad at her for throwing around words she doesn't understand fully ((p.s. Instagram reels are a plague - who let 16-18 year olds have access to terms like this when they don't understand them)) and I'm yelling at her that she needs to stop using psychologic terms when she doesn't understand them and she's yelling that just because I'm studying these terms doesn't mean she doesn't know what they mean - and I'm getting so angry because clearly she DOESN'T???

And then to make it a million times worse my aunt (70F) (who is currently being treated for cancer and supposed to go get a blood transfusion in 1 hour), is getting involved and telling us to stop fighting and neither of us is shutting up bec we're so riled up.

My aunt gives me cash to take an uber and I'm a person chronically CRIPPLED with guilt about spending ANY money but i can't even Think about driving the shit bike bec I'm just so tired from exams and associated exhaustion, so I take her up on the offer - and my little fucking sister from the other room goes sarcastically "Aww poor R leaving her bike and spending a billion bucks" and my aunty now (finally) calls her out saying "that's not nice A she's leaving the bike and you will not comment on the money." And A yells at her too and then storms out and takes the shit bike out of anger or rebellion or something - and at this point I've booked the uber and the driver is here at the door so I jsut fucking leave and I'm typing this is the car fucking seething but also questioning if I'm the asshole???

[A point about "my" bike is that I did not buy it, I'm a broke student, my mom bought it when I got into med school and I've used it for almost 5-6 years now, it's mine like that - my sister only started driving like 5-6 months ago.] My bike is in great shape and she will use it as hers once I leave the house to work when my degree (the one I'm CURRENTLY giving my final exams to pass) is done, so in about 3-4 months. We've been strapped for cash since my father passed away 9 years ago, but we'll be a little better off when I start my internship and start earning soon.

Anyway sorry don't yell at me

☀️☀️☀️ to find easily later

She's not usually an asshole i keep telling myself she's just going through being 18 years old and that is just a shitty time but these blowups happening in the middle of my exam week is just SO unfair I'm just. I don't know anymore

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[treasure-goblin]

Lu Elementary School AU

Bus Ride pt. 2 (ft. Sky and Wild)

Sky yawned and rubbed his eyes slowly as he trudged towards the buses for the ride home. Sun was at home, sick, so he got to leave early. If it had been a Wednesday, he might go study with Warriors and Legend, but it was only Tuesday, so no such luck.

His stuffed loftwing under his arm, Sky kicked a rock along the sidewalk, not looking forward to the bus ride home without Sun. It was always boring when she wasn't there. Even if he did try to nap the whole ride home, her chatter was always welcome.

The boy was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of sobbing, and what sounded like Mr. Hudson, the bus driver, speaking. Looking up from his rock, Sky winced when he saw little Wild bawling his eyes out, backpack thrown to the ground and clutching his stuffed wolf in a death grip.

“Is he, um, ok?” Sky whispered awkwardly as he approached the two, looking up at the other kids not so subtly watching from the bus windows. Mr. Hudson shook his head with a sigh.

“He won't calm down, pretty sure he misses his brother, but he won't tell me.” The man explained, shaking his head. “I need to get you kids home, but I'm not going to force him onto the bus, and I can't leave him here.”

Sky nodded in understanding, wincing as Wild continued to wail loudly, tears streaming down the younger kids' cheeks. This was a problem. Sky knew Twilight, so he knew the other boy was at soccer right now and couldn't just leave practice to go home with his brother. Thinking quickly, Sky took his little stuffed bird and poked Wild's cheek gently with its beak.

Wild's eyes popped open after a few ‘pecks’, and his wailing subsided to sniffling, although the tears still fell. The little 1st grader looked baffled at the plush bird pecking his face and turned to Sky in bewilderment. Sky took a deep breath and smiled.

“*squawk* Why are you crying, *squawk*” Sky asked in a silly voice, flapping his bird's wings a few times. Wild blinked and wiped his eyes, remaining silent but reaching out to poke the bird.

“Ah! Hey, *squawk*, how rude!” Sky joked, pecking Wild's cheeks again. The little boy giggled weakly, scrubbing his eyes again and holding up his wolf stuffie.

“Woof woof.” He said quietly, almost a whisper. Sky's smile softened, and he let Wild have his wolf ‘sniff’ his face. Mr. Hudson had backed away, apparently confident in Sky's ability to help Wild, so the boy decided to tackle the issue at hand.

“*squawk*, Mr. Wolf, do you want to get on the bus?” He asked kindly. Wild's smile fell, but he didn't start crying, at least. His little wolf shook its head slowly. Sky nodded.

“Aaaah, I see. Mr. Wolf, is the bus too scary, *squawk*?” Suprisingly, the wolf shook its head no again. So, Wild wasn't afraid of the bus itself. Sky knew the kid loved Mr. Hudson. He also had a favorite seat, which, from where he was standing, looked unoccupied, as it was the only row that didn't have faces pressed against the windows.

“Hmmmmm, Is it, maybe, because Mr. Wolf needs a friend to sit with?” He asked, lowering his loftwing to look Wild in the eyes. The boy hesitated again but nodded slowly.

That made more sense. It wasn't the bus that was scary. It was riding the bus alone.

“Wild, do you wanna sit with me on the bus?” Sky asked sweetly. “Sun is at home, so I'm all alone, and I don't want to be lonely on the ride home.”

Wild blinked and looked at the bus for a moment before nodding shyly and taking Sky's hand in his own small one. Sky smiled brightly and picked up the other boy's backpack, and the two got into the bus together, ready for the ride home.

Masterlist - Pt. 1

Divider by @/cafekitsune

#goblin writes #lu elementary au #sky elementary au #wild elementary au #wild lu #sky lu #lu modern au #lu au #modern au #linked universe modern au

[ticktocklovex]

♡ DESCRIPTION : coming up with an anniversary gift is a lot harder than you thought.

♡ PAIRING : boyfriend!sim jaeyun x female reader

♡ WORD COUNT : 1,101

♡  AUTHOR’S NOTE: this idea has been marinating in my head for a while but i was motivated to finally write it out when jake went live yesterday. ok i don't wanna sound delulu but i commented "what lego set are you going to build next" and he answered the question!! anyways, i'm back!!

“Wow, you look horrible.” Those weren’t the most pleasant words to hear first thing on a Monday morning. Your best friend gives you a concerned look and tries to comb through your disheveled hair with her fingers as you sit beside her in the lecture hall. You had to agree with Yunjin, you looked and felt horrible. Stress has been eating you alive recently and it definitely showed in your appearance.

The bags under your eyes were growing darker and you were starting to break out. It wasn’t enough that you were stressed from school and work, but now you had an additional reason to be stressed: Sim Jaeyun. Not to be mistaken - you loved your boyfriend with all your heart and soul.

He was the most amazing boyfriend who treated you with the utmost care and affection. Which now brought you to your current dilemma. You were approaching your 1st year anniversary and you had no idea what to gift him. Being an idol, he had the luxury to spoil you from time to time. The latest gift you received from him was a Prada bag from his time spent in Italy for Milan fashion week.

Being a full-time student with a part-time job, you didn’t have as much to spend on gifts often. You could afford to pay for dinner or movie dates once in a while but that was pretty much it. He never failed to assure you that your presence was more than enough for him, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty for not being able to reciprocate his efforts in pampering you.

“Look, I’m pretty sure Jake will appreciate whatever you give him.” Yunjin says in an effort to comfort you. “You don’t understand, Yunjin. I’ve never been with anyone long enough to celebrate an anniversary. My gift has to be perfect!” You pull at your hair in frustration, messing up Yunjin’s efforts in making you look presentable.

“How about making him something instead of buying him something?” Yunjin’s suggestion sparked an idea in your head. You had to admit, you were pretty creative and good with your hands. Embroidery had been your favorite hobby before school, work, and dating took up most of your time.

“You know what, maybe I will.” 

- - 

You enter the apartment cautiously, listening to hear for any movement that would signal a presence in the home. It wasn’t often you went to ENHYPEN’s dorm without Jake but you were glad he trusted you with the passcode for instances like this. The reason for your secret visit was to ‘steal’ one of his hoodies and embroider Layla’s face on it.

Yup, that’s the best idea you could come up with. Jake had actually brought up the request months ago when he first learned of your hobby. He spent his day off with you at your apartment, trying to get as much of your attention in the moments you weren’t studying. After spending a few hours with your nose in a textbook, your brain was completely fried and in desperate need of a break.

You were the type of person who could never sit still. Even in your free time which was meant for rest and relaxation, your fingers would always be itching to do something which is why you enjoyed embroidery, the hobby you picked up early on in highschool. You enjoyed how it kept your hands busy and the finished product gave you the feeling of satisfaction.

“Babe, come on out and take a break. I ordered your favorite steak and pasta.” Jake calls out as he opens your bedroom door. “Oh, what’s that?” He takes a seat next to you on the bed and eyes you curiously. “It’s called embroidery.” you state, your fingers focused on weaving the needle back and forth in the fabric.

“Done!” You hold up the pair of jeans, showing Jake the little daisies you just stitched on to the back pockets. “Wow! That’s so cool!” He pinches your cheeks, feeling giddy looking at your proud face. “You think you could embroider Layla onto my hoodie?” he asks. You promised him that you would but months have passed since, your busy schedule keeping you from indulging in your hobby.

Which brings you to this exact moment. You head to Jake’s room which he shared with Jay when you hear no movement within the apartment. The dorm was empty most hours of the day with Enha being at the company for practice or on set for schedules. You rummage through Jake’s closet and find the black hoodie that he wears most often.

As you exit the room, your eyes fall on the desk and see one of Jake’s Lego projects. He recently picked it up as a hobby and earned the title Lego master from the members and fans after sharing his creations. You approach the desk, admiring the beautiful flower bouquet. Your fingers trace over the delicate Lego pieces wondering why you’ve never seen it before.

You and Jake have fallen into the habit of sharing everything with each other, especially with so much time apart and so little time together. Your relationship recently consisted of FaceTime chats after classes or work, often resulting in you both falling asleep on call. He would always excitedly show you his Lego sets so it’s odd to see the unfamiliar creation in front of you.

You are so lost in thought as you continue to admire the beautiful bouquet that you fail to hear the members arrive at the dorm. The door of the room opens and you look up to see your boyfriend with surprised eyes. He glances at the Lego bouquet on the desk in front of you before his face scrunches up in distress.

“Naurrr!! My surprise is ruined!” he falls to the floor in a dramatic manner. It suddenly dawns on you as to why you haven’t seen this particular Lego set before. “I was supposed to give it to you on our anniversary. I know how burdened you feel when I give you expensive gifts so I wanted to make you something instead.” He explains as he sits deflated on the ground.

“It turns out we had the same idea.” He looks up at you and sees his black hoodie in your hand. “You’re going to embroider Layla on it?” You nod your head in response and he brightens up instantly. He stands up and wraps you in a tight hug. 

“Presents are nice but just having you in my arms like this is the best gift I could ask for.”

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[madrone33]

RotT ranting ‘cause I need to express my unhappiness.

JIM YOU COMPLETE FUCKING IDIOT!

There is a whole ass 20 min long ep in Trollhunters called ‘Unbecoming’ exploring the question/insecurity of “What if Jim wasn’t the Trollhunter?” The answer clearly shown in the episode is “The whole world will go to shit, and in the end Jim is the Trollhunter, Amulet or not.”

Ya hear that Jim? AMULET or NOT.

So why is it that the 1st thing young Jimmy does when the Amulet breaks is go, “Oh no but can i be a hero without the Amulet?😱” Bitch EXCUSE ME??

Where did all that character development go huh? Up Gunmar’s fat asshole? ‘Cause no way are the writers doing this arc again that they already did very well in a series explicitly dedicated to Jim alone, without the time limit of a movie and the need to include sixty million other main characters from the other shows and all their separate arcs.

But apparently, the writers collectively decided to have selective amnesia that day and completely forgot about the episode dedicated to Jim’s insecurities and doubts. Nice going writers.

And then. And THEN. They have the audacity to take Toby - ma boi TP - and make it so the only thing he can do to help is sacrifice himself for the cause, and then die. Yes, you heard that right. They kill off Toby for shock value.

What. The. Fuck.

Toby is so much more than just the support guy who dies to give the movie a dark edgy “deep” ending. He’s Jim’s best friend, the steady accepting rock that Jim is lost without. It’s not a happy ending if Toby’s not in it. Jim would be broken. But I guess that was probably the point, huh. “Oh no, one of the main chs died, this movie really does have consequences!”

Except it actually doesn’t, because they almost immediately scrap that. See, after Toby’s tragic death - which btw I legit didn’t see coming and was completely confused by. And this wasn’t shock or denial from grief, this was just plain scepticism and confusion. Huh? Ok so did Toby just… die? It’s not a fake-out for drama?

I just sat there for a few minutes waiting for the film to clarify. And then when I realised yes, they did actually kill Toby, I waited a bit more for the film to pull something out of its ass to retcon this. Which it did. And boy was it some retcon.

Time travel. Yep. You heard right, but I’m going to write it again anyway: They used time travel.

Now time travel on its own isn’t a show breaker. Hell, it’s used quite effectively in many stories and movies. Harry Potter PoA case in point. So time travel as a concept isn’t bad. It’s when the time travel breaks the timeline, already existing lore, character development, character integrity, stakes, suspension of disbelief, and makes you feel like nothing you watched mattered, that it becomes bad. Which RotT does. And it’s a dumpster fire.

Jim travels back in time, not to the moment before Toby’s sacrifice, which would have invalidated that sacrifice but might have been bearable. Not to the beginning of the movie, which would have been a bit weird but bearable. No. Go big or go home right? He goes all the way back to Trollhunters Season 1 Episode 1 ‘Becoming’. The beginning of the fucking series.

In case you don’t realise what a colossal screw up this is, let me lay out the situation for you.

So, y’know all those characters you know and love? Y’know how you love them because you’ve seen them grow from idealistic normal kids to responsible and dependable badasses? Y’know how you put your time into watching 88 episodes and 1 movie? Y’know how you witnessed 34 hours of these characters learning and growing and interacting together? Y’know all the highs and lows, the tears and the smiles, the laughs and the cringes, the heartbreak and wholesome? The journey these characters, and this world, has taken? The moments and episodes and people and places you know and have grown to care about?

Well. Take all that, wrap it up really nicely with a bow on top, sign ‘My Childhood’ on it, and then just kinda… throw it in the trash. And then crush it under a trash compactor. And then light the resulting piece of shit on fire.

According to the writers and world and lore and canon, those 88 episodes? They don’t exist. None of that has happened, except in Jim’s head. It’s kinda like the ‘it was all a dream’ stories, but almost worse because that dream is going to happen again.

We know what’s going to happen. Doing it again will feel cheap and boring and flat. Those characters we like ‘cause of character development? Not there anymore. We’re stuck with the simple boring normal versions of them again. And we’ll have to watch them go through the same things as if for the first time just to get to the characters we like. Only it won’t be for the first time. And we’ll know that.

Why would we want this? Writers? Hello? Someone answer me, because I don’t know the reason myself! Why in the everloving shit would we ever want to retcon 32 hours of viewing experience, just to do it all. Over. Again. There is no reason. Because we don’t want to.

Hell, even Jim probably doesn’t want to! The writers made it so he still remembers everything, so do you know how much trauma this guy probably has by now? Let’s see:

Bular trying to kill him, Draal trying to kill him, Goblins trying to kill him, Nomura trying to kill him, Gladys trying to kill him, the Stalkling trying to kill him, lightning trying to kill him, Strickler trying to kill him, lying to his Mom, Golems trying to kill him, Gato trying to kill him, Angor Rot trying to kill him, Pixies being pixies, his Mom almost being killed, Aaarrrgghh being killed.

The Darklands trying to kill him, Nyarlagroths trying to kill him, Gumm Gumms trying to kill him, Dictatious trying to kill him, Gunmar trying to kill him, the Gruesome trying to kill him, Usurna trying to kill him, the Deep trying to kill him, Vendal being killed, Otto trying to kill him, Trollmarket’s citizens being killed, Claire almost killing herself. Claire getting possessed and trying to kill him, Draal being killed, Merlin trying to kill him, Jim killing his humanity, the sun trying to kill him, Morgana trying to kill him.

The Green Knight trying to kill him, Arthur trying to kill him, Guards trying to kill him, Aaarrrgghh trying to kill him, the Arcane Order trying to kill him, Jim trying to kill his friends, Merlin being killed, Jim being killed. Nari trying to kill him, Numora being killed, Strickler being killed, Archie and Charlemagne being killed, the world being killed, Toby being killed.

Yeahhh. He’s got trauma. He’s got trauma for days. Hey, you know what’s great for someone who has trauma? Putting them back into the traumatic situation and doing it again! I’m sure their mental health won’t completely crumble under the stress. This is going to go great! Not.

And that’s not even the worst part. Haha ohhh no!

The worst part - by FAR - is that this stupid garbage excuse for a movie not only forgets about ‘Unbecoming’ once, but twice.

During the bulk of the movie, Jim struggles with feeling like he can’t be a hero without the Amulet. During the end of the movie though, after Jim’s successfully time travelled to the writers’ heart’s content, Jim forgets the other major lesson of Unbecoming, the part about what happens if Jim isn’t the Trollhunter. Don’t remember? Here’s a friendly reminder from before:

“The whole world will go to shit, and in the end Jim is the Trollhunter, Amulet or not.”

Did you catch that first part? Ahem.

“THE WHOLE WORLD WILL GO TO SHIT.”

If Jim is not the Trollhunter, if he does not pick up the Amulet and stop the Bridge from forming, and kill Bular and Gunmar and Angor Rot, the whole world goes to complete, absolute, no holds barred, shit. And what does Jim do at the end of the movie, having seen in terrifying detail exactly what that kind of future is? Why, he makes Toby the Trollhunter of course!

