#Pulse McGee

[palesmokeisinthevoid]

Found an expression meme thing and I wanted to practice drawing mouths so I drew a bunch of my guys with it (mostly Canaryverse because I love these guys)

All of them deserve to be a little mad (in both senses of the word), as a treat.

Character order for anyone who wants to ask any sort of questions ;)

1a: Riptide Hansen (He/him)

1b: Trevor(?) McGee (He/They)

1c: Lyda Moniter (She/Her)

2a: Annie Keeper (They/Them)

2b: Thing Keeper (She/Her)

2c: The Director “Dira Keeper” (He/She/They)

3a: Puppet Master (He/It)

3b: Alex Rose (They/Them)

3: Ignis (He/They/It)

Also said meme

[tinyshyteacup]

TW: Cussing, Firearms, kidnapping, death (not in detail)

Spoilers from Canon

Part 26

Scotch and Screams - Part 27

The church was cold, the kind of damp that settled into your bones and refused to leave. Chibs stood just inside the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his body still tensed from the ride through Belfast’s winding streets.

The weight of his kutte felt heavier here, surrounded by old stone walls and the quiet judgment of saints carved in stained glass.

Jax was in front of him, jaw tight, hands clenched into fists at his sides. His desperation hung thick in the air, mixing with the scent of melting candle wax and damp wood.

Abel was out there somewhere, stolen from Jax, and they were standing in this damn church waiting on a priest who held all the cards.

Clay and Opie flanked them, silent but alert. None of them were the type to trust a man in a collar.

The heavy wooden doors at the back of the church creaked open, and Father Kellan Ashby stepped into the dim light, his expression unreadable. He moved with the calm confidence of a man who had been playing this game a long time.

"Ah, gentlemen," the priest greeted, his voice smooth, practiced. "I was wonderin’ when ye’d come knockin’."

Chibs exhaled sharply through his nose, his patience already wearing thin. "Aye, well, we’re here now. So let’s skip the pleasantries, Father."

Jax stepped forward before Ashby could respond. "Where’s my son?"

The priest folded his hands in front of him, tilting his head slightly. "Somewhere safe, I assure ye."

That was the wrong answer. Jax’s whole body went rigid, his breath coming heavier. Chibs felt his own pulse kick up, the frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

"Safe?" Jax repeated, voice dangerously low. "You think I give a shit about safe? I want to know where he is. Now."

Ashby didn’t flinch. If anything, his composure was even more infuriating.

"I understand yer anger, lad," the priest said, his tone almost patronizing. "But ye have to trust that I have Abel’s best interests at heart. This is bigger than just one child."

Chibs let out a bitter chuckle, stepping up beside Jax. "That so? ‘Cause it sounds like ye’re just tryin’ to keep us dancin’ in circles." His voice was low, laced with warning. "So let’s try this again. Where. Is. The. Boy?"

Ashby sighed, looking between them. "Jax, I need to know somethin’ first."

Jax’s hands clenched. "I don’t give a shit what you need—"

"Would ye be willin’ to leave Abel here?" Ashby interrupted, his tone careful.

The question hit like a gunshot.

Jax blinked. "What?"

"He’s a Teller, aye." Ashby said. "But the life ye live… it’s not one for a child. Especially not one who could have a different future here."

The silence that followed was thick, suffocating.

Jax took a step forward, his breath ragged. "You’re out of your goddamn mind."

Chibs felt his own hands clench into fists, the anger rising like bile. "Ye’re talkin’ about keepin’ another man’s son from him, an’ ye think that’s a reasonable fuckin’ question?" His voice was sharp, edged with something dangerous.

Ashby’s gaze flickered toward him, unreadable. "I’m talkin’ about what’s best for the boy."

Jax was practically shaking with rage. "Abel is my son." His voice cracked, but his anger didn’t waver. "And if you don’t start telling me where he is, this conversation’s gonna go a whole different way."

Ashby exhaled through his nose, finally nodding. "I’ll make arrangements."

"No more games," Jax snapped.

"No more games," Ashby echoed.

But Chibs wasn’t sure he believed him.

Chibs had felt it in his bones before they even had proof. Something had been off with McGee from the moment they’d landed in Belfast.

He was jumpy, avoiding eye contact, making excuses whenever Jax or Clay asked direct questions about Abel.

It wasn’t like the man he’d once known—the leader who had helped him get to California all those years ago, the one who had help build SAMBEL up from the ground up.

But Chibs knew better than anyone that men could change. Sometimes, it was the weight of time, the pull of greed, or just plain cowardice.

He just hadn’t wanted to believe it was McGee.

Then, proof came in the form of a conversation they weren’t meant to hear.

It was Juice who picked up the first thread of betrayal.

"Man, I don’t like this," Juice muttered under his breath as they stood outside a crumbling warehouse where McGee had led them to ‘discuss strategy.’ "Something’s off."

Chibs glanced at him, brow furrowing. "What are ye talkin’ about?"

Juice shifted, voice hushed. "McGee told us this was a safe spot. But I picked up chatter on a shortwave. Someone was warnin’ Jimmy O to ‘expect guests.’"

Chibs’ blood ran cold.

"Ye sure?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Juice nodded. "Yeah, man. And the voice on the other end? Sounded a hell of a lot like McGee."

Clay and Jax were already ahead, stepping inside the warehouse, oblivious to the trap they were walking into.

Chibs’ pulse pounded in his ears. Without another word, he spun on his heel, storming into the building.

The moment he entered, he saw McGee standing in the center of the room, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. Opposite him, two men in suits stood like statues—men Chibs recognized all too well.

Irish Kings.

And beside them, with a smug, knowing smirk—Jimmy O.

Jax stopped dead in his tracks. Clay’s hand twitched toward his gun.

Chibs’ heart clenched as realization set in like a punch to the gut.

"Son of a bitch," Jax muttered.

McGee sighed, rubbing a hand down his face like he was weary, like this was somehow hard for him. "I didn’t want it to go this way, boys."

"Aye," Chibs said darkly, stepping forward, voice thick with contempt. "But here we are, huh?"

McGee exhaled, shoulders slumping. "Things’ve changed, Filip. We had no choice. SAMBEL’s been backed into a corner for years, an’ I did what I had to do to survive."

"Survive?" Chibs echoed, voice dangerously quiet. He shook his head, taking another step. "Ye sold out yer fuckin’ family."

Jimmy O chuckled. "Ah, come on now, Filip. Don’t be so dramatic. McGee did what any smart man would do—he picked the winnin’ side."

Chibs’ jaw clenched so tight he thought his teeth might crack.

Clay, ever the tactician, was already assessing their exit strategy. "We done here?" he asked, voice calm but cold.

McGee hesitated for just a fraction of a second. But it was enough.

"Aye," Jimmy O said, smirking. "We’re done."

That’s when the gunfire started.

The second Jimmy O’s men opened fire, the warehouse erupted into chaos. The sharp crack of gunfire echoed off the metal walls, flashes of muzzle fire cutting through the dim light.

"Cover!" Jax shouted, diving behind a stack of crates.

Clay was already moving, pulling his gun as Opie laid down cover fire. Juice and Happy were at the entrance, weapons raised, keeping the path open.

Chibs barely had time to react before a bullet whizzed past his head.

"Shite," he hissed, diving for cover beside Jax. He peeked out, eyes scanning the room, taking in the situation. Jimmy O and the Irish Kings had already slipped out the back. But McGee—he was still standing there, frozen, watching the chaos unfold like a man who knew his time was up.

"Get to the van!" Clay barked.

Chibs gritted his teeth. They could deal with McGee later—right now, they had to get the hell out of there.

Jax fired a few rounds, forcing Jimmy’s men to take cover, giving them just enough time to move. Chibs grabbed Juice by the back of his kutte and yanked him toward the exit.

"Move yer arse, Juicy!"

They spilled out into the alley, running for the van. Happy was already inside, revving the engine. Clay shoved the doors open, barking orders as the rest of them piled in.

Just as Chibs swung himself inside, he turned, catching one last glimpse of McGee.

