#hoping to get more information from Gregory

[williamafton2030]

Gregory deserves to be the protagonist of a future game

Gregory is a very curious character in Fnaf because the conception we had of him has changed over time.

In the first trailer we were supposed to understand that he would be a scared child who we would take care of like Vanessa (at that time it was hardly suspected that Vanessa and Vanny were the same person). However, in one of the figurines that Funko made in which he appears, he looks serious and determined, something that he was would begin to make us understand that he was completely different from what we thought, but we could not see this well until the release of Security Breach. In this game we see Gregory being brave, which many people explained by being an orphan and living on the street as we see in one of the endings, but no one would ever believe that he was actually patient 46 of the retro CDs and that He had indeed had a good life.

Having said all this, I would like to give my reasons why I would like him to be the protagonist again.

The first is that in GGY things are not left uncovered since he is not the protagonist but Tony. This means that the data we obtain from this story is from the perspective of this character, meaning that many things are not mentioned because Tony does not know them. The most important and the one that catches my attention so much is how he came to be trapped under the control of Glitchtrap, something that I see could be explained very well in a game where Gregory begins to remember about his past time.

The next one is because I think the contrast of Gregory's somewhat immature personality as a child (not remembering his GGY stage) to adulthood he will be more sensible (remembering GGY) can be brutal. There is an interpretation of Candy Cadet's story about the girl, the witch and the lying boy where it says that Gregory will return to the Pizzaplex to kill the witch who is Mimic but that he will be deceived by the lying boy who will be Cassie under the control of Mimic and I really want to see that. That would be amazing because I would love to see how Gregory spins Mimic with Glitchtrap and the GGY thing while trying to free Cassie and defeat Mimic.

To finish, give this last reason that would be more of a wish and that is that I would love for them to return to canon with a future game, whether starring (hopefully) or not by Gregory, the background he had in the history of GGY. As I have said before, people's perception of Gregory has changed over time, but I think the best one is the one he has now, being that he is given a past that he will deal with when he remembers and that will bring him many wounds that he will have to face so that they can heal.

One of those that I would love for it to go into depth would be how he ended up with Tony (we don't know much about Ellis so I don't think he died although it is also a possibility). It would be a damn cool thing to see that since we would see Gregory grow a lot in maturity like this since it shouldn't be easy for him to discover that he was the culprit of his best friend's death.

I hope Steel Wool makes Gregory the protagonist in the future (or at least explores more of him) because he has a lot of potential that deserves to be taken advantage of.

If you don't have the same opinion as me about whether Gregory should return, I respect it because it is your opinion and all opinions deserve to be respected, just like this one, which is mine.

[burnthoneydrops]

A Shame Indeed (c.b. x fem!reader)

pairing: colin bridgerton x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: use of female descriptors (miss, young lady, etc)

a/n: Part II to this post for colin! also a continuation of this series! i hope you enjoy and a reminder that requests are open! (both in general and for my 200 celebration :)) )

The Bridgerton drawing room is a wonderful net for beautiful sunlight. At least, that is what you gather while sitting there early one morning, a few weeks into your new role as governess. No main member of the family is awake, just the staff that keep the house afloat. It is rather peaceful, and you are grateful for the moments of solitude away from your room where you have piles of old curtain fabric surrounding you. As you finish stitching two panels of a Hyacinth size dress together, there are footsteps traipsing down the carpeted floor, alerting you of someone else’s arrival. You’re quick to your feet, lest it be a Bridgerton and you appear disrespectful. Though you have gained their trust and appreciation, it still feels as though someone might pull you back out of this dream scenario at any second. 

“Ah, good morning Mr. Bridgerton,” you nod, smiling lightly as Colin appears in the doorway. 

“Good morning Miss Y/N. It is rather early is it not? Is Hyacinth even awake yet?” He asks, looking down the hallway before walking closer into the room. 

“Alas, she is not. I figured wasting time while awake rather silly, however, so here I am”.

“With…” he looks behind you, back at the couch, and his eyebrows raise in confusion as his head tilts to the side. 

“Oh, those are curtains that Mrs. Wilson was going to have thrown out. There was a stain on them, apparently, but I have yet to find it”. 

That does not seem to lessen Colin’s confusion. 

“And what exactly are you doing with them?” 

“Hyacinth has been begging to go to the modiste with Lady Bridgerton and Miss Bridgerton, but the focus is on those who need new dresses for the season. So, in the absence of the actual modiste, I figured I could stand in and make her a new dress. It is, however, a surprise so please do not tell her,” you look between him and the curtain, hoping you hadn’t just spoiled your plan. 

Instead of verbally responding, Colin drags his fingers in front of his lips and twists an imaginary key, signalling his sworn secrecy. You laugh quietly, before turning to sit back down with your work. Now that you no longer have to fear the undermining of your surprise, you are free to work on it in the open, or at least in front of Colin. As a member of staff passes, Colin orders tea and scones, muttering something about how if the two of you were going to stay awake you might have some fuel. One thing you have learned throughout your few weeks is Hyacinth and Gregory’s love for mischief is rivalled only by Colin’s love of food. You say nothing, choosing to politely nod in agreement instead as you create the puff sleeves of Hyacinth’s dress. The scones and tea are brought quickly, you assume already prepared. You don’t think it will ever fail to amaze you how on top of everything the people who run Bridgerton house are nor the fact that you are now a part of that. 

“Do you care for cream or jam first?” Colin breaks the silence, almost startling you. 

“Oh, um, do not feel obliged to offer me any Mr. Bridgerton”. 

“Colin, please. We did agree to get to know each other on more adult terms, did we not?” 

“Well, I suppose we did. But that does not remove anything in the series of respect and class differentials Mr. Bridgerton”. 

“Yes, but if I am insisting, and you work for my house, then you must listen to me. Yes?” He looks quite pleased with himself as he pours milk into his teacup. 

“Fine, Colin it is. But if anyone asks, you are to inform them of your wishes immediately. I will not have people thinking I disrespect this house voluntarily,”. 

“Yes ma’am,” he laughs, “now, cream or jam?”  

The conversation carries on easily enough between the two of you, and for a second you forget yourself. You forget that you are inside the previously terrifying Bridgerton home, making clothes out of old curtains and drinking tea with one of your employers. It feels easy, relaxed, and you wish that you could perpetually stay in this moment. The warm sun on your back is the same that makes Colin appear glowing, making his laugh even that more heavenly in appearance. You pause, internally slow blinking and hoping that you’re not physically translating that on your face. You did not just call Colin Bridgerton’s laugh heavenly, did you? You push the thought out of your mind, remembering there is no place for thoughts like that while doing your job. 

That is until Lady Bridgerton makes her way into the drawing room and pauses at the sight before her. You notice her before Colin does, standing at attention immediately, dropping the dress down on the couch beside you. Colin stands cooly, walking over to greet his mother with a soft hug and a light kiss on the cheek. You do not think you’ve seen him do anything with much more force than that since your arrival, and you wonder if he is that gentle with every person he meets. Quickly checking that train of thought and registering it unhelpful at this current moment in time, you look back solely at Lady Bridgerton, apologising for the possibility that you had any part in waking her. 

“Oh no, my dear, it was not you,” she reassures you, choosing not to question why she found her third eldest and her newest hire alone together, but rather allowing Colin to excuse himself with the claim that he is to meet his brothers for a round of fencing. “May I ask why you have some of our old curtains in your possession?” She asks instead, taking Colin’s previously occupied seat on the couch across from you. 

“Oh, Mrs. Wilson said they were to be thrown away and I couldn’t bear the waste of perfectly good fabric, so I fashioned Hyacinth a new dress,” you display the work you had completed during your conversation with the third Bridgerton boy, trying to be prideful but fearing the response all the same. 

“How thoughtful of you,” Lady Bridgerton smiles and you secretly sigh in relief. Though you had never pegged Lady Bridgerton to be cruel or patronising in any way, some of your previous employers had not been as kind, so you always secretly fear the worst. Your letters to your mother would describe as such, the growing anxiety that every well-to-do mama that you serve under will be exactly like the last. As much as you continually remind yourself that the Bridgertons are different, those thoughts do love to linger. 

The afternoon sun brings a welcome break to your lesson with Hyacinth, who immediately insisted on wearing her new dress when presented with it. She looks lovely wandering around the garden, running across benches in the lightly patterned fabric which makes her easier to spot as well. Though that had not been your intention while making the garment, you have to admit it is a welcomed bonus. That child certainly has enough energy for all the ton twice over, so being easily seen is a necessity when she could run off at any moment. She had been dying to show you what she had observed in Gregory’s dance lesson and requested that you acted as the female so she could take Gregory’s spot. You curtsey as low as you can go before placing your hands on her small frame, bending at the knees ever so slightly so her hands can rest at a comfortable position. With no music to accompany you, Hyacinth takes to counting the steps out loud and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress your laughter. One misstep has Hyacinth scolding you, though not entirely in earnest as the situation quickly crumbles into a fit of laughter between you both. The sweet girl sits next to you on the garden pathway, the two of you holding your stomachs as you laugh heartily. 

Colin stands at a window a floor above the gardens, overlooking the entertaining spectacle taking place before him. A persistent smile etches its way onto his face as his hands rest behind his back, grateful that you are down there and otherwise preoccupied so as to not witness his very obvious infatuation. He does not entirely know when his thoughts about you transitioned in such a way, he just hopes it is not as obvious as he feels it must be. Soon, he realises he is not the only person watching, as his mother has joined by his side, glancing down at what has captured her son’s attention so. 

“She has quite the way with the children,” his mother comments, continuing to glance at the two of you rather than addressing her son directly. 

“You chose well,” he agrees, looking quickly at Lady Bridgerton before continuing to smile at the sound of your laugh climbing its way up through the window. 

“A very kind soul indeed,” Lady Bridgerton sighs contently, turning then to look at her son. “With a rather large, loving heart as well. It would be a shame to let that go to waste”. With no further explanation, she turns and walks away, leaving her son in the sunlit spot on the carpet, confused. She did always have a way for reading her childrens’ minds, as well as their hearts, even when they could not conjure up their thoughts themselves. 

What a shame it would be, he agrees mentally. What a shame.

[weirdmorefics]

benedict with a younger sister who he catches at one of the parties he goes to talking to a man who has less than innocent intentions with her and she’s oblivious and just thought it would be a fun place to drink bcs that’s what she’d heard when was out at the park earlier that day

A/N- Sorry for it taking a while I really am starting to believe in the fanfiction curse. I also made up the seedy guy who had unhonorable intentions in this story just an FYI.

Readers Pronouns- She/Her

TW- Sexism

Word Count- 1,653

Summary- Benedict goes to a local gathering of artists and happens to find his darling younger sister enjoying the company of some of Benedict's unsavory friends.

Unhonorable Intentions

I am a rake. I take no shame in this fact. I am allowed to be a free spirit it is my birthright as the second-born son. No obligations no responsibility. I would loathe to be in Anthony's shoes. Though Y/n seems to have made it her mission for me to walk in his shoes tonight. What is she even doing in a place like this? Last I knew she preferred literature over the arts. Yet she hangs on a man's arm as he explains his next work. in progress that he is sure will be his Magnus opus. I glare at them hopefully sister notices my gaze burning into her side so I can continue my night as if nothing happened. However, when I glare at them I realize who the man she is talking to is and now I know there is no way I can continue my night. Unfortunately said man felt my gaze instead of Y/n and smiled and pulled her forcefully along with him.

"Bridgerton! It's grand to see you! We've missed you at the club!" Alexander shakes my hand roughly and I return it with an insincere smile. "Saw you eyeing my new muse, I regret to inform you I don't share." God, I want to gag as I know what he does with his so-called muses. Y/n smiles at being called his muse she does love it when I draw her but this man does not have honorable intentions. He and I have very different definitions of what a muse is. My idea of a muse is someone who inspires you to create, Alexander's idea of a muse is a woman to sleep with and then abandon.

I straighten back to assert my taller posture over the man, "And I regret to inform you your so-called muse is my darling baby sister." I look down at her with demanding eyes, "I do say it is time we get back to Mother. Isn't Y/n?"

She looks taken aback by my tone, "What do you mean? I just got here."

Alexanders' grin increases tenfold, "A Bridgeton! Benedict I had no idea you were hiding such a beauty to yourself! If I was her brother I'd never let her out of the house either." This man is truly revolting the artist community here is unfortunately very small and I have to find a way to remain civil.

Y/n smiles, "So you know Alexander? That's too bad really I was hoping to learn some different art techniques from him to impart to you! I had no idea you knew such a famous artist!"

I grit my teeth, "Famous now Alexander are we?"

This flusters him for a moment but he recovers quickly, "Aren't all artists famous in a different sort of way?"

I want to laugh at such an absurd response… sadly Y/n is far too naive for her own good.

"I agree wholeheartedly! Benedict is the most famous artist in our family! I'm quite jealous of his talent I must admit! It makes sense he would be at such a regal event filled with so much talent. To be truthful I overheard this soiree would have fabulous drinks on this morning's promenade and couldn't resist," she gushes over my talents and breaks my heart for not being more present in my siblings' lives.

