griffingraham

[griffingraham]

Griffin always passed by the Academy or what was left of it on his way home from work, his hand and taser shoved into his jacket pocket as he walked along the mostly empty streets at four in the morning. The cast limited him to hoping that whoever would try to mug him or kidnap him was on his left side where his unbroken arm was so he could give them a proper tasing.

He stopped several feet away when he noticed a shadowy figure hanging along the remains of the Academy. He would be stupid to trust someone who looked like shit this late at night but, he didn’t need to trust her. He just had to relieve his conscience of the guilt that was already being placed because he contemplated walking on the opposite sidewalk. 

With hesitance, he approached Felicity with one hand still in his jacket pocket and the other hanging in its sling. “Hey,” he spoke softly as he tried to catch her attention. “Are you good? No offense but you look like shit and I just thought maybe I could check on you in case you just escaped from a kidnapper or a sex trafficker or something.” He shrugged.

felicity used to spend days, weeks, blacked out of her mind. waking up in foreign cities, sometimes countries, unsure how she got there. she used to think it was alcohol induced until she stopped drinking. now when she woke up to the ashy taste in her mouth she knew what had happened. 

it was still dark enough, as she wondered the streets in her rags, questionable stains covering her clothes. she had no home and she doubted the hotel she was staying at would let her in. she sluggishly made her way to the umbrella academy mansion. 

only when she stood in front of it there was only rubble left, police tape was wrapped around the front gates but she doubted it would stop anyone. for a long while she stood there, blinking in confusion. how long had she been out? fee turned, catching the wrist of a passing stranger. “what day is it?” she asked, voice rough. they pulled their hand away in disgust leaving felicity standing there alone.

sitting down on the ground felicity brought her knees to her chest; her mind still fuzzy, trying to piece back together her memory. 

[griffingraham]

Griffin pondered on the idea that getting caught up in one of the explosions and luckily only breaking an arm was the universe’s way of pushing him to join the poorly conducted superhero team calling themselves the Umbrella Academy. He didn’t take it as a cosmic sign but, it convinced him enough to give the other 42 people that share the same birthday as him a visit.

The first room he stumbled upon contained quite the eye candy with some interesting additional features coming from his chest. He found it intriguing that he was speaking to the tentacles as if they were someone else and not a part of him. He cleared his throat loud enough for the other to hear, leaning in between the doorway. “I can come back in a bit if you and your squid appendages are busy doing naughty things,” Griffin teased. “I don’t kink-shame.”

A groan of frustration followed by a long string of swear words could be heard from Ben’s room. The door was open just a crack. Peering in would reveal a shirtless Ben with four tentacles protruding from his stomach, his shirt discarded several feet behind him. He was sweating and covered in feathers since he opted for using pillows as the target for his training.

“I get it,” He grumbled and looked at the shredded pillows and feathers that were scattered all over his room. “You aren’t happy I kept you away for months but I won’t be bringing you back out anytime soon if we can’t find a compromise. Surely there’s a way to curb the appetite for destruction?” The words were followed by the portal from his stomach closing up, Ben promptly dropping to the ground and wrapping his arms around himself. It had only been about seven minutes spent testing his powers but it left him feeling absolutely exhausted.

[griffingraham]

Griffin eyed Verity before politely shaking his head and gesturing his arm to show he wasn’t interested in her last stick. “We all have our addictions-- Lucky for you, mine isn’t smoking.” He was torn between alcohol and sex. Not that they couldn’t happen together though, his broken arm made one of them a bit more difficult. “I almost didn’t recognize you without your uniform on and a donut in front of you,” he said teasingly. “How have you been Detective?”

The smoke break had become a must, her uniform jacket discarded back in the patrol car since she wasn’t about to go back to work showing signs that having stepped up into Eudora’s position was, in fact, stressing her out a little bit. She exhaled smoke in a rather loud sigh and held the cigarette in her right hand, other hand toying with the lighter. “Look, I’ve one left,” She sighed. “If I give it to you, promise you won’t tell my boss you found me out here?”