I- I can’t. I just can’t with this movie. How-? Why-? Just why. Why do this? Jim, you remember what happened last time you refused the call, right? You- you do remember, right??

Killahead opens. Bular is still alive. Gunmar and the whole Gumm Gumm army is free. Arcadia’s population of humans is eaten alive. Trollmarket is overrun. There are Changelings and Goblins and all kinds of Darklands creatures everywhere. No-one can kill Gunmar because the Amulet is broken, which means no Eclipse Armor.

Merlin’s staff is most likely taken by the bad guys, since the Amulet can’t lead any GGs to it first. Merlin is crushed to death without waking. Morgana is freed. The Eternal Night is upon us. Humanity is eaten. The Arcane Order turns everything back to the Stone Age with no one to stop them. The Arkiridians land on Earth and are probably killed. There goes Arkiridian-5’s royal family. General Morando becomes Gaylen and battles the Arcane Order for ultimate supremacy over the Universe.

This is the Bad Timeline. Everything sucks.

Jim. Jim buddy. Buddy ol’ pal. Jimbo. Why in the everloving fuck would you do this? It’s official, I think the writers have amnesia. They forgot that whole episode, apparently it wasn’t there.

And wait a minute- who ever said Jim could give the Amulet to Toby in the first place? It’s not, like, really his choice? Sure he rejected it in ‘Unbecoming,’ but that was mainly Merlin’s choice to make Draal the Trollhunter instead of Jim to teach Jim a lesson. Key word: Merlin’s choice. Because it’s Merlin’s Amulet, and he chooses who the next Trollhunter is.

Why would Merlin choose Toby just because he sacrificed himself in the future? Toby is, no offence Toby, not a logical choice to be Trollhunter. At this point in the story he’s not very fit, doesn’t seem to want the kind of adventure Jim does in the first episode, and he doesn’t have any fighting skills.

It’s only Jim’s expertise in cooking that lets him live in that first battle with Bular. Toby doesn’t have cooking skills. He will die on the first night, and then the Amulet will choose Jim again, but this time he’ll have even more added trauma.

And let's put aside the plot relevance of how much of a horrifying choice anyone who’s not Jim having the Amulet is for a sec. Plot aside, Jim as a character would never in his LIFE give Toby the Amulet. Because it’s not just a glowing amulet with cool armour and a sword for someone who’s worthy.

It’s a burden.

It’s a burden and a responsibility. It’s a lifelong commitment to putting others first. To making hard choices and having to live with the consequences of them in the aftermath. To giving every part of yourself, to sacrificing everything you are, so that someone else can be saved. Two worlds on the Trollhunter’s shoulders. Human and Troll.

That weight is something Jim has not wanted so many times. He’s admitted or complained or sighed or yelled that sometimes he wants to get to be a normal kid, live longer than high school, not worry about someone trying to kill him or someone else all the time.

The Trollhunter doesn’t get that luxury. Rule number one: Always be afraid. The Trollhunter can never stop being afraid. Their whole life from this point until DEATH is dedicated to this destiny of fear and hunting and protection.

Jim, who cares for and loves his best friend as a brother, would never ever push that kind of life and responsibility onto Toby and call it something good. The sole reason Jim went back in time at all was to save Toby. There is NO universe in which Jim willingly and happily then takes Toby’s life and shoves him into the path of Bular, and Strickler, and Angor Rot, and Gunmar.

And the icing on the fucked up cake is that the only way Jim managed to kill Gunmar was by turning into a troll. By giving up his life as a human teenager with a human family. By becoming a species with a lot of instincts and traits most others would label as monster. By giving up his life in the sun. By giving up part of his humanity.

Jim would NEVER force Toby into having to make that kind of choice. And I am ashamed of the writers who thought that he would.

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[evanpetersbitch]

The Blonde Boy - Part 1

Tate Langdon x Reader

Ok so this is going to be my first fic, so bear with me 😂. I will try my best for it to be good and spicy obviously, this first chapter is more of an introduction though.

I hope you like it xx

(Note: When from Tate’s POV, it will be indicated with “Tate’s POV”)

Word count: 1.1k

It was October 1st in the afternoon when we arrived at 1120 Westchester Place, California, our new home. 

Being in my senior year, I was really opposed to leave all of my childhood friends and enviroment behind, getting into the unkown. But all of my efforts trying to convince my parents to stay were in vain, in the end, here we are, no?

Getting out of the car I take a look around me, seeing that big house stand tall and intimidating. It was beautiful, yet it irradiated loneliness and mystery. Taking my headphones off I hurried to get my backback out of the back of the car while my parents waited for the 2 trucks with all of our stuff that were following us. 

I started walking towards the entrance of the house, the door already opened by my dad once we got here. It was kind of cold, but that was okay, I liked the cold. 

Looking around, it was the perfect victorian style-house I actually dreamed about when picturing my life in the future. 

Walking up the stairs I was looking for what would be my new bedroom. Since I was forced to come I will take the biggest room for myself, of course. 

Finding the room, I put my bag down on the side while exploring my new space. Looking out of the window, the trucks had arrived. 

It will take us a while setting everything up, but my guess is with the neurotic of my mother it will be done in no time, that’s for sure. Now I just need to set myself in, that will be a different challenge. 

I at least had the weekend to relax and prepare myself mentally to start the new high school. I knew already it will be torture. The school year has already started, everyone will have their circle by now, and coming in as a new student, an intruder, is always difficult. But I will make it, it’s only for a year and it’s done. 

- Y/N! Dinner is here, get down! - My mother calls me from below. 

I stopped my series and stood up, it was already 9 p.m., and the sun had gone down. I looked out through the window again, and to my surprise, there was a boy staning on the yard. I spent what felt like minutes staring at him in confusion, but in reality only lasted a few instances. 

- Y/N! Get down now, the food is going to get cold! - I hear my mother once again, instinctively shifting my head towards my door.

- I’m coming! - I shout back.

But when I turned my head back to the window, that boy was gone. 

“It must’ve been my imagination” I think to myself and get my slippers on, making my way down to the living room where my parents were waiting with pizza. 

Once we finished we just put on a movie and stayed silent for the next hour and a half, not paying much attention to the movie or the people around us, all three of us in our own little bubble. 

My mother was always very strict when it comes to…everything in life. The place where she is has to be spotless, everything has to be in order, or she will freak out. 

Talking about sex or feelings was also another taboo in our household, at least when it comes to mumsie, so everything I learned hat to be through porn and reading, which admittedly wasnt the best references. 

The movie ended and I decided to go back upstairs, saying good night.  I still had loads of stuff to unpack anyway and I was tired. 

My dad on the other hand is the complete opposite. He is fun and easygoing. I am definetly a daddy’s girl. I can talk freely with him, as long as my mother isn’t around to hear, we even smoke some joints sometimes, even though it’s not correct, it is something fun to do with him, our little secret.

I got up and put my pj’s on, consisting really of just some grey sweatpants and a loose red t-shirt that belonged to my best friend Ian, the baddest bitch around. I missed him a lot already. 

I shook my head trying to get rid of those thoughts and put my headphones back on to listen to some music while unpacking. 

The music started and I focused on the clothes in the boxes that were on my floor. Jesus, I didnt know I had so much stuff.

Tate’s POV:

Huh, new people arriving to the house, this will be interesting. 

The mother looks like a stuck up bitch for sure, but hey, at least the daughter looks fucking good, finger licking good. 

I watched them as they got all of their stuff into the house from out of the trucks. The familiarity with seeing this, another family moving in, not knowing even a little what they are getting into. 

I stood in the yard for, looking at them, but mainly the daughter. Following her around as they startet bringing all of their stuff inside, boxes full of trivial things and clothes. 

In the evening she wasnt doing anything other than watching something on her lapto which was boring to me, so I chose to go back outside to enjoy the darkness and stillness. 

At some point I felt this piercing feeling. Looking up at the window I see her, Y/N as I heard her parents call her. Looking straight into my eyes. Fuck, I was distracted and I let myself be seen. 

She moved for a second and I used that to make my way into the home again, unseen. 

Staring at her while she scrolls throgh her phone, such perfect skin, pure-looking soul. She was still dressed in skin-tight leggins and a tank top that lets me know she has good fucking tits. 

I wait around, roaming the house with no real objective other than wait for her to be finished with her parents and go upstairs, so I could observe her some more. 

And my prayers were answered soon after, because she got up, said her goodnights and let her parents know she was going upstairs for the rest of the night.

Already in her room I observe her every movement with no shame. Watching as she gets undressed, but when she got to her bra, I turned around for some reason. Maybe I didn’t want to see everything straight away. She looks kind of innocent, untouched. 

“We have to change that.” I think and smirk, watching as she starts humming a song coming from her headphones, completely oblivious to my presence. 

This will be fun.

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[babymetaldoll]

Baby, I'm yours - Chapter three: "To die by your side"

Summary: The team is doing its best to find Emily. Spencer is struggling with the fear of losing his friend and the thought of not being enough to keep his girlfriend safe.

Word count: 11,5K

Warnings: Lots of angst, Criminal Mind classic and painful canon, smut, mention of drug addiction and drug use.

'A/N: Hey guys!! Thank you for reading! And sorry for the angst! Tumblr didn't show last week's chapter in the tags 😔 I don't know why. Remember feedback is more than welcome if you are enjoying this story: Like, reblog and comment if you can.

Next update: February 1st

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(Y/N)’s point of view

I was having an awful flashback. I was again outside Tobias Hankel’s house and Morgan was telling me Spencer was nowhere to be seen. It was the same feeling of fear and panic that didn’t let me think straight all those years ago, and that ended up making me yell at JJ.

The fear of losing someone you love can be the fuel you need to bring them back or a paralyzing energy that restrains each and every one of your thoughts and movements. At that minute, it was the second.

I walked to Penelope’s office to tell her we were ready to take off to Boston and didn’t even knock on the door. She was talking on the phone with someone, and soon I realized she was leaving voicemails in every phone number that had ever belonged to Prentiss.

- “Hey, it's me. Hotch asked me to try all your numbers, and I have this as an old listing, and you probably don't even use it anymore, but if it is you and you're out there, come home, please. God, Emily, what did you think, that we would just let you walk out of our lives? I am so furious at you right now! Then I think about how scared you must be, how you're in some dark place all alone. But you're not alone, ok? You are not alone. We are in that dark place with you. We are waving flashlights and calling your name. So if you can see us, come home. If you can't, then..”- I rested my head on her shoulder as I heard her sobbing- “Then you stay alive. 'Cause, we're coming!”

- “We love you, Emily! We are your family”- I added and broke into tears as well. Garcia hugged me and we cried for a few minutes. I needed to let it all out before I put on my BAU profiler mask and hid every feeling I had.

- “We are gonna bring her home, and we are gonna get so wasted!”- I whispered and chuckled between sobs

- “Oh, we are gonna get so drunk after this!”- Garcia agreed and wiped off her tears- “Let’s save our friend, munchkin.”

We were on a plane to Boston. Emily had been captured by Doyle, Garcia had shown us the footage and for a second, we all thought the worst. Also, the police had detained Clyde Easter in that city and we needed to talk to him as soon as possible. He had to give us some more info about Doyle and his relationship with Prentiss. Anything that could help us find them.

- “Emily walked into a trap. It looks like Doyle got into the SUV, but from this angle, you can see that he didn't. Which I wished Boston PD would have told me before I started watching it. Sorry again for the screaming.”

Penelope showed us again the footage of the incident, and we analyzed it frame by frame.

- “She threw a flash-bang grenade into a car. She's lucky the 3 people inside didn't die. Is anybody else bothered by that?”- Morgan was clearly upset, he had been angry for the last 10 hours, after Prentiss’ disappearance. I had been upset when we discovered she had slept with Doyle, but at that point, I just wanted to bring my friend safe. I didn’t care what she had done.

- “Well, three bad guys.”- Rossi gave him a sarcastic remark and shook his head.

- “Illegal as it is, I think Prentiss knows she has to be as ruthless as Doyle.”- Hotch pointed out and I nodded in support as I sipped my tea.

- “He's come to the US to wage a public vendetta and hired a group of mercenaries to remain loyal to him. He has nothing to lose, so she has to act the same way.”- Reid added with a voice that showed how deeply concerned he was. I wanted to hold his hands the entire time to show him I was there with him, but I knew I couldn’t at the time.

- “So how did Doyle know she was waiting for him?”- Rossi asked and JJ answered.

- “ Well, the mole must have told him, right? The same guy who's been feeding Doyle the contractors and agents?”

- “And our best suspect was just arrested with a suitcase full of cash. How do we get Easter to talk? He won't cooperate willingly.”- Seaver questioned and I knew Hoth was going to handle the asshole himself.

- “I'll handle that. The rest of you focus on Doyle's location.”

- “I hate to be the one to ask this, but how long does Emily have?”- Garcia’s question was in fact the same we all shared, but no one had spoken about it in fear of the truth. Hotch’s voice was soft and kind as he explained the situation in the most positive way possible.

- “Her best chance is also the most troubling. Doyle saved her for last because he views her as his stressor. Which means he'll take his time.”

We all looked down and stayed in silence for most of what was left of the trip.

The Boston police station felt like a prison. I wanted to get out of there and find Emily. I knew walking around with no clue and no idea of what was happening would be useless, but waiting felt like torture. I just hoped Em wasn’t going through torture herself.

- “Get your hands off me! Do you know who I am? I'm the man!”- Hotch and I turned to see the man walking in cuffs to the station.

- “Who's that?”- I asked Rossi, who joined us with more info

- “Jack Fahey, Irish mob. He called Easter's cell phone 12 times in 6 hours.”

- “Any connection to Doyle?”- Hotch looked at Rossi as he waited for an affirmative answer.

- “Boston PD says he's low-level. But the Irish mob has long-standing ties to the IRA”- Rossi explained.

- “You two and Reid, see if you can get anything out of him.”- Hotch said and the three of us nodded before we started walking away.

I had questioned witnesses and suspects many times with Reid before. But never as a couple. I had wondered how that would be, but under those circumstances, I didn’t have much patience to play any kind of game.

- “Why were you calling Clyde Easter so much, Jack?”- Rossi asked right away, as we stood in front of Fahey, but he decided to ignore him.

- “Anybody got a smoke? How about you sweetheart?”- I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms on my chest, not saying a word back to him- “How about you, beanpole?”

- “What do you think?”- I asked my boyfriend as he made eye contact with Fahey and whispered his answer, making sure the suspect could hear us.

- “Narcissism masking deep-seated insecurity.”- Rossi and I nodded at his description.

- “So if we puncture his self-image, this hood rat will talk.”- David added, just to toy with him.

- “Hey, hey, hey, I ain't no hood rat. You take that back.”- Fahey freaked out immediately, as predicted.

- “Well, you look like one. You smell like one. You smell that?”- Rossi walked to Fahey as he spoke, and Spencer and I sniffed and answered at the same time.

- “Hood rat.”

- “I am not! Take it back!”- Fahey looked funny when he was mad, I give him that.

- “Hey, Jack. Do you know what a hood rat is?”- I walked over and stared at the suspect right in the eyes. He couldn't even answer my question, so I looked at Spencer and shook my head- “You see what I mean? He's just gonna have to learn the hard way.”

- “All right, all right, look, Clyde was gonna pay my medical bills, all right? This ear, it ain't growing back.”

- “What happened to it?”- Reid crossed his arms on his chest and looked at him with a severe glance.

- “This bitch teammate of his shot it. Said it was a warning. Thought she could take on this IRA big shit named Doyle. So I told these...!”- but the poor bastard couldn’t keep talking ‘cos Rosi kinda lost it. He squeezed his shot ear, making him cry and twist in pain on his chair. Blood came from the wound through the patch and soaked Rossi’s hand.

- “What the hell, man?! Jeez!”

- “Where's Prentiss?”- I shouted and hit the table, trying to get his attention.

- “Who? I don't know!”

- “Lauren Reynolds. Where is Lauren Reynolds?”- Spencer asked with the same urgency and somehow Fahey chuckled through the pain.

- “Oh. Friend of yours, is she?”- suddenly I realized we had lost our upper hand with him. And all just because of our feelings for Prentiss.

- “You tell us where she is right now, or I swear, I'll send you to a prison where they'll teach you what a hood rat is.”- Rossi threatened him, but it was too late, the bastard just chuckled.

- “And by the time you do, she'll be in pieces. So, uh... my price just went up.”

If he hadn’t been our only lead, I would have killed him right there and no one would have missed him. But we needed whichever piece of information the bastard could give us.

- “200,000?”- Seaver asked underneath, pretty shocked as we all stood at a side of the station. Fahey was sitting a few feet from us, waiting for our resolution.

- “What other leverage do we have?”- Hotch asked.

- “I just wanna beat the shit out of him until he speaks”- I confessed and sighed- “But I know it won’t take us very far, and there is not enough time.”

- “Is he an addict?”- Seaver asked, taking a second look at him.

- “He's having a nicotine fit. We wouldn't let him smoke.”- I explained and even cut her an evil grin.

- “We could use that. He’d relax, open his big mouth.”- Seaver suggested, and surprisingly it wasn’t a bad idea.

- “Is that enough?”- Hotch questioned and she cut him her sweetest smile.

- “Well, I'm pretty good with narcissists.”

- “Please don’t tell me, your dad was a serial killer and you know everything about narcissists”- the words slipped my lips, I couldn’t help it and I knew Hotch was gonna make me pay for it.

- “Well, I also dated a few.”- she answered and I sighed. We were going to go through Seaver’s plan. God help me.