Anthony just seemed to have it all handled, Daphne was married off, Eloise could certainly hold her own ground, Francessa was so busy with her studies, and Mother had Gregory and Hycanith under control. Even though Y/n is Eloise's twin she couldn't be any more different she believes the best in everyone and is too quick to forgive in my opinion and Alexander is taking advantage of that and I will not let that stand.

I smile down at Y/n, "Y/n you downplay your own talents no need to associate with a man whose talents consist of preying on women through false pretenses."

Her eyes widen to the size of quarters, "Benedict you can not make such outrageous claims!"

I pretend to not know exactly what she is talking about, "You mean your talents? Your poetry talent is outrageous and that's not a claim it's just a fact."

She blushes at the compliment but for some asinine reason still wants to defend Alexander. Though it seemed her brain could not keep up with the unusual compliment from me and the unflattering words I spoke about Alexander she just stuttered unintelligible anger, shock, and joy all marking her face. Alexander on the other hand was just fuming red.

"First you insult me Bridgerton then you demean poetry as a genre by encouraging a woman to write it." he snarls.

I have never seen Y/n turn so quickly and before anyone in the room knows what's happening a resounding slap is heard over all the chatter and everyone turns to the noise. Alexander's eye is twitching and a red welt in the shape of my sister's hand is forming on his face. He glares at her with murderous eyes but she holds her head high I have never seen her this determined and it makes me wonder what else I missed while she was growing up and I was galavanting around with men like Alexander.

She points an angry finger at him like Mother would when she would scold us, "Gentleman like yourself actually I wouldn't even call men like you gentleman but that's beside the point. Men like you say women are too emotional to do anything but care for the home. Poetry is all about emotion it's supposed to make you feel something like the art you make, or apparently don't make from what I just learned from Benedict's side comment. I would also like to remind you who is in charge of our country or rather what sex they are?"

All eyes are on us and Alexander looks like he might strangle Y/n with his two hands if the vein bulging out of his forehead is any indicator.

"Oh and by the way when I complimented your line work on your latest piece I was lying it was shit but you know how men can be so emotional I didn't want to hurt your feelings," she fake pouted. This is definitely not the young sister I once knew she may still be naive but she has now learned to use her talent with words as a knife.

Alexander's arm shoots to roughly grab her but I am quick to block, "I'm Alexander but we must be going. It was so nice talking to you as always. I would definitely take my dear sister's words under advisement to spend more time working on your line art." I then pull him very closely into my body and if anyone hadn't seen the previous incident they would have thought it was just two chaps hugging. I whisper, "Less time with lines of ladies and coke you might find yourself able to make straight lines. And if I ever hear you laid a hand on my sister I will kill you myself." I roughly release him and he scrambles backwards ungracefully as all eyes on him.

I link arms with Y/n, "Come on we must really be going now."

Once we make it outside away from prying eyes she quickly bursts into sobs, "Gods what have I done! I was just so angry he'd judge me just based on my sex. God, what if Lady Whistledown writes about me!" She starts pacing with her hands on her forehead and this is the Y/n I am all too familiar with, " Oh God what if Mama reads it! What if I ruin the Bridgerton name? Anthony will never forgive me!"

I clap and quickly gain her attention back, "You certainly won't be the first Bridgerton featured in Lady Whistledown and I am certain you will not be the last."

"Not helping!' She shouts back.

"No one will be mad you stood your ground… in fact, I am quite proud of you."

Her eyes study me, "Are you serious? I just slapped your friend in a soiree full of your peers."

"Anthony was more of an acquaintance," I add.

She rolls her eyes, "That is not the point!"

I sigh, "Yes, I am proud. You defended your honor and didn't need my help to do so. Though I am sure any of your brothers would be there in a heartbeat to defend it including me."

She smiles, "You're proud of me."

"I am not saying it again," I state.

she starts to repeat you're proud of me in a sing-songy voice.

"My pride in you is diminishing and my worry is growing. I think I will be around more often seems like Anthony isn't keeping a watchful enough eye on you if he let you go to a seedy event like this."

She tilts her head, "But you were at the event?"

"Exactly I only attend seedy events, though it appears now I must reform. Think of me has your second Anthony," maybe having responsibilities won't be so bad if I get to see Y/n chew out more men like Alexander.

She groans, "I don't want another Anthony how will I ever do anything fun."

"That's the point Y/n," I smile.

She groans, "I hope Lady Whistledown writes you into the story and makes you sound dreadful."

"As long as she writes how daring and smart my younger sister is we will be on good terms," I smile as she groans again at her failed attempt to get under my skin.

"Thank you, I guess," she responds.

I may be late in helping my siblings but at least they all still have some more growing to do and I plan to be there for all of it.

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Always There

Note: I know I’ve been MIA for a while but the “writer block” bug bit me good. Anyways, hope I can apologize better with this Gibbs Prompt!

Prompt: Gibbs has a panic attack after hearing old military footage.

"Tony, knock it off, you're gonna make me drop it and then we're all gonna be in trouble," you warned the overly excited agent as he made grandous hand motions near the tray of coffees you had.

"Oh come on, Y/N. I know you're just as excited as me. You're the biggest crime noir movie nerd I know."

You just smiled at his theatrics as the both of you exited the elevators and walked towards the bullpen, where the rest of the team was waiting.

"Tony been talking your ear off about the new Gregory Haines film?" McGee asked as you handed over his coffee with an eyeroll.

"You have no idea. It took him 10 minutes just to order his coffee because he was busy talking about the trailer with the barista."

You handed Bishop her loaded breakfast bagel and latte before finishing with Gibbs' tall black coffee. He was quietly engrossed in whatever case file was on his desk, barley looking up to greet you. It was unusual of him since you two were kind of a thing now. Of course no one knew about it, but for the last 3 months or so, you and Gibbs had been going on late night dates and hanging out at each others houses, occasionally sleeping together.

You blamed his distant behavior on keeping a professional cover with you so as not to arise any suspicion from the team, but kept a reminder in your head to ask him about it later.

"But she just can't help going back to him, totally oblivious to the fact that he's actually the town murderer-

"DiNozzo. Are you able to focus today?" Gibbs inquired in irritation, irrupting Tony's lengthy synopsis to Bishop. His tone was a bit more gruff than usual, even throwing Tony off a bit.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry boss. Back to work."

As Tony took his seat at his desk, McGee pulled up a picture of a very obvious decomposed body being pulled from the water. "Master Sargent Gantry, was found by local police, washed up on the shore 2 days ago. Shot in the head, the county's ME determined the cause of death to be a suicide after tracing the trajectory of the bullet and the linking it to the Master Sargent's missing sidearm that the police found when doing a sweep of the lake." Using the clicker, he changed the screen so that it showed a picture of a plastic bag filled with what looked like letters and a personal recording device. "Unfortunately, a couple days later, they also found this vacuum sealed bag containing letters to the Master Sargent and a recording of an unidentified male admitting to friendly fire during a firefight back in Iraq of 1991."

"1991? Wasn't that-

Before Bishop could finish whatever historical fact she had in mind, she was interrupted by Gibbs.

"Operation Desert Storm."

All of you turned to look at him as he stood up from his desk, coffee in his hand.

"DiNozzo and McGee, I want you two getting all the information you can from Master Sargent Gentry's time in the Marine Corps. Find out if anyone had any problems with him that would suggest motive. Bishop, I want all the records pulled from the ME that did Gentry's autopsy, talk with Ducky and Palmer. Y/N, you're with me. Abby and Sloan are going over the recording found with our victims body."

No one dared asked any follow up questions as all the clues were adding up. His more than usual grumpiness, the distant look in his eyes. You all knew Gibbs served in Desert Storm so seeing what looked like a fragging on a superior officer and possible friend, would definitely offput him.

You caught up to him as he entered the elevator, destined to the lab. It was quiet for a few seconds before you decided to speak.

"You ok?

He just nodded, but didn't speak further on it. Once the doors opened, you were following behind as he entered Abby's lab, where Sloan was already waiting. She looked just as worried as you felt.

"Whadya got Abbs?"

"Ok, so luckily for us, the letters and recording were vacuum sealed in a plastic bag, preserving them perfectly. The letter don't give any names or clues as to who wrote them but when I listened on the recording, I found something."

Gibbs nodded to her, to which she turned to her computer and clicked a button, immediately filling the lab with loud sounds of machine guns firing. It was the only time you had ever seen Gibbs visibly flinch. As you all listened to the audio clearly describing a firefight with enemy forces, you noticed the change in Gibbs' demeanor. He seemed to stand rigid as his free hand slowly closed itself in a fist, while the other adjusted holding his coffee in almost a nervous manner.

Are they coming from the south side or not?!

Who's got eyes on that treeline?!

The sounds of bullets ricocheting off of metal could be heard as a couple of men cursed before returning fire.

Check your fire Watts!

Did I hit him?! Tell me I didn't hit him Sarge! Is he moving?!

You could see the hard swallow come from Gibbs as he turned towards the exit, glancing quickly over you before looking away. In that split second, you identified exactly what he was feeling. Panic.

"That's enough Abby," you spoke, making her quickly stop the recording in concern. You looked over at Sloan who was also know focused on Gibbs.

"You alright Gibbs?" she asked tentatively.

He cleared his throat and nodded before heading to leave. "Send the recording to DiNozzo and McGee. Have them identify the voices."

As he walked out, he threw his full cup of coffee away in the trash, confirming that something wasn't right. As Sloan made an attempt to follow him, you stopped her.

"I got it. You stay with Abby."

He had almost managed to escape you through the elevators but you threw your arm in between the doors, causing them to open back up as you slipped in.

As the elevator began it's accent, you watched as Gibbs leaned his head back against the wall, eyes shut, and began breathing a bit heavier than before. Knowing, he would never want anyone to see him like this, you hit the emergency stop button and went over to him.

"Gibbs. It's me, y/n. Can you hear me?"

He didn't answer, but instead turned to face the wall, hands gripping the railing till his knuckles were white. You knew at this point, he was fully immersed in a panic attack and couldn't talk. He was now breathing through his mouth, eyes still shut and you knew if you didn't so something, he was gonna start hyperventilating.

So you squeezed yourself underneath his arms so that it was you between him and the wall and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hear you.

"Jethro, it's me. You're having a panic attack and I need you to slow your breathing for me, alright?"

He shook his head in defiance as his jaw clenched and unclenched.

"Just listen to me. Listen to my voice. You're here with me. We're in the elevator, no one else is here."

You were surprised when he used one arm to wrap around your waist, squeezing you tightly, as the other stayed gripped to the railing.

"I- I can hear them-

Your heart broke at the sound of his voice. He sounded defeated and almost scared, causing you to hold him tighter. Still, you whispered the same words over again, hoping to bring him out of the obvious memory he was reliving.

"You're not there anymore. It's over, you're here now. With me. In the elevator. Bishop is down in the bullpen. Ducky and Palmer are in autopsy. Vance is in his office."

You recited everything to him, describing all the details.

"Just breath with me Jethro. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Keep doing that."

You practiced normal breathing with him until you finally felt some of his body relax. His other hand eventually let go of the railing and joined his other arm to wrap around you. His grip was still tight and his face was buried in the crook of your neck but his breathing was a lot better. Now you began to feel his body start trembling as all the adrenaline was slowly finding ways to leave him.

You knew the worst of it was over and you didn't need to talk anymore, but just hold him and stay with him until he was back in control. You ran your fingers through his hair in the same motion over and over again while making sure to take in deep breaths.

Once you felt his grip loosen and take a step back, you wiped your own tears that had fallen and smiled gently up at him. He quickly wiped his eyes and cleared his throat, obviously somewhat embarrassed about what happened but as he turned to look away from you, you pulled his face towards yours and kissed him.

You heard him sigh into the kiss as he pulled you back into his arms.

"Thank you," he said, moving to nuzzle your neck again.

"Of course. I'll always be there for you Jethro."

The both of you took a few more minutes to pull yourselves together before facing the rest of them team, which you knew were gonna have a lot of questions after Abby filled them in on what happened.

But none of it mattered as you smiled slightly to yourself, feeling closer to Gibbs than ever before.

[percyaugod]

Gluncle Mike AU

Glam Mike AU where Evan and Elizabeth live.

The Afton kids have a strained relationship because Michael sometimes pushed things too far when he was a young and stupid teenager. Once Michael and his friends are stopped just before putting Evan's head in the animatronic's mouth because Elizabeth got their dad things just get worse. Evan and Elizabeth do nothing to defend him as their father kicks Michael out for what tried to do.

It's not until Evan and Elizabeth are in their twenties that they meet again, Michael desperately trying to ask for their help. It's not until he pulls up his shirt that they start to listen.

After some explanations and closer looks at Michael that will haunt their nightmares, they agree to help. Cue several years of them gathering information on the animatronics, finding William, bringing Henry into the mix, and setting a trap. During that time they get closer and become friends before finally being the siblings they always wanted to be.

Which just makes it hurt that much more when Michael says he wants to burn with the others. It's not fair! They just got to know him and now he's leaving!? Making him stay wouldn't be fair either though. His body has been slowly rotting over the years and he's in constant pain, he's tired and deserves to rest more than anyone.

Skip to years later when Evan has a son named Gregory. If Evan didn't know any better he'd think Michael had come back just to make his life difficult again with the trouble this kid gets into. Evan does everything he can to make sure Gregory never had anything to do with the family business or history, but of course that doesn't work out.

