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[askdaisydandfriemly]

Happy (belated) Pony Prom 2023!

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Better late than never, right?

Tried to include everyone I could find with outfit references- sorry if I missed you!

[ask-forestville]

Johnathan Ebony said: Striking plate,Drive and Terra. I've heard somepony form a couple miles across the street. That a stallion is calling out emily's name, it seems like he's the father. I've also hear Cindy's voice doing her best convincing him that they would find her. Maybe they could help you finding your son.

[jeezusthecreator]

Johnathan Majors for Ebony magazine. ❤️😍

[youneedtolookatthis]

Holy cheese, someone did a REALLY good job with the styling here. Bravo! (Feeling soft toward Kang is gonna be a problem...?)

Jonathan Majors for EBONY Magazine February 2023

[evilrry]

johnathan majors for ebony magazine 🌹

[sw33tsnow]

🔞: Sexual themes included

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY:

Enchanted by the aching wounds: (I) / (II) / (III) 🔞

Safe and sound

Ebony and White Water Lily: (I) / (II) / (III) 🔞

Missing Limbs 🔞

Beautiful stranger - Recently uploaded

CAPTAIN JOHNATHAN PRICE - "BRAVO SIX":

Attitude 🔞

Marijuana 🔞

Anything but silence

Too sweet 🔞

KÖNIG:

You want me exclusively 🔞

Again 🔞

KEEGAN P. RUSS:

Sculpture and you 🔞

Baby said 🔞

ALEX "ECHO 3-1" KELLER:

Hurts so good: (I) / (II)

Murder Tango 🔞

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For the people voting to give them more varied designs, I've got some more polls on my art blog if you'd like to help me out even more!

Ebony (Main Character)

Johnathan (Ebony's Suitor)

Ebony and Johnathan

[miwsolovely]

—BROKEN PIANO KEYS.

combat medic!reader getting the brunt of gaz’s death + price who breaks. based on mito’s post !!

tw: heavy grief, character death.

it wasn’t raining.

on days like these, days where people are mourned and remembered, where people regret and forgive, it’s supposed to be sad.

it’s supposed to be sad, so why is the sun shining? why is the sky clear? where’s the bitter, dewy smell of the rain on the plants?

Why are the flowers blossoming on such a dreary day?

you thought the setting was bad, thought the world hated you with how the skies were free of dark clouds and droopy leaves, but when the 21-gun salute started, your knees buckled and your body started shaking; you want to go home.

home where you used to lay on the couch together, home where you used to cook meals together, home where his scent still lingers on the furniture, his clothes, his pillow. it was still there, his tantalizing scent, comforting you during the hard days where you can barely close your eyes, but tormenting you every day with what you lost.

each fire of their guns made you flinch, made you dig your nails into your palm until they bled, made you sink your teeth in your chapped lips until you tasted iron.

only when you looked down at your hands, seeing the blood trail out of the crescent marks you created and spread out on your palmar flexion creases like art, the trail of blood leading from your mouth splattering on your open palm and staining the dry grass, that you realized where you are.

you’re at a funeral, his funeral.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, a sergeant in the 141, your friend, your best friend, the man you found yourself falling for day by day. he’s gone.

if you’d have gotten there sooner, if you’d have—

the whiplike shots of the guns shake you out of your reverie.

but they also send you into a more poisonous one.

one where you see him. see his face covered in blood, his beautiful face, stained by the blood of enemies.

we get dirty and the world stays clean.

but he didn’t need to. he didn't need to get dirty to keep the world clean. he was the only one who had a clear mindset in the darkest times, who had stayed by you when your sheets would stick to your skin and your mind had been plagued by the cloying melody of the night.

to you, the world needed him to stay clean.

they needed him in the way he'd anyways go out of his way to make sure the elderly were safe after a bad day, who always check up on the kids he'd meet on ops after they went through a traumatic moment,

you needed him in the way he could just be there with you and listen to your hummingbird heart beat into his open palm when you’d lie in bed together.

you remember, his ebony hair that is, was, a rich dark brown, that always seemed to verge on black; it always reminded you of the grand piano he has.