The man was standing in the doorway of the warehouse, gun in hand—but he didn’t raise it.

He didn’t even try to fight.

Chibs met his eyes for just a second. And in that moment, he saw it—defeat.

Then the doors slammed shut, and they were gone.

They didn’t have to look for McGee.

He knew the end was coming.

It took less than twenty-four hours to track him down. Bobby and Opie cornered one of his men in a bar, worked him over until he gave up the location.

An old dockyard on the outskirts of Belfast.

When they arrived, it was almost too easy.

McGee was sitting on the hood of an old car, cigarette dangling from his fingers, like he was waiting for them.

Clay and Jax hung back, letting Chibs take the lead.

This was personal.

Chibs stepped forward, boots crunching against gravel. McGee didn’t move. He just exhaled smoke, watching Chibs with tired eyes.

"Knew ye’d find me," he said simply.

Chibs tilted his head. "Aye. Ye knew."

McGee flicked the cigarette away, rubbing a hand down his face. "Don’t suppose I can talk my way outta this one?"

"Ye had yer chance to talk," Chibs said quietly. "Back at the warehouse. Instead, ye stood there an’ let Jimmy O walk out while he tried to kill us."

McGee exhaled, shoulders slumping. "I never wanted this, Filip. Ye gotta believe me."

Chibs’ jaw clenched. "That supposed to make it better?"

McGee’s silence was answer enough.

The moment stretched between them, heavy and unspoken.

Then, finally, McGee sighed. "Just get it over with."

Chibs took a slow step closer. "Nah," he murmured. "Not that easy"

McGee frowned. "What—"

Chibs moved fast—too fast for the McGee to react. He grabbed McGee by the collar and slammed him against the hood of the car, pressing a forearm against his throat.

"Ye don’t get to just close yer eyes an’ let it happen," he hissed. "Ye fuckin’ sold us out. Sold me out. An’ now ye’re just ready to roll over an’ die? Nah. Ye don’t get that."

McGee struggled, but it was useless.

"Filip—please—"

"Ye begged Jimmy O like this?" Chibs snapped. "When ye handed us over? Did ye tell him it ‘wasn’t personal’? That ye ‘never wanted this’?"

McGee’s face twisted, guilt and fear bleeding into his features.

Chibs leaned in, voice low, almost gentle. "Ye were a fuckin’ brother, McGee."

A pause.

Then he stepped back, letting McGee stumble forward—just in time for Clay to raise his gun.

A single shot rang out.

McGee crumpled to the ground.

Dead.

Belfast was cold tonight. The kind of cold that settled deep into the bones, refusing to be shaken off. Chibs leaned against the rough brick wall of the SAMBEL clubhouse, a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips, the smoke curling into the damp air.

His head was still buzzing from the night’s events—the priest, the betrayal, the gunshot that had left McGee lifeless on the floor.

He ran a hand down his face, exhaustion pressing against the edges of his mind, but sleep was a luxury he wouldn’t find here. Not with the weight of everything sitting heavy on his chest.

What he needed—what he ached for—was you.

Fishing the burner phone out of his kutte, he pressed the speed dial, lifting it to his ear. The dial tone stretched too long, making his chest tighten, but then—

"Mmm ... Scotsman?"

Your voice was soft, thick with sleep, and just like that, something in him unclenched.

"Aye, love," he murmured, exhaling slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. "Did I wake ye?"

There was a rustle on the other end, the sound of sheets shifting. "Yeah ... it’s okay Filip, I’d rather hear your voice than sleep anyway."

He huffed out a quiet chuckle, warmth spreading in his chest. Christ, you had a way of soothing him without even trying.

"Aye, is that so?" he teased, voice a little rougher than usual.

"Mhm. I’ve been worrying about you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

"It’s late there, isn’t it? Have you even been sleeping?"

He took another drag of his cigarette, staring up at the night sky. He didn’t want to lie to you, but he also couldn’t tell you the truth.

Couldn’t tell you about the blood on his hands, the weight of another brother lost.

"Been keepin’ busy," he said vaguely, voice careful. "Nothin’ to worry yerself over, mo chridhe."

You let out a quiet sigh, and he could hear the concern in it.

"I wish you were here," you confessed, voice so soft it nearly broke him.

His throat tightened. "Aye… me too, love. More than ye know."

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but heavy in its own way.

"Filip, I miss you," you said,  hesitantly, your voice gentle, warm. "You sure your okay?"

The question hit him harder than it should've. Because no, he wasn't okay.

Not after what he'd done. Not after putting a bullet in a man he once called his brother. Not after watching Jax spiral deeper into desperation with every hour that passed without Abel in his arms. But he couldn't put that on you.

Couldn't taint the only bright thing he had left.

So, he forced a smirk into his voice, leaning back against the rickety chair in his room. "Aye, love', I'm fine. Just tired. S'been a long fuckin' day."

Chibs swallowed, rolling his shoulders. The ache in his body was nothing compared to the one in his chest.

"Jus' needed to hear yer voice."

You let out a quiet breath, like you didn't quite believe him but didn't want to push. Instead, your tone shifted, lighter.

"Well, I'm glad you called. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me over there"

A chuckle rumbled in his throat, the first real one he'd let himself have in days.

"Forgot about ye? Pfft. Ye must be daft if ye think I could."

"Mmm, you might get distracted," you teased. "Irish accents, whiskey, the smell of rain on cobblestones..."

"Aye, all that's grand an' all," he mused, playing along. "But none o' it holds a candle to ye, mo chridhe"

There was a pause, and he could almost hear the way you smiled.

"That was smooth."

"Aye, I've been told I've got a way wi' words."

"By who?"

"Mainly Juice, but still counts."

Your laugh. That was what he needed. That was what pulled him back from the edge, piece by piece.

"How’s things back home?" he asked finally, needing to hear about something—anything—other than the mess he was wading through.

You gave a tired hum. "Tara’s holding up, but I can tell she’s struggling. I’ve been helping out when I can."

Chibs smiled slightly, imagining you fussing over the doctor, making sure she ate, slept, didn’t collapse under the weight of it all. "She’s lucky to have ye lookin’ after her."

Another silence stretched between you, but this time it was warmer, softer. The kind of quiet that wrapped around him like a well-worn blanket.

"Filip?"

"Aye?"

"When are you coming home?"

His jaw tightened. He wished he had an answer for you.

"Soon, love," he said instead. "Promised ye that."

You let out a little sigh, and he could hear you shifting again, probably curling deeper into the blankets.

"You better be, Scotsman" you murmured, a soft demand.

"Aye," he breathed. "I will."

For the first time that day, he wasn't lying.

He hesitated, thumb brushing over the edge of the burner. He didn’t want to hang up.

"Get some sleep, lass," he murmured. "I’ll call ye soon."

"Okay. Be safe, Filip."

"Aye, I’ll try."

But as the call ended, leaving him alone in the quiet Belfast night, he knew safety wasn’t in the cards for him.

Not here. Not now.

But hearing your voice had been enough to remind him why he had to make it back.

And when he did, he wasn’t going to waste another second.

[passionwillow]

Nick teasing you under your desk until he gets you alone in the elevator

UGH HE WOULD TOO

Nick sitting at your desk with you was nothing new. Everyone knew you guys were close, though no one had figured out you were dating.

He loved to sit beside you, hand resting on your knee or thigh, but today.. Today he was pushing your buttons.

His hand creeped higher and high until his fingers were between your legs, pushing the seam of your jeans right into your clit. They rubbed slow and teasing, Nicks gave a mask of focus as McGee ran everyone through the update on the latest case.

“You alright?” You didn’t realize for a moment Tim was looking at you, brows furrowed in concern. You cleared your throat and nodded, hips shifting ever so slightly into Nicks hand. “M’fine. Sorry.”

Tim nodded but didn’t look convinced, and the corner of Nicks mouth was twitching in amusement. His motions never let up as McGee continued, your breathing shaky and uneven through your nose as you tried not to moan.

“Nick, Y/N, would you guys go talk to Palmer? See if he has an update from the autopsy?”