Evan wakes up one morning to find a dirty and banged-up Gregory with a Freddy animatronic that somehow looks even worse. Oh, he hopes Uncle Henry still has some pull with the company, because he doesn't want to find out what happens if they get caught with a stolen animatronic. Evan isn't sure if he should be touched his son got attached to the same type that used to be his favorite or freak that the one that nearly bit his head off is walking around on its own.

When Elizabeth finds out she just laughs. Stealing an entire animatronic? If only Michael were here, he'd be so proud. When she finds out about Gregory repeatedly crawling and hiding in Freddy's stomach hatch it doesn't seem funny anymore.

Michael's memories are kind of scrambled between coming back from the dead a second time, this time after being burned, and conflicting with Freddy's AI. So Freddy has no idea how he keeps confusing Gregory for Evan, a literal adult. Whenever Freddy does or says something rude/sarcastic after living with them for a few days Evan scolds Gregory for being a bad influence. Gregory defends himself that starting the fire was Freddy's idea and Evan's brain just stops as he starts to consider something.

[velaryqns]

Can you please do a House fic where Reader and House reconcile after a break up (it’s been a few years)?

Reconciliation

Fandom: House MD

Pairing: Greg House x Reader

Summary: you were already reluctant to accept Cuddy’s request to return to Princeton Plainsboro, your ex boyfriend’s sudden return made it all the worse

Warnings: angst, House being House, past relationship (bad writing on my end, whoops)

Set during season six, but not strictly following the show plot

Your memories of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital hadn’t exactly been the greatest. From people you considered being your friends getting injured, to your relationship with the head diagnostician in the hospital. Cuddy had assured you of his absence, as had Wilson and the rest of his former team.

Former.

Foreman had filled you in on what happened, and you’d honestly felt a bit of hope flutter in your chest when discovering that House had gone to Rehab. But only a bit.

You knew it was only too good to be true when Greg House appeared in your office doorway a few weeks after you had started. You could only stare, and then quickly rose to your feet and crossed the room, “No.”

Before you could hear anything from him, the door shut in his face. You were glad Lisa had provided you with an office with a solid door rather than a glass one. You could see his shadow through the crack of the door by your feet, as well as it shift when he finally walked away.

A sigh of relief passed through your lips, and you shook your head and returned to sitting at your desk. You snatched the phone from its receiver and dialed up Cuddy's office. You sat back in your chair, one arm crossed and your other resting on top of it as the phone rang.

"Doctor Cuddy," Lisa's semi-cheerful tone met your ears, but you were less than cheerful.

"When did he get back?"

"Y/n," Cuddy immediately sounded remorseful as she tried to figure out what to tell you, "I meant to talk to you sooner...it wasn't my intention for you to just find out."

"I don't want to be working with him, Cuddy,"

"Why don't we talk about this in person?"

"Because he's already tried coming into my office and I don't need him catching me in the halls," you muttered in annoyance.

"Please just come to my office, we can talk about it there,"

You were silent, shaking your head before huffed, "Fine."

You put the phone down and rose to your feet, leaving your office and toward Cuddy's office. It's not that you and Greg split on bad terms, they were bad for you anyway. He had made his choices and you made your own, and he ultimately chose to cut off the relationship. And you left Princeton Plainsboro.

Cuddy was already seated at her desk, lost in thought when you walked in. She frowned when she saw you, shaking her head, "I'm so sorry you didn't get a proper warning about House coming back. Wilson thought it wasn't best since you just came back, and right now we value your work more than we can trust his."

"I'm pretty sure I should've known to begin with," you countered, sitting in the chair across from her and folding one leg over the other. You were unimpressed with the reasoning, and excuse, "I won't leave if that's what you're afraid of."

Cuddy's face dropped, shocked and showing she entirely expected you to leave, but you were more mature than the other half of the problem. She waved a hand, "Wow, are you sure? We'd understand completely."

"Letting Gregory House drive me out of my place of work is the last thing I need right now,"

With that, you resumed your work in the hospital. You had a few run-ins with House, but overall it didn't affect your work in the hospital until he could finally corner you in your office one day. You'd been talking to Wilson when House knocked and came in, sending Wilson out and leaving the two of you alone.

"I was getting a consult," you informed him, focusing on anything other than how he watched you and the turtleneck he'd worn.

"Who says I don't need a consult from you?" You looked at him through your lashes, unimpressed as he leaned on his cane, "It's possible."

"I don't want to do this today, House,"

"Yeesh, what happened to 'Greg'?" You shook your head and went back to reading the file for the case you were working on, "Just five minutes."

"I could spend five minutes helping my patients, you could too,"

"And yet you're still sitting here...talking to me,"

You pressed your hands against your face, and sighed, "What do you want?"

"You don't talk to me, you don't look at me, ya know the typical stuff I'd expect from an ex," he waved a hand around, sitting in the chair across from you, "But c'mon, we're coworkers now. You've gotta have a little bit of kindness to share."

"I do," you nod, "When we actually work together for something."

You had a gut feeling as to what he was really after, but you wanted to get back to work as he hummed, "You don't think I've seen you making eyes or anything?"

"I'm not crazy, Greg," He hummed doubtfully and you rolled your eyes, "Please leave."

He did, and a few days later he called you in for a consult. But it was really just him sitting in a clinic room waiting for you. You scoffed when you walked in and shook your head, "I swear you just beg for attention."

"Our soap is on, figured you'd like to join for it," You fell silent, processing his words and looking between him and the small device he'd set up, "I know you want to."

"I want to work," you told him.

"Just come sit with me, and if you still hate me after this, you don't have to talk to me again," he pat the empty chair next to him, holding out a bag of chips with his other hand.

You conceded, walking over to the chair and taking one of the chips, “I don’t hate you.”

He hummed, but was too engrossed in the drama happening on the screen to pay attention to your words. You watched as the drama unfolded, and for a moment everything felt like it had nearly five years ago when you were together.

Almost.

When the episode ended, you were brought back into reality as another started and your pager went off. You left without a word, but for some reason, you missed the feeling you’d had from a few moments earlier.

You went to House’s office at the end of the day, letting yourself in with a knock. He looked up at you, smirking, “Look who’s chasing who now.”

“Shut up,” you shook your head, grinning as you approached his desk, “I just wanted to thank you. It was nice being away from work for a while. Maybe we should do it again.”

“I’ll consider it,” he spoke dismissively, looking down at his paperwork as you smiled and turned away, walking toward the door again, “Maybe at my place this time?”

You turned to see him looking up, a semi-hopeful look on his face. You smiled and nodded your head, “Maybe.”

[livingdreams97]

Eloise Bridgerton - "The Prince" (Part 3)

Eloise Bridgerton x Male reader/oc

Summary: Two people who have never seen each other before, with the same need and desire to be free in different ways. What could come of that when both people meet each other?

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POV You

Just as I had discussed with Eloise that night in the maze. I have been showing my interest towards her in a more noticeable way and she towards me too.

Four days have passed since that night and on each of the days I have gone to the Bridgerton house, had tea and thus could spend more time with Eloise in front of her mother. Of course, I have never appeared empty-handed, because if anything it is etiquette and manners regarding situations like these.

The first day I showed up with a lemon cake, along with a bouquet of Eloise's favorite flowers which were daisies, blue roses and blue dahlias. Also along with a bouquet of violets for her mother. It goes without saying that the matriarch was impressed and Eloise gave me a subtle wink as a sign of success.

The second day I turned up with some cakes and Lady Bridgerton 's favorite sweets. Since having a detail with the mother is always well seen and adds points at all times.

On the third day I was a little more daring, bringing a carrot cake made by myself; with the help of the cook and Eloise 's favorite chocolates.

And today I had decided on a book on the natural sciences and their use in medicine, since my studies had come to light in one of my conversations with Eloise and she had shown an interest. So I thought it was a good idea to give her a basic book on the subject, because she likes to read and I'm sure she'll appreciate it more than the desserts.

While for her mother, I brought her favorite sandwiches so that she can accompany the tea with them.

I knock on the door of the Bridgerton house , making sure my black tailcoat is tied securely, my khaki slacks are wrinkle-free and my tie is tied just right.

I put my hat back on and take a deep breath. The door opens, letting me see the housekeeper of the place and she, recognizing me, allows me to pass.

Before entering the house, I receive the gifts from my coachman and I thank him by entering the site. I follow the woman into the living room, where I immediately see Lady Bridgerton sewing something, Eloise reading a book sitting on the sofa in a tomboyish manner, and the younger members of the family playing chess.

XX: My lady, Prince Y/n of Hanover is here. - she informs her of my arrival and I see how the matriarch gets up from the couch immediately.

Violet: What a pleasure to have you back here.- she walks towards me excitedly, passing by her daughter and giving her a light blow to make her sit good; causing a small amused smile from me.

Y/n: The pleasure is all mine Lady Bridgerton .- I assure her, greeting her with a kiss on her hand. -I hope I was right when i choose them.- I commented, extending the box with the sandwiches .

Violet: It wasn't necessary my lord.- she denies with a small smile receiving the box.

Y/n: Don't tell me my lord Lady Bridgerton, we are not in public and honestly I feel a bit old when it comes to it.- I say with a certain humor. -As long as you calls me by my name, we will be more than fine.- I assure her with a smile.

Violet: Okey Y/n, are you coming to have tea with us? - she asks with some emotion and illusion.

Y/n: If you are so kind as to accept me, then I would like to have tea with you. - I respond politely and without imposing myself.

Violet: I'm going to tell them to prepare it outside, since it's a wonderful day and the garden is beautiful. - she warns and leaves the room with a huge smile.

Gregory: When my sister marries you, will I be a prince too? - he asks running towards me, as soon as his mother disappears and with his sister by his side.

Hyacinth: And can I be a princess? - questions excited. - Because if Gregory can be a prince, I want to be a princess too.- she says confidently, receiving a push from her brother and she returns it.

Gregory: You're a copycat.- he reproaches her and I can't help but think about my absurd and childish fights with my brother when we were just kids.

I watch as they playfully push each other, poking each other and can only look longingly at them. I long for when life was as simple as copying your brother or playing a prank on him to annoy him.

Eloise: Stop fighting and making a fool of yourselfs.- she tells them, separating them by the heads. -Second, like "when my sister marries you"? - she asks his little brother.

Gregory: Mom says you're getting married, because Y/n comes every day for you and because he likes you.- he answers as if it were obvious and that causes me to laugh without being able to avoid it.

Eloise: Mom said that? - asks with a surprised expression.

Hyacinth: She and Lady Danbury have commented on it, they compare you with the work they did with Daphne and the Duke.- the youngest of all responds this time and I can't help but look at the oldest with a raised eyebrow.

Eloise: And what makes you think that I will marry him? - she points at me and I pretend to be offended; causing the children to laugh.

Hyacinth: Because you talk to him for more than a minute and you don't complain about him like you do with the rest of the suitors.- she answers as if it were the most obvious.

Y/n: So you don't complain about me? - I ask with amusement . -It's interesting to know.- I assure her, seeing how she kills me with her eyes.

Violet: We can go outside, they are already organizing the tea.- she warns us happily, entering the room and seeing the four of us standing together. -What are you talking about? - interested question.

Gregory: About how Y/n and Eloise are going to get married and I 'll be a prince.- he answers with total sincerity, causing the matriarch to open her eyes surprised and somewhat curious.

Eloise: Don't pay any attention to them, mother, the dwarves are just saying nonsense and commenting on some unimportant things they've heard.- She brushes the matter off with her hand.

Violet: Okay.- she nods not very convinced. -Let's go out.- she points out and placing her hands on her children's shoulders pushes them out.

I laugh at the attitude of the youngest and the conspiracies of Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton about my possible relationship with Eloise .

Eloise: Are you okay? - she asks me after a few seconds.

Y/n: Yes of course, why wouldn't I be? - I ask somewhat confused, starting to walk out with her.

Eloise: When my brothers have started to fight, you made a sad and somewhat thoughtful face.- she answers me with a small grimace. -And I wanted to know if you were alright.- she comments and I nod with a slight smile.

Y/n: I just remembered what it was like to be his age and fight with my older brother for any trifle.- I answer with a slightly sad face. -But I'm fine.- I assure her with a small smile.

Violet: Y/n and Eloise sit together on that side.- she points to the two free seats at the round table outside.

I take Eloise 's chair out for her to sit in, tucking her in nicely, then I sit to her right and across from the Bridgerton matriarch .

As soon as we sit down, tea and sandwiches along with other sweets are served on the table. And it is at that moment that I remember the book in my hand.

Y/n: Before I forget.- I speak turning to Eloise and stretching her the book. - The other day we talked about my studies and since you showed some interest regarding natural science and its uses in medicine, I have brought you this book for you to read.- I informed her seeing the smile appear on her face.

Eloise: Thank you.- she thanks me by receiving the book and opening it immediately. -There are things written.- she comments confused.