. . . Had.

his voice was always so soft, just like the word ebony itself has a pleasing, melodic sound when it's spoken, his name, not his callsign, instead, the name given to him by his mother who has equally as shiny hair and skin;

Kyle. your kyle, your love. your everything.

though you were going through one of the worst throes since your late parents, though your grief was present in your breath, though the wail you let out scratched your throat like knives; others were going through the agonizing pain of loss.

others like johnny whose tear stained sketchbook is filled with kyle’s last moments smiling, where he was petting a stray cat on the outskirts of the battlefield a few weeks ago.

others like simon who can’t walk to his room without feeling his eyes sting and heart crumble; kyle’s room exactly across from his, with bouquets and letters and everything that screams Kyle blocking someone from entering.

others like johnathan.

johnathan, who can’t drink his tea without feeling like somethings wrong. kyle would make him tea early in the morning with his own special touch. though he’d never told price what it was.

johnathan, who finds himself gently moving the gifts left in front of kyle’s door and quietly moving inside after opening the door.

johnathan, whose tears come fast when he sees your sleeping body laying on his bed, tears flowing free even in your sleep.

johnathan, who gently wakes you up and guides you to the bathroom so you can wash up and get something to eat.

“kyle wouldn’t want this for you doe.”

johnathan, who after you wash up and after johnny drives you to a nearby diner, stands alone in kyle’s room.

johnathan, who falls to his knees and lets out a deep wail that comes from the hearth of his sorrow.

johnathan, whose tears cascaded down his face like a relentless waterfall, each droplet a testament to the profound sorrow that had hollowed out his heart.

johnathan, whose sobs echoed through the empty room, a symphony of despair that reverberated against the walls and seeped into the very air he breathed inside this grave of a room.

johnathan, whose grief seemed to bend him, much like how he saw you curled in fetal position, his shoulders were hunched as if carrying the burden of a thousand heartaches; his team’s heartaches, your heartache. his own headache that weighed the weight of the world ten times over.

johnathan, whose eyes, windows to a soul shattered by loss, glistened with the raw, unfiltered emotion of a man who had been stripped of all pretense.

johnathan, who, in that moment, he was the embodiment of human fragility, a poignant reminder of the universal capacity for suffering.

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[bittyfromquotev]

Madie Aizawa: Origin: Chapter 1

This is the backstory of my BNHA OC. I’ve only completed the first chapter, so I hope y’all like it!