“Sure thing.” Nick smiled and stood up, casual and smooth as he headed for the elevators. You jumped up eagerly, almost too eager to follow him. The minute the doors closed he flipped the switch, bringing the elevator to a halt before pinning you to the wall.

“You’re an asshole, Nick Torres,” you growled as he grinned, eyes twinkling with amusement as his fingers undid your jeans, hand disappearing into your pants. “Yeah, yeah, you love me,” he teased.

Your next scolding was cut off as his fingers slid easily through your folds, your pool of desire coating his fingers. “Christ, babygirl, you’re a mess,” he purred, middle finger easing into you as his other hand held your throat, thumb brushing over your pulse as his eyes stayed glued to yours.

Your soft moans and whimpers fell from your lips like a waterfall, your body melting into his touch with ease as he pleasured you. He didn’t wait long before easing another finger in, curling them right where you needed them most. He knew exactly how to wind you up.

“Atta girl, baby, eyes on me. Let me see,” he ordered, tone soft but firm as the palm of his hand grazed your clit. You forced your eyes open and blushed under his gaze. His warm eyes were excited and hungry, drinking up ever expression he pulled from you.

“Nick, I’m gonna-..” you choked on another whine, eyes starting to slip closed. His gentle squeeze on your neck brought you back to attention, his thumb ghosting along your jaw before stopping at your mouth, gaze shifting a shade dark as your lips parted for him. He slid his thumb in and groaned as you suckled on the digit, tongue twirling around the pad of his thumb.

“You can cum, baby. Go ahead. Make a mess for me,” his cooed, soft tone at odds with his dirty words.

You fell apart almost on command, moaning and whining around his thumb as you came undone. His eyes drank up everything, teeth locked around his bottom lip. He eased his hand from your jeans and slotted his knee between your trembling legs, helping you stay upright as you caught your breath.

“Christ, you’re so fucking perfect,” he grinned before sucking on his fingers, moaning softly at your taste. You watched with a dazed, blissed out expression, shaking your head slightly and giggling.

“You’re a tease,” you mumbled, hands clinging to the railing for dear life. “Mm,” he hummed in agreement before cupping your cheeks, place a tender kiss to your lips before fixing your jeans for you.

“I’m not even close to done today,” he promised, winking before flipping the switch, pushing the car back into motion.

[thestarwarslesbian]

DiNozzo: I got a pulse, Fornell is gonna be fine. Gibbs: Great, it’s like I always say, if at first you don’t succeed, it’s only attempted murder. McGee: You always say that? Jimmy, wiping a tear: That's truly inspirational.

[ncis-yp]

Saint Tony (Tony DiNozzo x reader) part 2; [SMUT]

You woke up the next morning encased in Tony’s arms. He was shirtless and you didn’t have pants on which left you wondering what happened.

You rolled over in his arms to see the bedside table. Tylenol and ibuprofen bottles and a glass of water looked at you. You smiled and curled into him.

“Morning beautiful” he voice said in your ear. You faced him.

“Hi” you smile.

“How did you sleep?”

“I slept so good” you reply and kiss him. “Better than I have in a while”

“Good, so do I”

“Hey did we… yk- have sex? Last night” you ask, feeling stupid.

“No we didn’t” he smiled softly. “You wanted to… I wanted to… but you were drunk and I didn’t wanna take advantage” he replied.

“Thank you Tony” you caress his face. “For not being a total dirtbag” he smiled and kissed your forehead. “But I’m sober now” you smirk deviously crawling to straddle him.

“Oh yeah?” He held onto you.

“Yeah” you smile and kiss him. Flicking your hips as you do so.

“Mmm” he hums against your lips. He began to pull up at the hem of your shirt, you help him pull it up over your head. His mouth dropped open slightly as all your tattoos revealed themself to you. His fingers touching each of them before slowing down to trace the tattoo on your sternum.

“You like that one” you smile. His lips curl into a salacious grin before nodding.

“Yeah I do” he flips you onto your back. “Let me leave some marks too” he says in your ear, starting his college on your neck. Gently rocking his hips against yours, making you moan.

“Tony” you moan as he continues. You can feel Tony’s member growing against your core.

“(Y/n)” he kisses you. “I want you” he chuckles as you pull your arms down to his waistband. Keeping eye contact as you did so. His rhythm slowed as he helped pull them off.

“Take me” you whisper in his ear as he eased himself into you. The pair of you created a beautiful sound, pure and utter human satisfaction.

“Fuck (y/n)” he groans as he slowly pumped in amd out of you. Tony’s cocked throbbed inside of you as he fucked you, kissing your neck and collar bone as you whimpered and moaned softly.

“Faster” you say. Tony sped up his thrusts. Your breast’s bouncing as he did so. Allowing his hand to travel down to your clit he rubbed. Your mouth wide open as he did so.

“You like that huh?” He asked pounding into you. You squirmed underneath him. Dragging your nails down his back. “Fuckkkk (y/n)” he moaned. You began leaving marks on his neck as he fucked into you.

“Tony” you moaned loudly as moved your hips to meet his thrusts. “ fuck I’m so close” you groan as you feel yourself tighten.

“I can feel it” he responds. “Makes me wanna fuck you harder” he says ramming himself into you. Your moans got higher, some more guttural groans arose from Tony. You pulsed around him making his hips stutter as he pounded. His thrusts got sloppier by the second as the headboard began to lightly hit the wall.

“Fuck Tony” you say as you grip onto him as you came, he fucked you before reaching his own orgasm. Pulling out and collapsing next to you. Pulling you close to him as the two of you caught your breath.

He pulled himself up onto his elbow. You gently caressed his face as he came into view. His shoulder littered with deep purple bite marks, his neck and chest looked as if he was abused. You giggled.

“What’s so funny?” He says softly, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Gibbs is gonna have a field day when he sees us on Monday” you sigh.

“And Abby.”

“Ziva”

“And McNosy” Tony says prodding at McGee

“We can worry about that on Monday” you say. “For now, we have a day to ourselves” you smile and bring him down to kiss you again.

[crazycurly-77]

Like an old married couple - Chapter 12

As your head fell forward and your body slumped to the side, the whole team was shocked - including Ducky and Gibbs. But they tried to keep their cool so they would be able to help you as good as they could. Probably that was because of their experiences on the battlefields and as proficient members of the NCIS, but no matter what, you could be very lucky for that. 

After your collapse they acted immediately. They climbed out of the chopper, Gibbs ordering Tony to call 911 and Ducky asking Ziva to help him with his medical cases.

While DiNozzo and Ziva did as they were told, Gibbs carried you out of the helicopter with the help of McGee. The two of them laid you down on the ground for Ducky to examine you. But Ducky didn't looked like everything was okay, instead of that he looked very worried so all of them were getting very anxious and tense. 

“What's with her?” Gibbs broke the silence as he kneeled beside you. He suspected something bad and became extremely restless, because he had a very bad feeling. “The whole day she was struggling with asthma and it got worse and worse until she fell unconscious” Ducky reported. 

Meanwhile he tried to feel your pulse, but found none. You didn't breathe, too. He didn't said a word and only looked up to Gibbs. Almost immediately Gibbs jumped into action doing CPR with the help of Ducky who gave you a Cortisone injection. 

Desperately Gibbs fought for your life. Always murmuring to you and begging you “nonono, you can't do this to me. Please, stay with me. Don't go. You can't leave me alone. What should I do without you? You are very tough and you are a fighter, so fight! Fight for me, fight for us!”

Tim, Tony and Ziva could only stand nearby and watch them. They hoped so much that their boss and Ducky, who assisted him, could save you. 

They too would be very sad if you wouldn't be there anymore, because you had grown to be friends. But they mused Gibbs would take it the hardest. They never saw him so desperate and show affection so openly. 

Surely they bet, whispered and talked about you two, but they didn't thought that you are this close to one another and that your feelings are going this deep. So they watched and prayed. There was nothing more they could do as much as they wanted to. 