Y/n: It's my book; well it was, now it's yours. - I pointed out a bit nervous. -I asked my father to send it to me, since it is quite interesting and something basic so that you can understand it better.- I comment with a small smile. -What is written are my notes, which I wrote at the time to better understand the concepts and I have believed that this way it would be easier for you to understand everything too. It took me a while to understand everything, but to be honest; You're smarter than me and I'm sure you won't need the notes. But I wanted to make sure and that's why I'm giving you my old book and not a new one. - I explain to her, pointing to the small paragraphs written by hand on some pages.

Eloise: Thank you very much Y/n, it means a lot that you give me this book.- she assures me with a smile, looking into my eyes and I can see how her beautiful blue eyes water slightly.

Y/n: It's nothing, I know how much you appreciate books; I thought you would like and appreciate a book more than another dessert. - I explain somewhat embarrassed, scratching the back of my neck and feeling observed.

I couldn't tear my gaze from Eloise 's, feeling that if I look away from her I'll miss the happiness and excitement that sparkles in her eyes at the gift. And that's something I don't want to miss for the world.

POV Narrator

What he wasn't aware of, and neither was Eloise , was the look that Violet Bridgerton was giving into the interaction between his daughter and the prince. As she watched with a smile full of happiness, her daughter's face lit up at the detail and the prince's own detail towards her daughter.

Her daughter could deny it all she wanted, but she was falling in love with the Prince of Hannover and her eyes or the way she looked at him couldn't hide it. And for the first time, the former viscountess felt calm about the future of her rebellious daughter. Because she had someone who cared and would take proper care of her.

And Violet Bridgerton didn't just see that look on his daughter, She could also look at the look the prince was giving her daughter and the slightly reddish color of his cheeks. She just hopes that she and Lady Danbury are right and that the proposal is close.

Because her daughter had never looked at anyone like she was doing at that moment with Prince Y/n and she didn't want anything or anyone to get in the way of her happiness.

Eloise's POV

I was determined, I was going to accept the proposal and marry Prince Y/n. Sure, if the offer still stood.

After weighing it carefully for almost four days, I have realized that I win much more than I can lose. And not only will I end up winning, but my family and Y/n will also win; so it's the best I can do.

Also, that Y/n is not so bad and every day I am enjoying his presence and company more. The truth is that I never imagined that I would get married, but it was because it went against my ideals and my growth as a human being.

But I know that with Y/n my growth as a human being and as a woman will not be crushed or reduced in any way. The freedom that I would have is also something that has pushed me to accept, since that is something that has made it clear to me and I can do what I want as long as it is not something that puts my "marriage" at risk.

And lastly, Y/n was a nice company and I can have an intellectual discussion with him . Without feeling insulted by my sex and my "few" studies or level of knowledge.

He had been really great to me. My mother, like every day, has not stopped asking the prince questions and talking to him in an animated way. Like my little brothers, who have not stopped asking questions about the crown and royalty like every day.

Leaving little time for me to talk to him and tell him in a hidden way that I accept the proposal.

Just before he leaves, I stop him and look around making sure no one sees us. Once I make sure that my mother is busy with my brothers and they with my mother; I have the green light.

Eloise: I accept.- I tell him directly.

Y/n: Accept what?- he asks a bit confused.

Eloise: You are supposed to have studied and gone to the university.- I reproached him amused, giving him a light blow to the back of the head.

Y/n: That's not a reason to hit me.- he claims, rubbing the affected area.

Eloise: Exaggerated.- I say because of her reaction to the light blow. -But I accept your proposal.- I clarify and after a few seconds he opens his eyes in surprise.

Y/n: Are you serious? - he asks excited and with a certain illusion shining in his precious emerald eyes.

Eloise: I'm not kidding, you don't see how I laugh.- I say sarcastically causing him to laugh.

Y/n: I don't care about your horrible humor.- he downplays it with a smile. -I have to think about how to ask your mother for your hand, in the ring and in the house.- he enumerates and opens his eyes. -Where do you want the house? - he asks me with interest.

Eloise: Near Aubrey Hall, it's my family's country house and I don't want to be far from them, but I don't want to be in the center.- I answer. -In addition to the fact that my family is only here during the social season, then they live at Aubrey Hall for the rest of the year.- I explain and he nods in agreement.

Y/n: Perfect, well I guess I'll be back tomorrow for the I 'll ask your mother for your hand.- He nods according to his own plan.

Eloise: I'm afraid we won't be here tomorrow.- I comment with a grimace and I see how the smile disappears from his face.

Y/n: And why is that? - he asks confused.

Eloise: We're going to Aubrey Hall for the weekend, to bond with the family and spend time together; and blah blah blah.- I downplay any kind of importance.

Violet: What are you two talking about? - she asks appearing out of nowhere and scaring us completely.

Eloise: For God's sake mother, don't appear like that.- I ask with a hand on my chest and feeling the accelerated beating of my heart.

Violet: Sorry dear, I didn't know you were so engrossed in your conversation and that you hadn't seen me.- she apologized with an amused smile for my reaction.

Y/n: It's okay, the scares help keep the heart beating.- he says with an amused smile.

Violet: So? What were you talking about? - she returns to question too interested from my point of view.

Eloise: About the fact that tomorrow we're going to Aubrey Hall and that we'll spend the weekend there, so we won't be here for the prince Y/n to come for tea.- I answer my mother and see how the gears of her head begin to move.

Violet: Maybe Y/n can join us and be our guest this weekend.- she offers and it doesn't seem like a bad idea to me.

Y/n: I don't want to impose myself on your family weekend.- he denies with a small smile.

Violet: Don't say nonsense, you don't impose yourself and I'm also inviting you.- she assures him happily. -In addition, the Sharmas and Lady Danbury will also accompany us for another year. In fact, I'm surprised that Lady Danbury hasn't told you anything.- she says a little confused and thoughtful.

Y/n: It will be because of Edwina and her possible relationship with my cousin Friederich .- he comments a bit insecure. -From what I know, they spend a lot of time together and since my aunt can't be supervising all the time, it's Lady Danbury's turn to be watching.- he shrugged at the information.

Violet: Then we'll see each other tomorrow at Aubrey Hall.- she assures Y/n. -Let's go out, so I tell one of my drivers to give directions on how to get to your coachman.- she says threading her arm through the prince's and pulling him towards the entrance of the house.

I just laugh, when he looks at me over his shoulder with a face between surprise and amusement at my mother's attitude.

I shake my head and sigh calmly, knowing that many of my problems will be solved as soon as Y/n asks my mother for my hand. And the rest of my problems will be solved when the prince and I give each other the "yes, I want".

Because something is clear to me, if my mother believes that Y/n is going to ask me to marry him and that we are in love; the rest of the world will believe it too. Because if there is something that my mother is in this life: she is insightful.

None of my brothers have been able to deceive our mother, since she always knew when something did not quite fit and we hid something. So if Lady Danbury is being talked to about my possible marriage to the prince; it means that she believed it.

POV You

As soon as I get to the palace after being at the Bridgerton house , I head towards the tea room and where I'm sure my aunt is.

Now that Eloise has accepted the proposal to marry me, I have to start organizing the proposal and I need my aunt for it. I know that Eloise is not her favorite person after the last season, since at first she was sure it was Lady Whistledown and then she dismissed it; when her political position came to light.

Y/n: Aunt.- I greeted entering the room and making a reference. -I have to talk to you in private.- I ask and I see how she nods giving her servants a look.

Charlotte: Sit down dear.- she asks me pointing to the hole next to her on the sofa . -Tell me what do you want to talk about ? - she asks me interested when I sit next to her.

Y/n: You know that I have come to London with one intention, which is to fall in love and marry a woman from high society, right? - I ask a little nervous, because my aunt is the key to making everything believable and if she doesn't accept my engagement; neither will my father.

Charlotte: I am aware of this and that is why I put Lady Danbury as your supervisor, so that you could be successful in this first season. - she nods with a serious face.

Y/n: Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, aunt.- I point out the interest in her eyes. -I have found the person I want to marry and I want to have your blessing to ask for her mother's hand.- I comment with all the confidence in the world.

Charlotte: So soon? - clearly surprised question. -We've barely been in the season for three weeks.- she says, somewhat impressed.

Y/n: I know, but I can't explain what I feel when I see her or when I'm with her aunt.- I start to say to make it sound credible. -Besides that you have always told me that love does not have a predestined time.- I remind her with a small smile.

Charlotte: Are you sure dear? - she asks me and I just nod. -Do you love her? - she asks staring into my eyes and I stay for a few seconds thinking.

Y/n: Yes.- I answer without taking my eyes off his, trying to look sincere and credible.

Charlotte: Then I give you my permission.- she nods with a huge smile. -And can you tell who is the lucky one? - she questions interested.

Y/n: Eloise  Bridgerton, aunt.- I answer confidently and I see the surprise and a hint of annoyance appear on her face.

Charlotte: No.- she denies immediately.

Y/n: Aunt please, I love her and I want to marry her.- I ask, grabbing one of her hands and looking at her with pity.

Charlotte: Can't you choose someone else? Someone who doesn't hang out with political radicals? - she asks in the form of a complaint.

Y/n: She's not a radical girl, she's intelligent and has something on her mind besides the pianoforte.- I defend her without thinking. -The hours fly by when I talk to her, I feel comfortable and I feel that she really wants to be with me because of who I am; and not for being the prince aunt.- I say honestly.

Charlotte: And I'm glad you feel that way about someone dear nephew. But couldn't it be anyone else? - she asks in surrender and I smiled knowing what it means.

Y/n: I'm sorry aunt, but she's the right one for me and I'm sure that if you meet her you'll like her too.- I assure her smiling and seeing how a slight smile appears on her face.

Charlotte: I'll accept her because for me you're like a son and if she makes you happy I can't oppose it.- she finally accepts and I jump on her to hug her.

Y/n: Thanks aunt, you don't know how much this means to me.- I tell her when we parted from the hug.

Charlotte: And how do you plan to ask for her hand? - question interested and excited by the event.

Y/n: Lady Bridgerton has invited me to spend the weekend with them and Lady Danbury at Aubrey Hall; and tomorrow when I arrives I'll ask for her daughter's hand and if she accepts I'll ask her after dinner. - I reply a bit nervous, due to the possibility that she refuses and the plan is spoiled.

Charlotte: And you already have the ring? - she ask and I deny. -Well, come with me dear.- she asks me getting up and I walk next to her.

We walk towards her dressing room, where there is a table full of precious stones on a table in the center and as soon as we stop in front of her she opens a box in the center.

When she opens the box, I widen my eyes to see what's inside and look at her in astonishment.

Charlotte: This was one of the first rings that King George gave me as a gift.- she comments showing me the ring. -The king discovered that emeralds were my favorite stone and he thought it would be a good gift for me; and he was right.- she tells me looking at the ring with a certain sadness and affection.

Y/n: It's beautiful aunt.- I compliment seeing the brilliant stones of the ring.

Charlotte: It has a lot of meaning to me and that's why I want you to have it.- she tells me, offering me the box.

Y/n: No, aunt, as you think, I can't accept something so important and with so much emotional value.- I deny immediately.

Charlotte: I insist.- she says pushing the box in my hands. -I want you to ask that girl to marry me with my ring, for me you are my son and I want this ring to pass into your hands.- she explains and I nod, looking at the ring more carefully .

Y/n: It really is precious. - I whisper, looking hypnotized at the great emerald in the ring.

Charlotte: And valuable, that's why I want you to ask her to marry you with that ring and pass it on from generation to generation.- she assures me and I nod safely.

Y/n: Thank you very much aunt.- I thank her again and hug her again; immediately being wrapped in her arms in an almost maternal way.

Charlotte: I am very proud of you my little one and of how much you have matured; your mother would be proud too. - she whispered safely against my ear and I can't help but tighten the hug feeling the itch in my eyes.

I'm sure you wouldn't be so proud if you knew the truth and the reason for my marriage. She always defended love and from the first day she told me to marry for love. That I would never marry for any other reason than love and here I am, marrying by agreement with my father.

Y/n: Thank you.- I whisper feeling the guilt invade me.

Charlotte: Also, I understand that that girl also likes emeralds.- she assures me amused when we part from the embrace.

Y/n: Let's hope for the best.- I comment amused and looking again at the ring in my hands.

Now all I have to do is pack for this weekend and have Lady Bridgerton accept my marriage proposal to Eloise. I just hope everything goes well.

[mikodrawnnarratives]

TW IMPLIED CHARACTER DEATH

TW BLOOD

(Just like last time, it isn't really graphic but I'm tagging just so you know)

@naffeclipse

Part 1 | This is Part Two | Part Three | Extra

It. Probably won't need a part 4

I'm doing this all on one cps file so I sure hope so kjlfdkfljs

i'm at like- 750+ layers i'm so sorry my file

...there might be a part 4 but it'll be small sketches and aftermaths

Once again, long post under the cut:

I am not the only traveler, who has not repaid his debt.

I've been searching for a trail to follow again

Take me back to the night we met

- The night we met by Lord Hurdon

Alright, I didn't make too much of an effort to hide it but how many of you guessed it was gregory and how many of you didn't see it coming?

Gee I wonder who Gregory's companions are

Okay if you don't have a nugget of who these companions are then my rambling below makes it a little more obvious

Anyway, this little comic of self indulgence to mend my broken heart says "YO what if Gregory and other characters saved Vanessa like they did in canon"

It certainly would NOT be easy for Vanessa once she wakes up to that realization. But there are factors that make it a little bit easier for Vanessa to cope compared to other children.