For security reasons, we took Fahey to the rooftop. Hotch thought having two girls would help him feel more relaxed and so it was just me and Seaver with him. Well, if you ignore all the officials waiting for us at the door, including Spencer who insisted on keeping a close eye on what was happening.

- “You know when a cigarette is best? After sex with me.”- that bastard joked as he took a long drag of his cigarette, winking at Ashley.

- “Mind your manners, asshole.”- I commanded and kept my serious look on him. Clearly, I was the bad cop in that situation- “You're already extorting us for Prentiss’ location.”

- “So, just out of curiosity, what's it like working for Doyle?”- Seaver asked with a sweet tone of voice.

- “Eh, he's not so tough.”

- “Wow. I bet you're his hookup, aren't you? I mean, after all, you're the man.”

- “I could show you how much of a man I really am.”- I clenched my knuckles and took a step closer to Fahey, ready to smack those dirty answers out of him. But he raised his arms and took a step back.

- “All right, all right, all right, jeez. What's with the sexy good /sexy bad cop routine? What do you two think…”- a shot came from a window nearby, all of a sudden.

- “Down!”- I quickly wrapped my arms around Seaver and the two of us kneeled down as we heard a second gunshot and our only lead dropped dead right in front of us. Seaver started shaking, Fahey’s blood damping her white sweater. I kept my arms around her for a few more seconds, trying to comfort her as the police force surrounded us, working to find the killer.

- “Are you ok?”- I whispered and she just nodded.

- “(Y/N)!! (Y/N)!!”- Spencer showed up running and cupped my face in his hands- “Are you ok? are you hurt?”- I just shook my head and looked into his teary eyes, feeling like the most loved human on earth.

- “I’m ok, it’s ok honey. They got Fahey, we are ok. Right, Ashley?”- I rubbed my hand on her back and she nodded.

- “Yeah, but now we are back to square one”- she whispered, still shaky.

- “Come on”- Spencer helped us stand up and quickly walked us in.- “It’s not safe out here.”

After Spencer made sure I was safe, his fear of losing me (or any other member of the team under those circumstances) hitting hard for a moment, I grabbed a clean shirt from my go bag and walked to find Seaver. The poor kid was trying to wipe off the blood from her sweater with a napkin. It was sad. I knew without Prentiss, she didn’t have anyone close inside the team but Rossi. And I also knew it wouldn’t kill me to be nice to her for once.

- “That's not going to come out.”- I announced as I walked toward her.

- “Yeah, I know.”- I gave her my shirt and she looked at it in shock for a moment. Yeah, apparently it was that hard to believe that I could be nice and human with her- “Thanks.”

- “It’s ok. Actually, I needed to talk to you”

- “About…”- I don’t know what she wanted to say ‘cos I started talking before she could finish her idea.

- “Ashley, we have a problem. Without Fahey, there's not much left. We all want to save Prentiss so badly that we can't see this case straight.”

- “Ok. What do we do?”

- “Something that terrifies me: we depend on the team member with the freshest eyes.”- Seaver looked at me in shock and shook her head, honestly scared to carry such a burden on herself.

- “Oh, no. Not me, no.”

- “Believe me, this hurts me too. But the truth is you haven't worked with Prentiss for five years. You're unprejudiced.”- I sat next to her and maintained eye contact the entire time. I didn’t mean to make her nervous, I just needed her to focus.

- “Now, what's been bugging you since we left Quantico? How about the affair? That bugs me, you saw me, I yelled when I found out what had happened. Now tell me, how does the two of them sleeping together change Doyle's profile?”

- “I don't know.”- she mumbled, frustrated

- “Come on, Ashley. It's textbook!!”- I raised my voice ‘cos though I was trying to be nice at her, I was also aware we were running out of time to find Prentiss safe.

- “I haven't read every textbook! You always complain about that!!”- Ashley yelled back at me, so I moved closer to her and ket pushing her.

- “You want me to hold your hand? Fine! See? I'm holding your hand and giving you all my moral support. Now tell me, honestly: What doesn't fit? Just say it! What are you thinking? Spit it out!”

- “Why families?!”- she finally shouted and I nodded, excited pushing her had actually worked.

- “Keep going.”

- “Prentiss is Doyle's stressor. He wants revenge on the woman who betrayed him, and I understand that. But why kill that child in D. C.?”

- “Finally! You just gave me a reason to love the fact you are on the team.”- I hugged her and she widened her eyes- “Now throw away that awful sweater, put on the clean shirt and never wear white to work again, got it?”

Spencer’s point of view

There were too many stressors. Way too many for me to handle properly under that amount of stress. First, Prentiss runs away from us, hiding information from the team. Then, knowing how far she had gone with Doyle, faking a relationship with him and even sleeping with him. I’m not a prude, but even I know that can mess things up in the field. Now how did that change Doyle’s profile and how was he going to act with Emily? We had nothing.

And the fact a sniper had shot Fahey on the police station’s roof and might have killed (Y/N) instead was eating me alive. Of course, I always knew there was a risk in doing what we do for a living. And yes (Y/N) had been shot before (by far, the worst day of my life). But that day, on that rooftop, it affected me on a completely different level. I wanted to protect her no matter what, and I hated feeling I couldn’t do it properly.

I don’t think it had actually hit me until that day, but I wanted to marry her. I wanted to have babies with her. And soon. We had waited so long to confess our feelings I didn’t want to wait another five years to commit. I knew we had been dating for less than a month, but I knew she was my forever. I knew it since the first time I saw her.

But at that minute our job was to bring Prentiss home. Then I could take care of the rest.

Hotch got Prentiss' ex’s unit chief, Clyde Eater, to collaborate with us and the entire team got together to finally make some progress.

- “Ian Doyle's a power-assertive psychopath, highly controlling and very explosive when something doesn't go as planned.”- Clyde explained. We knew he was a psychopath and a serial killer. But his M.O and all the intel the CIA had on him were extremely useful to profile the bastard. And most important: to know what he was doing with Prentiss.

- “Ok, so how does this fit in with who he is as a family annihilator?”- Seaver asked and (Y/N) added

- “And Prentiss’ role in it.”

- “Annihilators have a romanticized view of who their family is.”- I looked at Clyde, but he shook his head at my words.

- “Well, actually, he was an orphan.”

- “Well, they think of family as their possession, until some law shatters that and starts them killing”- Morgan added.

- “But Doyle was never married.”- Clyde kept dismissing all of our contributions to the profile.

- “Children?”- Rossi asked, but we all guessed it was negative.

- “No.”

- “You run your profile that he carried out his murder with surgical-like precision.”- I continued talking as (Y/N) grabbed the picture of the kid Doyle shot from my hands, trying to find anything on that image that we could use as a clue.

- “Yes.”

- “With no collateral damage.”- Morgan added.

- “That's right.”

- “Perhaps this child was a surrogate for one he had.”- (Y/N) suggested

- “Say Doyle had a child and you didn't know about it. Is it possible that Prentiss did?”- Rossi asked the million-dollar question, and Clayde shook his head.

- “Then why would she keep it from me?”

- “Who else was in the compound the day that you arrested Doyle?”- Hotch asked and looked at the list of names.

- “Just his staff.”

- “All Irish?”- Hotch raised an eyebrow going through the names again, and Clayde nodded.

- “Yeah.”

- “That's a start.”

Thirty two minutes later we had an address and we got ready to rescue our friend. We knew Prentiss discovered Ian Doyle had in fact a son hidden, who had been raised by one of his maids as her own, to keep him from any danger. When the CIA got Doyle, the maid and the boy made it to America, and a year after Doyle’s imprisonment, Prentiss faked their deaths and relocated them, saving their lives from him. We didn’t know how or where. We just knew she made sure she did everything she could to save that kid’s life. Because that is how amazing Prentiss is.

We were on a rescue mission for Emily. The entire team, plus the special forces, got to an empty warehouse. We all walked in, and the first thing I did was to keep (Y/N) close. I couldn't focus on anything if I didn’t know she was close enough for me to save her. Morgan’s words kept spinning in my head: Our only advantage in that mission was stealth. Once Doyle knew we were on site, nothing would stop him from killing Prentiss. Or anyone on his way.

Derek was leading the mission, and after a few minutes of the most nerve-wracking silence, he announced he had Emily.

- “I got her!!”- his voice nearly pierced my ear as he shot into the earpiece- “I got her in the basement on

Southside! I need a medic!”

I stopped in my tracks and grabbed (Y/N)’s arm, who had just started running towards Morgan.

- “We don’t know where Doyle is! Stop! (Y/N)!”- I looked into her teary eyes and felt her struggling to let go.

- “But she is right there, Spencer! She needs us!!”- she begged as we heard Derek’s voice in our earpiece again.

- “Prentiss. Hey, it's me, I'm right here. You're gonna be alright. Stay with me, baby. Come on, stay with me.”- the officials cleared the room as we all continued to move, being extra careful in case Doyle was still in the area. I surely doubted it. He just wanted to hurt Emily and he couldn’t do it with all of us there and all his men down.

- “Clear!”- we heard that word, and (Y/N) ran from my side until she got to Prentiss and Derek the minute the ambulance reached the perimeter. I caught her and held her as we watched the paramedics checking her vitals and quickly moving her into the ambulance and to the nearest hospital.

Honestly, it all happened too quickly and I almost didn’t register it all. The way Prentiss looked when we reached her side, pale, almost dead. How Morgan kept holding her hand and refused to move from her side, getting into the ambulance with her, even against the paramedic’s will. The way (Y/N)’s tears soaked my shirt when I wrapped my arms around her, and how her hands grabbed my arms and nearly hung from me, not letting go until Hotch said we had to go to the hospital.

Everything will be engraved in my memory forever. And I wish I could just forget it all. It was all too much. And it just kept getting worse.

We waited over five hours in that visitor lounge, in the hospital. (Y/N) sat next to me, shaking most of the time, though I gave her my jacket, and wrapped my arm around her to keep her warm, and Rossi kept getting us coffee and snacks from the closest vending machine.

- “She is gonna be ok, right?”- Penelope whispered and waited for our answer. Derek just wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple. (Y/N) looked at me for a moment, with pleading eyes. She wanted to hear it too, she needed to hear Prentiss was gonna be ok. I cut her a short smile, though my eyes were filled with tears, and snuggled closer to her.

- “Of course, she is gonna be ok”- I whispered to her and she just nodded, resting her head on my shoulder.

I think that’s the first time I knew I was lying to my girlfriend. But I was too scared to tell her I didn’t know. That I just wasn’t sure what was gonna happen. I wanted to be her rock, the man she needed. But I was so scared. Petrified at the thought of losing my friend. Of failing to the team.

We all raised our eyes when we heard footsteps coming over, and JJ walked slowly over us. Her eyes were red and she couldn’t even speak. We all turned to her and waited if she had any update on Prentiss’ condition. But her tears stopped our hearts. (Y/N) held my hand and squeezed it tight. I just opened my mouth, not knowing what to say. It couldn’t be right. There was no way that was actually happening.

- “She never made it off the table”- JJ confirmed and for a moment, time stopped. I refuse to believe what she had said was true. My friend couldn’t be dead. My last conversation with her couldn’t be that random exchange of words. Emily Prentiss couldn’t be dead.

I looked around and watched how all of our friends were breaking apart. Rossi was sobbing, Garcia was in shock. I stood up and tried to run away, though I didn’t really know where I was planning to go. But (Y/N) grabbed my hand and stopped me. I turned to look at her and saw the tears falling down her cheeks as she bit her lips, trying her best to contain her emotions. I knew she hated crying in public, and I also knew she couldn’t really control it at the moment.

- “Hon…”- she whispered and grabbed both my arms, maybe scared I would actually run away from her. But instead of fighting her touch, I melted into it, wrapping my arms around her body and sobbing against the soft skin of her neck.

- “I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye”- I mumbled and felt her arms trying to hold me together. I let my tears run as she hugged me and caressed my back. She was crying too, as well as everybody around us. That couldn’t be happening. Emily couldn’t be dead. That couldn't just be it. We were the good guys, and the good guys always win. We couldn’t lose her, we couldn’t lose Emily.

But we did.

(Y/N) and I held each other the entire flight back home. I don’t really know if we were trying to console one another, or just trying to stay together to keep each other sane. I didn’t follow any of the PDA rules Hotch and Strauss had been nagging us about. I held (Y/N) in my arms the entire trip. I sat her on my lap and wrapped a blanket around her, ‘cos she kept shaking.

No one said a word the entire trip. The only sound around us were grieves and sobs. There was a deep feeling of loss. Not only we had lost Emily, but we all felt lost. It seemed unreal.

(Y/N)’s hands were clinging to my sweater, and every time I moved on the seat, she tightened her grip on me. I kissed her forehead as I snuggled her closer.

- “I’m not going anywhere”- I whispered and slowly leaned it to kiss her hands. She sighed and looked into my eyes with tears.

- “I’m so scared, Spencer.”- she called me by my name as one of her hands let go of my sweater and moved to my cheeks, caressing me- “I don’t wanna lose you too.”

- “You won’t, I swear. I am not going to leave you, and nothing bad will happen to me.”

But the truth is, I was petrified too. And I held her even tighter until we got home, ‘cos I was also scared to lose her. We did everything we could to keep Prentiss safe, but we failed. The same way we failed to protect Elle, and Garcia. We failed to protect Hailey and Jack. We were a failure, the entire BAU. And it scared me to death to think something bad could ever happen to my girl.

We got home that night and just sat on her couch. We talked about having a cup of tea, but neither of us moved. We just sat there, crying and holding each other until the sun came out.

I smelled her shampoo all over me as (Y/N) let her hair loose and for once, it didn’t make me feel better, protected or loved. If anything, it made me more anxious. I just couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel losing her. And the fear kept crawling down my skin like a disease that spread all over my body.

And there was only one thing I knew had helped me get rid of that fear and pain: Dilaudid.

(Y/N)’s point of view

I stood outside the car and took a deep breath. We were at the cemetery, ready to give Emily her final resting place. It wasn’t right. The last few days had been the closest I had ever been to hell. We had to present our reports on what had happened the day Emily died. Then Hotch gave us the day off to rest and process what had happened. And now we were at a cemetery. No, it made no sense.

I had cried my eyes out in the last 48 hours. Life had changed completely and I felt lost. I refused to admit the fact my friend was gone. That had to be a joke, a very bad one. But I knew we couldn't function as a team without Emily. She was our rock. She was the one who always managed to keep her cool, even during the worst times. She was the one I turned to for advice since she joined the team, ‘cos we both had a rough start with Gideon, and Hotch wasn’t a big fan of women’s work when we first started.

- “Ready?”- Spencer held my hand and took me from my thoughts. I shook my hand and bit my lips, making my best not to cry anymore. I’ve always hated crying in public. He kissed my hand, and his lips lingered on my skin for a second before we started walking to meet the rest of the team.

Penelope was already there, with Morgan. I rested my head on her shoulder not saying a word, as I felt her caressing my hair. We just stood there in silence until Hotch and Rossi walked over. Aaron hugged us all, as I kept fighting the tears back.

- “It’s time.”- that was all he said, and we just nodded.

Spencer kissed my cheek one more time before walking with Morgan, Rossi, and Hotch to hold Prentiss’s coffin and carry it to her grave. Penelope held my hand as we walked behind them, along with JJ and Seaver, carrying some of Prentiss’ favorite flowers. Everybody was there, but I didn’t register much. A priest talked about loss and how we shall overcome it. But it was all a blur. I just remember standing in front of the coffin, fighting the tears, holding Spencer’s hand tight.

JJ walked and left her flowers on the coffin, and Penelope followed slowly. Then Seaver, Rossi, and Morgan. Spencer looked at me and I did my best to walk. But I swear, I felt my knees were going to betray me any minute. My boyfriend held my arm tight and helped me make my way to say my last goodbye. I still don’t know how he had the strength to do it if I knew he was hurting too. But at that minute I knew I was more thankful to have him than ever. I never wanted to lose him.

- “Come on kid, let’s go to my house for a drink”- Rossi whispered after the ceremony was over.

- “No, thank you. I wanna be alone”- I whispered, knowing he wasn’t going to let me go, but still trying to see if he could get I didn’t want to deal with people.

- “Kid, this hit the entire family and it’s time for the family to be together. Come. Both of you can not lock yourself to grieve all alone.”- Rossi was right, I just didn’t know how to deal with everything that was happening with all those people around me.

- “Do you wanna go?”- I asked Spencer, who kept holding my hand, his eyes glued to the ground.

- “It’s gonna be good for all of us”- Rossi added and Reid nodded. I sighed and gave up. I knew it was gonna be worse not attending, and maybe Dave was right and some time with family would be good for all of us.

Of course, spending time with family, under those circumstances, was painfully hard, because though all we wanted was to support each other, all our emotions were on the surface, and I don’t think we knew what to do with them.

We drove in convoy to Rossi’s and when we got there we realized he had prepared a little get-together. He had some food, some wine and a table in his backyard ready for us. Spencer poured a glass of wine for me, grabbed a juice for himself, and stood by my side as the rest of the team gathered around for a toast. I didn’t feel like toasting for Emily. Not that I didn’t want to honor her, but I wanted to do it on my own. I didn’t feel ready to share my feelings with my friends just yet.

- “To Emily”- Rossi raised his glass and his voice broke immediately- “A tuff rock, the smartest woman and one of the best friends we’ve had.”- we all raised our glasses and drank a sip.

- “Emily is my… was my best friend”- Garcia started, but tears stopped her speech. Morgan wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead, in support. We weren’t ready for this. The wound was open and bleeding. This was basically just twisting the knife inside the wound.