Gibbs on the other hand was sweating from his efforts, but he wasn't going to let you down and he refused to let the others help. He would fight as hard as he could for you, for him and most of all for your life. Slowly he was getting tired, but he was determined. There was no way he was giving up on you. So he went on and on. 

Thanks to heaven eventually the ambulance arrived with the emergency doctor. Ducky and Gibbs took a few steps backwards so they could work. They cared for you as good as they could at the moment and then brought you cautiously into the ambulance. 

“You did very well. She has a pulse again. It's very faint, but it's there. And she's breathing again, too. Well done. We are bringing her to the Bethesda Hospital. Does anyone want to come with us?” one of the paramedics asked. “It should be you. You should stay at her side” Ducky said smiling encouragingly to Gibbs laying a hand on his shoulder. Gibbs looked searching into his eyes, then nodded and got into the truck. 

Before the doors were closed a very worried bunch of people saw him sitting beside you, taking your hand in his and staring sadly at you. The paramedics connected you to surveillance monitors on which they could see and hear the bumping of your heart. Now you had to be brought to the hospital as soon as possible for further medical treatment. 

As the truck arrived at the hospital you were immediately brought into the shock room and a bunch of doctors followed. Gibbs was running beside your stretcher still holding your hand as you were brought in, but one of the medics asked him to leave the room so they could do their work “please, leave the room so we can work. We will try to save her and we will do what we can, I can assure you.”

“No, I will not leave her side. She's too important to me” Gibbs said shaking his head and staying his ground. 

“You will not help her, if we can't work as we should do” the medic argumented with him. 

“I can't leave her. I promised to stay at her side” Gibbs stating flustered and worried. But he was slowly getting angry, too. 

“Please, I beg you. Wait outside and let us help her. I will inform you if anything happens, I promise to you” the doctor said calmly to him. 

Gibbs only looked at him, but he was walking out of the room after all. He hoped with all his heart, that all was getting well. 

Meanwhile Ducky and the others arrived at the hospital too and sat in the waiting room. They all stood up as Gibbs came out of the shock room and walked to them. 

He reported that they will do what they can to help you, but at the moment they can't say anything and they all have to wait for news. 

They tried to calm him down, but he was in his own world of worry and grief. From time to time Ducky and Tony tried to talk to him, but there was no response. So they waited in silence and hoped for the best. 

After a while a doctor came towards them and walked straight to Gibbs “it was a close call, but she is stable at the moment. Now we have to wait until she wakes up, if she wakes up.”

“Where is she? Can I go to her?” Gibbs asked with a pained look. 

“She will be brought into a sick room shortly, then you can visit her. But only you, because she needs absolute peace.”

Gibbs nodded “okay” and walked to the room the medic mentioned. 

He ignored his colleagues and was determined to sit by your bed, never to leave your side until you were awake and out of danger.

(To be continued...)

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Negotiation Part 2 – Timothy McGee

Part 1

Recap: The team has been chasing a drug cartel responsible for killing a Navy Lieutenant who saw a drug deal. While on a stakeout, DiNozzo and the reader went missing. A few hours later, DiNozzo escaped the cartel, leaving Y/N behind. As the team searched for her, the head of the cartel, Antonio Mendez, called and demanded money for her safe return. After 48 hours, Antonio Mendez called Gibbs. The last thing Gibbs, McGee, and DiNozzo heard was a gunshot.

* * * * *

The second the line went dead, the three men grabbed their gear and instantly went to the address that McGee found. Gibbs parked and they ran into the building. They didn't bother arresting anyone. All three were only thinking about one thing; revenge.

Gibbs glanced into the last room left which hadn't been torn apart. He tightened his hold on his gun when he saw the man responsible for all of this. The agents snuck into the room as he walked around like an arrogant son of a bitch.

"I had no choice," the guy sighed. Gibbs almost froze when he saw who the dealer was talking to. "Your team didn't come in time."

"Are you sure about that?" Gibbs smirked when the guy turned around and was greeted by Gibbs's gun. "McGee, DiNozzo, get Y/L/N out of here."

McGee and DiNozzo instantly put their guns in their holsters and ran over to Y/N. DiNozzo started undoing her restraints while McGee pressed his fingers to her neck.

"She's got a pulse," McGee said, "but it's weak."

"EMTs are three minutes away," DiNozzo said. He looked up when he heard McGee let out a shaky breath. "You okay?"

"There's no bullet wound, Tony."

"Wait," DiNozzo said slowly, "so he didn't. . ."

"He pulled the trigger," McGee said, his voice soft. "We all heard it. I was. . . I was so sure we were going to find her dead."

"But we didn't," DiNozzo said, his eyes also on an unconscious Y/N. "She's alive."

"How is she?" Gibbs asked as he jogged over. He knelt next to her and gently moved some hair out of her face.

"Where's. . ."

"He's locked in the trunk of my car," Gibbs said. DiNozzo and McGee shared a look before turning back to Y/N.

"She took a beating, Gibbs," McGee said gently. Gibbs pressed his fingers to her neck and waited for her pulse.

"But she's alive," Gibbs said, letting out his own sigh of relief.

The three men froze when they heard a weak groan.

"Y/N?" Gibbs said gently. They held their breaths as they waited for her to wake up. "Come on, Y/N. Open your eyes for us."

"Boss?" Y/N said weakly.

"We're here," Gibbs said. "We got you, kid."

DiNozzo and McGee finished undoing Y/N's restraints. Once she was free, Gibbs gently helped her to her feet. She took a step, but her legs gave out. He instantly picked her up bridal-style.

"I got you, Y/N," he whispered. "I always got you."

Just then the EMTs came running into the room. DiNozzo and McGee stepped out of the way but closely watched the EMTs take care of Y/N. Gibbs never left her side. He helped the EMTs gently place Y/N onto a gurney.

"I'm riding with Y/L/N," he said firmly. "Wrap up here."

* * * * *

Gibbs sat in the waiting room when DiNozzo and McGee ran in.

"Where is she?"

"What did her doctors say?"

"They haven't said anything," he said, shutting both of them up. "They're still examining her."

DiNozzo and McGee sighed as they sat next to Gibbs. The three men waited impatiently for a doctor to come and let them know how Y/N was doing. A few hours passed and still nothing.

"Is she okay? Did they save her? I mean, I know you guys saved her but. . ."

"Abby," McGee gently cut her off. "They haven't told us anything."

"But it's been like three hours," Abby pouted.

"These things take time, my dear," Ducky tried to soothe her.

"For Agent Y/F/N Y/L/N?"

"Or it just takes Ducky," Gibbs smirked as he stood up and walked over to the doctor. "How is she, doc?"

"It took some time but we finally got her vitals under control," the doctor started to explain. "Once they were normal, we started to check her out. She's severely dehydrated, has serious malnutrition, and she has taken quite the beating. Her body is covered in bruises, cuts, and dried blood. She has several broken ribs, a busted-up lip, a bruised left eye, and a dislocated right shoulder. She took one hell of a beating, Agent Gibbs."

"We're aware," Gibbs sighed.

"Can we see her?" Abby asked, bouncing on her toes.

"She's still pretty out of it," the doctor slightly hesitated to say, "but I can send someone to get you once we have her in a room."

This time, it only took a little over half an hour before a nurse came and got them. As soon as the nurse walked up to Gibbs, the team jumped up. They followed her without a word down the hall and around the corner. When they stopped outside a room, she left them. Gibbs slowly opened the door.

They walked into the room and saw Agent Y/L/N sleeping in the hospital bed. Without a word, they sat around her room and waited for her to wake up. This wait wasn't as bad. They had the heart monitor's steady beep to hold onto.

"What do you plan on doing to the bastard who did this to our sweet Y/N?" Ducky asked as everyone watched Y/N sleep.

"I was thinking Cuba."

"You're gonna send the leader of a drug cartel in Virginia to Gitmo?" DiNozzo asked with a small chuckle.

"I can put a terrorism twist on it," Gibbs shrugged. No one objected or told Gibbs that that was wrong. If they had their way, Mendez would go through exactly what he did to Y/N.