Since Gregory and others proved they could fight and free her as Vanny, it gives her mind a little reassurance that they aren't completely helpless.

Plus, I like the idea of the GGY story (Dr Rabbit) existing as this au's equivalent of the same experience, that would mean Gregory has had his own bad experiences with Glitchtrap and so it wouldn't be like some random kid going against a threat he was unfamiliar with

She still distances herself a lot earlier on and the more time passes, the older Gregory gets, the less he looks and sounds like a kid.

Those make it much easier for Vanessa to stand being around them as time goes by. Earlier on, she only really interacted when absolutely necessary. But she did grow a small soft spot for them.

She remained pretty closed off about herself over the years and never delved too deep about her past. Ness left frequently for her own hunting jobs and at one point Gregory asked where she went. Somethings made it seem like these hunts weren't just random and different

He didn't get an answer of course. But later that day, Vanessa told him about Y/n. In vague terms. This is the most information he ever gets about Vanessa's past.

So Gregory's got no idea who to expect to see showing up to the gravestone ltr on and is just like

Gregory: cool, ur mysterious enough for it to be believable ur related to my mysterious older sister/mentor figure Wanna hear a story

Y/n: ...yes.

Forgive him his brain is ever so foggy from grief and no slep

Anyway, Y/n picked a day to visit Vanessa when they knew they were stable enough not to lash out and attack any humans that may happen to also be visiting the graves. They had eaten pretty recently but not so recent that they were vulnerable.

It's pretty early in the morning where it is still dark and the rain provides some more protection.

If you couldn't tell before, many MANY years have passed since Y/n has been human. Think somewhere between 20-30 years. And while, they still hate who they are now and aren't mentally okay, they've gotten a semi-solid understanding of their limits and what they can and cannot tolerate and when.

And, even though they are nervous, they can manage to have this conversation with Gregory for now.

Why are they talking to Gregory so willingly? despite the risks?

well

the next part will explain that

[factual-fantasy]

25 asks! :00 Thank you! :}} 💖

I would like to yeah :0 for now I'm just kind'a goofin around and drawing whatever. Also thank you!! :DD I'm glad you like it! :}}}

I don't think kid Gregory and Vanessa would realize that the other is a younger version of the guard that's pursuing them.. They would just think they have the same name.

What would be confusing though is who went into who's world. If Little Vanessa went to little Gregory's world, she would be so confused. "Where's Bonnie and Foxy? Why do Roxy and Monty look so different..? Why does the entire BUILDING look different..??"

For adult Gregory going into the kid Gregory's world.. it'd be the same thing. "Why is the building so different and where is Bonnie and Foxy?... Also why is there this random gal that has on a security uniform and why is she in my office-"

Thank you! Happy new year to you as well!! 🎉🥳🎊

YOOOO THAT'D BE SICK!! :DDD Also I love all the puns XDD

Yeah, that post is outdated and should not be followed. My pinned post has all the up to date information. 👍

(Also thank you! :D)

That's a thing?? Man. I'm not sure what to think. I was never super into Bendy.. I guess I just hope that the fans get what they're hoping for? <:D

Or at the very least I hope that the people who made Bendy have the freedom to put what ever they want into the movie. :}

Thank you so much! :DD As for my favorite character from my AU specifically? I'd say its a tough pick between Freddy and Foxy.. I thiiiiink I'll pick Freddy XD I just love him man 🥺

@skeletormasterofevil

N-No.. she was so young...💔

@underfalls-36

XDDD That's hilarious, also thANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD

Calico Jack? I don't think so.. scurvy is caused by a severe vitamin-C deficiency. And sailors usually got it becuase they didn't have fruits and vegetables on the ship.. But it looks like Calico Jack has gotten shipwrecked quite a few times in his life. I imagine he's been stranded on islands for a few weeks at a time where he ate nothing but fruits, Veggies and fish. Not to mention his time in the Amazon where he likely had access to all kinds of fruits.

Natquik though? Its possible.. out in the Antarctic his diet was probably mostly fish.. although it seems that real arctic fox diets don't really demand many fruits and veggies.. Still, Natquik seems more likely to have contracted scurvy at one point then Calico Jack :(

:DDD THANK YOU! And boy do I have a lot of that XD

I do have many theories/headcannons yes!.. Although I think I'll keep those tucked away in my brain for now- :x

@citrusfruitman

(Post in question)

XDD I sat on the first ask for a while because I was intending to draw something for it. But I'm realizing now that I might not ever draw it so--

What was going on in that drawing is an evil Undyne threw a spear at the group while they were passing by. Seam was struck in the head by it and was killed.. hence the blood splatter on her face. (My darkeners bleed)

BUT ITS OKAY! Through some uh... very dark methods- Frisk was able to reset to a few moments before and pull Seam out of the way. Then she got into a brawl with the evil Undyne no doubt <XD

I have, and uh, I'm not so sure about the whole "in character" thing.. or at least its not the character I imagined Fazbear Entertainment would be- <XD

It just means they're both rough and tough and their hands get beat up a lot. Kwazii gets them beat from scraping them on stuff and dealing with dangerous creatures while on missions. And Calico Jack gets them from scraping them on stuff and.. dealing with dangerous creatures while on adventures XDD

@spinelfan11

XDD I have now! What an odd specimen..

(Also thank you! :DDD)

@milk-powrit

Its hard to explain exactly why I don't like them.. But I don't like them-

I guess it feels kind'a.. mary sue-ish..? If that makes sense? Or at least having all these sans' that act nothing like the original sans is kind'a off putting? I guess? Not to mention loads of them are shipped together- uhg idk- Its hard to explain but I don't vibe with them personally. So I didn't add them to my au :/

@abaroo

OOOO THAT'S A GOOD IDEA!! :000 I like how it creates a spin on Grillby and River. While Jevil intentionally grabbed Grillby's hand and saved him, and River was dragged along by mistake.. Frisk CHOSE to follow Jevil, it wasn't his doing at all this time. That's a really cool thing to experiment with!

I'll have to look into this idea, thank you for sharing! And thank you for the complements! AND happy new year to you too! XDD

@the-great-bonkings

XDD For receiving hugs? I'd say he's about a 11/10 sometimes, maybe a 6/10 other times. Its harder to hug him comfortably if you're significantly shorter/smaller than he is. But if ur the right size his hugs will just fix all your problems 🥺

As for giving hugs? It might be about the same. But I can see him giving them out only to people he's really close to. Otherwise a tender yet professional hand on the shoulder seems more his style.

XD And I see the prompt there, perhaps I'll have to draw that sometime!

@tanileaf

YOU LIKE? :DDD THANK YOU! I'M SO GLAD!

Aww shucks 😊 Thank you!

@khoiazo

Whaaaat?? Nooo Its not traumaaa,,🥺 its character development!😇

TRUEEEEE

I do! I'll have to post more about them sometime-- 👀👀

@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson

WAAAA THANK YIOU SO MUCH!!! IM SO GLAD YOUY LIKE MY OCTONAUTS SILLIES 💖💖😭💖

[callsigndragon]

Seeing Red | Ch. 50: Gone ✍️📲

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: THE MOLE IS REVEALED. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGST AND FLUFFFFFFFFF. mentions of pregnancy, Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo (he deserves his own warning) a bit of jealousy and... big ASS DRAMA AT THE END.

A/N: Am I sorry? Not really. Hope you enjoy the pain :)

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Jake leaves the phone on the table and looks around, searching for any familiar faces from his childhood or maybe an unfamiliar one that shouldn't be here at the moment. 

Gregory always said that you should rely on the same people to take care of the "delicate matters”. That meant that you couldn't just go around hiring people to follow your target. It's troublesome. If someone went to follow him, Jake would know. There's only one guy who would do such a job in his father's name. 

Nobody knew his real name, but they called him Vlad. He wasn't Russian, nor did he look like one, but Jake never asked about the meaning behind it. He couldn’t care less. Vlad had a terrible scar on his left eye, but by some miracle, he wasn't blind. If that guy was around, he would know. Jake's worst fear was turning around one day and seeing Vlad standing behind him. He was his father's left hand. 

But Vlad wasn't here. 

"Jake?" Mickey asks, following his eyes around the bar.

"Someone's listening to our conversation." 

"Man, the only other person here except the Daggers is Joe, and he's in his late 60s." 

Jake looks at Mickey, scanning his face. "Then who told my father that we were talking about all the food we had on the Fourth of July?" Jake whispers, not wanting to reveal to whoever is listening what he knows.

Mickey frowns, searching around the table and napkin dispenser. He presses a finger to his lips and looks under the wooden surface. He’s looking for a microphone. This is their designated table, the one that Penny always reserves for them. It could be easy to just leave a microphone somewhere and hear everything the group says. 

But there's nothing. 

"Hey hermano, can I take your phone for a sec? Mine just died." 

"Sure, go ahead." Jake unlocks it and hands it to him, with Mickey wasting no time in looking around his apps as if he were looking for something. "Man, how many kid apps do you have?" 

"Red has even more. I only have…" Jake takes a moment to count in his mind. "Four." 

"Well, it makes sense that you have so many." But Mickey’s words don't match his expression, as he raises his hand, palm open and fingers spread, and vocalizes 'five'. 

There's an app that shouldn't be there. Jake takes the phone and looks at it. No, he doesn't remember getting that app. Jake shakes his head, and Mickey takes the phone back, dropping it inside his own beer mug. He takes Jake by the arm and goes to the bar.

"They were listening to you." Mickey informs, looking at his own phone to check for any unknown apps. 

"Can an app have access to all my phone's data?" 

"Yeah, texts, calls, emails, and photos—and some of them can listen to you the whole time. Did you have problems with the battery?" 

Jake blinks, realizing that the reason his phone is always running low on battery isn't because it's old, but because this damned app is working all the time. "Yeah, I did." 

"Now you know why." 

"But how did that app get onto my phone?" 

"Someone with skills who knows your phone number can download it remotely on your phone." 

"I change my phone number regularly so he doesn't find me," Jake points out, a rule he followed for the last twenty years of his life. 

"He texted you in Hawaii, Jake. He had your phone number." Mickey recalls, running a hand through his hair, closing his eyes. "Shit, they know Liam's schedule." 

"What?" 

"It was on the group chat. They know." 

"Who has Liam now?" Jake pats his pockets, looking for his car keys. 

"Nat and Ames are here, Penny is working so… Mav." Liam is not safe, nor is Mav either.

"I need to go. Where's Red?" Just as he finishes his question, he sees you coming out of the bathroom, followed by the other two girls. "Red, come on, we need to leave." 

You look at him with wide eyes, and your voice trembles when you speak. "W-why, what's happening?"

"Jake had a parental control app installed on his phone that he didn’t download. It was spyware." 

"Holy shit. They've been listening?" Ames asks, looking at her own phone to see if there's any app that shouldn't be there.

"Liam's schedule." You say, grabbing Jake's arm. "We need to leave, now." 

Both of you run to Jake's car, while you unlock your phone to check if you also have an app that shouldn't be there. Nothing is out of place. 

"How did you find out?" You ask once the two of you are on the road. 

"Gregory texted me talking about the amount of food we ate on the Fourth of July." 

"Son of a bitch." 

"I'm sorry, sweets. This is all my fault." 

"Jake Seresin, if you apologize one more time for something that is not your fault, I will punch you." 

"Please, don't. You have a serious right hook." 

You get to Mav's in no time; the pilot and the kid are playing with the dogs in the living room. You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding. He’s okay. Your baby is okay. 

"It's too soon for you to come get Liam, did something happen?" Mav asks, getting up from the floor and dusting off his pants. 

"There was an app on my phone listening to everything."

"Okay… I'll delete you from every group chat before we start planning Liam's schedule again." Mav says, grabbing his phone. You look at Liam, who is lying on the floor with Milo’s head over his tummy. Milo is like the brother Liam doesn’t have. Yet. 

You try not to touch your belly because you don't want anyone else to discover that you're pregnant. Things are hard enough as they are.

“I’m gonna call a friend.” You say, knowing that maybe you should have done this before, but there was already an NCIS agent taking care of the case, so you didn’t think it was necessary. 

“Do you think someone can help us?” Jake puts his hand on your lower back and presses his lips to your temple as he murmurs. “I just want this whole mess to end.” 

“Don’t worry. He’s the best.” 

“Okay, what’s happening?” Jake asks, closing the oven door after putting the pizza inside. 

You blink, looking at him with a surprised expression. You drop the t-shirt you've been folding, and push Liam’s backpack to the side. He’s going to stay a few days with Penny and Mav while you and Jake help DiNozzo and McGee solve this fucking drama. “What do you mean?” 

“You’ve been awfully quiet since we came back home, Red.” 

Yeah, you have. You keep thinking about whether you should tell him about the baby or not. If you do, Jake will try to leave you out of this. Maybe he will leave again to protect you. And you can't afford that. 

You sigh, looking down. "It's nothing, really. I was just thinking about everything he might have heard through your phone." 

He closes the distance between you two, his calloused fingers lifting your chin. "There's more than that. You can't lie to me, Red." 