[griffingraham]

phoenixrissing·:

it was relatively quiet for a morning. the streets were still busy but people were reluctant to go out and enjoy themselves. even though nix was technically meant to be on bed rest he couldn’t stay inside for too long. the coffee shop was a simple walk, even with his crutch, and he found himself enjoying the fresh air. but without the use of one leg and one arm things where difficult. 

phoenix watched the spilt coffee on the floor, the takeaway cup rolling towards his feet. he frowned, pushing the angry and disappointed feeling that swelled up in his chest. “fuck my life” he muttered under his breath, trying his best to bend down and pick the cup up without falling on his face.

For someone living under a rock and just arriving in the city, they could easily confuse having a severe injury as one of fashion’s new and strange trend. Griffin had a broken arm and the poor fella who just lost his cup of coffee was using a crutch. He crouched down and picked up the empty paper cup and tsked, reading the name written on it by the barista. “Nix. You know, in German, that translates to nothing. Much like the contents of your cup.” He stated bluntly. 

[griffingraham]

astrlhrt·:

she felt useless but the greater part of that came from her inability to help. eve didn’t know first aid, she didn’t know how to care for people. she was still flickering some days between human and not. all it took was for her to sneeze or to get angry and she’d be back to being a ghost. 

she sat at the bar, and that was a strange concept, looking old enough to get in places, looking at the beer that placed in front of her. she felt like a kid sneaking their parents’ liquor, even though eve was physically and mentally old enough to drink now.

eve took one sip and promptly almost spat it back out, “oh god that’s horrible, how do people drink beer on the regular?”

Working at a bar while on pain medication that didn’t allow him to drink was one of the worst feelings. It sounded like a first world problem but, Griffin enjoyed a shot before his shift to loosen up his gears. Yet he found himself sitting at the bar on his break with a glass of water instead of in the back with some guy mostly because now he had Gabe. 

Griff smirked as he turned his head in time to catch one of their customers spit out the beer. “That’s actually the good beer too.” He pointed out, not that she was even asking. “But it isn’t for everyone. Is it safe for me to assume this is your first time drinking?”

[griffingraham]

gcbriicl‌: [event 02 - explosion]

“ thinking you’re fine and being fine is different griff- “ his voice is a little panicked. what if there’s damage to his spine? moving more could only cause further damage. he runs a hand down griff’s spine, eyes tracking as he searches for anything indicating an injury. he finds nothing and settles for cupping griffin’s cheek. “ i’m fine- i promise i’m fine but we need to get you out of here okay? “ he softens at the other’s soothing touch and leans forward to kiss him tenderly.

Griffin can hear the panic in Gabe’s voice and he almost forgot what it was like to have someone who cared. His lips moved along his before pulling away a moment later. “Gabriel, I--” He pressed his forehead against Gabe’s and sighed. No matter how much he said he was fine, that there were other people who needed the medical attention more than him, there was no going around his own broken arm. He nodded his head, his thumb still smoothing over the other’s hand. “Okay. I just need your help getting up.” 

[griffingraham]

gcbriicl‌: [event 02 - explosion]

he tucks his gun back into it’s holster, eyes scanning over griffin to catalogue damage. burns. probably some bruises- and griffin’s yell makes his chest tighten. probably a break. he slides an arm around griffin’s back to help him sit up before gently reaching for the broken arm. “ i hate that name, “ he responds but he can’t help the pleased curl of his lips. “ there was an explosion griff, you got hurt. i think your arm is broken okay. don’t move for now; we don’t know if there’s any other injuries yet. “

As his hearing and eyesight slowly returned to him, Griffin was able to fully take in his surroundings. He was able to take in all the sight of all the injured people-- of all the bodies that remained still. It took a while to hit him with all the adrenaline still passing through him but, he was so relieved to still be alive. He winced, letting out a soft groan as Gabe helped him sit up. “I-I think I’m fine.” He reached for Gabe’s hand with his good arm, running his thumb over the knuckle soothingly. “Are you okay?” He asked, eyes skimming over the clearly unharmed man. He still had to ask.

[griffingraham]

Just say the word and we can start making out.