"She's going to wake up, right?" Abby whispered. Gibbs walked over and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"She will," he whispered. "Y/N's strong. She's going to be okay. And we will be here for her when she wakes up."

They didn't have to wait much longer. A little under an hour later, the team heard something that made all of them relax.

"Someone. . . Help. . ." Y/N mumbled.

"Y/N?" McGee sat up straighter. They held their breaths as her eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Tim," she whispered. Her eyes slowly scanned the room and she took in the worried faces of her team. "You guys. . . You found me."

"Of course we found you, Y/L/N," DiNozzo chuckled. "We weren't going to let that druggie take you from us."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as her mind slowly cleared up and she remembered what happened the last couple of days.

"Did you. . . Did you catch him?" She asked, her voice breaking.

"We got him," Gibbs said instantly. Y/N's eyes closed but tears escaped as she leaned her head against the pillow. When she felt someone take her hand, so she intertwined their fingers. She opened her eyes to see it was McGee who was holding her hand.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Of course, Y/L/N," DiNozzo smiled.

McGee squeezed her hand as he gently said, "We always have your back, Y/L/N."

[theweirdgoodbyes]

“C’mon, lemme help you. You’re breakin’ my heart.”

It’s a Thursday night, the Eagles are playing against the Patriots, and Babe Heffron is one miserable son of a bitch. He had called Bill for an emergency meeting after a particularly gruesome day at work, which including him chasing a student eloping out of the building and down the streets of Philadelphia in 15 degree weather. Why administration hadn’t listened to him about needing locks on his doors, he’ll never understand. Babe ended the day freezing, frustrated, and with a pile of paperwork. He loved his job as a special education teacher, and loved making a difference in young lives. But days like today always brought him back to their familiar spot, The Currahee, much needed beer in hand. One beer had turned into two, and then three, and then Babe lamenting his lonely existence as a perpetually single gay man.

“Pussy hound Bill Guarnere wants to help me pick up a guy? Has hell frozen over?” Babe asks sarcastically, pressing two fingers to the pulse in his neck, “Am I dead?”

“Shaddup. Don’t act like the guys wouldn’t go crazy over me.”

Babe leans forward, reaching out to pat Bill’s arm, “Oh, baby, you drive me crazy alright.”

Babe would do anything for Bill Guarnere. When they were sixteen, and Babe finally understood why he didn’t look at girls the way other guys did, he was terrified to tell Bill that he was gay. Bill, all rough edges and macho energy, had been his best friend since the first day of kindergarten. “You tryna play?” Bill had barked at him the moment Babe stepped into the classroom, still clinging to his mother’s legs. From that moment on the two of them were inseparable. The idea of losing Bill was scarier than anything he could think of, and it took Babe months and several pep talks in the mirror to muster up the courage. So one fateful night, as they drank some stolen beers on Babe’s childhood trampoline, Babe just blurted it out.

“Bill, I like guys.”

Bill was silent for a moment, before tossing his beer over the netting and rolling on top of Babe to envelop him in a giant hug. Babe hugged him back and fought back tears against his shoulder, comforted by Bill’s gruff assurances that best friends forever meant forever. Ten years later, here they are, still thick as thieves, and Bill is adamant that all of Babe’s problems will be solved by getting laid.

“Alright, ‘nough of the funny business,” Bill puts his hands up, as serious as he could ever be. “You want my help or not? I’m tired of listenin’ to you piss and moan over what’s his face.”

“Henry,” Babe sighs, thinking of his ex boyfriend. They had only dated for the summer while Henry was doing an internship in the area. He had gone back to Buffalo in August, and Babe’s love life has been bleak since.

“Yeah, Fuckface McGee, him. You were too good for him, Babe, didn’t I always tell you that?” Bill raises a furry eyebrow, forgetting that according to him Babe was too good for every boyfriend he’s had. He had also taken up the obnoxious but well-meaning habit of running every guy Babe had ever spoken to through the database at the police station, with something as small as a speeding ticket enough to make him concerned. “How long have you known me?”

“Too damn long.”

“And have I ever steered you wrong?”

Before Babe can open his mouth, Bill points at him with a shake of his head, “Don’t answer that. Take a good look around this bar and take your pick. Daddy’s gonna help you.”

Babe looks around the bar. It’s a freezing night in January, so it’s only regulars like him and Bill who have no better place to be. He scans past familiar faces until he sees someone he doesn’t recognize.

“Him.”

Bill turns to look. This stranger is sitting at the bar, eyes laser-focused on the game playing above him. Babe can’t make out the color, but can feel the intensity in them from across the room. He’s got a short crop of black hair to match his furrowed brows, a bit of stubble, and lips that Babe is very interested in seeing up close.

“That guy? The little one with the face?”

“He’s not little.”

“You think he’s on your team?”

Babe keeps looking at this handsome stranger, taking more of him in. His gaydar has always been horrible, highlighted by the confident kiss he had once given his buddy Welsh only to gently be told that friends is all they would ever be. Babe runs on the assumption because it’s 2024, and the world is a much more accepting place than it was ten years ago, that trying to hit on a straight guy isn’t the worst thing that could happen. The stranger is still wearing his coat, despite the stuffy bar air, arms crossed and hands tucked under his armpits like he’s cold. He’s found a lonely corner of the bar, and the drink in front of him is empty. He’s got an air about him that’s says “leave me the fuck alone”, and Babe sees him shake his head when the bartender goes over. Maybe he’s getting ready to leave, he thinks. Babe starts to second guess himself, and begins looking around to see his other options. Handsome Stranger’s mysterious vibe is intriguing, but the possibility of rejection would put Babe in the ground after his rough day.

“I’m goin’ in,” Bill stands up before Babe can protest and struts over to the bar, misplaced confidence oozing out of him.

Babe can only watch in horror as Bill plops himself down next to Handsome Stranger, sticks out a meaty hand, and begins to jabber away. He decides that’s all he needs to see and sets his sight on the nearest TV just in time to watch the Eagles make a touchdown. At least it’s a good day for the Bird Gang.

A moment passes and Babe finds the courage to look back at the bar. He sees Bill stomping back over to him, face contorted in a scowl that Babe is all too familiar with. The conversation cannot have gone in his favor. The guy is definitely straight, potentially homophobic based on Bill’s visible anger.

“What did he say?” Babe dares to ask. He puts his glass to his lips, praying for a miracle.

“First of all, kid must be fuckin’ blind because he took one look at me and says ‘Absolutely not’.”

Babe chokes on his beer, sputtering foam all over the table. He pounds his chest with his fist, willing himself to breathe through his laughter. It’s not often that Bill faces rejection, and the obvious wound to his ego is something Babe will savor for years to come.

“So I says, ‘Listen, toots’-“

Babe’s laughter is cut short and he groans, because of course Bill would make an ass of himself, and by extension, Babe. “Bill, no, you did not call him ‘toots’-“

“I says, ‘first of all, you ain’t my type, with the lack of tits and that pissy pout-“

“BILL!”

“-and you ain’t for me, you’re for the poor fucker sittin’ over here’”, Bill plops back down in his chair, shaking his head. He finishes his beer and sighs, like the interaction has exhausted him, “And then I walked away before I punched him in the mouth.”

Babe just drops his head down on the table. This isn’t the first time Bill has been an absolute beast in public, and it certainly won’t be the last. Babe’s minuscule dream of a night not spent alone has been dashed.

“You need a muzzle,” he mumbles to the wood, “I’m gonna have to tie you to the pole outside. Put up a sign that says, ‘please don’t pet me, I bite’.”

“Don’t be a prick. Can’t say I didn’t tr-“

“Hey.”

Babe looks up and Jesus Christ, Handsome Stranger is standing right in front of him. Although the bar is quieter than usual, the man had appeared with such silence that Babe wonders if he appeared out of thin air. He can barely believe this is real, certain that the guy was either straight or so repulsed by Bill that all hope was lost.

“Hey,” he squeaks out. Oh, Christ. He clears his throat and repeats himself, “Hey.”