- “I remember when she first joined the team ‘cos Stauss pushed me to accept her. Erin thought she could use Em to control me and get some info about our work. And instead, she gave us an invaluable team member, and a friend that will live in our hearts forever.”- Hotch’s words started with a light chuckle and ended with tears. I knew he wanted us to remember the good things, but we couldn’t just forget that she was dead, and we would never see her again.

- “I just can’t believe she is gone”- Spencer whispered and I wrapped an arm around him immediately- “I mean, if we can’t protect each other, what can we do? how can we do our work?”

No one could give an answer to that. I know I didn’t have comfort words for Spencer ‘cos I felt broken inside as well. I hugged him tight and felt how he soaked my neck with tears, as he made an effort to cry quietly.

- “I just wish she would have trusted us from the beginning.”- Derek took a sip of his wine and stared at us, fighting the tears- “I mean, we could have helped her! we could have caught Doyle and killed that son of a bitch!”

- “Derek”- Hotch tried to calm him down, but we all had to express our feelings somehow, I guess.

- “Why did she do this alone?! I told her we were there for her! I knew she was hiding something from us! And now she is gone!”

Morgan was angry, and I got it. I had noticed Emily was acting strange but didn’t do anything either. I was too busy being happy with Reid. And in a way, I blamed myself as well.

- “Emily locked us out of her life. She decided she was better on her own.”- JJ argued and Will held her hand, ‘cos it felt as if her words came out harder than she had initially intended.

- “We are all fucking profilers! We all knew there was something going on and we just decided to overlook it!”- I argued and let Spencer go ‘cos I needed a refill of my wine already.

- “Kid, we all feel guilty. Trust me, I hate myself right now and I know there are a lot of things that we could have done to help her. But we didn’t, and it’s done. Regret won’t take us anywhere but feeling even more miserable!”- Rossi raised his voice but didn’t try to lecture me. He followed me to the bar and wrapped an arm around me, pouring me a second glass of wine.

- “But we have each other, ragazza. And we are gonna overcome this together. Trust me.”

My BAU family is so different from my real one. I could get away from my blood relatives, I had a million excuses I had certified were adequate to stay away from them. But I could never get away from my BAU’s kin. They were harder to keep away.

Spencer excused himself and walked to the bathroom for a moment. I looked at him and realized he had been trying to be strong for me, and be my rock. But of course, I knew he needed to process the whole situation his own way. I knew he wasn’t afraid to cry in front of me or anything like it. But he would never want to feel like he was a burden for me. And he would want to process his sorrow alone.

I just hoped this whole thing wouldn’t affect our new relationship. All I actually wanted was to curl into bed with him, hug him and get some rest. It felt like the weight of the world was on our shoulders and there was no escape from it.

- “I didn’t get to know Emily very well”- Seaver started talking and for once, I didn’t really care. I was so sad I didn’t even want to argue with her- “But she was the first to open her arms and give me a chance. Teach me some of the things she knew and just… help me be a better profiler.”

- “My baby was like that”- Garcia whispered, trying her best to stop sobbing- “She would always go an extra mile for someone she knew deserved it.”

- “She also had the better comebacks. I learned so many curse words from her”- I sipped my wine after my words and heard Rossi chuckle.

- “You can’t say she was a bad influence. You two together were an accident waiting to happen.”

- “Remember when she picked up that guy at the bar?”- Garcia looked at me and JJ, and we both knew exactly what she was talking about.

- “What guy?”- Spencer walked over and stood by my side. I turned to him and cut him a shy smile, holding his hands. His fingers were cold and I felt like kissing them, but it felt weird doing that in front of the team.

- “A random asshole that flirted with her at a bar one time when she first joined the team. We had one of our first ladies' nights and she walked to our table with a guy that told her was an FBI agent”- I explained and Garcia shook her head.

- “No, but he was a loser, he was so pathetic. He kept saying everything we asked was “classified.”

- “Worst was when she said “affirmative” instead of yes!”- JJ added and I chuckled.

- “Oh my god! I had totally forgotten about that!”

- “The best part was when she asked him to see his batch and he argued he couldn’t show it ‘cos it was classified”- Garcia smiled at the memory and Rossi looked at us with wide-opened eyes.

- “And what did you guys do?”

- “We asked him if it looked anything like ours, and he turned around and left completely humiliated”- I finished the story with a big grin on my face, thinking that was the kind of thing that happened when Emily was in charge of getting the next round of drinks.

- “I remember when I hit her with my rocket on the head”- Spencer said and smiled as he remembered what happened that day- “And she didn’t even get mad at me, she just asked me to show her how I had done it”

- “And you didn’t, ‘cos a magician never reveals his secrets.”- I turned to my boyfriend and smiled. I remembered that day so well. He looked so cute and concentrated on preparing his tricks.

- “Remember when we asked her to flirt with that lousy guy to get a better profile?”- Morgan added with an evil grin.

- “¡Viper!”- I nearly jumped when I said his name- “The level of bullying I gave her for doing that…”

- “You flirted with him too!”- Morgan argued, and Spencer frowned, totally confused.

- “I did not, I was just mean to him as Emily worked her magic on the poor bastard. You on the other hand”- I turned and looked at Reid, who opened his eyes innocently, giving me his baby look.

- “What did I do, chipmunk?”

- “Morgan taught you how to flirt and you got that waitress’ phone number.”- Morgan laughed at the memory, and Spencer looked at me with his Bambi's eyes not knowing what to say- “And she sent you that stupid card you gave her”

- “Em said your anger was epic that night, so epic indeed, that you drank half a bottle of tequila and rambled for two hours about how much you hated Spencer flirting with other girls and how he never flirted with you.”

I opened my mouth to argue Garcia’s words, but I couldn’t. Instead I smiled, and a lot, ‘cos it was a beautiful memory with my friend. A friend I knew I was never going to see again.

Spencer’s point of view

That night I had to drive (Y/N) back to her place ‘cos she had way too much wine. It wasn’t a crappy evening after all, all things considered. We had a nice time remembering all the fun things we did with Emily, all the jokes, all the laughs. All the nights out. I know I have an eidetic memory, but there was no way on earth I could ever forget a second of all the moments I shared with Prentiss.

I put (Y/N) to bed and then sat on the couch, staring at the wall. I thought about reading for a while, hoping to get sleepy soon, but honestly, I couldn’t focus.

I wrapped my arms around my body and laid on the couch. I felt empty and useless. Sadness was just part of it all. Fear was consuming me. The agony of losing someone and the angst of the imminent loss of the person I loved the most.

The team had been blind to all the signs Emily needed help. I never saw or even thought any of this could ever happen. What could I do if anything like this ever happened to (Y/N)? I was powerless. I needed to find a way to keep her safe and happy. ‘Cos that’s what she deserved. Happiness, nothing less than that.

There was a hole in the middle of my chest and that void was eating all my thoughts, all my knowledge. All my sanity. I grabbed one of (Y/N)’s pillows and covered my face with it as I started crying. I didn’t want to make a noise, she had to rest and get some sleep. Besides, I didn’t want to look weak in front of her. I wanted to be a rock for my woman, a shoulder for her to cry on. I wanted to help her and be there for her. If she saw me crying, she would get worried, and she had enough on her plate. Our friend died, it wasn’t wise to add a weak boyfriend to that mix.

The next day was a blur. Hotch gave us a week off to gather our thoughts and process what had happened. (Y/N) said there weren’t enough days to deal with what had happened, and I completely agreed. The first day we spent it in our pajamas, basically doing nothing but hunting her apartment like a couple of ghosts. I did my best to stay strong and hold (Y/N) every time she broke into tears. But after two days, I needed something to help me cope with my feelings. Or more likely, to avoid them.

Yes, having my girlfriend there for me was incredible. For the first time ever, I didn’t feel alone under such bitter circumstances. She made me feel safe and secure when she held me close at night. But I didn’t want her to think I was a burden in any way. I just wanted to make her happy. Besides, my head was driving me mad. I needed something that could make me stop thinking and feeling for a moment. Just once. One time was all I needed.

- “Do you have to go?”- (Y/N) whispered and hugged me as I stood by her bed, folding my clothes and putting them into my go bag. I really didn’t want to be apart from her, but I needed to cave in. I was trying to be strong, but one last Dilaudil shot could help under those circumstances, right? I couldn’t shake that thought off my head.

- “I will come back tomorrow, chipmunk. I just need to go to my house, grab some clean clothes, a few books, and pay the bills.”- I felt like crap knowing I was lying to her. I was really just going to get Dilaudid and get high.

- “I’m gonna miss you, Batsy”- (Y/N) mumbled against my sweater, as she kept her arms around me, and her face hidden against my back.

- “I’m gonna miss you too. But hey, we have to go to see my mom in a few days, so maybe we can use these hours apart to prepare our bags?”- I turned around and caressed her arms, trying to be positive and cheerful for once.

- “Ok…”- her reply was short and muffled against my chest.

- “If you don’t wanna go to visit my mom…”- but before I could tell her it was ok to postpone the trip, she looked at me and shook her head frantically.

- “No hon, I wanna visit your mom. We have rescheduled this visit for too long, and I wanna see her. I know she is gonna be happy to be with you, and I am also sure you need to hug her right now.”- I smiled and sighed, resting my nose on her head and letting her smell invade every inch of my body. God, I didn’t want to leave that night, ‘cos I knew I was giving up. But I needed to do something to avoid the pain.

- “I don’t deserve you”- I whispered and she shook her head slowly.

- “Never say that again, honey bunny. I love you because you are the best man on earth. I am proud of everything you do. I am lucky you are mine and I’ll always do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

Those words froze me. There I was, packing to go back to my apartment, call my dealer and get high after years of being sober. I was ready to ditch happiness over weakness without actually giving a fight.

Wanna know the worst part? None of that stopped me. I hugged her one last time and walked to the door, promising I would be back the following day. I kissed her and felt her lips lingering on mine for a little longer. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers playing with my hair. I sighed and smiled, pecking her lips one more time as I stared into her eyes in adoration.

- “I love you”- I whispered and she smiled sweetly.

- “I love you too, batsy”- she replied and kissed me one more time- “Now go before I regret it and force you to stay with me on that bed.”- I chuckled, but my heart was just breaking, and it continued breaking as I moved apart from her and walked out of her door.

I actually walked out of her apartment (I still can’t believe I did it), and after a few blocks, I stood in front of a payphone, grabbed a few cents and dialed a number I knew by memory, even though I hadn’t called in years. The same old voice answered and after I presented myself with the same old alias I used back in the days, he chuckled.

- “I knew you’d come back”- the statement felt like a slap of reality. I should have stopped right there, hung up the phone, and gone back to (Y/N)’s. But I did none of that. Instead, I ignored the comment, asked for a dose and my former dealer told me where to go. As simple as that. That’s how I ruined everything I had worked for so hard in my life.

Later that night, I sat on a couch, staring at the Dialaudid bottle on my coffee table. I stared at it, feeling it was actually staring back at me, judging me. I deserved it though, being judged. I was being weak and a liar. And if my girlfriend ever caught me doing drugs again, she would never forgive me, that was a statement.

The phone ringing nearly made me jump off my chair. I grabbed the Dilaudid and hid it in a jacket hanging on a chair before picking up the phone, which made me feel stupid. Whoever was calling would never see it. But I was paranoid and I didn’t want to get caught.

- “Hello?”

- “Hey doc, how are you, it’s Frank.”

- “Hey Paco, nice to hear you.”

- “Likewise. I just wanted to call to tell you I am very sorry for your loss, and that I am here whenever you wanna talk.”- I froze and for a moment, I couldn’t even answer. Not that I was surprised that Frank would give me his support during a hard moment like that, but because I was still surprised I actually had friends. And good friends.

- “Doc? Are you there?”

- “Yeah, sorry. I’m just…”

- “Don’t worry, I totally get it. I was talking with (Y/N) earlier and she gave me the whole story. It’s pretty fucked up”

- “It is”

- “Do you wanna grab a beer? Nugget said you had been spending time with her, but maybe a night with a friend could do you better than being alone.”

- “I... don’t wanna be… a burden”- I simply confessed and closed my eyes.

- “Don’t be stupid. I’ll be there in ten.”

After I left the phone on the table, I stayed still, sitting on the couch, knowing there was a bottle of Dilaudid in my jacket. I couldn’t use it anymore, not if Frank was coming over. Maybe that was a good thing, I didn’t have to fail that night. I could fail the following day, or maybe late that night after Frank left.

Maybe I could tell (Y/N) I’m gonna get to her apartment after lunch, and use it in the morning. No, that was too risky, she might have noticed. I needed a whole night to recover.

My eyes were glued to my jacket. I had Dilaudid. What the hell was I thinking??! I couldn’t do that! not to me, not to (Y/N). After everything we went through those days she locked me in her apartment to get me sober, after all the times I thought about using, but my will was strong enough not to give up. Why was I quitting then?

The knock on my door took me from my thoughts. I jumped from the couch and took a deep breath before answering. Frank stood in the hall with a sick pack and a pizza.

- “I was in the neighborhood.”- he grinned and walked in.- “I didn’t know if you had dinner so I came prepared. Pizza, chips, and beer. It’s dude’s night.”

I smiled and nodded. Hanging out with Frank wasn’t that bad. It was way better than falling into Dilaudid again. I wondered if (Y/N) asked him to call me. Maybe she suspected something when I left earlier. I shouldn’t have left in the first place.

- “So, before you start over analyzing it, (Y/N) didn’t ask me to come or to check on you. I just thought you might need a little company. Someone who is not your girlfriend or any coworker.”- Frank opened a beer and grabbed a slice of pizza, sitting on the couch, on the same exact spot he always sat on when he visited.

- “Thank you, that means a lot.”

- “Don’t sweat it, doc. So… (Y/N) told me you already told her dad about your relationship. How was that?”- I chuckle and grab a beer for myself.

- “Terrifying”- I confess and think of Chief (Y/L/N)’ face when we told her we were together- “For a moment I was sure he was going to kill me. But everything ended up well”

- “He would have killed you if you never confessed your feelings for his daughter. That man really loves you. He has been telling my dad how great you are ever since he met you!”

That made me feel worse. Using Dilaudid again would never look good in front of (Y/N)’s parents, and I wanted to marry her. What the fuck was I thinking calling my dealer again?

- “So, when are you gonna ask her?”- I widened my eyes, shocked. Was Frank actually a mind reader? That would explain a lot. I just stared at him, still sipping my beer and he smiled- “Ok, I was kidding before but now clearly you were thinking about it.”

- “What are you talking about?”

- “I’ve always teased (Y/N) telling her you two are gonna get married, ever since the first time we met you. Now that you are dating, it’s just a matter of time”

- “We haven’t been together for a month yet!”

- “So? you love her, she loves you. What else do you need to know? You’ve known her for years! and you’ve loved her every day of those years. I support you if you wanna do it, and I could be your best man if you need me. I’m guessing Lu is gonna be her bride’s maid.

- “I don’t even have a ring yet”

- “As your best man, I could go with you to Tiffany’s and help you pick one”- I opened my mouth to answer, but no word came out for a few seconds until Frank burst out laughing and chewed his pizza.

- “I’m just kidding doc, I don’t mean to push you. It would be awesome if you two get married and have a lot of kids so I can spoil them and teach them all the bad words, though.”

Surprisingly, Frank had our life planned. I could only think about how disappointed he would be if only he knew I was planning to throw that future off the window when he called. Instead of saying anything else, I kept eating in silence and focused on not making a mess with the cheese in my pizza.

- “Mikey says hi by the way. I saw him earlier, I would have told him to come but he had a date.”

- “A date? wow, that’s new”

- “Yeah, the kid doesn’t date much, but when he does, it’s usually epic. Last time he dated a girl, they got matching tattoos.”- Frank started chuckling and nearly chook with his beer.

- “I remember, I was there when he showed us”- I raised an eyebrow as I reminded him I was actually part of that story. I was the one who told Mikey about all the infections he might get getting a tattoo in a random place, and also reminded him of the statistic of couples breaking up after getting one.

- “Right! sorry, I don’t have an eidetic memory”

- “And you were probably stoned”- I added and Frank grinned.

- “I don’t talk about drugs with the feds, doc.”

- “I don’t see any fed in the room. I’m home, Frank, not at work.”- and I also had drugs in the apartment. Shit, every second made me regret more my stupid decision of getting Dilaudid.

- “I know, I know, but I like teasing you two.”

- “Did you already have this talk with (Y/N)? the whole marriage thing?”- Frank nodded, chewing his pizza- “And did she freak out?”

- “Not really, so I would take that as a good sign.”

We ended up playing poker and drinking beer. Frank told me about a girl he had just met, and who seemed to be nice and fun to date. He also told me about how tired he was of his work, but he couldn’t quit or find anything new until the end of the year. He said he was planning to start a master's in psychology the following year, so he needed to save some money. I told him about our trip to visit my mother, and how excited I was to tell her (Y/N) and I were finally dating. We also talked about music, the piano lessons (Y/N) was giving me, gambling, and the first time I got kicked out of a casino.

We talked about anything and everything, except Prentiss. And it felt good, for once. It was an escape from reality, from feeling miserable and crying. It made me feel guilty for a moment, ‘cos I was having a lot of fun, but I figured if it included cards and booze, Prentiss would approve.

- “I was shocked when nugget told me you came home tonight. I had the feeling you two were way too entertained physically to bear a night apart”

- “I am not telling you about our sex life”- I raised both eyebrows as I continued dealing the cards.

- “Trust me, I don’t wanna know. I love my friend and I respect her intimacy.”- Frank made a pause and looked at me, trying his best not to burst out laughing.

- “I don’t need to use any profiler’s skill to know you are lying!”- and so he started laughing.