WARNINGS: mentions of abuse and r@pe, bullying, Misophonia

“I’ve got every right to be a villain,” she stated in a strangely casual manner. “Really? How?” The man across from her inquired rather forcefully. His face was scrunched up in a suspicious glare, eyes cold despite being known for his fire Quirk. “It—It’s hard to explain unless I ramble. I like to do that. You sure you’re okay with that?” The pro hero’s gaze hardened even more, if that was possible. “Yes. I asked you a question, now answer it.” She sighed at his response, thinking back. Back to when she believed her downward spiral began. . . . Outside the bathroom was muffled and loud all at once, distant yet irritating. But inside, where they were, was worse than all that carefree noise. There was a girl, naked and cold, her clothes and school materials strewn across the floor. She plugged and unplugged her ears with her pinky fingers repeatedly in an attempt to stop the echo of panting and groaning; the sound of laughter and the slick bathroom floor under her feet. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard these sounds, and although she wanted it to be, it wouldn’t be the last. “C’mon, Madie,” the leader crooned. He glared at her teasingly with those pine-green eyes of his, a cruel smirk crossing his face. “Look at me. Say something!” He bent over, leaning close to her face and lifting her chin to meet his gaze. ���That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Madie took a deep, shuddered breath. “Not…Not any worse than the first time this happened,” she rasped, quite exhausted, yet defiant. “Just leave me alone, Johnathan.” Johnathan turned to his friend and motioned to the scattered mess on the floor. “Give the poor girl her stuff, man. We’re done here.” The other boy nodded, fixing his belt as he threw Madie’s clothes at her. Johnathan raked his large hands through his ebony hair before leading his friends out of the bathroom, waving a goodbye to her in phony friendliness. Madie was cold. Cold and warm all at once. Would she be late to her next class? Oh, well. It doesn’t matter anyways. She closed her eyes briefly. She had to leave. There was no way she wouldn’t get caught naked by some random kids rushing to use the bathroom. Her chest tightened with anxiety at the idea and… Heart racing and almost leaping out of her chest, Madie hurriedly dressed herself and put her backpack on. After washing her hands, she soared out of the bathroom and in the direction of her Algebra class. That class made the whole ordeal much worse. She would have been quicker to leave if her next class was something she liked. That’s not important! Just get to class. As she burst into the classroom, Madie was tackle-hugged by her friend — no, acquaintance, Ivy. “Oh my gosh, Madie!” she exclaimed, her big hazel eyes gleaming with mixed emotions. “I almost thought that you’d left early! All the same, it’s a good thing we have time to kill before the bell.” Madie gave an exasperated smile at the girl’s energy. “Calm down, girl. I’m fine.” Ivy grinned brightly. “C‘mon! C’mon! We need to sit down!” Madie rolled her eyes as she let herself get yanked into her seat. Many of their classmates didn’t arrive until about a minute before the tardy bell rang, laughter and horseplay erupting for a bit before the teacher put an end to it. The algebra lecture began, but Madie wasn’t paying attention. She was too busy thinking about the exact opposite of what she actually wanted to be thinking about right now. She hated her brain sometimes. It had a habit of picturing images and sounds that either scared her, disturbed her, or caused her to be upset in general. In this particular case, though, her brain decided to wander to recent events. Flashes and sounds echoed in her head, and closing her eyes did no good to stop them. It would get so bad sometimes that she would squirm uncomfortably in her seat, praying that it wasn’t noticeable, that people wouldn’t get the wrong idea and try something too. It was like that for the rest of the school day. Flashbacks, snacks with flashbacks, and more flashbacks.

The end of the day was Madie’s favorite part. It meant that she didn’t have to socialize with anyone but her parents for the rest of the day. It meant not having to deal with Johnathan. It meant an actual damn meal. Madie’s mother, Selena Aizawa, was a kind and considerate woman who would do anyone a favor. She was always cooking for her family and others. So even though it was concerning how hungry Madie always was after school, it made Selena very happy, anyways. Madie always thought that her mother’s food was the best. “Are you sure you’re eating enough at school, mijá?” Selena asked, filling Madie’s second plate of flautas. “Sí, Mami,” Madie responded, exasperated. “Sí estoy comiendo bien!” She was about to take a bite when the front door opened with a groan. “<I’m home!>” “<Dad!>” Madie chirped, leaping from her seat and throwing her arms around her father’s waist. The tall man hugged her back lovingly. “<How was school? Nothing bad happened, I hope.>” Madie shook her head. “<Nope. It was fine.>” she assured him. “OH! RIGHT! <Mom wanted to talk to you a bit.>” Selena nodded and politely broke into the space between Madie and her father. “<Yes. It’s important, Taeko.>” Turning to Madie, she added, “We need privacidad, mija. Finish your plate and then do what you need to do.” Madie nodded, returning to her flautas while her parents went into their room upstairs.

After eating, Madie checked her bags for homework and missing assignments. Nothing. I’ll just wander around the house. She decided. I don’t feel like doing anything else, anyways. Her family lived in a decently sized beige two-story house with a black rooftop and a chimney. The living room and kitchen were the biggest areas of the house, even though the Aizawas rarely had guests over. The kitchen had a circular dining table made of a charcoal-colored wood with round chairs surrounding it. In the perfect center of the kitchen was the island. It was made from marbled amber wood and was surrounded by tall round spin-ey chairs. The pantry was a walk-in, that’s pretty much it. The counter was black, a few amber leaf designs here and there, with a sink, microwave, oven, and plenty of space to lay out supplies and ingredients for cooking. A sunset-orange set of French doors leads to the backyard patio. What a perfect place for lounging! Madie trudged over to the living room, plopping down and sinking into the velvet leather couch, mindlessly staring at the blank TV. “Fucking shit, bro,” she whispered, not really talking to anyone in her weary state. Not like there was anyone to talk to. Again she began to analyze the room she was in. The colors of the living room were mostly blacks, grays, and reds. There was an average-looking coffee table close to the couch made mostly of glass save for the legs, which were an acacia-red color. The TV was a 75” screen that was hung — basically plastered to the gray wall behind it. The remote for said TV was placed neatly on the coffee table. Around the carpeted black floor, there were three more soft chairs, all three of them a royal red or velvet like the couch Madie had placed herself in. They also had cup holders and armrests- She paused, blinking. Why in the fuck was she racking her exhausted af brain to analyze her own house?