The guy stares at him with those dark eyebrows still furrowed, like he’s looking at something under a microscope. Suddenly self-conscious under his unrelenting gaze, Babe runs his hand over his forehead, trying to rub away any red mark that might be left from slamming his head down.

God, up close he really is hot. His eyes are somewhere between blue and grey, complimented by the blue scrubs he’s wearing under his coat. Babe feels his cheeks turning as red as his hair, but unable to look away from those unblinking eyes. Over the hum of distant conversations and game commentary, Babe wonders if Handsome Stranger can hear his heart thumping out of his chest.

“You his friend?” He sticks a thumb at Bill, who immediately straightens up.

“His best friend, actu-“

“Give me your phone.”

Babe could fall out of his chair. There’s no way.

“My what?”

“Your phone. It’s right there.” Handsome Stranger points to where it rests on the table next to Babe’s glass.

“Oh, yeah, sure, here.” Babe scrambles to grab his phone and unlock it, handing it over quicker than he would like to admit.

The stranger taps at it and then quickly types something in and hands it back to Babe. He looks to see his contacts open, with a new addition: Eugene Roe. He doesn’t recognize the area code, explaining why he’s never seen this Eugene before tonight.

“Cool beans,” is all Babe can think to say because holy shit, he did not expect Bill to actually pull through with this. When he looks up again, Eugene Roe is gone. He looks to the door just in time to see it swing shut, catching a quick glimpse of white sneakers walking away.

Bill gives him a shit eat grinning and grabs his shoulders to give him a rough shake.

“Cool beans? What are you, fuckin’ twelve?”

“I panicked,” Babe defends himself. He can’t help but smile and looks back at his phone. He wonders if it would make him seem desperate to text him right now. Yeah, it would, he decides, maybe he’ll wait an hour-

Bill cackles, a sound that shocks Babe back into reality. “Never say I never did nothin’ for you, even though that guy is already on thin fuckin’ ice with me. Now go buy me a beer. The king is thirsty.”

Babe happily obliges, making his way over to the bar in a half-daze. While the bartender pours Bill’s beer, Babe looks back over to where his handsome no-longer a stranger was sitting. Eugene Roe, he thinks, who are you?

(Now posted on my ao3 with some edits! https://archiveofourown.org/works/53977666#work_endnotes)

[smolthealmighty]

Spinaraki Week 4 Day 2: Enough & Load

Can I Be Enough?

Determination can go a long way, but even then a body needs to rest. So when Shigaraki's body finally forces a shutdown in the middle of fighting the monster that is Gigantomachia, can Spinner pick up the slack?

“Does you have are being stupid?”

Even with Gigantomachia beginning to recover from the boulder dropped on his head, Spinner couldn’t help but pause at Shigaraki’s question. “…What?” he asked as he regained his bearings and disembarked said boulder before Machia could try swatting him.

Shigaraki attempted to repeat his earlier question, “Is you are stupid be?” By now Spinner had reach Shigaraki’s side and judging by how far back his eyes were rolled into his head Shigaraki was not doing great.

“Are you seriously trying to call me stupid when you can’t string a coherent sentence together?”, Spinner exclaimed. “The plan worked didn’t it,” Toga yelled as she joined the two, panting somewhat from the aerobics she had to do to keep Machia distracted, “Now we know that the big guy gets briefly stunned by surprise boulders to the head!”

“Almost pancake danger!” Shigaraki hollered.

“It’s Machia, everything’s dangerous!” Spinner shot back. “Look, save the lecture for after your next three-hour nap, you sleep deprived dingus!”

Shigaraki took far too long to process what Spinner said, but responded with a simple flash of the peace out sign… then immediately face-planted the forest floor.

Rushing over, Spinner flipped his leader over to listen for a pulse as Toga checked his breathing.

“Oh thank fuck he’s not dead!” Spinner sighed in temporary relief.

“I’m surprised he was able to stay awake this long,” Toga fretfully commented, “but at least Dabi owes me money now.”

“Screw money! He can’t fight like this, we need backup! Where’re the others?”

“They should be finishing up their break!”

“Call them! Call them now!”

“There’s no service here!”

“Are you kidding me?! Find a hotspot!”

“I think service is better closer to the towns!”

“Then go!”

“Hold on I can buy you some time!”

Toga grabbed Shigaraki’s face and quickly licked off as much blood as she could, transforming into him as she gave Spinner one last bit of advice, “You’ve got five minutes before I change back, scatter!” With that, she started booking it down the mountain with Machia in pursuit, only slightly thrown off by Himiko’s evasive vanishing technique.

Refusing to waste any more time, Spinner quickly picked up his unconscious leader and maneuvered him onto his back, then yanked his scarf from around his neck to tie it around their waists, securing Shigaraki in a makeshift piggyback ride. As he began to run, Spinner ripped two pieces of fabric from his mask and tied them to Shigaraki’s pinkies to prevent any accidental decaying, knowing that he couldn’t keep his leader from getting killed by Machia if he himself died in the process.

‘He’s lighter than I thought he’d be,’ Spinner observed as he leaped over fallen logs.

‘I could’ve sworn he built some muscle while fighting Rockjaw McGee the past two months,’ he ruminated as he felt the ground rumbling as Machia pivoted to close in the gap he worked so hard to build.

‘Am I doing enough to help him?’ he questioned as he dodged the stones being chucked at him from afar.

‘Am I not carrying my fair share of the load?’ he pondered as he scaled a cliff face and cleared the edge just before Machia ran straight into it.

‘If I could just get a stab in, or maybe yeet another rock at his eye, would that be enough?’ he deliberated as he launched himself from tree branch to tree branch, with Machia swatting at the parts of the forest canopy where Shigaraki’s scent was but never landing a hit.

‘Fuck if I could just make this fight a little bit easier for Shigaraki once he wakes up, I wouldn’t feel so damn useless!’ he berated himself, Machia’s roaring engulfing all the sounds of the wilderness yet still unable to drown out Spinner’s own self-loathing.

It felt like days had passed, but was likely only a few hours after Shigaraki collapsed that Gigantomachia reached his 48-hour limit and ended his pursuit to bury himself into the ground for his nap. Every muscle in Spinner’s body was sore, but he had just enough strength to climb back down the cedar tree he had perched in, careful to make sure Shigaraki didn’t slip out now that the chase was over. He startled and moved to shield his leader when he heard the nearby rustling of foliage getting trampled, then relaxed as Toga burst through the bushes.

“We’re here,” cried Toga, with Mr. Compress and Twice hot on her tail, “Are you okay? Did you get squished?”

“We survived,” Spinner panted, shuffling over to the rest of his group, “barely, but we did.”

“Thank goodness you’re both okay.” Twice cried with joy, “We ran all the way up for nothing?!”

“Well look on the bright side,” Mr. Compress stated as he took in the mound where Machia had settled in for his nap. “Now that we’re here early we have more time to plan our next 48-hour match.”

“Shouldn’t we wait until Shigaraki wakes back up?” Spinner questioned. “Too late… ‘m up,” slurred a voice from behind him, and Spinner lowered down to let his newly awoken leader off his back. “What’d I miss?”

“You ate shit on the forest floor so Spinner outmaneuvered Machia while carrying your dead weight like a sack of potatoes!” Toga gleefully explained.

“Shit,” Shigaraki panicked, “did you die?!”

“Does he look dead to you?” Toga deadpanned.

“I mean did my quirk injure you?” Shigaraki clarified, checking Spinner over for cracks anyway.

“No I’m fine,” Spinner reassured him, “Just exhausted and frustrated that I couldn’t do any more than run away and try not to get us killed. I didn’t even get a single hit on Machia except that boulder.”

“Who cares if you didn’t land a meaningful blow? I don’t!” Shigaraki exclaimed, taking a second to face Spinner completely before continuing. “In the face of a man the size of a literal mountain, you held him off and kept me alive with only your physical abilities and intuition. In my book that’s more than enough. You’re enough, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise because I will fight them.”

Spinner really hoped Toga stayed silent because he knew he was flushed pink and if she chose now to start getting mushy, he would surely combust and undo all the progress he made in prolonging his friend’s lifespan.