- “Sorry, sorry. Just… one question”

- “No, Frank!”- I frowned, but chuckled, ‘cos the fact he wanted to ask about our sex life was weird and I didn’t get why he was trying to do it.

- “I just need to know something!”

- “No!”

After we switched to whisky, talked more about music, specifically Johnny Cash, and ended up singing along with a vinyl I was playing, Frank came back with the sex questions.

- “Come on man! I am not a perv or anything, I just…”

- “No!”- I nearly shouted, chuckling.

- “But I need to know how the fuck can you be here with me getting drunk if you waited forever for her and didn’t fuck with anyone else that I know in like five years… did you?”

- “No”- if I hadn’t been half drunk, I wouldn’t have answered, I know that.

- “Ok, so if you didn’t fuck with anyone for five years, not even freaking Lila Archer! why aren’t you catching up with all the years of missing sex?! And how do you even manage to get out of bed to work every morning? I mean, you two have so much fucking pending!”

I just laughed for a moment, until Frank’s words made total sense. There I was, originally alone to get high, and then with Frank getting drunk, when I could be with the woman I loved, making love to her. What the fuck was I doing?

- “Now you wanna go and have sex with her, don’t you?”- Frank asked and finished his glass. I just looked at him, knowing I was blushing and finished my drink as well.

- “Oh shit you do. Fine, let’s share a cab.”- Frank stood up and grabbed what was left in the bag of chips.

- “Wait!”- I ran to my room, grabbed my bag, and filled it with clean clothes in less than two minutes- “Ok, now I’m ready”

- “Got enough condoms?”

- “She is on the pill”- again, things I would have never said if I hadn’t been half drunk.

- “Nice! Let’s go.”

And somehow, after a pizza, poker, whisky, and rambling, Frank accidentally stopped me from using Dilaudid and sent me back to (Y/N)’s arms. I still wonder if that was his plan all along.

I opened the door quietly. It was nearly two in the morning when I got to her place. The lights were out, so I took off my shoes and quietly made it to her room. There she was, laying on the bed, softly snoring. A book still on her lap let me know what she was doing before falling asleep. I left my bag on the floor, took off my pants and shirt, and got into bed with her. I carefully grabbed the book from her hands and put it on the night table, turned off the lights, and wrapped her in my arms.

- “I am so sorry, love. I promise I will never be that man again. I don’t wanna disappoint you.”- I mumbled and felt her breathing against my skin, as she fluttered her eyes and smiled.

- “What are you doing here, honey?”

- “I realized sleeping without you was a mistake. I don’t ever wanna be apart from you. Never.”- she smiled and snuggled closer.

- “You are welcome to stay forever, honey bunny.”- (Y/N) whispered, wrapping her arms around me - “Were you drinking?”

- “Frank brought beer… and I had whisky”- I kissed her neck and my hands roamed her body as I heard her chuckle. I hadn’t heard her laugh in days, that sound really made me feel happy.

- “I see, well, sleep that booze off and tomorrow you’ll have a nice breakfast for the hangover.”

- “But I don’t wanna sleep, ma cherié. I wanna worship you and love you like I always dreamed of doing”- I attached my lips to her neck and started sucking on her soft skin, to refresh the marks that claimed her as mine.

- “Worship me?”- she questioned and giggled. I don’t know why she found that amusing, I was completely serious.

- “Yes, like a goddess, the sun of my life, the light of my eyes”- I mumbled and made a trail of wet kisses from her neck to her chest, but she stopped me before I could reach her breasts.

- “Spencer, you are drunk!”

- “Yes, but not really that drunk. Consider myself uninhibited.”- I rolled on the bed and positioned myself on top of her. She looked at me confused.- “I am not intoxicated, pumpkin. I just had a long conversation with Frank that made me realize I wanted to be buried deep inside of you instead of being home alone.”

- “Spencer Walter Reid, you are being very honest!”- she made a pause and gasped- “Oh my god! were you talking about sex with Frank?”

- “What? No! I swear! he just started asking things and that made me think I wanted to be with you and love you all night long.”

And without giving her time to reply or even react, I crushed my lips against her and kissed her so deeply I nearly felt dizzy. I didn’t stop kissing her until I felt her hands on my back, holding me closer to her. That’s when I moved my lips from hers and heard her soft whimper of disapproval. I would have stopped myself and continued kissing her, I just wanted to do what made her happy, but… I knew what I had in mind was gonna be so much better for her.

I kissed her jaw and neck as I removed her pajama top. Then I continued my way down her body, playing with her breast for a long while, licking all over and pinching her nipples as she twisted underneath me, whispering my name. The delicious moans coming from her were the encouragement I needed to continue. So I moved my hand underneath the waistband of her cotton pajama shorts and slid my fingers between her wet folds. Even I let out a groan when I felt her so ready for me, it made my cock even harder, confined inside my boxers.

- “Spencer, please”- I heard her whisper and I looked at her, while I continued licking her nipples and she moaned even harder as we made eye contact.

- “Let me love you”- I murmured and resumed my task. I toyed with her clit, rubbing it slowly and teasing her entrance a few times, licking my fingers just to show her how much I liked her taste.

- “Honey, please let me touch you”- she begged and I shook my head, moving my lips from her breast and down her stomach, as I also tried to keep my erection away from her hands.

- “Not yet. I wanna please you first.”

I slowly moved until my face was perfectly located between her legs. My own piece of heaven. Her breathing was already shaking and I hadn’t even touched her yet. That felt like a good boost to my ego. I wanted to be able to please my woman, literally worship her. Frank was right, I had wasted way too much time before and I couldn’t continue on that path. I needed to enjoy every second with her, ‘cos I loved her. And I knew it was forever.

I wrapped my tongue around her clit, sucking it lightly and she twisted in pleasure right away, a soft moan leaving her lips. I grabbed her tights and kept her still in front of me. My tongue ran through her folds and two of my fingers made their way slowly into her entrance.

- “God, honey”- she twisted and I tried to hold her in place.

- “You taste so sweet”- I murmured against the inside of her thighs- “I could eat you all day, every day. I love you so much, so, so much.”- I looked at her for a moment and she smiled at me. But before she could reply, I started lapping her again, eating her like a hungry man. Her body trembled underneath me and her hand quickly found my hair, fingers entangled in it, trying to guide me to her release.

- “You are gonna make me cum already”- she said after a few minutes and bit her lips- “I don’t think I’ve ever cum this fast”

- “Cum for me, ma cherie. Let me make you feel good.”- she let out a groan as I felt her wall tighten around my fingers. Her moans were more intense until she reached her peak, nearly yelling.

I didn’t des attack my lips from her cunt. Instead, I kissed it slowly as she rode her high, and I didn’t stop until overstimulation made her jump. That’s when I kissed my way up to her breast again, then to her neck, and finally her lips.

- “You really are a genius”- (Y/N) chuckled and kissed me. I ran my hand down her face and lingered my fingers on the few bruises I had left on her skin earlier that week.

- “You are my everything”- I confessed feeling my cheeks turn pink. My girlfriend smiled and kissed me again- “And I am so scared to lose you.”

- “You won’t lose me, honey. Never.”- I felt a knot in my throat thinking she didn’t know what I had done. And she should never know either. So instead of drowning myself in depressing thoughts, I decided to continue with my task and worship my girlfriend. I kissed her slowly as I got rid of my underwear and aligned my cock against her entrance.

- “Please Spencer”

- “What do you need, ma cherié?”

- “You, just you.”- her request was more than I could take and I had to fight the tears back for a moment. But it wasn't time to think, it was time to act and show her just how much I loved every inch of her.

- “You have me, always.”

With a slow movement, and looking into her eyes, I slipped inside her. She gasped and scratched my arms as I did, adjusting to the intrusion.

- “You feel so good, honey”- I heard her whisper as she smiled for a moment before I leaned over and kissed her. I could still taste her juices in my mouth and the mix in her lips was fueling me. I slowly started moving inside her, as she moaned into my mouth.

- “I could live like this, buried deep into you, fucking you slowly, watching you cum.”

- “You are very uninhibited, honey”- she giggled as I kissed her neck.

- “I did warn you that”

- “Yes, and I’m loving it”

- “Good, ‘cos I think we wasted too much time being just friends and now I want to tell you what I feel for you all the time. And right now, ma cherié, I wanna make you cum and scream my name again until you can’t feel your legs anymore.”  

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A deal is a deal

part 8

As the movie comes to an end I wake Grace up enough to tell her to move to the bed. She groggily moves herself from the couch to my bed and slumps into it. I help adjust the pillows and blanket and I slide in to the bed next to her and put my arm around her. I cuddle with her as we both settle in. She sliyppes her thumb in her mouth and we both drift off.

The next morning I wake up just before my 8am alarm goes off. I turn off my alarm so it doesn't wake her up and then I check her phone. It was fully charged and I see an alarm set on it as well so I leave her in the bed until it goes off. I hurry up and take a fast shower and get dressed for my day. I put on some tight jeans and a pin up shirt. Grabbing my bag to.make sure I have everything for class. I hear Kat come up to my door and turn to her right away and put my finger to my mouth to warn her to be quiet. She looks shocked with a big smile and then looks over and see Grace asleep in my bed. She wispers "Oh, well not who I thought you might have in your bed." I laughed at her and said "We can't all be you." I wrote a quick note on some paper and left it under Graces phone and then walked over and gave her a kiss on the head and looked back to Kat. I lift the blanket a little bit and with my eyes I told Kat to look over. She looked over at the bed and could see the pull up sticking out from under Graces PJ pants which had slide down even more during the night. I grab my stuff and we headed out and closed the door.

as we are walking to class I look at Kat. "So I'm guessing you had a good night?" I ask her. She laughed and said "Well let's just say he was still hungry when we left." I shook my head at her and then she added "So what happened with you last night?" "Nothing really, we go home. I told her to go get PJs on and go to bed and she changed and come back to my room. she was already dressed like that when she got there. she thought I would like it and said it made her feel more comfortable" I tell her. "Well as much as I am worried about our LITTLE friend in your bed, I meant with Colt!" she says with her tone. "Nothing happened" I tell her. She gives me a look, "Ok we talked alot and got to know a little more about each other and he's coming by today to help us move stuff at the house then we are going out for coffee together.... really nothing major happened" I tell her. "ok fine. well you better be ready tonight then... Do I need to babysit tonight?" she asks. "No she said she had class today and then has to go over to Nanny tonight." I replied. "Oh so.mom and dad can have a date night?" she laughed at me. "Brat!" I said as I smacked her butt and then gave her a hug and we parted ways to go to our classes.

I sat inside my early morning psych class and to be honest I was having a hard time focusing. My mind was skipping around on everything. The Halloween party and what we were going to do, Grace and taking care of her, The house and being nominated as a president and of course Colt keep popping in my head too. As class went on we got in to talks about peoples need to feel safe and comfortable and the length they go to feel that way even if only subconsciously. This made me think about everything with Grace right now. We started to get deeper into the lecture when my phone got a message. I checked it really quick and it was from Grace.

Grace: Good morning ma'am, I saw your note you left me. 1st Thank you for letting me sleep in your room last night and for the new PJs. You have been so nice and caring for me. I am still in my PJs right now but will go change in just a few minutes. I will send the picture to you as you asked in just a minute and I will hurry back after my class and start getting all my things moved over to our new room. Thank you again.

Grace: Picture. Still Dry!

I read the message and was happy to see she was ok and had a good night. Im not sure why but I was almost surprised to see she was still dry this morning. She was supposed to being going to get herself ready for class now "Like a good girl" and I would talk with her later so we can move the rooms. I know she's looking forward to that and I have to admit so am I. I went back to focusing on my class as best as I could. when my phone went off again. I looked down to see what else Grace had sent but this time it wasn't from Grace.

Colt: Good morning beautiful. Hope you have a great day and I'm looking for to getting to talk to you more over coffee tonight, But only after all the work is done 😉

My heart jumped as I saw the message. I can't admit to myself how I feel about him but that message really made me feel special.

Me: Good morning to you to Soccer star. Thanks again for the help and I look for to talking later. My last class is ends at 3 so anytime after that would be great.

I sent the message back just as my class came to an end. I packed up my stuff and started to make my way to my next class.

I walked over to the room and there was a note on the door telling to go to the day care room today. We used the day care room as a kind of lab for our class. I made my way over there and meet with the rest of the class. The professor told us that the manager of the day care was out sick and She was covering today so instead of normal class we will just be in here with the kids. We all set are things down and started to join in on checking on the kids and playing games with them. The professor came around and would ask us questions as we were with them. Helping us to understand and dig in more. I was looking around for a minute and then saw a little girl standing in the back by the bookcase and she looked a little sad. I walked over and asked her what was wrong but she didn't want to talk and kind of hide her face. I asked "is the book your reading good" and she peeked out a little and nodded her head. "Did you get to caught up in the book?" I ask... she hesitated and then nodded yes. "Would you like a little help" I asked her. She nodded yes again. I reached my hand out and she slowly took it. as we started to walk a little a made a loader comment "How about we go outside and find a shade spot to sit and read in".

we walked out the door and I take her around to the back door to the changing room so that the other kids wouldn't know she was going in there. Once inside I took her over to the bathroom and helped her get her pants down and saw that she had infact wet her pull up. It was one of the same prints I had picked up when shopping with Grace the other day and made me smile a little. I helped get her clean and got a new pull up for her. After she was all cleaned up and dressed we grabbed some drinks and walked back outside. "Wow that was a good idea to get some drinks. Let's start reading" I say aloud so anyone outside would hear it. We sat down and started to ready the book. a little later it was about nap time so we took all the kids inside and got them down for naps and some ez cots. I checked my phone and saw a message from grace again telling me she was changed and heading to class that had come in a while ago and I had not gotten to yet.

Once my class was over we all said good bye to the kids and headed out of the daycare. I started the walk back to the house and was thinking about the move. Once I got there I started to pack up Breannas clothes and move as much as I could up to the new room right away. I pulled out dresser drawers and walked them over one by one leaving just the body of the dresser for when the guys got there. I moved things like the lap and table top stuff over too. I got almost all of her small things done before Grace got back and started to help. I had her start moving her things over. I finished the last of Breannas things and then helped Grace put her stuff away. Little by little I got her clothes hung up and helped refold the clothes from her dresser which desperately needed it. Her lap and other desk top things made a home on my bed for the time being while we got the last of the stuff out. As we were wrapping things up the guys text and said they were on the way now. I sat down on the edge of my bed and when Grace came back in the room again with some small stuff I told her to put them down with everything else and come her. She did set them down and walked over to me. I put my hands on her hips and spun her around facing away from me and pulled the back over her pants down a little and checked to see what she had on. She was back in panties now, some blue lace ones. I gave her a swat on the butt and said ok. She turned back to me and jokingly yelled "Hey" after the swat and started pulling the back of her pants up. "What was that for?" she asked. "I have ever right to check on you now young lady and don't you forget it, or do you need a time out to remember?" I answered. She jumped and got a scared look "Not with the guys coming over" she said. "I can promise you if you earn something your going to I be getting it. I don't care who's over" I warned. she nodded her head and said "Yes ma'am"

a little later the guys text they were here. I walked down to meet them and bring them back up. I meet Colt at the door and Notify the house we had Guys here and they were coming upstairs to help with this so everyone could be aware and then walkes them all up. Colt had brought over 5 other guys with them saying he thought 6 guys would make short work of this. I showed them our room, then to where Breannas room would be and last where Kats room was. They did make quick work moving Bre's bed, dresser and Desk up to the room. Grace, Kat and I will go clean everything up for her later. Then they went over to Graces old room to move things over. As they started they saw that Grace left one drawer in her dresser so they pulled it out to be safe. One of the guys walked it over to our room and said "You didn't get a chance to move this one so I brought it for you." and set it down on the couch. I looked over and saw that the drawer did have much in it except some pull ups. Graces face turned bright red. I wispers to her "They don't know anything, it's fine" to try to calm her down. The guys moved her bed over and her night stand. Grace didn't have a desk yet but I would fix that for her soon. "Anything else you need from us?" The guys ask. I tell them "No. that was all. Thank you so much." Colt walks in to the room "Well that was easy after all, Ok well Im taking the guys out for a beer for helping and I'll come get you for coffee when your ready" he says. I again thank them all and then give Colt a kiss on the cheek. "See you soon" I added. The guys were in and out in about an hour.

I went back up and helped Grace start to get her room set up, Make the bed and put away the rest of the clothes. As we are getting the last things done I start to talk out loud "ok, so I need to go to the store and get you a desk, A TV for Bre's room since she moved for me." I looked at the sheets on Graces small twin bed and they were old and worn out. "Some new sheets for your little bed here and some more storage boxes for under it. Oh and maybe a book case since we have room now with the smaller bed." I added as I point to some open space by her bed. I grabe some of the newly folded clothes back in to Graces dresser for her and reloaded her underwear in the drawer. She had a nice mix of cute colorful ones with cartoons and animals and then some more grown up things like lace and such. I load them all in and then just to see what she would say I grabbed a small stack of pull ups a d showed them to her. "I'm going to leave some of these right here just in case" as I places them in the same draw as her other underwear. She looked and me and shook her head but I could see she was holding back a smile.