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Not my BEST work, but I’m happy with it!

[graveyard-ripper]

delxsive​:

        ❝ i just TOLD YOU what happened, johnathan. ❞ the brunette instantly SNAPS back, and despite that calm, placid tone often utilized with her patients, there is an air of vexation that although brisk, is absolutely noted. nonetheless, johnathan rucker may be accustomed to always getting his way, but so is ivory grimes. she has spent too long under that same, icy stare to be intimidated. ❝  you’ve already made your mind up about what transpired.  ❞

      and that stony, porcelain veneer compels hairs to stand up on the back of even the most impetuous student’s necks ; there is something about ivory grimes that makes other’s eager to please. when she is angry, as she is now, there is a calm yet unsettling air to her presence. ❝ someone should be with misty, considering YOU aren’t going to protect her from that foul, gargoyle of a human. ❞  there is a pause, a flash of hurt prominent somewhere in those dark, ebony orbs before the scholar reaches for the doorknob. nonetheless, her tone remains as SMOOTH as it always does around the rucker family, despite the bite to her WORDS. ❝ i’ve NEVER looked good from where you stand, but you’re too far up her highly pretentious ass to see she’s torturing your daughter and i’m just collateral. ❞  

     ivory grimes speaks so definitively that johnathan feels a flicker of pause within the back of his throat. would becca lie about the physicality of their altercation? admittedly, he doubts her, but he cannot disentangle the presumed motives of his sister from the insidious influence of events past. ( yes, ivory is capable of violence, but that does not make her violent…right? ) it makes his exasperation blossom into outrage. ❝ i don’t care! ❞ johnathan shouts loud enough to penetrate the closed door. ❝ i am trying to keep this fucking family together! i don’t care what you think, or what they’ve done. they both deserve a chance to say goodbye. rebecca lost her mother. misty lost her grandmother. and i’m not going to deny either of them their time to mourn with family. i won’t. ❞ 

     a sharp breath, the tears in his eyes rippling like wind over a lake. ❝ all of you need to put a fucking pin in this. it is fucking ridiculous. in-fighting at a wake– are you serious?! ❞ driven by grief, exhaustion begins to unravel johnathan as he struggles underneath the weight of responsibility and reality settled upon his shoulders. ❝ i get that you wanted to protect misty, or– or enact some kind of fucking retribution, but there are other people here. and the last thing anyone needs today is a fist-fight, because you three think that this is all about YOU. ❞ 

[splungecoyote]

Ambermod asking a question

Ambermod ask: I am curious to know how many Stallion's or creature's that Daisy has a crush on/The list of names that are intended of being her date??

Splunge: Sneaking a pony question on my MOD blog? I see how it is. ;p But I'll answer this one time!

Short answer: Your OC, Johnathan Ebony, is the only one on this list. :3

Long answer: In friendships and in relationships, Daisy has a deep-seated fear of being rejected. When she was a filly, some other fillies she tried to play with flat out told her "not you, Daisy", and it has made her afraid to invest her feelings into somepony, so as not to get hurt again.

As a result, most of her friends befriended her first, and she treasures those ponies a lot. But romantic relationships are harder. Friendships can grow and fade, and she knows and accepts that. But your special somepony is somepony you'd ideally be with for the rest of your life!

If Daisy let herself get attached to some pony and it turned out they didn't like her back, she feels that pain would be so much worse. So she acknowledges when stallions are attractive and might get a little hopeful when they're nice to her, but guards her heart perhaps a little too carefully, and will often talk herself out of liking somepony because their actions may be just friendly.