[strawberrisncreme]

Only A Minute in Gojo Satoru's Mind.

{Read HERE on AO3 ♥ I promise the formatting is way better bc idk how Tumblr works anymore}

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto Summary:

*SUMMARY CONTAINS S2 ANIME SPOILERS* His mind struggled to reconcile the impossible sight before him. What stood there…was somebody whom he killed last year, with his own hands …his best friend.

AN:

Hellooo this is my very first JJK fic+ my first fic in 5 months wahoo idk what tf I'm doing I just know that SatoSugu makes me sad and fills me with yearning so this is the result of that :))   Will maybe? be OOC?? I tried my best though ;; ((AKA: My interpretation of satosugus relationship and the memories that flowed through Gojo in the 1 (one) minute that Kenny needed before locking up Six-Eyes McGee))

"Prison Realm, Gate Open."

"Yo!"

"Satoru."

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stood frozen.

The all-too familiar voice sent a sharp chill down his spine.

Slowly, mechanically, his body twisted toward the presence behind him.

"Huh?"

The world seemed to blur momentarily, his usual impeccable vision reduced to mere hazy impressions. The ambient noises of the subway station became drowned out by his own roaring pulse resounding in his ears.

"Long time no see."

His mind struggled to reconcile the impossible sight before him.

What stood there…was somebody whom he killed last year, with his own hands

…his best friend.

A fake?

Some kind of transformation technique?

All possibilities are rejected by his six eyes.

No.

It’s really him!

The corners of his mouth twitched upward.

The motion came to him easily, familiar, instinctual.

The result of years of habit etched into his very soul.

And then it all came flowing into his brain.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Bangs.

That’s the first word that pops into Satoru Gojo’s mind as he took in the appearance of the youth before him. Appearance-wise he didn’t seem all that special, jet-black hair with those weirdass bangs that only covered the left side of his face. But well, he’d be hard-pressed to meet anyone as special as he is, being the pride of the Gojo clan and the first person in four hundred years to inherit both Limitless and the Six Eyes (not to brag but he’s totally bragging).

The boy in front of him seemed completely uninterested and unimpressed as he gave Satoru a quick once-over before offering what was CLEARLY a smile for the sake of only being polite.

“Satoru…Gojo, is it? Pleased to make your acquaintance, my name is Suguru Geto. Yaga mentioned that we’d be pairing up for a mission today…although he didn’t mention that you would be an hour late.”

Satoru felt his left eye twitch at the tone that the boy- what was his name again? Suguru?? Anyway, that Suguru used with him. Two can play at this game. “Am I late? I hardly noticed!” He drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I guess some of us actually have important things to be doing instead of sitting around all day.”

Was he being petty? Sure! Is it true that he is maybe a little late by an hour or so??  PERHAPS!! But who’s counting really? Besides, he’d be damned if he was going to waste his precious energy being all polite and shit to someone who came swinging at him from the very start. 

The apprehension between the two hung heavy in the air as they sized each other up. Suddenly, a tiny laugh rang through the empty classroom that Satoru belatedly recognized to be Suguru’s cut through the tense atmosphere. “Is that so?” Suguru hummed, tapping his fingers on the desk in front of him. “Well, we’d best get moving then so you can get back to your ‘important things’, don’t you agree? Gojo-kun? 

And if it weren’t for the fact that Satoru was so focused on the way his name rolled off Suguru’s tongue, then he might’ve found it in himself to actually come up with a snarky response. Instead, he opted to grumble a few complaints under his breath before turning on his heel. 

“Yeah yeah whatever, let’s just get this over with. Geto-kun. ”

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Satoru gawked with open disgust as Suguru casually swallowed the small black orb that was once a rather disgusting looking spiky-wormy curse without batting an eye. “Blegh, gross. What do those things even taste like anyway?” Exorcising curses was bad enough, Satoru couldn’t even imagine having to eat them too. 

Suguru paused, “...Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” He shrugged, “Just trying to make some conversation, be friendly, blah blah blah-” Satoru’s monologue cut short as a huge tapeworm-thing pierced through the ground, lunging at him while filling the air with an annoying high-pitched SCREEEE .

“I’m sure it’s a difficult task for you, but let’s save the chit-chat for later! We’re in the middle of a mission here in case you forgot.”

“Haah? Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little danger, Geto-kun .” He taunted, easily dodging out of the way. “And here I thought that being able to use cursed spirit manipulation meant you were something like a Pokémon master…guess you’re just another weakling!” “Oh for the love of- JUST SHUT UP AND FIGHT ALREADY! ”

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“Hey, you’re still alive right?” Satoru carefully nudged Suguru’s prone body with his foot, his tone half-joking but also kinda worried as he scanned over the still-bleeding scratches littered across the other’s face. “It’d be really embarrassing if you died in such a pathetic way, you know that right? At least try and hold out until we can get outside the veil Geto-kun! You know the only one who can use reversed curse technique is that girl right? What was her name again? Shaka? Soho? Whatever. Anyways, my point is that I’ll never let you live it down! Not to mention you owe me for getting you out of there in one piece after all, I expect you to at least get rid of a few more of those things-” “You talk too much.” Suguru interjected, groaning as he shifted around, carefully positioning himself upright. “Besides, don’t just casually pronounce me as dead.” He grumbled before flashing Satoru a bold, confident smile. “I have no intention of dying any time soon.”

His blatant courage stirred something inside of Satoru… inspiration? Meh, probably adrenaline. Whatever it was, it gave Satoru Gojo a sense of exhilaration. “ You know …now that I’m looking at you, you’re actually kinda cool.” Satoru grinned, cracking his knuckles in anticipation. “Alright! But just so you know, if you do die on me, then I’ll kill you.” Suguru laughed.

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Shoko (righttt, that was her name!) brushed off her skirt as she stood, patting Suguru on the shoulder lightly. “All done~ good thing that you two have me in your year huh? Anywho, two packs of cigarettes will do as thanks Geto-kun! Since you seem the least likely to get carded after all~. ” “Thank you Ieiri-san…” Suguru smiled gratefully, “I’m in your debt.”

As Shoko floated out of the room, Satoru pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against, sauntering next to Suguru’s bed. “Speaking of debts…you also owe me. Remember?” He quipped, not that he actually needed anything when it came to money or material things. But if he was being honest with himself, there was something about Suguru Geto that piqued his curiosity. He wanted to know him better. 

“Ah…right.” Suguru looked at him cautiously, which, ouch. Did Satoru really seem that unapproachable? “...So? Name your price.”

Satoru paused, trying to make his tone seem nonchalant. “Got any cursed spirits in that collection of yours that can fly? Suguru . ”

A moment of silence passed between the two before Suguru burst out into laughter, the noise brightening the room and filling up a hollow in Satoru’s chest that he didn’t even know existed until then. “I do.” Suguru beamed. “Want a ride? Satoru .” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Three years of his youth. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The streets of Kawasaki buzzed with activity as waves upon waves of people crammed themselves into a small area for some type of festival. The tantalizing smell of food stalls wafted through the air, enticing passersby to indulge a little as stall-owners waved eagerly at customers to take a look.

The two Second-Years had just finished up a mission nearby, and decided to take a well-deserved break before heading back to Jujutsu High. Satoru stifled a yawn as he hovered behind Suguru whose attention was currently invested in a booth selling what claimed to be the ‘Best Hojicha Tea in all of Japan!’ which, sheesh , overconfident much? “ Suguruuuuuu. ” He groaned, purposefully turning off infinity to knock his head repeatedly into the other’s back which was actually really solid to his surprise considering how slim Suguru looked in his uniform. “Can we leave yet? I can feel my stomach slowly starting to digest itself! If I don’t feed it within the next 10 seconds I could die…and then who would be your best friend then, huh? And here I thought that you cared about me! Even Shoko wouldn’t be able to fix me if I were dead, you know that right? Suguru? Hey, Suguruu- ” 

“Is that so? Guess all that rumbling I heard was your stomach then Satoru . And here I thought it was a special grade curse making all that noise.” Suguru thanked the cashier before turning to face Satoru with his usual easy smile.