We would need to get some stuff to get the rest of her room done but for now it was all we could do. I need to get ready for my date and Grace had work tonight. We both went to go take shower and get cleaned up I was back in the room faster and started to dry off and get ready. I slipped on some sexy light pink lingerie and and black pencil dress with polka dots on it. I had gotten dressed but still not heard anything from Grace so I walked back down the hall to check on her. I got to the door and still heard the water running inside but I knocked on the door. "Grace, are you ok?" I called in to the door.... I heard her say something back but couldn't make it out. Again I called out "Are you ok" and again I couldn't make out what she said back. I put my hand on the door knob and realized it was not locked. I opened the door a little and asked again and this time I could hear grace say yes back to me. I stepped inside the room and closed the door. I could see her figure through the glass door. Grace was shaving her legs when I stepped in and she looked over at me and stopped. "Wow, you look great in that dress" she said. Thank you sweetie, you need to hurry up or your going to be late and you know Miss Rae will not be happy." I tell her. "Yes ma'am" she huffs at me. I walked over and slide the door open a little to see her in the water. She had the razor in her hand and started to reach back for her leg. I stopped her and grabbed the razor from her hand. I pulled her over towards the end of the shower I was standing and Pushed her up straight as I could. I reached in with the razor and both hands and started to shave her little mound about her private parts completely bold. Once I got the bulk of the hair off. I handed it back to her and told her to hurry up. I closed the door to the shower and walked out of the bathroom with out giving her a chance to say anything.

Back in the room I started to do my hair and make up. A few minutes later Grace came walking back in wrapped in a towel. I stopped what I was doing and grabbed her towel to help get her dry faster. Then I put the towel down and inspected the job she did at shaving her legs and cleaning up what was left around her private. She had done a good job on it so I looked her in the eyes and gave her a small light pat on the mound and said "Good girl. This is how it should be". She smiled and blushes some more and said "Thank you ma'am". I signd for her to start getting ready for work and went back to doing my make up. I could see Grace getting ready in the mirror behind me. She looked around for some clothes first in no rush to put anything on. She finds a pair of jeans and a shirt she likes for the night and then dug out a small bra. Last she opened her underwear drawer and I see her pu out a pair of lace panties and look at them for a minute, she dropped them back in the drawer and picked it a purple pair of cotton panties and was looking at them and then with her other hand she reached in and picked up a pull up. She looked at it for a second and put the pull up back down and put on the panties. She quickly got everything else on and brushed her hair.

As soon as we were both done we walked down to the car. I took her to Miss Rae's house for work tonight and stopped in just to say hi again. Miss Rae said she was glad to see me and invited me to sit and have some small talk for a few minutes. I let her know "I can stay for a few minutes but I do have a date to get too soon" and she told me "I see that's why dressed up tonight, You look great. He's a very lucky guy to have a date with a lady like you." Once again as Miss Rae and I sat down Grace left to go check on the kids. I laughed as she walked off and said "Looks like all the kids are going to go play while the adults talk." Miss Rae laughed and agreed. "She does show her young age at times and is very shy but she does a great job with all the kids." She added with a smile. I shoke my head in agreement as well. Miss Rae then told me "Thursday night we are having a Halloween party here at the house, I would love for you to come by with Grace. Some of my sorority sister will be here with there spouses. It would be a great chance for you to meet some more graduates from the house." I looked over a little confused and said "Miss Rae I didn't realize you were in the same sorority before? That's amazing, I love meeting sisters." I smiled at her. We went in to some more small talk about the house and everything for a few minutes before I let her know I really must head out now. She walked me to the door and Grace gave me a hug before I left and then I got in the car to head to the coffee shop. I text Colt and let him know I was on the way now and he said he would meet me there.

I pulled out to the coffee shop and sat down at a table. It was only a few minutes before Colt walked in as well. He came over and gave me a hug and joined me. We started with small talk right away. I found out that his family is from the area and owns a couple of businesses. I told him where I'm from as well. We talked about what we are each studying and why we wanted to go in to that. Past story's and funny tid bits about each other. Then we talked about plans for the Halloween setup. We would get a large tent to put up for us and they would get the stage, We would take care of the DJ and they were going to cover the bar tender. We went over many other small details and planned out as much as we could. Over all it was a nice time. By the end of the night we gave each other a hug and again I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He walked me to my car and we said goodnight.

The rest of the night and next two days went by with out any major issues. we stayed busy getting things together and checking the girls costume for the party and getting a script together on how we were going to do everything. I was able to go to the store and get the last things I needed for the room and the TV I was putting in Bre's room as a Thank you. Everything was going good.

Thursday started off the same, I got up and got dressed I went to my classes and all was going fine. We have the party at Miss Rae's tonight and I was just going to do wear my teacher costume again with a better shirt, so I didn't need to do much. I was in the middle of my last class, It was about 3 pm. When I got a call from Grace. I couldn't answer it at that moment so I messaged her.

Me: Hey Gracie, I'm in class what's up?

Grace: No I need help!

I jump out of my seat and grab my bag as I run out the door. I called Grace back right away. "Grace, What's wrong? " I say as soon as she picks up the phone. She tried to say something back to me but I couldn't make out what she's saying as she crying. "Where are you?" I ask her. Again I have a hard time understanding everything she said but I heard Miss Rae's. So I as soon as I make it back to my car I head that way. I drove to the house as fast as I could and I soon as I pulled up outside I could see Grace sitting on the front porch. I throw the car in park and ran up to her, she was still bawling in the seat. "Baby, what happened? What's wrong" I asks as soon as I get by her side. She practically crawled in to my arms as soon as I sit down. As she's balwing and trying to tell me what's going on I'm still having a hard time out what she said but she did say "The Miss Rae fired me." I tried to get her to calm down and then the front door opened. Miss Rae came outside and see me sitting there, "Hello Tiffany" she says in a very serious tone. "Miss Rae, What's going on?" I asked her. "sadly, Grace has given me no choice but to let her go. It breaks my heart but I can't have this behavior in my house" Miss Rae tells me. Grace starts to cry even harder at those words, She starts to mumble "Please....Please..." in-between sobbing. "Miss Rae, please. Can you and I talk about what happened just so I can understand" I ask. Miss Rae looks at us both and then agreed. "Ok come inside both of you... But her attire is disrespectful to my house." I stand up and help Grace to her feet to come inside, For the first time I noticed what she was even wearing. She was in a short little skirt and a tight shirt that was cut at the collar to show off more of her chest. As she made it to her feet her skirt was disheveled and her panties, or almost lack of where clearly visible, She had on a black skimpy thong on. I brushed her skirt down to cover her butt hanging out and we walked inside.

She lead us to her sitting room and She invited me to sit in the chair across from her. I stopped for a moment and looked around, I took Grace by the hand and lead her over to the corner in front of the chairs and places her nosie first in it. "Stand here until I tell you to come out. Let me see if I can understand what's going on and maybe even help" Grace nodded and stood in the corner. I walked back over and sat down in the chair Miss Rae had invited to. "Thank you" Miss Rae said as she gestured towards Grace standing in the corner. "Yes ma'am, Now could you please explain to me what happened?" I asked Miss Rae.

With that we started the talk. Miss Rae let me know that Grace had shown up late for work today, with out calling, when she did show up she was dressed as I see her now, she had an attitude, she used foul language at her and during there talk she found out the only other clothes Grace had was her Halloween costume which was also inappropriately skimpy. I nodded my head to everything that Miss Rae said and let her know I completely understand why she would be upset with all that. "We both know Grace and non of that sounds in character for her, so there must be more going on. When I first meet you you told me that you look at Grace as a member of your family, A daughter you never had, Right?" Miss Rae listen to what I said and then nodded her head "Yes, Grace is like family to us. We all love her but This behavior is not acceptable in my house" She added. "Again I understand and respect that, Could I have Grace come over and explain to me her side of everything" I ask Miss Rae. She agreed and with that I called for Grace to come over and stand in front of us. Grace slowly walked over and stood where I indicated. "Ok Grace, tell me what happened?" I ask her. Grace starts with "My class was cancelled for the day so I went to the coffee shop and was working on my laptop getting some more school work done. Everything was fine and I started to pack everything up and then I needed to use the restroom. I left my stuff there and when I came back my backpack was gone. someone had stolen it" she tells us. I looked over to Miss Rae and she was nodding along. "Ok" I interrupt her. "Just so we can confirm everything and make sure we all understand each other let me make a call before you keep going" I say and look at Miss Rae as well both of them agree and I pull out my phone and call Kat. She picked up and right away I say "Kat I'm sitting with Miss Rae and Grace right now can I talk with you" I needed to tell Kat this so she understood to be careful with her language and then I put her on speaker. "Kat, I know you worked today. Where you there when Graces bag was stolen?" "Yes I was, She's not the only person, multiple people have reported things missing today. The police are still here. They talked with her and even gave people there card, We are sti trying to figure out who it was." Kat tells the group. "Ok Kat, thank you for letting us know. Ill talk with you later, go back to dealing with that stuff. " we said our good byes and I hung up the phone.

I looked over at Grace and asked "Sweetie, do you have the card from the officer? " She shook her head, "I must have dropped it" she said. "Ok... So what did they steal from you." I asked her. "They took my whole packpack she said" I could tell how stressed she was getting because she was starting to use childish language. "What did you have in that?" I asked. "it had my laptop, papers, a school book, change of clothes... everything" she says as tears still roll down her face. "Ok sweetie, so you did have a change of clothes with you? you didn't plan to show up dressed like this?" I ask as I gestured towards her clothing. "No, I would never show up like this. I know Miss Rae's rules and respect her" she tells us. "Grace, why didn't you call me when this happened" Miss Rae asks. "I...I don't know, Everything was going on and I knew I was late and was just trying to get here" she answered. "You didn't grab your clothes when you went to the bathroom?" I asked. Grace took a moment to say anything and then admitted "Well... I waiting to long to go and really need to use the potty so I just ran. when I came back out I was going to get them and change and then come over." I nodded to everything. I looked at Miss Rae "Ok so I think we can at least agree that although she didn't make the best decisions today Grace didn't mean to be late or show up dressed like this". Miss Rae agreed, "Can you please re-explained the Halloween costume you had and the language used" Miss Rae asks her. "I had the Halloween costume in a different bag, I had just got it today. They didn't take that bag with my backpack, And I didn't mean to talk to you like that...I lost my head with everything... I'm so sorry" she tells us. I asked to see the Halloween costume and Miss Rae stood up and grabbed the bag and pulled it out. It was the French maid costume from the other day. "This is what she showed up with, the skirt is very short and especially if she's wearing panties that small under it. I can't have her in front of my friends like that" Miss Rae says. "Grace, what do you have to say?" I ask her. "I had a change of underwear and black leggings that I brought from the house, I swear. I just liked that costume and thought it would be funny since I am the nanny here." she tells us. "Ok... Grace would you please go stand in time out in the kitchen while Miss Rae and I talk" I tell her. She looks at Miss Rae who nods to her that it's ok to do. Grace turns and starts to walk out but then stopped and turned around, "Please Miss Rae, Im so sorry. I can't lose the kid's, This family. I'll do anything for another chance" she pleads and then turns and walks to the other room.

I look at Miss Rae for a moment. "I may have over reacted a little, with the party tonight and everything I was a bit stressed and she was dressed like that and the language.." I stop her there, "It's understandable. She made some bad choices and broke rules, But like you both agreed your like family and you would just get ride of family, children for breaking rules?" I ask. Miss Rae shook her head "Your right... It would be delt with differently if it was any of my girls." she says. "Well Miss Rae that's just it, She is one of your girls. Maybe you didn't give birth to her but your like a mother to her and she a daughter to you." I pleaded with her. She thinks about it for a minute and then says "Well I'm not even sure...how to deal with everything." "I understand and I think we can solve this right now." I said as I stood up. "One moment please" I said as I excused myself from the room. I went and Grabbed grace and walked her back into the room and stood her back where she was in the middle of the room. I started with "Grace, Miss Rae and I have talked and she is willing to let you keep your job....No sorry, Stay as part of this family but your behavior was inappropriate. Your not in ANY trouble for having your bag stolen and we want to be clear about that but, Not calling, using bad words and everything, That is all under your control. So here is what is going to happen..." I took a deep breath and then said, "You will be going across Miss Rae lap for a spanking and then she will take you in and wash your mouth out with soap. when that is over you will be put back in time out until she says other wise." Grace looked a shocked but said "Yes ma'am... Ma'am's, I understand". Miss Rae jumped in and added "you will also be cleaning up your wardrobe. No daughter of mine is going to be dressing like that" with a scolding tone. "I will personally make sure of that part" I tell Miss Rae.

Miss Rae stood up from her chair and said "Ok let's get this taken care of" She reached over and grabbed Grace by the ear and lead her with me just behind them upstairs to the children area. The kids were currently down for a nap in there bed rooms all the way down the hall and we went in to a big loft space they play in. Miss Rae takes a seat in a chair and adjust her skirt and then pulls Grace to her side and down across her lap. I stood back and out of the way just watching. Miss Rae flipped the shirt skirt up and out of the way completely and started to rain down swat after swat on the poor girls pale bottom. It's began to turn red right away. Smack, Smack, Smack, each swat lands rotating between sides and the cheeks and upper thigh. Grace starts to kick her legs and crying all over again but this doesn't stop Miss Rae at all. By the time Miss Rae was done her bottom looked like it was on fire. "Up!" Miss Rae finally calls out. Grace stands up and as her hand reached to start rubbing her very right bottom Miss Rae stopped her. "Don't you dare rub or I'll take you back over my lap again" Grace jumped and pulled her hand away right away. Miss Rae grabbed the sobbing girl and walks her to a corner and rolled her skirt up and tucked it in the waste so her bottom was on full display. I walked over next to Miss Rae and dropped to a knee, I reached over and pulled Graces panties down to her knee. We all knew this would expose her any more then she already was but there is no way she couldn't feel more shame with them hanging around her knees while in time out. I went back to where I was standing before and Miss Rae went in to the bathroom to lather up a bar of soap. She walked back out and made Grace open her mouth and put the bar in. " Stand there. Hands on your hand and down drop that soap or move until I say otherwise or you'll get another spanking." she scolded her. As Miss Rae went back to the chair.

As she sat down she signaled me to come sit next to her. I walked over and sat next to her as we both looked on at the poor girl, Standing in time out. Her red bottom already showing signs of light bruises, her panties stretched out hanging between her knees and knowing that she has a bar of soap in her mouth. "Thank you" Miss Rae says. I turn and look at her. "I have to admit I was heart broken at the thought of losing Grace like this" "Yes ma'am, I understand and I'm glad I could help. Just remind me never to get on your bad side" I laughed. she looked at me and said "You better not, I have no problem taking you across my lap ether, it would be just like Garde reports time back in the house" she said with a very serious tone. With her tone I knew she wasn't kidding. After a few minutes she stood up and walked over grabbing Grace eat again and dragged her to the bathroom. As the two walked Graces thong fell to her feet and off on to the floor. I could see Miss Rae grabbing the soap and forcing it around in Graces mouth. Really washing it out. "Get all those bad words cleaned out of there" she says to Gracie. I looked around the room a bit and saw an arts and crafts area and had an idea. I stood up and walked over and picked up Graces panties and walked over to the table, I looked for a minute and found a pair of scissors. I took them both back back to the seat and waited for Miss Rae to come back out. a moment later Miss Rae came and sat down leaving Grace to rinse the soap out of her mouth. Once Grace was done she walked back out to us. I stood up and walked over to her and handed her the scissors. she looked at confused. I turned and looked back to Miss Rae and then back to Grace 'Miss Rae is right little one you don't belong dressed like this." I held up the panties stretched out and Grace knew what I meant. She cut both side of the panties in half so she couldn't wear them again.

Miss Rae asked "What now, she can't just run around with NO underwear on!" I looked at her and said your right, But since she acted like such a child and even got punished like one, I think the last part of her punishment is now." I said as I walked across the room. "I think she is small enough" I said as I picked up a pull up off the changing area and walked back over to her. "Since you can't seem to find appropriate underwear you can spend the night in this" I said as I stretch it out and then held it open by her feet. Grace turned bright red as I made her step in it. I helped slide it up her legs and in place and said "Just like I thought she is small enough that they fit. She can spend the evening in that." Both Grace and I knew it would fit but I didn't need to say that part. Miss Rae was fighting back a smirk and laughter at the sight of Grace standing there like that. "Now since Grace already got a Halloween costume the next question is do we give her black leggings to go with her costume or make her just wear what she brought?" I ask Miss Rae as I pat Graces now diapered bottom. Miss Rae smiled and held back a laugh but said "I think I can find a pair of black leggings for her. I don't know if my guest need to see her pull up hanging out of her skirt all night." "Fair enough, It's not your Guest fault someone can't act her age." I said as I looked at Grace. "Ok well if you want to look for those leggings I will run out to my care and get my stuff. lucky I already had everything loaded because I knew classes were going to be late and I wanted to help set up right after. Grace you stay right here while the grown ups go get everything together. I teased as Both Miss Rae and I walked out of the room. Just before we parted ways outside of the room Miss Rae stopped me and thanked me again for talking her out of firing Grace and gave me a big hug, "This is why your going to make a great Sorority president" She said with a sliy smile as she walked away. How did she know about that? I hadn't told her anything about that? I wondered as I went to my car.

I grabbed my bag out of the trunk of the car and went back inside the house. I stopped in the sitting room and grabbed Graces costume too and then went upstairs. when I entered the room Miss Rae had just gotten back and gave Grace a pair of her black tights. We thanked her and then I took graces hand and "said come on let's go get changed sweetie" as I started to walk to the bathroom. "That bathroom is going to be small for both of you, just use the guest bedroom down the hall" Miss Rae tells us. I turn and take Grace down the hall and in to the room. Once we got inside and closed the door I turned around to look at Grace and laughed a little. "Did you really have to put me in a pull up right in front of her." She said with a pout. "I warned you the other day that wearing a skimpy skirt and panties like that was not appropriate. You did that part to yourself. So YES I did need to do it. it's not like you have never been in them before little girl" I said to her. she stomped her feet and pouted more. "Do you want another spanking or do you want to say thank you for saving my job and be a good girl?" She stopped and said "Thank you momma's for helping me out so much, I'll be good" I reached over and pulled her shirt up and off and then her skirt off too, leaving her standing there in just a pull up and bra. I got out her maid costume and got that on her and all ready, gloves, the headband everything. Then I grabbed the leggings Miss Rae gave us and helped her get those on. although Miss Rae was not a large woman by any means they were way to large for poor little Grace.