You close your eyes and take a shaky breath, silently telling him that something is bothering you. “It’s too soon, I haven’t gone to the doctor yet. I need to check if everything is okay, and then...”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Jake holds your face between his hands, kissing your forehead. “Breathe, sweets. Why do you need to go to the doctor? Are you sick?” 

You shake your head, hot tears fall on the tips of his thumbs. You can’t lie to him. He missed every day of your first pregnancy. He needs to know. He deserves to know that there’s someone more worth fighting for. 

“You’re scaring me.” He mutters, his voice thick and hoarse. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

“Pregnant.” He repeats, and you open your eyes, and you can see in him a mirror of your own emotions. Scared and excited in equal parts. “You’re pregnant.” 

“Yes.” 

He laughs, his eyes welling up with tears as he gazes at your stomach. “We’re gonna have another baby.” 

“Yes.” You start laughing with him, wiping his tears away. “Ames says that your aiming skills are legendary.” 

Jakes snorts, hugging you tightly. “Hawaii, right?” 

You nod, inhaling his perfume. There’s no safer place at this moment than in his arms. “Everyone was right; we made a baby on our honeymoon.”

He kisses your lips softly and kneels down, his hands on your hips. “Hi, princess. I can’t wait to meet you.” 

You run your fingers through his locks, chuckling. “You don’t know if it’s gonna be a girl.” 

“Shhhh, don’t listen to mama. Of course you are a sweet princess.” He says, lifting your t-shirt and kissing your stomach. “Now you gotta be a good girl and stay there for the next eight months.” 

“I still have to go to the doctor, you know.” 

“We’ll go tomorrow.” He gets up from the floor, kissing you passionately. His right hand caressing your belly. “We’re having another baby, oh my god.” 

“Let’s wait a bit until we tell Liam. I want to make sure that the baby is okay.” He nods, grinning like he just won the lottery. He walks to the oven, his movements looking more like dance moves than actual steps. He’s gleaming with joy. How can someone look so cute while taking a pizza out of the oven? “You look like a kid who just got new toys.” 

"I have a new baby; of course I'm excited." 

A knock on the door pulls you out of your bubble. Liam looks at you, and you signal him to come with you, Milo following the kid. Jake moves to the door slowly, and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. The doorbell rings, and you grab the nearest thing, which happens to be a pan, ready to hit whoever walks through that door. 

“Red? It’s me, DiNozzo.” A muffled male voice says from the other side of the door. 

“Jesus, Tony.” You open the door and see the brunette standing in front of you. McGee is right behind him with an awkward smile. You nod in his direction with a tight smile of your own. Maybe you should have told Jake that you and McGee had something in the past. “Hey McGee.” 

“Red.” He nods. Yeah, things are still a bit awkward. 

“I didn’t expect you for another hour.” You mutter, moving to the side so they can enter. 

“When you told me that your kid was in danger, I got on the first plane I could. That’s what cousins are for, right?” 

Jake looks at you with a frown. “He’s your cousin?” 

“Not really. His father and my father were cousins.” You explain, feeling Liam’s hand on your leg. You look down, smiling at your son. “Hey baby, can you say hi to these gentlemen?” 

“Hello, I’m Liam.” He mutters, making Tony kneel down and offer his hand to the kid. 

“Hello, Liam. My name is Tony. And this guy here is Timmy.” 

“Hi, Tony. Hi, Timmy” Liam waves, and McGee’s expression softens immediately. Yeah, nobody can resist Liam’s cuteness. 

“Bubs, can you go give Milo some water? I think he’s thirsty.” Jake says, brushing Liam’s blonde locks out of his face. 

“Milo you want water?” Liam asks the dog, who just barks, and they both leave to get some water. 

“Well, now we can talk.” Jake says, signaling the couch. “Please sit down. I’m Jake, Red’s husband.” 

“I would have loved to meet you under better circumstances, but...” Tony sits on the couch, patting the seat next to him, and looks at McGee. “Guess this will have to do for now.”

“Well, tell us all you know. We’ve read Walters’ report, so we know the important info. Jake is Jacob St. James, the heir that ran away when he was 17, Gregory planned James Seresin’s murder…” DiNozzo lists all the important events of the case, looking at the two of you and waiting, in case you want to add something. 

“He had someone following Red’s every step for three years.” Jake says while sitting next to you.

“You have proof?” 

“He sent me pictures. But... he apparently had spyware installed on my phone. Could have erased everything by now.” 

“Where’s the phone?” McGee asks, getting his laptop out of his bag. He starts typing something with one hand, the other one extended in Jake's direction, palm facing up. 

You get up, and get a zip-top plastic bag from the counter. It’s filled with rice and Jake’s phone. You place the bag in his hand, prompting the blonde agent to raise an eyebrow. “Our friend dropped it inside a beer mug.” 

“You could’ve turned it off.” DiNozzo says, poking the bag. 

“No, Tony. It doesn’t work like that. Once the spyware is installed on the phone, it can work even when the phone is turned off.”

“Okay, McGoogle. Thanks for the info.” He pats McGee’s back and turns to the both of you. "Well, he's been listening. Anything else?" 

"Someone followed us on our honeymoon and sent a photo to our boss. He wanted to kick one of us out. My guess is that he wanted Jake to be left alone here, but Admiral Kazansky offered me an instructor position and we’re allowed to be together this way.” You explain, playing with your wedding band, a habit you have picked up again during this last month. 

“Have you been directly threatened by him?” McGee questions, this time looking directly at you. 

Jake coughs, not liking the stares that McNerd is giving you. “He told me he was giving me a last chance.” 

“When?” 

“This afternoon.” 

“Then we must work quickly. He might act very soon.” Tony gets up from the couch and grabs his bag. “Do you have a place where we can stay?” 

“We don’t have room here, and the couches are small…” You look at Jake, an idea popping in your mind. “Hey, you still have your house keys, right?” 

“Yeah, legally I still live there because we’re not married, you know.” He stands up, walking to the little table where you two leave your keys once you enter the house, and grabs his keys. “Come, guys. I’ll show you where it is. It’s only three blocks away.”

McGee gathers his things, giving Tony the bag of rice. There’s something comical about the way he looks at the bag. 

“Red.” Jake calls out for you, nodding towards the kitchen. You follow him, ignoring the little voice in the back of your mind that is telling you that he shouldn’t leave the house. Not now. “So… why is this guy looking at you like he came out of Bridgerton and he couldn’t believe that the love of his life got married to another man?” 

“Are you comparing McGee to Anthony Bridgerton?” You snort, covering your mouth to not laugh. 

“I don’t know, it’s just weird. Did something happened between you two?” 

The small, tremulous tone of his voice tells you more than his words. “It was before I met you, and it didn’t work out. He was in Washington, I was deployed all the time…” 

“So there’s no feelings left?” 

You grab his hand, your thumb caressing the warm platinum band in his ring finger. “Jacob, I will crawl to the end of the world to be with you if I had to. There won’t be anyone else. Ever.” 

“I’m the only one who crawls here, love. Queens don’t do that.” He smirks, pulling you close by the belt loops of your pants to kiss you. “Imma get those two to my house. I’ll see you in a bit.” 

“Be careful, okay? I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You mutter, your eyes traveling all over his face, as if it were the last time you’ll be able to do it. 

“I’ll be three blocks away. Nothing will happen. I promise.” He kisses your cheek and pats Liam’s head, before getting out of the house with McGee and DiNozzo. 

It only takes the group of men a few minutes to get to the house. Jake helps McGee with his bags, carrying them to the door. 

“Are you sure you can prove that he’s behind all this?” Jake finally asks the question he’s been having in his head all day since you told him that you were calling a friend. 

“Walters managed to get a lot of information about your grandpa’s case, he has proof that the accident was planned, but he didn’t manage to get anything that pointed in his direction. I mean, Gregory planned a big funeral for him.” DiNozzo says, explaining the difficulties of the case. They don’t have witnesses, or a direct link with Gregory or SJAC. 

“What if I made him confess?” Jake’s suggestion makes both agents freeze in their tracks. 

“You want to meet him?” McGee implies, shaking his head. “We came here to protect you, not to allow you to put yourself in danger.” 

“I have a family to protect. I could go to his house, trick him into thinking that I’m going back with him, and make him confess everything. I’ll wear a mic. It’s the best plan.” Jake assures them, groaning at the way both agents mutter a resounding no to his plan. “It’s the only way, and you know it.” 

“We’ll find a plan that doesn’t involve my cousin being left without a husband. Now, can you please open up the door?” 

“Sometimes you have to take risks.” Jake opens the door, lighting the house, and leads them to the main bedroom. “This one has a big bed. The other one is small. Liam’s size. So you’ll have to share this one.” 

“Not again.” McGee mutters, dropping his bags on the bed. “Thanks for letting us stay here.” 

“It’s the least I can do. Come home for breakfast tomorrow, there’s no food in here.” Jake offers, patting DiNozzo’s back. “Let me check if the fridge still works; it was giving me a hard time before I moved to Red’s house.” 

Jake walks to the kitchen, thinking about the cold pizza that’s waiting for him when he gets back home. He sighs—maybe it’s not too late to order some takeout. Something catches Jake’s eye. The backdoor of the house is open. And there’s a black box on the counter.

That shouldn’t be there. 

“Guys?” Jake calls them, and Tony appears behind him, gun in hand, looking everywhere. 

“What happens?” 

“That box shouldn’t be there.” Jake looks at it. It’s too small to have an explosive, smaller than a phone. The biggest thing it could fit would be a pendrive. Jake grabs the box with shaky hands, opening it slowly. 

Jake starts running before the box can hit the floor. McGee kneels, grabbing the object that fell from the black box. 

It’s a chess piece. 

A red queen. 

Jake runs faster than he’s ever done it in his life. There’s no time to get the car, and he doesn’t even have the keys. He decided to leave his own car at home and make the small trip in DiNozzo's. 

He should have listened to you. You had a bad feeling. You somehow knew that this was the opportunity Gregory had been waiting for. He had been waiting until one of you found a solution to all your problems, giving the two of you a false sense of hope and making you feel that everything was going to end soon, just so he could take everything away from Jake. 

How could he have been so stupid? 

He trips on his own feet, almost falling to the floor, but he stops the fall with his hands, getting up quickly. His lungs are screaming at him to stop running, twinges of pain leaving him breathless, begging him to stop and catch some air, but he can’t. That red queen pointed at you, and if something happens to you, he won’t forgive himself. 

He can’t lose you and his little girl. 

He can’t. 

Jake finally sees his home, the lights are turned off, and that scares him. He pulls out the.38 Special revolver he'd been carrying on his ankle for the past month and takes a few deep breaths to relax before entering the house. 

He wants to call out for you, but that’s a rookie mistake. He can’t make his presence known. 

Milo emerges from Liam's room, limping and grunting at Jake until the animal realizes it's not an intruder, but his owner. Jake crouches and pats the dog’s side, feeling him. The dog whines when Jake’s fingers touch a certain spot. Someone has kicked Milo. 

That’s when Jake notices your unconscious body lying on the floor. 

No. No. No. No. No.

“Red?” He holds your body in his arms, looking around to see any wounds, any signs of blood, or anything else. “Babe, come on, wake up. Wake up, please.” 

You grunt, opening your eyes slowly until you focus on him, and then your eyes open wide in pure terror. “Liam.” You whisper, getting up from the floor and running to his room while holding the back of your head in pain. 

But there’s no one in his room. 

Your baby is not there. 

He’s gone.

[angelmarie]

Do you have any headcanons for Shingou/Gregfred? (I recently got into this ship and there is not nearly enough content of them sadly)

Ooooo shingou, lemme see. Shingou can go in two ways- enemies to lovers that becomes a genuine relationship, or just the most toxic thing you’ve ever seen lmao. I’ll do soft shingou hcs since that’s what I like the best. This of course would be a no dl-6 au

-How it started-

since it starts as an enemies to lovers scenario, initially things are rocky. Their frustration and confused attraction to one another eventually came to a point one day when Gregory confronted him in Manfred’s office…which lead to sudden ✨hate sex✨

this trend continued to happen until Gregory eventually beat Manfred in court. Needless to say this left Manfred distraught, leading him to take his first vacation ever (as opposed to taking a vacation bc of the bullet in his shoulder lol)

the only person who cared about Manfred’s disappearance was Gregory. He would relentlessly try to contact Manfred, going to his house and asking Manfred to let him in. Manfred would never answer….which lead to Gregory breaking into his house…which did not end well.

regardless, Gregory was able to finally talk to Manfred in an attempt to understand what the hell was wrong. And Manfred (being a dumbass) literally can not comprehend why Gregory even cares. He was able to defeat the god of prosecutors, why would he even care Manfred’s well being? Bc he likes you dummy. That’s why.

Gregory continued to visit Manfred after this, and Manfred started letting him in- mostly to prevent Gregory from breaking in again. Their relationship slowly became more stable from there.

Gregory was the first to state his affections. Manfred obviously felt the same way but you couldn’t torture that information out of him.

If Manfred would eventually return to court, it would be to Gregory’s dismay. Greg being the rational one in the relationship understands that Manfred continuing to be a prosecutor isn’t healthy, both bc of the expectations he puts on himself and the expectations that the entire Los Angeles court district puts on him. But at the end of the day, he can’t force Manfred to quit, so it would have to be an on going in-work-progress to change Manfred’s perspective. Gregory would be making him take his normal pills that’s for damn sure.