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gcbriicl‌: [event 02 - explosion]

@griffingraham

it’s not his department. he shouldn’t get involved it’s really not his department. 

he gets involved anyway. he hears the explosion- sees the blast and before gabriel knows what he’s doing he’s hurtling towards the site, gun drawn. everything is a mess when he arrives. civilians are injured people are crying and gabriel ends up ignoring them all in favour of h i m. “ griffin? - fuck griffin- griffin can you hear me? “

Boom. The blast came out of nowhere. While Griffin seemed far enough away to not be splattered across the street and walls of the building, it threw him hard against the street light and gave him some minor burns on his arm. His ears rang and his vision was blurred but he still tried to compose himself and take in the scene. It took him a moment to even make out Gabe in front of him, lips moving but audio still not fully there. “Wine mom.” He couldn’t help but use the nickname, trying to prop himself up with his broken arm and yelling in pain as he only noticed now. “I... What happened?”

[griffingraham]

veritythomas‌: [event 02 - pre-explosion]

She gave a sigh of relief when the waitress returned with a scone and a cup of coffee, briefly taking a sip of it before placing her attention on him. “Just a bit,” Verity mumbled. “This week has been testing my emotions to an extreme I didn’t think was possible.” Civilians were being harmed and there were children being put in harm’s way. The whole thing felt like something out of a nightmare. “I appreciate that comment,” She added with a small smile. “I can’t say I hear it a lot.”

“People are losing their loved ones left and right all because of some sadistic toymaker who is butthurt the comic book superheroes didn’t save them in their time of need.” Griffin commented bluntly. He still refused to get wrapped up in the likings of the Umbrella Academy, this tragedy and potential enemy adding onto his list of why joining them is a terrible idea. “I just gotta give credit where it’s due.”

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patchedeudora‌: [ event 02 - pre-explosion ]

Patch snorted, thinking about all the dumb things she’d seen people do. She’d deny ever doing stupid things herself, but truth be told, she’d had a rebellious streak once. She’d squashed that down for her job though, so no one really knew that side of her, not now. “Hey, speak for yourself. I haven’t done anything stupid in… a week?” She joked, much to her own surprise. Lifting the drink to her mouth, she could taste the alcohol, so she raised her eyebrows. “I’m on duty, I’m not supposed to drink right now.” Technically, she could have one drink, but she was well known for following the rules. 

“You’ve still done something stupid, detective. We all have and there’s no denying that.” Griffin shrugged, wiping down the counter as he spoke to her. His most recent stupid activity would be slipping the alcohol into her drink. At least he didn’t drug her while she was working. A smirk came to his lips as she tasted the alcohol, giving her a look of innocence shortly after. “You’ll be fine. I doubt you’re a lightweight..”

[griffingraham]

notinsanegirl‌: [event 02 - pre-explosion]

Veronica was most certainly not okay. The pain, fear, anger, panic, all of it was going through her, and she didn’t like dealing with negative emotions on the best of days. Today was not the best of days. She’d seen a monster, just like the one that killed her parents, and no, she was not really ready to deal with her fears that maybe she was insane, or worse, maybe she wasn’t. Work would help, she hoped. Being around drunk people often helped. Quickly locking the door behind her, just in case that monster had followed her, she turned to Griffin with wide eyes. “Nope, not okay at all.” It wasn’t a surprise to her that she blurted it out. “I mean, not hurt, they never physically hurt me, but not okay.” 

Griffin arched a brow at his fellow bartender, moving toward the door to peek outside of it for anyone that might look suspicious. He turned to her with his arms crossed over his chest and sighed. “Vee, what do you mean they never physically hurt you? Who’s hurting you?” Unknown to all of the people in the room, Griffin was concentrating his power onto Veronica, hoping that he could help her if she told him the truth. “Do we need to call the cops?”

[griffingraham]

jackfalahee: We’re getting married

[griffingraham]

Connor Walsh in Season One.

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ccssics‌:

“ two hours, “ cassius repeats dryly with a raised brow. he was hardly known for his patience. mismatched eyes survey the bar; one blue the other almost gold. “ or , “ he drawls, “ if you can ditch your colleague i can always come blow you behind the bar. “ the blonde shrugs nonchalantly. “ i’m hardly the best at waiting. “

Griffin owed his coworker more favors than he could count at this point but, he nodded at Cass’ suggestion. “I’ll be there.” He replied with a wink before moving away and coming up with an excuse to his fellow bartender then disappearing out through the employee entrance in the back.