I left her like that for now and got on my teacher costume and then packed everything back up and we walked down stairs to meet up with Miss Rae. I showed her how the leggings were to big on Grace. Miss Rae agreed and said "I was worried our little one here would be to small for those. why don't you take her and my card and go run to the store. I needed to grab a few things anyway, You can do the shopping and get her the right size pants and Ill do the stuff here." We agreed and took her shopping list and ran to the store. First stop was to get clothes, I found her some better sized black leggings and I also grabbed her a red dress with flowers on it form the kids section. "Why are we getting that?" she asked. "Miss Rae and I agree you need to change your wardrobe, this will help make sure your not putting the other stuff back in after the party to head home." I told her as we were walking. next thing she realized we were in the kids underwear section. "Pick out a pack of panties" Grace looks at them and then back to me confused. "Hurry little girl, we don't have long" She looked around and grabbed a pack of Minnie mouse panties. "These?" she asked. I agreed and we started to walk up to pay. "Does this mean I don't have to wear the pull up all night?" she asked as we get in line. She didn't release that she was speaking as loud as she was as we entered the line and the lady in front of us looked back. She saw me standing there next to this small little girl who's leggings were practicing falling off. "Sweetie, it's ok if you need them, no adults are going to care if you need them" The lady says to Grace and turns back around. Grace buried her face in to my chest and we waited in line.

After we checked out we went to the car, I pulled out the leggings and asked Grace if she would rather stand by the door or lay down to change. She wanted to lay down so she would be less visible to the parking lot. I laid her down and slid down her pants and grabbed the new ones. Just then the lady who had been in front of us in line drove by and I stopped and waved bye to her which made Grace blush even more. I slide her new pants up and they fit perfectly. Let's go baby I said. "What about the new underwear?" she asked. "Those panties are for later, I just wanted to show Miss Rae that your taking her seriously and starting to change your wardrobe already."

[rooigseix]

Ok, about Vongola Primo cause I note myself I gonna be back at him.

Honestly, Primo's memory in manga (because I hate the anime filler, ok gonna back to that later) doesn't show us much of Giotto's personality. Sociable or shy? Extroverted or introverted? Talkative or silent? We don't know anything. What I got from eight memories was that he was loyal, had a strong sense of justice.

And reckless, noone could take this from my dead cold body that Giotto, Vongola Primo, was reckless as fuck, and this is why:

- In his 1st memory, he chased a total stranger for God-know distance just to give back a wallet.

Righteous, yes. But also reckless, considering that their town was "paradise of outlaws." Cozart could be a gang member and following him could be extremely dangerous.

Did Giotto consider that? No, he just saw someone "drop the wallet" and immediately chased after them, no thought whatsoever about that person's identity and whether it may bring trouble if chasing that person.

- So, we knew from Nono's words that Giotto found Vongola at about Tsuna's canon age, which is 14, right? Which is, kids. And I bet Cozart and G couldn't be much older than that, considering that a 4-year difference in age normally caused a generation gap in conversation.

But okay, just talk about Giotto, then. He was a kid in every sense and he found a vigilante group to fight back larger gangs that can kill someone for not discounting the merchandise and from that, of course not gonna hesitate to kill kids. Keep considering that those "larger gangs" had enough firearms to destroy a house to brick, and we see so much difference between the two forces.

If Giotto found Vongola in 14 is not reckless then I don't know what is.

- He was the don, the very symbol of existence of a famiglia, and the first reaction after the shock when hearing his friend being in the battlefield was to run to that battlefield to save him.

Ok, at this point we can all agree he was a loyal friend that would give you his all, but that's not the main point in this scene.

The main point is Giotto stayed at home, alone, with Daemon, who at that point he knew was a traitor and just planned a whole scheme to kill off his best friend. Stay at home, alone, because the guardians that time were at the battlefield rescued Cozart.

I don't know whether Giotto was confident in the possibility that Daemon wouldn't attack him directly or confident in his winning even if Daemon chose to attack, but you can't tell me he was reckless with his own life as a chip at that scene.

- And the oath with Cozart too, a gamble on life. With his own children and blood. Giotto solely trusted two families won't conflict and no one had to be in jail when he had no way to control how things would turn out in the future. He didn't even control how Daemon ghosting over Vongola, I don't know if he even think his Mist could exist until more than a centure later. (And if Giotto could control that, what a real lookover we need to do, see how Daemon directly killed all of Enma's family. If Giotto could control his Mist guardian and he let that Flood of Blood incident happen, did that change the whole impression we have on him from the beginning? No, I don't think Giotto even had any control over Daemon's ghosting)

Vindice warned. But he still made the oath while having absolutely no idea what the future may be. Second to ninth gen of Simon were Giotto and Cozart's losing chips and Tenth gen was a win. A close one, because Simon Decimo Gen almost went to jail, all of them. And considering that seven children were all what Simon had, if Enma and his guardians went to jail then this oath was completely done in the worst way possible.

- Now to the smaller hints. Like his conflict with Secondo before retiring to Japan. It was brilliant. It was smart. It was the biggest "fuck you" I even see. Giotto conflicted with the next boss and he had to retire? No, he retired AND CUT THE FAMILY IN TWO. Vongola-Cedef. "No, you are the boss but don't even dare to think for one second that you got the whole power I used to have. You are the boss but your choice on the next boss will and can be affected by my own people. Oh and the rings. Lady Sepira gave it to me. Now split them in two and give half to my people. If your people want to be heir, they need to get agreement from my people and had the other half of the rings."

The founding of CEDEF was badass as hell don't anyone dare to tell me otherwise.

Even smaller details. The forth memory shows that he was in a strategic meeting with his family. Talking about a war. A war that according to Adel, "attempt to conquer all the lands of Europe". (Chapter 297) Okay, we can't say for sure how much the "conquer Europe" thing was true or just a lost tale of history, but the forth memory shows that Giotto had a strategic meeting, this can't be argued. He fought in war, a pretty big one.

And anyone remember his smiling yet fiery words "Give that Mare boy a scare"? Childish, I tell you. Giotto had a personality of a blazing flame with sarcasm under his tender and (appear to be) youthful face. Every single manga panels of his appearance can shown how fiery can he be.

And oh, Giotto was an emotional little teen too, just look at the second memory.

Did anyone gonna talk about his holding flower, punching wall and shouting about justice while drenching in rain? I will and I gonna say he was emotional as hell. And the other moments when Giotto accidentally knocked the ink bottle over when knowing Cozart was in the battlefield, or when he shouting at Cozart's decision to "going into shadow". You can't look at all of them and tell me Giotto's emotion was not overdrive so many times when he was alive.

On HDW mode, he was a solemn, overpowering authority figure, with a soft sadness in his eyes that somehow contained something unreachable. I really like how in eight memory in Inheritance Ceremony Arc, not a single time Giotto was in HDW mode, and he appeared to be lively and much more human than the symbol Vongola made him to be - there is much more to him than a title and a single number attached to it.

But damn his "more" is so :))) I literally don't know what to say when I finished reading about his scarcely past screentimes. I like his whole new reckless with a bit childish characteristics but that not mean it would cause a whole turnover to me, damn.

#khr #giotto #vongola primo #i actually like to call him Giotto than Vongola Primo #he is not only a flat character that only soft and kind and all the good stuff #he is messed up too #Cozart is the same as him but that for another post #khr meta #khr analysis

[taikanyohou]

Ok so as a follow up to that: vegaspete returning from the hospital with Macau, but they can never quite get alone time cause Macau is always there somewhere so they're just driving each other insane with little touches, and then one day Macau leaves for school or a sleepover and they just, pounce the moment the door closes -

hiiii anon!!!!

CHDBSIF OK LISTEN UP. I LOVE THIS.

bc i can picture this so SO vividly.

like. i think the 1st night when they get back from the hospital, vegas Has Already Made His Intentions loud and clear to macau by simply just sending him The Daggers. and macau, for as much of a menace as he is, he Loves his hia, and he gets it. he gives them their privacy and stays over at a friend's for the rest of that evening and late into the afternoon the next day, when he texts vegas asking

"so are you done get dicked down or what?"

and vegas just replies "language, baby bro."

and macau's like ":))))))))) hiaaaaa. can i come home now????? :)))))))))))"

and vegas is like "sure. get us some food though on the way back. we, you know, didn't get time to cook."

and macau's like "FHFHDIGOF FINE."

and vegas is like "good. pete says thank you. i love you! <3"

and macau's like "mmm. i love you too. and i'm so happy for you both <3".

bc macau does. and macau is. bc he does love them both, and he is happy for them both.

and so they're trying to settle down, all 3 of them, in their new normal. and its really nice. they do .... Family Things. they laugh and love. its not always easy. sometimes macau comes home from school and he can clearly tell vegas and pete have had an arguement, the tension's just that palpable. and macau has to just roll his eyes bc ofc he is gonna fix this. so he turns his Drama on and acts like he's had a shit day at school and something's upset him and he won't speak to vegas about it first. he just goes past him without even saying hi to him, something macau Never does, which IMMEDIATELY puts vegas on high alert that something Isnt Right and he's following macau. and all macau has to do now as he drags himself up the stairs, knowing vegas is following him, is to go and find pete and just crash into him and hug him. and pete immediately drops whatever he was doing and holds macau in his embrace, stroking his back, whispering as he asks him what's wrong?

and so macau manages to convince both vegas and pete to gather in the same room, and they put their differences aside, for macau's sake. they sit either side of him and hug him, and as theyre sat watching a movie, eating popcorn, and he sees vegas and pete's fingers brush against one another and still, and he sees them both from the corners of his eyes look at one another, and he sees pete take hold of vegas' hand and shuffle closer so that all 3 are hugging each other even tighter, macau can't quite believe just how lucky he is.

yes, his ways arent right. yes, its manipulation. yes. but he doesnt care. this family means more to him than anything else ever did.

and so there's days like that.

and then there's days macau comes home from school, and he's mortified as he sees pete's neck, who's busy in the kitchen, used and abused and littered with scatters of blues and reds and purples bc. oh my god. and vegas just comes down the stairs freshly showered, hair wet, and smirks as he greets macau into a side hug, asking, "how was your day, bro?" 

"uh. good. yours?"

"oh. it was grand." and vegas is literally eyeing pete up as he says that.

honestly, macau thinks. what the fuck are these 2 like.

and he doesnt wanna know the answer to that. he doesnt need to know that vegas and pete had literally just finished fucking each other 30 minutes before macau stepped through the door, and that too, on pete's insistence when he literally had to shove vegas to go and shower bc "macau's gonna be home any minute now, vegas! come on!!!".

so it comes as a relief to ALL THREE of them, when macau comes home from school one day, and places a letter down at the table in front of vegas and pete, thats asking for consent from a parent/legal guardian for a residential trip that macau's class are going on, for a total of 4 days and 5 nights. the trip is in 6 days, and macau needs to return the consent form tomorrow.

and vegas just exclaims "YES!". and pete and macau just Look at him, thinking what is up with HIM? and so vegas has to cover that with how, oh macau you should go! its been a while right since you went? it'll be a really good learning experience. you'll get to spend time with people who arent me and your p'pete! it'll do you good, some days away. and pete just has to Look Away, anywhere but at vegas bc oh my god, he cant believe him, and he can feel himself getting warmer and redder bc he knows Exactly what vegas is implying.

and then its silent, and macau's gaze flickers from vegas to pete to vegas to pete to vegas to pete. and how pete is Squirming at this point and vegas is just shamelessly cocking an eyebrow.

and macau just twists his face in disgust.

"yall both are freaks. just sign it, oh my god, hia."

and vegas cant reach for a pen fast enough.

and so in the days leading up, pete helps macau pack bc pete, you know, Actually Cares. unlike vegas who's just counting down the days and keeps on asking how if macau's looking forward to it?

and all macau bites back with is how "hia, you're more excited than me. tell me, who exactly is the one going on a trip here?"

and each night, vegas just keeps reminding pete whilst they're in bed of what's to come. how vegas is going to take and take and take and then give and give and give and not hold back. how every surface of their home is going to bear witness to it. how much he's been looking forward to having pete all by himself for a few days and nights on end like this.

"just you and me, pete. just you and me. and i dont want you shy. and i dont want you holding back. i want you to let go, pete. i want you to lose it. show me all of you."

and pete can't help but feel it too. those words, and what they mean. god, its been so long, so so long. and pete's starving for it. and pete wants it just as bad. just as dirty and hard and tainted and filthy and lewd and impure and unholy.

and so when, the next evening, macau has gone and the door has barely just shut itself, vegas is on to pete, his mouth on pete's mouth and his tongue tasting pete's and pete tastes like peaches because of the sweet macau gave to him that he found spare in his pocket just before he left and vegas' hands are grasping at pete everywhere, until he's winding pete's legs around his waist and slamming him against door. until pete has to grab a fistful of vegas' hair and yank his head back because he cant breathe.

their intensity still manages to shake the steady ground pete walks on, every single time. it still gets vegas feeling so carnal, that his lips part open, saliva coating them, ready to take pete. it never gets old. it never runs out. they'll never tire.

and they've got 4 days and 5 nights. and not a single second to waste.

so, everything else? be damned.

#faiza answers #STR8 UP I LOVED THIS.

[pine-niidles]

January Project Updates

I'm going to start this by pretending I'm not posting this a week into February, and you're going to go along with me, ok? Ok! 

Well January sure went by quick! My update last time was pretty hesitant, but I think I am properly getting back into things. On top of that I finally got a reply on my visa and I'm flying back to Scotland at the end of the month 🎉 Very excited to be home! I'm looking forward to seeing my girlfriend and friends again and being back in a space I've designed to work for me. Now, onto what I've been up to:

2023 sketchbook

Part two of attempting to document my art: I put together scans of my physical sketchbook with a bunch of digital drawings from last year. The pdf is pretty much complete, I've just been putting off figuring out the cover and writing a quick intro & outro.  

I guess I'm also kind of hesitant to put a price on it since 60% of it is stuff I've posted publically, but I keep telling myself it's worth it anyway. And it's nice to see all that art in one place rather than lost to void of social media.

Stickers

I got myself some sticker paper and have been doing a bunch of test prints to get to know it (and my printer). I'm really happy with how they're turning out! It's extremely satisfying to print out my art and hold it in my hands.

I plan to set up an online shop sometime after I get back to Scotland, I'll probably open it in March. Sticker packs will be up for sale there alongside zines & prints 🌟

Commissions

Perhaps this is more of a February update but by the time the month is over it'll be too late to let you know! I opened regular commission slots and alongside them I made a fun valentines YCH, only slightly vampire themed. Very self-indulgent but I hope you'll like them it too.

I'll probably only take one more slot before closing both the forms :)

February Plans

- Hourly comics day was the 1st of February. I'm pretending this is just a January update, so I won't go too far into it right now. I did finish it, and I'm formatting the comics to make into a zine!

- Sketchbooking - I'm finally returning to drawing in my physical sketchbook again, I'll start posting scans again as soon as I have ~10 pages done

- Impractical but Extremely Cool Fantasy Swords zine, I have (almost) all the swords finished I just need to put it all together

- and gotta focus on finishing those commissions ofc <3

#project updates

[happy-mokka]

Tag Game!!

ˏˋ°*♡➷ get to know me ༊*·˚

(I was tagged by @santacoppelia <3 muchas gracias!)

rule: name your favorite movie, character, animal, drink, song, season, book, color and hobby

Ok, let's do this...on a side-note: I'm VERY bad in making decisions when I like so much stuff equally...you should see me in a restaurant with a huge menu... :)

Movie:

Favorite: E.T. I soooo love movies...if I really have to choose 1 favorite, then it has to be "E.T." (Sorry "Jaws"...it was a close call...). I watched this as a six year old in our small town cinema when it came out 1982 (yes, I'm THIS old^^).

Recent: "Everything Everywhere All At Once" In the recent-section it's definitely "Everything Everywhere All At Once". Breathtaking movie...so many things at once... ❤️

Favorite character:

Aziraphale. (Took 1st place by storm on angel's wings)

Waymond Wang. (Bascially me in asian)

Malcolm Reynolds. (Funny, Goofy, Selfish on the outside but his heart on the right spot.)

Animal:

Dogs (better humans) Cats (when they feel like it, they cuddle the whole day, when not they don't give a shit...sometimes I admire that, even if I can't...not give a shit I mean) Parrots (so intelligent, brilliant therapists when you just need someone to talk to who only replies with "wwwwaaaaak. idiot.")

Favorite Drink:

Coffee. Nothing comes close. Black, no sugar. I also love to collect all kinds of weird cups for that matter... When I'm with my family and closest friends, the coffee comes as a "turkish coffee" (or "mocha" or I believe sometimes "demitasse" in the States?). We're from the Balkans and inherited that from the Ottomans and on top of this my sis-in-law is Lebanese...

Over the day it's otherwise just water or all sorts of teas.

Song:

Oh gosh. Same as with movies. I just love almost all genres and favorites change on daily basis depending on mood, weather, ...

Some picks:

Season:

Spring Everything blossoms and nature just explodes from winter slumber...

Fall / Autumn Colors, colors, colors...sensory overload.

Books

Again sooo tough. But anyway, I'll try:

"The Lord of the Rings" - J.R.R. Tolkien Blew me away when I was 15 and a regular 2-year read since then...