Buuuuut if I’m going to be self-indulgent here, Manfred would retire. I know it’s unrealistic since this man is married to court and you could not rip court from his cold dead hands. But still, I absolutely love the idea of Manfred realizing just how fucking tired he is once he’s with Gregory, and how pointless it was to be so consumed with hating Gregory for years. And who better to settle down with than the man strong enough to best him in court. It would take some time to get used to since he hasn’t stopped working the past 40 years of his life, but eventually he’d learn to put his trust into Gregory. Greg is more than happy to do all the work so that manfred can finally relax.

Like I said I know it’s unrealistic, I’m just such a sucker for the idea of male-wife manfred, but no one has ever thought of making content for it and I’m the only one who wants it, so I’m just suffering alone with it in my head 😔

That’s basically the gist of it! I have other small unrelated miscellaneous hcs but I don’t want to make this too long and I’m running out of energy juice. I hope this was ok ;-; I love shingou but gantfred is definitely more my forte, so I can’t help but feel a little self-conscious whenever I throw out ideas for other ships.

This was fun though! Maybe I should do some ship ask memes in the future. Probably not a good time for me to do rn tho bc I’ll procrastinate on writing my current fic I’m writing if I do lol.

Have a great rest of your day! 💐

[kikiofthevast]

Like Father, Like Son

Or: Gregory Mann-Coolatta experiences the ordeal of parenting when you’re not actually human, or a father.

(But you will be.)

(A father, that is.)

The G-Man comes into existence to do his job.

This is what he is told, and what he knows.

He does not have any memories before this time, and even if he did, they would not matter. He exists to work. He exists to observe. He exists to move the story forward.

And then he finds a child in the void.

It’s the neutral existence, the space between the here and the there. The space between Black Mesa and the Government. The space where there is no space or time at all.

There is something there, in the instant between checking his watch and not checking his watch, there appears a small child.

By the G-Man’s estimation, they can’t be older than seven.

Of course, he has not met many children in his line of work. He knows they exist, and he simply accepts that. He is not often responsible for their fates.

But never once has he encountered one in the void.

He’s never encountered anything in the void.

He stares at the child. The child stares back.

Curly hair, bright eyes, and-

“Dad?” the child says, looking up at him.

The G-Man has no idea what to do.

But he is the only creature capable of traversing the void. And this child is the only thing he’s ever seen here aside from himself.

So he sets down his briefcase, gets down on one knee, and says. “Yes.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The G-Man does not know how to take care of a child.

He uses his powers in the void to construct something resembling a human dwelling, and he hopes that will be enough.

It also quickly becomes apparent that the boy has powers of his own.

And he is a boy, the G-Man had asked. He’d learned that the boy was six years old, and simply a tall one. He’d learned that the boy also liked dogs. He had not asked about those things, but he had learned them nonetheless.

The boy does not have a name for himself, though, and therein lies his current uncertainty.

The G-Man would not feel right giving him a name. This boy is not his, and they are residents of an endless in-between place. The G-Man is not someone who possesses human sentiments.

So he gathers books for the boy, as many as he can find, and he leaves them in the boy’s “room” when he leaves to do his work.

His employers do not make a comment about his acquisition, and he does not comment on it either. The strange boy will not interfere with his work.

When he returns, the boy smiles.

It makes something warm stir in the G-man’s chest, and he smiles back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He learns quickly that the boy does not age normally.

He matures quickly, and he picks a name for himself.

Tommy.

It’s a very human name, but it fits. And the G-Man did allow him to choose, so he will not protest.

“Humans have last names, don’t they?” Tommy asks him, sitting at the dining table. Neither of them are eating, and the G-Man is reading a human novel.

“They do.” He looks up and over at Tommy, who now looks like a teenager. “…Why do you ask?”

“I want one!”

The G-Man sets his book down and sighs. “I do not…have one. Typically they are shared by human families.”

Tommy’s expression is so open and almost…disappointed. “Are we- not a family?”

The G-Man takes a moment to think about it. He does…care about Tommy. Maybe not the way a human parent might, but he is responsible for Tommy’s well-being.

And…Tommy obviously cares for him.

“I suppose…we must be,” he says.

Tommy beams.

The G-Man might care for him more than he initially thought.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Coolatta” is an odd last name, but it is the one Tommy selected, and the G-Man does not mind it.

His distraction, however, is being noted by his employers.

He spends much of his time with Tommy, often prioritizing the boy over his work, which leads to gaps in information, which leads to inaccurate records.

They tell him that if he does not correct his behavior, he will be replaced.

And Tommy will be left abandoned, or worse, forced to take his place.

This scares him more than the idea of being retired.

But Tommy has been growing antsy anyway. His powers are developing, but they are not enough to keep him entertained. He’s aged again, well into adulthood by human standards.

He wants to go beyond the void and witness what is, rather than what isn’t. The G-Man is almost hesitant to let him go.

He has almost started to consider Tommy his son.

But, if Tommy spends his time away, in the world, the G-Man will be able to do his job without worry.

Or so he believes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Being unable to watch Tommy makes him…uneasy. He wishes to know what his boy is doing. He wants to see.

But he needs to do his job.

He cannot worry about his son. He cannot, because it is a distraction.

But it does not stop him.

Tommy does come to visit, and he brings a dog. Apparently, his son has completed a perfect dog, an immortal golden retriever who cannot age or change or do anything more than be what she is.

The G-Man is proud. Tommy is a creative boy, and he’s so confident in himself.

When the G-Man tells him as much, Tommy wraps him in a hug.

Nobody has ever hugged the G-Man before. It’s nice.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It is finally part of his job to watch his son.

Obviously, he’s truly watching Dr. Gordon Freeman, and the thing beyond the void looking through his eyes, but Tommy is there, and alive, and making his father proud.

And that’s the root of it really. The G-Man is his father as much as Tommy is his son.

He cannot visit now, cannot show himself, but he knows that Tommy knows he is there.

That is enough.

Besides, he’s planning a surprise for him.

Something nice, something good for his birthday. Something so very human.

He just needs time to put it together.

Luckily, he thinks as the world freezes and he turns back to the void, he has time.

He looks at his watch, and in the instant between the action and setting his arm down, the “Science Team” have barely so much as blinked.

The surprise will be ready, and his son will be happy.

This is all he wants, anymore.

[burnthoneydrops]

I have a possible fic request! What about Benedict with a reader who gets easily flustered. He’s such a flirt and I feel like if he flirted with me, I would be so nervous and flushed that I couldn’t speak. No rush on the fic, and only if you want to!

Lots of love! :)

Subtle(tea)

A/N: Hey love! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it and sorry it took me so long!!

Word Count: 851

Warnings: none

Tea with the Bridgertons was not an unusual event for you and was something that made Sunday your favourite day of the week. The familiar wisteria comes into view as your carriage pulls in front of their house, signalling you were soon to be reunited with your favourite family- though you wouldn’t dare let your mother hear you say that. You spot Hyacinth ducking her head away from one of the upper level windows, her chestnut curls twirling behind her as she undoubtedly raced to alert her mother of your arrival. Their front door opens as one of the footmen lends you a hand for descending the short carriage stairs, and Hyacinth and Eloise are quick to meet you on their front steps. 

“Y/N you’re here! We thought you were never going to make it!” Hyacinth announces as she grabs your hand, pulling you faster up the steps. 

“Hyacinth Bridgerton, I will not have you bombarding our guest before they even have the chance to step foot inside,” Lady Bridgerton makes herself known from just outside the front door, giving a harsh look to Hyacinth before smiling at you. “It is always wonderful to see you dear,” she remarks as she leans in to give you a hug, forcing Hyacinth to let go of your arm. 

You laugh as you return her hug, “I’m simply glad you all find me entertaining enough that I keep receiving the invite”. 

“It would be so incredibly boring without you,” Eloise adds as the group of you walk through the house to the drawing room. 

“Tell me, is Anthony still pushing away every young lady of the ton?” You ask with a smile as you sit across from Hyacinth and Lady Bridgerton, with Eloise beside you. 

Lady Bridgerton rolls her eyes, “unfortunately so. He seems determined to make this much more difficult than need be. It appears to be a family trend”. 

“Talking ill about us again, Mother?” Benedict jokes with a tilt of his head as he leans against the drawing room door, sketchbook under his arm as normal. 

“Benedict!” Hyacinth smiles. 

“Oh Hyacinth, I believe Gregory was looking for you to test out his new marble set with him,” he passes on the information from his younger brother who had raced past him earlier. She lets out a gasp of excitement and runs off, waving a quick goodbye before dashing down the hall. Benedict makes his way behind the couch upon which you and Eloise were sitting and standing beside you. “Had I known we were to be having such appealing company, I might have scrubbed up better for the occasion,” he comments in a low voice, trying to avoid the two other pairs of ears in the room. 

You keep your head directed at the carpeted floor, hoping the blush growing on your cheeks was not so incredibly obvious. “So, is your father still away on his business overseas?” Lady Bridgerton asks you, bringing you back to the conversation at hand. 

“Indeed he is,” you nod, “he has about a month left abroad from what I gathered in his latest letter. 

“Well, if you and your mother find yourselves in need of companionship, you are more than welcome here at any time,” she offers you a warm smile. 

“For my sake if nothing else,” Benedict mutters, again keeping it between you two. You would be lying if you said you did not find the second son attractive, and the current attention was only making that more apparent. You clear your throat, hoping that it might disrupt your current train of thought. 

“Is everything alright dear?” Lady Bridgerton asks, and you hear Benedict chuckle quietly beside you. You can just about feel the slightly proud smirk on his face. 

“If I knew your reaction to me would be this strong, I would have acted like this sooner”. This man and his hypotheticals will be the death of you. 

“Yes, I’m just fine,” you nod, giving Lady Bridgerton the least awkward smile you can imagine as you feel your cheeks grow hotter by the second. 

“Every artist needs his muse, does he not?” Benedict whispers, pretending to adjust the sleeves of coat. Your breath stops, and you try your hardest to continue making eye contact with Lady Bridgerton, hoping she’s not too aware of the situation unfolding in front of her. “Well, I suppose I shall be off. Let you enjoy your tea and whatnot,” Benedict begins to walk back to the door. 

“You’re not going to stay for a cup dearest?” His mother asks, looking confused. 

“Not today, Mother. I believe I have accomplished all that I needed to do here,” he looks directly at you. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I had some painting to catch up on”. And with that, he is gone. 

“Did he seem strange to you, Eloise?” Lady Bridgerton asks her middle daughter. 

“Not any stranger than usual,” she shoots you a quick glance with a mischievous smirk on her face before looking back at her mother. Perhaps you were not as subtle as you once thought.

[declanharcourt]

[ jacob elordi, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! DECLAN HARCOURT just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for FIVE YEARS, working as a/an CASTING ASSISTANT. that can’t be easy, especially at only 28 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit CYNICAL and HEDONISTIC , but i know them to be CHARISMATIC and PASSIONATE. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN!

001. stats

full   name.   declan gregory harcourt (hayes)

age.   twenty-four

date   of   birth.   november 2nd, 1999

place   of   birth.   los angeles, california

hometown: melbourne, australia

gender.   cis - man

pronouns.   he / him

sexual   orientation.   bisexual

personality type: ESFP

002. information

trigger warnings: abandonment, pregnancy mention

declan was born to a single mother who had moved to los angeles from australia in pursuit of stardom. he knew little about his biological father, as his mother always refused to discuss him, dismissing him as a nobody who didn't deserve them.

upon declan's birth, his mother realized she had to put her dreams on hold and grow up faster than she had imagined. despite the challenges, she never complained about the cards she’d been dealt. life in los angeles was expensive, and even with two jobs, she couldn't afford the rent. so, she decided to return to her hometown in australia.

eventually, his mom got a better job as a secretary, and when he was eleven years old, she married a dentist. his little sister arrived when he was twelve, and life improved significantly—though he had never really complained about his previous life.

declan did well academically and excelled in sports, particularly swimming and volleyball. he also starred in most of the school plays and was considered quite popular among his peers. after all, artistic talent ran in the family.

at fifteen, his life took a drastic turn when his biological father appeared one day after school. when the man intercepted him and bluntly declared he was his father, declan didn't believe him. later that day, his mother called him to the living room, and there he was again.

the story was a familiar one: a young, naive girl with dreams of becoming an actress meets a man who promises to make her a star. she falls in love, but he's only looking for an affair. she gets pregnant, and he's suddenly out of the picture because he's married. so, why was he here now?

the answer was simple and archaic: he wanted a son. he had been married and had two daughters, which apparently weren't good enough for him because he wouldn't "leave the family's company in the hands of women."

declan disliked the man at first sight, and listening to him speak made him even more unlikable. he refused to acknowledge him as his father, thinking that would be the end of it.

he was wrong. his father was quite wealthy, coming from a wealthy family with ties with the film industry, creating one of the biggest film studios in the world. the harcourt family was filthy rich.

it was no surprise when his father fought for custody. with the help of a lot of money, he won. declan was forced to leave australia and move back to los angeles, where his father believed he "belonged."

declan grew up resenting his father, longing for summers when he could visit his real family. under his father's guardianship, he was prepared to become the son his father had always wanted.. his last name was changed from hayes to harcourt, and he was transformed into someone who fit high society.

despite his resistance, declan found it hard not to be captivated by the lifestyle of the rich, especially when parts of it infuriated his father. by eighteen, he was well-known in the los angeles party scene, much to his father's dismay. the next year and a half was a blur of excesses he couldn't even begin to describe.

it all came to an end when he turned twenty and got into serious trouble. his father managed to get him out of it, but only with the promise that declan would behave. he enrolled him in university, chose a major for him, and for the first two years he followed the plan.

six years ago, he dropped out and cut out his father. he lived on his own for that year, and worked a 9 to 5 job. however, his father tracked him down and after realizing that he could no longer control declan, he made him a deal.

he offered to pay for his schooling if he chose to return to university, anywhere he wanted. he promised to support his decisions and ambitions, with one condition: that one day, he would agree to take over the family business when he could no longer manage it.

after some thinking, he decided to enroll in nyu film school. during that time, he did some quick internships and upon graduation, on year ago, he started working as a casting assistant. although he's still unsure what path he wants to pursue.