On the other hoof, your John has repeatedly expressed romantic interest in Daisy, and her interactions with him has made her feel safe to like-like him. She likes how loyal, brave, protective, generous, and kind he is, and she can't help imagining a future with him.

But she'd like to get to know him as more than the friends they've been so far. I mean, I might've suggestive that they've been dating all along behind the scenes. But it sounded like you had plans for their first date, so I'm just keeping that in mind for a comic for the future.

(The timeline in my comic is not really moving with actually time, anyway. ;) )

[askdaisydandfriemly]

Ruse gave Daisy his heart and hooves Card and chocolate, Mirage hold a pretty hair bows and it had multicolours. Keira: The kids were so exciting to share these with you

SPLUNGE SHEEP: HAPPY HEARTS AND HOOVES DAY EVERYCREATURE!

Sending love to my followers, plus @keirastarlightdraconequus, @ask-shutter-ghost, @ask-luciavampire, @anideterm3, @asktheartpone and @ask-forestville for putting up with my drawing their characters a lot.

I prefer to focus on the love I have- rather than the romantic love I'm lacking- so...

I love you, my friends! <3

[ask-forestville]

Welcome to ask-forestville

Everyone is here don't be shy, ask a question or talk to them. We are ready and eager to hear from you come visit us anytime you want. 🙂👍

On the left side: Andrew Toxic Chemicalfox->A scientist teacher who's true nature as an evil villain. Melody Altering,Amber Altering,Emily Gemstone and Mary->the marestone from a very old historic event in forestville.

On the right side: Amber-mod thats me I am the owner who creating 9 original character's. Steven Star Glimmershine-> Aka his real name"James Starshine". Johnathan Ebony-> short name John,Queen Candra Bloodmare Moon and Robert Freestallion->Aka "Robert Freeman" he was a human in his time line but got himself in trouble by stemmel upon a magic portal. In the story book he explain that a mystery rad blood-type alicorn transform him into a earth pony.

(Okay, so here's what you gotta do. Just ask questions or talk to them whatever you have in mind they're here to listen. So what are you waiting for? Come visit us any time you want we are happy to spend the day with everyone. You can start your conversation here.👇 )

[magichcuse]

"His very existence just makes me sick."

[an-angels-blessing]