"The Witching Hour" - Anne Rice Was my first Anne Rice and read basically all her work since then and still own the larger part of it in my shelf.

"Good Omens" - Neil Gaiman I must admit I only recently got to him, but currently digging through his other works as well...

Color:

Green, Blue, White

Hobby:

Books Fiction mostly of all genres, some poetry (Shakespeare ❤️)

Movies Going to the cinema regularly. Love to see things on the big screen and the whole package that comes with it incl. the smell of fresh popcorn... Love all genres including subtitles.

Photography Totally unprofessional. Just love to picture moments on a walk in the park or walking home from the office. I see something that captures my eye, I have to stop and take a snapshot... Who's interested, come by my Insta "happy_mokka"...

tagging, without any obligation and with all the pleasure:

@uncleadelheid-will-eat-your-soul @eugenoid-remade @littlelodell

#tag game #get to know the blogger

[sadgrlsclbb]

So my bf met my family🤦🏾‍♀️

It was an issue for me bc my family be doing too much🙄 I have a large immediate family and there’s a lot of personalities…BIG personalities.

It honestly couldn’t be avoided if he wanted to come over…since I live w my family.

He ended up staying the night cause he smoked w my brother and was too zooted to drive. So we slept on my tiny ass twin sized bed w my cat.

We diiiiiiid fuck😬 was kinda nervous bc the walls aren’t that thick. Like I can literally hear my siblings playing the game and every word their saying if I listen good enough. And their room is right in front of mine.

So anyways, my mom was kinda aggressive w him. And saying shit like, “you better treat my daughter right” and “we don’t play abt her…like at all.” And I already gave him the run down. …my family jump niggas. And we don’t play abt each other. …he knows this.

Then my father was kinda aggressive. Asking how is he gonna sleep in his house w/o saying a word to him. WHICH I GET. But also, my dad literally didn’t come home until late and we were sleep.

All in all, I already told him what was up and how my family gets down, and how IIIIIIII gets down. …I don’t play abt myself and I’ll never let a nigga play w me either. So there’s no need to jump the gun like that, unless I’m giving niggas a heads up. …which I doubt, bc I leave niggas right where they stand w/o a word before it can even get to that.

Then there’s the problem w my friend🙄

My bf wants to have a Friendsgiving and suggested that I invite my guy friend(MY ONLY FRIEND, WHO IS LITERALLY 18)

I can’t really say for some reason, but my friend doesn’t like my bf. And I think it’s mainly bc of all of the stuff I told him abt before we started dating. W the whole ex thingy(reads my other rants of you don’t know the tea)

And also bc me and my bf have talks abt my friend. Nothing bad cause ion even play like that😒 I check niggas, and I’ll never let a nigga shit talk my right hand/brother.

But my bfs been saying that he doesn’t think that mr guy friend likes him. And also how he feels like when whenever they talk, my guy friend HAS to dominate the convo. And I explained to him that, my friend is a very charismatic, loud, social utterly, w a bright and big personality. …he’s also gay.

And he was understood that w no issue.

But later on he tells me that in the beginning he was side eyeing me bc he’s 6yrs younger than me and he thought we were a thing. W the way that my friend is alwayssssss blowing up my phone, texting and calling me.

We always do this though. We talk before a shower. Right we we get out. While we’re watching anime or doing hw. While we walk to the store. While we’re at work. We’re just always otp talking shit.

But I cleared it up that, that’s just the homie. But the topic keeps coming up…

My bf told me the other day that he felt a type of way towards my friend. And I asked why. He said it was bc he took me out on a sushi “date” and HE wanted to take me out on a sushi date.

Had to let him know…it wasn’t a date, and we just went out to eat since we were already out there anyways. And he was saying how he guess he’s just gonna have to be ok w sharing and having 2 niggas taking care of me.

I let him know that wasn’t it. I just let it be known that ion have money like that to spend and I always ask, are they paying. Since they know my money situation. And they always tell me not to worry abt it🤷🏾‍♀️

So last night my bf was telling me how he’s a very jealous person. And I asked what was he talking abt. Considering the fact that he told me to go fuck women and he’s be happy for me if I did.

He said when it comes to guys he’d be really upset if there was another guy that I was fucking around w. I quickly let him know, there’s no one else.

But he brought up my friend, saying that he was jealous of him. And I asked him why. He said bc the relationship between up two, is very intimate. And I asked what does he mean. Cause 1st, there’s a 6yr age difference. 2nd, HES GAY. And 3rd, even if he wasn’t, ik how to separate my friends from the person I’m romantically involved w.

He says, he thinks us watching shows together and shit like that is very intimate. And he doesn’t do that w his girl friends, and even if he did, he doesn’t think I’ll like that.

Then I had to bring it up to him ONCE AGAIN, the difference between my guy friend and your girl friends, is the fact that you’ve either FUCKED THEM ALREADY, OR WANTED TO. And not only that, most of the. ARE YOUR EXES…yk the one where y’all already planned out a future together?? Talked abt having kids and already said “I love you” to each other in a romantic way…yeah that’s the difference.

Never have I ever had a relationship like that w my guy friend. And never WILL I ever.

If anything I need to be jealous of YOU. But I’m not. It’s up to you to decide how you wanna move when it comes to them. I don’t HAVE to think abt anything like that, bc I know how to draw lines and set boundaries. Not that I really needed to anyways…bc that’s my FRIEND.

But I set that straight w my bf. But my friend is saying like, idc idc idc, brushing me off and saying how he doesn’t like the guy and how he doesn’t wanna be around him. Which is like ok, but also like, what did he do to make you so hostile?

And tbh k think it’s bc, my friend is so used to being able to pick up the phone and calling and texting me whenever, and I pick up the phone no matter what. But NOW, I answer but I don’t stay for very long. Or I tell him imma call him later.

But my bday is coming up and I wanna have a dinner w my friend and his friend, my bf, and my sister. And my friend is saying how he doesn’t wanna be around him. And IM saying, w.e the issue is, you can suck it up, just for my bday.

And my bf isn’t a loud ass rough nigga. He’s kinda a nerd w adhd that makes music. So he’s not even they type of nigga to like be mean for no reason. But my friend is…bc he’s very judge mental.

Honestly I don’t see what the problem is. And I told my friend that I think it’s dumb and fucking stupid to try and do two diff activities for my bad when we could all just go get dinner. Especially since imma be at my bfs place for the week anyway. And my friend works until 5…we wouldn’t be able to do anything during the day anyways, since I won’t be home and my friend will be at work.

He’s just doing too much🤦🏾‍♀️

#k rantss #2 rants in oneeee

[wonik1ss]

004. in the name of love + half written — SURFS UP ! 🏄‍♀️

As you walked up the beach, your friends who offered to walk you down teased you about how down bad you were for J.

But you didn’t care, once you saw that beautiful somnolent in her face you forgot about the teasing and only focused on her.

“ Morning Y/n ! Today we will be just practicing on the sand so you can get your stance right “. You nodded absorbing half the things she was saying and the other half just fauning over the taller girl.

“ Ok so to be able to surf you need to- “.

-

It had been 2 hours since J had taught you the proper stance and a few tricks. “ Let’s take a break now! Y/n “. You nodded “ What do you mean break we have been going at this for 2 hours “. J laughed “ We still have 2 hours left! Also where’s that money yo- “.

You blushed as the girl called you out immediately taking he money out of your pack pocket, to shove it in her hand. “ O-Oh I was just joking Y/n you could have given it to me anytime “. She said laughing. “ If I didn’t give it now I would leave here with a debt over my head “.

She laughed harder as she went behind the counter of her parents shop, going to the back. As J was in the back you looked around. You saw a bunch of surfurs boards and towels but also.. a family photo. It was a photo of looked like a 5 year old J surfing. You smiled as you picked it up.

“ I thought I told mom to put that back “. J said as she came back in with two slushier one red and one blue. She handed the blue one two you and took the picture. “ I look so stupid in this photo “. J said as she went to sit down. You followed like a puppy dog. “ I think you look really cute though… Also isn’t it a flex to say you new how to surf from that young “.

A little dash of blush showed up on J’s face. “ Didn’t think of it like that “. She said looking back up at you. You both just started at eachother for awhile. Before you swore J looked at her lips for a second. “ We should finnish these and get back to the lessons “. She said as she basically downed the slushee giving her the worst brain freeze.

“ Ow “. You laughed and stood up on your toes to tap the taller girl. “ Don’s rush it or you’ll turn into frosty the snowman “. She laughed you smiled and then you finished you slushee too.

The you both went to Finnish the lesson, and came home to a half dead asleep Wonyoung. Boy was today one of your favorites, and you couldn’t wait to tell your friends all about it.

-

masterlist | next

synopsis : it was your 1st trip to the sunny beaches of cali. you had never been interested in anything else but surfing.. well that was until you saw the new teen surfing instructor j. she was everything you wanted and more. But with that came a really really REALLY dense girl who would probably never see your feelings.. which is what you thought for now.

#kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop idol x reader #kpop imagines #kpopidol #kpop gg #kpop girls #kpop smau #reader x idol #ive x reader #reader insert #idol x reader #j x reader #kpop rp #loona x reader #stayc j #wonyoung x reader #x reader #fanfic #stayc x reader

[dancer24]

my hero

hi! i don't usually write much but this idea popped into my head the other day and i couldn't get it out until i wrote this so hope u enjoy! :) (this was written with tom's peter in mind but can be read for any)

parings: peter parker x reader (use of y/n)

warnings: a little cursing, tiny bit of SA description, and slight description of injury

word count: 1.9k

summary: you and peter had been friends forever and you always walked home together from school. one day he has somewhere else he has to be, but nothing can go wrong, right?

comments/likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated :)))

...

you and peter always walked home from school together. he would always walk you to your apartment and then he'd head home. he was sweet that way.

today however, he had told you that he had do something for the 'stark internship', meaning he had to go help tony out with something. 

peter came up to you in the hallway before 1st period to relay the news; "hey y/n! i'm sorry but i can't walk you home today, i gotta do something for the internship right after school. you'll be okay though right? promise me you'll be safe?" 

"pete you know i'm always safe, and don't worry about me when you have tony stark calling you for help" you laughed. "but you'll call me if anything happens right?" he says worriedly. "of course peter you know i will. but seriously i'm fine i can handle myself, im a big girl" you said and winked at him.

peter blushed and responded, "ok ok fine, you’re right. i wonder what tony needs me for today, do you think it's a mission? or maybe just some lab stuff? oooo i wonder if it's something with all the other avengers, that would be so cool!”. you stopped him before he could ramble any more, "pete i have a math test that i really can't be late to right now so i gotta go, see you at lunch!" you say as you turn to leave.

"ok bye y/n/n! good luck!" he yells after you.

...

school was finally over, and your math test had gone well (you hoped) and you started your walk home. you took out your phone to text peter that you were on your way to your apartment, then put it back into your pocket and continued on your way.

you were about 10 minutes away from your building when you felt someone following you. you thought you were paranoid at first and told yourself it was nothing and to ignore the uneasy feeling that came over you. however, after a few seconds you turned to look over your shoulder and sure enough, there was a tall man following you about 20 feet behind. you tried not to freak out to not make him aware that you'd seen him, so you slightly increased your pace just enough so he wouldn't notice, but he did. he started to pick up his pace too, so you went even faster to try to get away from him. 

at this point you were almost sprinting, but he was so much taller that he quickly reached you once you'd begun to run. he grabbed you by the backpack and yanked you back into the nearest alley. he pulled off your bag and threw it to the side and grabbed your arm to try and pin you against the wall. you squirmed in his grip and tried to break free, which only made him angry and you felt him pull something out of his pocket. 

he turns you around and pushes your back against the wall, and you come face to face with a large, sharp knife. your eyes widen as you stare in shock at the blade and the man smirks down at you. you try to scream for help, to get away before he can hurt you, "HELP, SOMEONE PLEASE! PETER HE-" the man slaps a big hand over your mouth and glares at you. "we can't have any screaming from you now can we little lady, we don't want anybody hearin ya" he sneers. you struggle against his grip as he stares down at you, "if i take my hand away there better be no screaming from you unless you want to get hurt okay?" he says as you slightly nod your head.

he lets go of you mouth and pushes you by your chest, back into the wall and he puts the knife up to your throat. "if you try to push me or scream or do anything that i don’t like, i will kill you, understand?" he asks with an evil smile. "yes" you say shakily, afraid you'll upset him, "good" he replies, "you're a pretty one, aren't you?" he rasps. you feel a hand start to touch you and pull at the waistband of your pants, but you’re too frozen in fear to move at all. 

you mentally brace yourself for what's to come as you squeeze your eyes shut, but nothing happens. you open your eyes to see spiderman punching the man who's now on the ground and you watch as he gets back up to fight. the man dashes over to you and pulls you in front of him and puts the knife back to your throat, "if you come near me i'll kill her!" he shouts at the masked hero. you try to pull yourself out of his grasp but his fingers are digging into your shoulder and you can't get away. spiderman puts his hands up in surrender and says, "okay okay fine, just let go of the girl and i won't touch you". he tightens his grip, "now why would do that spidey? your not gonna hurt me if she's right here, but if i let her go who knows what you'll try to do, and i'm not takin that chance" he sneers. "i'm not going to hurt you, just let her go alright?" the hero says, but before the man can yell anything back, he's being webbed to the wall. 

you yank yourself harshly out of his grip as soon as the first web is fired at him and you run to the other side of the alley and watch as spiderman restrains him, "you should really find better things to do dude, not cool". the concerned hero runs up to your cowering form in the corner, "holy shit y/n i'm so sorry this happened are you okay? i should've been there, i should've stopped him, i could've-" you cut him off, "hey, hey, hey, it's okay i'm okay. slightly terrified, but i'm okay" you reassure. peter takes off his mask, "i'm so sorry i wasn't there to protect you, you could've gotten hurt, or worse…” he trails off. you interrupt him, "but i didn't, okay? i'm here, you saved me, thank you so much pete" you say as you go to hug him. peter returns the hug, but he pulls away quickly; "we should get you home, let’s get outta here" he says. "yeah that's a good idea, lemme just go grab my backpack" you respond. 

you turn to walk towards your bag, but a sharp pain blossoms on your lower left side that stops you in your tracks. to your horror, you look down and see a giant crimson splotch on your shirt where you had felt the pain a moment ago. the man must’ve stabbed you with his knife when you pulled yourself away from him after peter showed up. your adrenaline must have masked the pain of the wound from you until it now that it was wearing off. "uhm peter?" you ask shakily as you turn to face him, "i think, um... i think somethings wrong" you manage to say before collapsing to the groud clutching your bleeding wound. peter rushes to your side and crouches in front of you, "oh my god, oh my- fuck y/n what the hell happened to not getting hurt? i- uh- can you stand?" he says quickly. "i-i don't think so pete, it hurts so bad what do i do?" you here yourself stammer out as you look up at him. peter's eyes bug and you can see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to do, "oh god, um, i- shit, i have to get you to mr. stark- they have a medbay in the tower where they can help you. i'm gonna have to swing us there" he says then looks at you. as you’re quickly losing blood, your eyelids are becoming heavier by the second, "m so tired peter. can- can i take a nap please?" you ask him. "nonono no naps y/n you gotta stay awake for me, okay?" peter responds in a panicked tone while picking you up. you wince as he shifts you in his arms, “i’m gonna swing us to the tower okay? please don't close your eyes i need you to stay awake, can you do that for me please y/n/n?" he says with tears welling up in his eyes. "i can't do it pete" you cry, your own tears now streaming down your face, "m so tired”. peter glances down at you in his arm while he swings, "almost there y/n/n please, you can do it, don't fall asleep now okay? we're so close" he says, voice quivering. the pain in your side is now too much to take as you say, "im sorry" as your eyelids flutter closed.

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you slowly blink your eyes open to find that you don't recognize where you are. you start to sit up but a stabbing pain in your side stops you before you can pull yourself up. as your eyes scan the room to try and figure out where you are, you notice a familiar figure slumped over in a chair next to you. peter is sitting next to your bed in a stiff chair in what looks like the most uncomfortable position, with his messy hair that he's obviously been running his hands through, and deep dark circles under his eyes. your heart breaks a little when you realize that he must've been here all night sitting with you. just as your about to attempt to sit up again, peter stirs. "hey pete", you say, your voice only just above a whisper. "oh my god y/n your awake! are you okay? does anything hurt? do you need anything?" peter blurts out. "im okay now, a little banged up and sore, but i'm okay" you reply with a smile. "well you said that to me before, and then you fell to the the ground and passed out in my arms because you got stabbed sooo, i think i have reason to believe otherwise" he says with a concerned look “you scared the shit out of me” he finishes softly. you look away in embarrassment as you begin to recall the events of the previous night. "i'm so sorry that happened y/n, i should've been there, i should've protected you" peter says solemnly. "this is so not your fault peter don't even try for one second to blame yourself okay? tony needed you and that's way more important than walking me home, and besides you got there just in time and im here and im safe with you alright? you can't blame yourself because some asshole decided to be a disgusting pervert and attack a defenseless teenage girl for no reason. this is not on you peter, do not think for one second that it is” you respond strongly. peter just stares at you astonished with wide eyes.  you look up at him to meet his eyes, “thank you so much for being there when you were and saving me- i”, you pause and sigh sadly, “i could’ve died yesterday pete but i didn’t because of you, so thank you for being my hero” you say. peter looks at you and says, “you know i’ll always be there to protect you. i’m never letting anyone touch you ever again” he finishes with tears in his soft, kind brown eyes. you hesitate for a moment but then you look him in the eye and you say, “i love you peter” and he just stares back at you and grabs your hand and says, “and i love you y/n, more than you’ll ever know” as he leans in to connect your lips with his. 

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