002. personality

declan is fully immersed in the present moment, savoring all that life has to offer.

he is frequently preoccupied with quick gratification and often fails to plan ahead.

this can be very frustrating to others as it seems he doesn’t take anything seriously, though he does, but only when it’s time to.

declan relies a lot on luck and takes life as it is without complaints.

he is an extremely social person, gaining most of his energy from being around people he cherishes.

declan loves talking about everything and nothing, especially passionate about films, music, and books.

he enjoys the spotlight and is the kind of person who would try to revive a dying party.

normally a very chill person, he rarely gets upset but is extremely sensitive.

when he believes someone is questioning or criticizing him, he has a hard time viewing such criticism as constructive and often reacts with rage and bitterness.

aside from that, he is pretty conflict-averse and will try everything to avoid uncomfortable situations.

deep down he also carries a lot of rage and resentment towards his father.

003. headcanons

his middle name is a tribute to his mom's favorite actor: gregory peck.

speaks broken italian and this is because while his mother was at work he was babysat by their italian neighbor whom he used to call nonna.

for his seventh birthday, his mother gave him a guitar. he's very good at it but now rarely plays it.

loves movies and music from the 50's, 60's and 70's.

he has a terrible relationship with his biological father's family except with his grandfather, whom he loves and the only person who he trusts in that family.

despite being a us citizen, he only holds an australian passport.

the only thing he has in common with his father is the love for films, although declan believes his passion for movies came from his mother.

his father got him an accent coach so he would lose the australian accent, although when he gets too excited or upset it will come out.

favorite movie: double indemnity. when it comes to music he listens from sinatra to the rolling stones. although his favorite band is oasis.

[greazyfloz]

Bend Til We Break - Chapter 18

previous chapters

[POV Quinn]

“Mr.Hughes” I hear as someone stand in front of me, I open my eyes slowly realizing it is a nurse. My eyes shoot open and I sit up straight. She gives me a soft smile and it gives me hope. “I’m Grace, I was Dr. Leland’s operating assistant, I’m here to give an update as Dr.Leland finishes up the c-section” she tells me and I nod waiting for her to continue, “your son and daughter were born. Your son was born first at 11:56pm and your Daughter was born at 11:59pm, both Valentine babies. Dr.Leland and our team scrubbed in at around 9:15 when we left you but Ms.Y/l/n’s injuries were more severe than initially introduced to use so we had to wait for Dr. Gregory to stabilize her to allow us to perform a c-section to allow less trauma for her and the babies”. 

“I-is she going to be okay?” I ask scared for the response

“I cannot speak on the behalf of Dr. Gregory at this moment but I can inform you that the reason we were not able to start the c-section until 11pm was because they had lost a pulse before we scrubbed in” she says and my head dropped to the floor. “I can give you any update on your children though”

“Are they healthy? I know that they are going to be here for a while but how are they looking?” 

“Your son is looking healthy from the impact the womb had just taken, his tests all came back looking quite well for his state and will be transported up to the NICU momentarily. Your daughter is still being monitored as she received less oxygen from her mother, causing some brain and heart issues. It is likely we will need to operate, but as of now, she will need to be monitored in a secluded room with 2 nurses. You will be able to see your son as soon as he gets to the NICU but your daughter may need a bit more time. If surgery is required for her, do we have the go ahead? The quicker we can get to her the better”

“Of course” I say, still not looking up, “Where do I sign?” 

“I’ll tell Pamela to bring you the papers” she says “Do you have any questions?”

“N-no not right now” I say finally looking up and running my hand through my hair and checking the time, 12:54. I signed the papers from the receptionist and call Brock not even caring for the time, he answers almost immediately, “Hey, Hughesy”

“Can you and Bella come to Van Gen?” i ask

“She’s having the baby? Isn't it a little early?” he asks me with a little excitement and confusion in his voice I don’t answer as I feel my eyes fill with tears. I try not to sniffle into the phone but fail, “Oh no, Is everyone okay?”

“Y/n- She- No, she’s not” I say as the tears fell

“We’re on our way!” He says hanging up. 

They got here around 20 minutes later. I stand and make my way over hugging them both before we go and sit down. I explained the whole night and all of the information I had gotten so far to them. I had to look away from Bella as she began to cry. 

“Hey bud, she’s strong. Dealing with your shit proves it” Brock says jokingly yet serious

“Don’t say that” Bella says, swatting Brock’s arm, “So did you have to name them or, how is that working?”

“They didn’t ask” I say and we begin chatting 

Around 5:24am, Brock and Bella both fell asleep in the seats in front of me while I waited. A man in scrubs approached me. “Quintin Hughes?” he asks and I nod standing “Yes, I’m Quinn” I say back

“Hi, I’m Dr. Gregory. I was the surgeon leading your girlfriend?” he questions before continuing

“Yes” I say with no hesitation

“I was the surgeon leading your girlfriend's surgery. Grace had already informed me that she had informed you of losing her pulse earlier tonight, so I am here to give a greater detail of her condition and injuries” he starts and I take a breath, “After Dr. Leland had closed her up from her c-section, the trauma was much too significant for her body and she went under cardiac arrest. We were able to immediately operate. We lost her pulse once more for 15 seconds, but were able to successfully revive her. She is now resting in the ICU, but the surgery caused major trauma throughout her body as she faced a broken clavicle, nose, and a slight brain bleed, then birth. Her surgery was successful though but there won't be a speedy recovery as she was put into an induced coma” 

“Oh wow” 

“She is in room 235 B, the room was turned private for her and your family’s convenience” he says. I thank him before making my way up to her room. I wake Bella and Brock and let them know what is going on and we make our way up. Because she was in a private room, she did not have the same visiting hours as others so all of us were aloud in. As we approach the room Grace, the doctor’s surgery assistant for the kids, was waiting at the door. 

“Go in, I’ll be right in” I say to Brock and Bella as we get to the outside of Y/n’s door. 

“Hi Quinn, I’m sorry but your daughter was just sent back to be operated on, I came to let you know since consent was already given that the surgery has already started. We did catch her heart slowly down fairly quickly”

“Thank you” I say and she nods

“Your son has been transported to the NICU, if you would like to go see him” she says smiling before leaving to assist in my daughter’s surgery.

I walked into the room and Brock stands up giving me a hug. “She’s in surgery” I say and Bella stands from beside Y/n and makes her way over to me giving me a hug. “My son is in the NICU right now” I say after pulling away from the hug

“Go see him, we are here with y/n and if anyone comes with news we will tell them where you are” Bella says. 

When I got to the NICU, I had to look down at my son in a sealed cradle. He is so small. I can’t even tell if he is more me or more y/n he is so small. I sit in the room with it for a bit until the nurse says she has to do some tests on him. I tell her I will be back in a bit as I make my way back down to Y/n.

I walk in the room and both Brock and Bella stand, we are going to head out now, but : “your mother was actually just here. She got the last red eye out of Detroit” Bella informs me

“We are going to head out now” Brock says, “I’ll tell em where you are today, don’t worry about it” he says referring to morning skate. They leave the room and my mother walks in handing me a coffee and giving me a hug. 

“What time is it?” I ask her

“Almost nine, how are they?”

“He is in the NICU, and she is in surgery” I say starting to tear up but my mother brings my in for another hug as someone knocks on the door. Y/n’s parents walk in with Grace behind them. Grace asks us all to take a seat. 

“Grandparents?” she asks looking at my mother and Y/n’s parents and they all nod. “Okay, so Quinn, you’re daughter’s surgery was successful, I came right from her operating room so this is the most up to date news, she is headed to a private area in the NICU. We were able to put her brother in the same room since he is also in a sealed oxygen vented cradle” she says and gives us more information about her condition and what is next for her. 

After she leaves, my mother suggests I go home and sleep. And I nod. I make my way to the car and drive but not to my place. I go back to Y/n’s. The nursery still isn’t ready. I make my way inside and start building the other crib that was giving Y/n a hard time along with the rocking chair and painting what needed painted. 

Between then and the next week, I was between Y/n’s and the hospital. A week later my son, showed significant process and I got news that it was possible that both kids may be able to leave before March. Y/n however still asleep. It was 12 days after the accident when Y/n and I finally were alone in the room she was resting in. The nurse that was checking up on her looked down at me and said, “have you talked to her yet, sometimes even if you don’t think she can hear you it helps.” before leaving the room.

I take her hand and plant a kiss, before looking up at her sleeping figure,

 “You did it baby. We have two beautiful kids. Our boy is so easy. I already know he is going to cause us no trouble. They told me today that he could come down and share a room with you very soon, but you have to open your eyes. And our girl, she is so strong. Surgery on her very first day on this earth, maybe she will be our handful always given dad a heart attack. she took in like a champ though! She is getting stronger and stronger everyday. She is strong like her mom. Fuck I hope they are both like their mom. For her sake. You have to open your eyes so you can meet them. 12 days without you is way too long” I began but I start to cry, I reach into my pocket and slide the ring I bought her on her finger. “I’m giving this to you now just inca- no, I’m giving this as a promise to always be there for you. I bought this for you the day after you moved in. I wasn’t planning on promising to you anytime soon then but I knew it would happen. And there was so many times that I was going to but I knew it had to be special. I’m giving it to you now for the same reason that I kept it for this long, hope. When it comes to you, I’m never ever going to lose it. Just please, please wake up” I say as I lay my head on the bed beside her. 

I lay my head there looking down at the ground. I feel her hand wiggle a bit and I look up at her, she still has her eyes closed but her lips move and words finally escape her mouth, “Quinn”

[alister312]

Hello there! I hope your having a good day (:

I was just watching BLU again & I came to the part where the kids were in the gymnasium reacting to the war being declared, & Gregory told Wendy to “hold onto me” after hearing the news, comforting her. How do you think this would’ve gone if it were, hypothetically, Christophe instead of Wendy? Would Gregory take the same approach? Would Christophe reciprocate, or would he ignore it?

Just curious about what you think, as it’s quite an interesting scenario to me

that is an interesting question! especially since it kinda rewrites things so that Christophe goes to the school with the rest of them… which would definitely change at least my perception of him as well as my thoughts about what happened to him after the movie 👀 but to get to the actual question:

for one, I think Gregory wouldn’t even offer for Christophe to hold onto him. I’ve mentioned before but in the movie, that moment doesn’t seem as though it’s a mutual thing. it’s more Gregory recognizing that Wendy is scared and in need of comfort, rather than he himself also wanting it. were Christophe to replace her in that scene, I feel Gregory ought to know him well enough that he would know Christophe wouldn’t need (or want) comfort in that moment. instead, they’d share a look of mutual worry but also determination and agreement to get right into resistance action. maybe even right after the assembly.

in that one script draft, it’s implied that Gregory and Christophe were working together to free Canadian POWs the entire time. so it’s highly likely that, if Christophe were already at the school, he and Gregory would’ve gotten right into action. they might not even stick around to rally the other kids during recess, or join La Resistance! honestly it would depend on whether or not Gregory is hanging out with Wendy bc he genuinely enjoys her company or bc there is no one else there on his level (in his opinion). if it’s the latter, then I think he would never go looking for someone else if Christophe is already there.

however, to keep the movie plot from derailing completely, I could see them getting into contact with main boys hoping for information. specifically Kyle, since his mom sorta started the whole war. from there, the boys would latch onto their plan to save Terrance and Philip and then everything would probably play out about the same.

honestly in that same aforementioned script draft, for those who haven’t read it, Wendy gets a LOT more agency and more of a role in general in it. she kinda has Gregory’s role and he’s even more of a minor character than he is already. so I wouldn’t be surprised if, given Gregory were not concerned with the main cast, she were to just take on his role completely. maybe hire him and Christophe to help with just the rescue mission.

now, if there were to be any comfort touch in that scene, i doubt Gregory would announce it out loud. he’d just reach over and place his hand on Christophe’s hand while giving him that look of worry and determination. Christophe would give a similar look back, think about actually taking Gregory’s hand in his and want to do so (maybe his hand even twitches, about to, or maybe that’s Gregory’s imagination) but he’d leave first, knowing Gregory will follow with a plan already half formed in his mind.