Sugar Baby

Song🐣🎵- N/A

Artist🤸‍♂️🎤- N/A

Warnings😳⛔- Fluff, Dinozzo being... well Dinozzo

Prompt🥺🔥- N/A

A 5" 2' black haired woman who appeared to be in her late 20's walked into the quiet office area wearing a guest pass on the strap of her black cross bag. When the elevator door closed, the team's eyes were on this beautiful ebony woman.

~~~~~~~ Reader P.o.v.~~~~~~~

As I walk into the room I don't see who I came here to see, but I can recognize a few members from Jethros description. As I walk over to the group of NCIS agents, who I believe is Dinozzo, walks over to me, taking my hand in his own and kissing it. This causes me to laugh slightly, "Hi, what's your name gorgeous?" I try not to bust out laughing knowing that if Jethro saw this he would flip. Y/N." I give him a quick answer before showing him a smile. I could see the people behind him tense at his attempt to flirt with me. "Well Y/N, I'm Anthony Dinozzo, but you can call me Tony. Where have you been my whole life?" He finally drops my hand as he finishes talking, a cocky smirk planted on his face, not a Jethro smirk but a fuck boy smirk. "London and Married." Those 3 words cause his mouth to hang open and the 2 people behind him to laugh, loudly. I push his chin up, closing his mouth and pat his shoulder as I walk away from him, towards the other 2 agents. "I'm Ziva David and this is Timothy Mcgee. How can we help you?" The female agent holds her hand out for me to shake and I quickly accept with a smile. I then shake Tim's hand and then take a quick look around the entire room. "Is agent Gibbs here at the moment?" The three agents tense at my mention of their stoic boss. "He is down in Autopsy, he should be back soon. Is there something you need him for?" Mcgee breaks the silence in the room, causing me to nod my head. "Well have a seat Y/N" Dinozzo suddenly snaps back into action, point in the direction of what I am guessing is his desk. I take one last look around the room and land on the 4 desks in my vicinity. I take in all the aspects and finally spot Jethro's desk, there is a cup of coffee on the desk, and even more in the trash. I take a seat in his chair and I can see the agents instantly tense and stress. "You might not want to-" Before Tony can finish his sentence I grab the cup off the desk and take a sip. The three agents almost faint, and if the situation was different I would have laughed. Before the agents could get me out of his seat, Jethro exits the elevator. "What the hell are the three of you looking at?" I'm guessing that he hasn't seen me by his words but when he does, I could see his struggle to not smile, which makes me smile. "Boss, she was looking for you and she didn't know it was your desk." Tony goes into a frenzy trying to get his boss to not kill me.

This recieves him a smack to the back of the head, before Jethro grabs the cup out of my hand and takes a sip, shocking the agents. "You should have seen it J, Tony tried to flirt with me." A giggle escapes before I can even finish my sentence, I can see that he wants to be mad but a low chuckle escapes as he takes another sip. If his team wasn't shocked before, they are now. I can see that he wants to sit down, so I get up and go to get another chair, but before I can, Jethro sits down and grabs my waist, pulling me down on his lap. "Does someone want to explain what is happening?" I know that all of them want answers but Tony is the only one with the confidence. It's obvious that Jethro isn't going to answer by the way he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him before picking up a file off his desk. I go to answer but the elevator dings and Abby walks out, almost instantly seeing me. "Mrs. Gibbs!" Tony's knees buckle at her outburst of my name, causing not only his coworkers to laugh but me as well. "Hello Abby, stop with the misses. I'm younger than you babe." She rushes over to me and hugs me, attempting to not anger Jethro by moving me off of his lap. "G-g-gibbs?!" I think Tony was still coming to grips with Abby's use of my last name. I try to stand up to introduce myself properly but he refuses to let me stand so I remain on his lap and lean into his touch. "Hi, I'm Y/N Gibbs. This man's wife " I rub his thigh, no one can see it, but the tightening of his grip on my waist let's me know that he had a reaction to it. "You're married to him?!" I could feel Jethro tense, I know he has

insecurities about the age gap between the two of us. This made me get extremely defensive, "What.... did you expect me to date you? Sorry, well... not really." Abby starts squealing, she already knew about us but she gets excited everytime. The sequel grabbed EVERYONE'S attention, causing her to quickly apologize. I could tell that Dinozzo wanted to say something else. "Speak Tony." He tensed at my tone and thought about canceling the thought before actually speaking. "So... Sugar Daddy?" This catches all of us of guard, but nonetheless it makes me laugh, I can't tell if he's serious or if he's joking, which only makes me laugh harder. "I have an IQ of 195, I don't need a sugar daddy" I can't help but laugh again. "I'm sorry, but-" Before Mcgee could finish his sentence, Jethro spoke and I mimicked him in a terrible American Accent. "Rule 6" He quickly silenced himself, "I'm joking, he's not. Continue Tim." I smile at the shy male, it can't be easy remembering Jethros rules. "With an IQ that high, shouldn't you be famous." I don't exactly know what to this statement, because I'm not famous in the way he'd think. "So what do you do?" I sigh, thinking of how to answer the boy, so I settled with part of the truth. "I'm a student at Marymount University." Someone else was about to speak up when my phone rang and I instantly know who it was, JJ, telling me that we had a new case. "L/N speaking." After speaking, I could hear Jethro whisper into my other ear, "Liar." The first words that came out of her mouth was exactly what I was expecting. "We got a new case, D.C. district. Call that husband of yours, last victim was a Naval officer. Meet at the table." I could hear Em and Spence in the back, talking about God knows what with how Spence's brain works. "I'm in D.C." I could hear slight giggles from my statement, they didn't know I drove an hour just to see Jethro. "Ok, I'll get Garcia to send you the file." After her sentence, she hangs up, supposedly to call the rest of the team. I knew Jethro heard the entire conversation by the way he released his grip on my waist. When I don't move, he looks at me confused. "I'll look at the file from your computer, plus... they'll be here anyway." He moves us towards his computer so I could use it, before rounding up his team. "We got a case, but we're consulting with the FBI. They'll be here in 30 minutes to an hour." I saw the confusion on his team's face, Jethro wasn't one to comply especially when it comes to the FBI, but it's me so.... whatever. "What are you standing around for. Go." His tone was less than friendly, causing his team to jump into action, it was nice being on the outside view, a few of them went to the elevators while the rest went on their computers. I think he noticed the smile on my face, because I could hear Jethro chuckle. "First time seeing it?" This made me giggle, "Yeah, normally I'm the one rushing to pack and stuff." He pulled me closer and leaned his chin on my shoulder looking at the screen. "You read it." He whispered into my ear. "Because you can't read or because you want to hear my accent." He chuckled at my comment. "Both, now read." This made me smile. "Murders husbands and wives. There seems to be quite a large age gap between the couples. The husband's are killed execution style, while the wives are raped and tortured." I begin to read the file loud enough for Jethro to hear. "Latest victims, Johnathan and Martha Waves. Jonathan was a Senior Chief Petty Officer, just got home after an 18 month expedition. No children or pets. Jonathan was 68 and Martha 24" His breath was hot on my neck, and it was honestly kind of distracting. Before I can say anything, Tony walks in with the keys to the van. "Ready boss." I could recognize that Jethro didn't want to leave me, it's rare that we see each other. "Go, I'll be fine here. I'll look into my case." He reluctantly nods his head and we both stand up, he kisses my forehead before walking away with Tony, McGee and Ziva following close behind. I sat there, scrolling through the file waiting for

either my team or Jethro to come back. Yet somehow, Abby got the message that I was starting to get bored, because when she walked out of the elevator, she walked directly to me. "I thought you had a case, why are you still here?" She sounds glad, but still slightly disappointed as she pulls a chair from one of the other desks and takes a seat. "My case is here, the latest victim was a naval officer." As soon as those words left my mouth, she got excited. "So I can see how you work?" We both giggle, we continue to talk until we hear the elevator door open. Out walks Spence, JJ, Em, Derrick, Rossi, Aaron, Jethro, McGee, Ziva, and Tony. As they reached the small area, they spot Abby and me. McGee, Ziva, and Tony all give me a confused look. "Let me introduce my team, I am Aaron Hotchner, this is Derick Morgan, Emily Prentice,  Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Dr. Spencer Reid, and you seem to already be familiar with Dr. Y/N L/N." Hotch points to each member as he introduces them, before pointing to me. "I thought you said you were a student?" Dinozzo's jaw almost hits the floor, "I am, 3rd PHD." I smile innocently and I can almost see the smirk start to form on Jethro's face. "Okay, let's get to work." As the groups split off, we all started looking at the evidence we learned from the crime scenes. There was just something I couldn't understand, I think Spence and Em could see the cog wheels turning in my head. "What's going through that beautiful head of yours?" Em was the first to acknowledge my struggle. "Age gap." My voice was low and I was mumbling. "What?" Spence asked me, "Why age gaps? There always is one." As that sentence came out of my mouth, something clicked, but I had to be sure. I took out my phone and called Garcia. "House of Supreme genius, how many I serve you today?" I giggle at her. "Hey sweetheart, could you look at all the wives checking accounts. How much is coming in, going out, and where? Call me back when you get it." I could hear rapid typing from her side of the phone. "The accent gets me every time, how could I say no. I got you babe, Garcia out!" I could feel the stares from not only Em and Spence, but the rest of the team now. "Would you like to share with the class?" Morgan can't help but be snarky, like Dinozzo but cuter. "Why go after age gaps? That's what I couldn't figure out." I try to talk slow, but the anticipation of Garcia's call is getting to me. "And something Dinozzo said earlier made me realize something." They were all waiting for me to continue when my phone rang. "Hello," I could hear Garcia's chair roll across her floor, assumingly to her other computer. "So, the wives seem to be getting $4000 to $8000 weekly into their checking accounts. And they seem to spend it as fast as it comes. The first Victim, Cindy Washington, was a shopaholic, she spent tens of thousands online a month." So I was right, "Thank you darling. I'll call you if I need anything." I hang up the phone and turn back to the group. "Dinozzo asked if I was a sugar baby, which I'm not. But all of these women, are."

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