“It’s too hot here and you promised you’d treat me to ramen while we were in Kawasaki, yet here you are rambling on and on about tea leaves with some old geezer!” Satoru was aware that his voice was coming out more petulant than he would’ve liked but Suguru was used to his complaining at this point, BESIDES! He was hungry and tired of standing for so long. “Patience is a virtue, Satoru.” Suguru cooed, rubbing the back of Satoru’s neck comfortingly. “I’m almost done, I just need to find one more thing before we leave so hold out for a little while longer will you?” His voice was soft, which is extremely unfair because he knows how weak Satoru is to him when he talks like that.

“Fine.” He caved, “But I’m not following you. I’m gonna find some shade to rest under while you continue with your retail therapy.” Suguru chuckled, giving Satoru an amused look. "Suit yourself, Satoru. Just make sure you don't get into any trouble while I finish up here."

As Suguru weaved his way back through the lively crowd, Satoru found a shaded spot near a small fountain and decided to take a seat on its edge. He watched the people passing by, the vibrant atmosphere of the festival creating a pleasant backdrop. Despite his initial complaints, Satoru couldn't help but appreciate the energy surrounding him.

Just as he was about to drift off into a light doze, a presence in front of him caused his eyes to fly open. A mischievous smile played on Suguru's lips as he stood before Satoru, holding a pair of sunglasses. Even from a glance Satoru could tell that the silver frame was made from high-quality material, elegantly encircling each lens which upon careful inspection, had a bluish tint to them. 

"What do you think, Satoru? Found something interesting," Suguru said, holding the shades closer up for him to see.

Satoru raised an eyebrow, eyeing the mask with skepticism. "Don’t tell me you want to start wearing matching sunglasses? No offense but that just screams tacky Suguru."

Suguru chuckled. "Not exactly. I thought it would suit you. Didn’t you mention your current pair was starting to get scratched up? Come on, put it on. Consider it a souvenir and apology for making you wait so long."

Satoru hesitated for a moment, eyeing the sunglasses before finally relenting. "Well, if it's a gift from you, I suppose I can't refuse." He winked before taking the sunglasses from Suguru, appreciating the craftsmanship and the stylish design. As he put them on, he couldn't help but admit they felt surprisingly comfortable.

Suguru grinned, nodding in approval. "They look good on you, Satoru."

Satoru couldn't help the flush of heat that rose to his face, hoping the blush would be hidden beneath his new shades. "I guess I can forgive you for making me wait this time, Suguru. These are pretty cool." 

The two friends spent the rest of the day immersed in the festivities of Kawasaki, their laughter and banter echoing through the bustling streets. As the sun set and the vibrant lights of the festival illuminated the night, they found themselves at a ramen shop, finally fulfilling Satoru's earlier request. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Although it was just an instant… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The first snowfall of the year had blanketed Tokyo in a pristine coat of white. The city's bustling energy had quieted to a hushed serenity, and even the cursed spirits seemed to take a pause in their mischief. Amidst this winter wonderland, Suguru and Satoru found themselves unexpectedly united in a rare moment of peace.

On the outskirts of the city, where the snow lay undisturbed, the pair stood facing each other. The bitter cold nipped at the tips of their ears and their exposed noses. A mischievous glint sparkled in Satoru’s eyes as he glanced at the untouched snow around them.

"Hey Suguru… I challenge you to a snowball fight," Gojo declared with a playful grin.

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're on, Satoru. No Limitless allowed though, that’s just a natural cheat."

“Hah!” Satoru’s grin widened, “Not like it would make a difference! You’ll never land a hit on me.”

And so, the two powerful sorcerers began their impromptu snowball battle. The quiet landscape echoed with the sounds of laughter and the soft thuds of snowballs meeting their targets. Geto's precision and Gojo's speed made it a fierce competition, each trying to outmaneuver the other in the whirlwind of flying chunks of snow.

After a particularly intense exchange, they found themselves panting and covered in snow. A truce was silently declared as they sat side by side on a snow-covered bench, catching their breath. The quietness of the snowy landscape seemed to seep into their souls, the air was crisp and the only sounds were the soft whispers of the wind or the occasional rustle of a nearby tree branch weighed down by snow.

"Who would have thought that a snowball fight could be so... therapeutic?" Suguru remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Gojo chuckled, a rare genuine smile gracing his usually carefree expression. "Snow has a way of reminding us of simpler times, doesn't it? Before curses and duty were at the center of our lives."

Their conversation was interrupted by the distant chime of a nearby shrine bell, signaling the approach of the New Year. The significance of the moment lingered in the air, and they both felt the weight and the anticipation of the year to come.

"I suppose even you can be sentimental then," Geto mused, breaking the momentary silence.

Gojo nodded in agreement. "Maybe we should make this a tradition—annual snowball fights to remind us of the fleeting joy in life."

As they stood up from the bench, brushing off the snow, the cold no longer felt as biting. The untouched snow around them held the promise of a fresh start. The city lights in the distance twinkled like distant stars, and for that brief moment, there were no curses or obligations that held them back. They were simply Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo in a quiet, snow-covered corner of Tokyo.

“Let’s go home, Satoru.”

Hand in hand, they walked back towards the city, leaving behind them two pairs of footprints embedded in the snow. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

For Satoru Gojo... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Star Plasma Vessel mission.

Riko Amanai’s Death.

Applause.

Applause.

Applause.

“You’re late, Suguru. No, I guess you got here fast. There are several Star Religious Group facilities in the city after all.”

Applause.

“Satoru? Is that you? What happened?”

                                                                                       A ppla  use.

“I see you already saw Shoko.”

                             App   la  use.

“Yeah, she healed me. I’m fine now. No, me being safe doesn’t help anything here.”

“I screwed up. You’re not at fault.”

“Let’s head back.”

Ap      p  au  s e.

“Suguru. Should we kill these guys? The way I feel right now...I doubt I’d feel anything about it.”

“No. There’s no point.”

“No point…huh. Does there really need to be any point to it?”

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“Are you the strongest because you’re Satoru Gojo?”“Or are you Satoru Gojo because you’re the strongest?”

“What the hell are you trying to say?” “Listen to me!”

“If I were able to become you,”“This foolish ideal would become a lot more grounded and real.”“Don’t you think?”

“...” “Don’t think anything strange. Just please come over here!”

“I’ve decided how I’ll live my life.”“Now it’s just a matter of doing the best I can to achieve that.”

“...” “I’ll listen to you so please-”

“If you want to kill me, then kill me.”“There would be a point to that.”

"Say something!”

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“You’re late.” “Satoru.”

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“Do you have any last words?”

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“No matter what anyone says”“I hate those monkeys.”

“But”

“I never held any hatred for those in Jujutsu High.”

“I just couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world.”

——————

“Suguru.”

“ █ ████ ███ ”

———

“Pfft-”

“At least curse me a little at the very end.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

One minute had passed a long time ago. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“So.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Suguru Geto!” “Don’t you remember me? How sad…”

“All the information provided by my Six Eyes is telling me you’re Suguru Geto.”

“But.”

“BOTH MY HEART AND MY SOUL KNOW OTHERWISE!”

"Gate Close."

[mmiotw]

Molly McGee ending has got me thinking about the comic a bit, more specifically the timing of its inception. It doesn't feel like the show's been around for a while, but for some reason I feel like the fandom is about to enter its twilight years. Is that even possible? Do fandoms really die? I post a lot of TGAMM art but I wouldn't say I have a pulse on the fan base or anything.

This also extends to the other shows featured in the comic. It's interesting that Molly McGee and Big City Greens are the only currently running shows featured in the comic and I haven't even drawn any BCG comics. Are the fan bases for Owl House, Amphibia, and Gravity Falls even active anymore? I also wonder what the reception of the comic would be like if these shows were replaced with more active shows like Hailey's On It or Kiff. I'm sure those shows are great; I just haven't had time to watch them.

I just keep thinking about a scenario where 5 or 8 years from now, I'm able to successfully make a physical collection of these comics and they're completely incomprehensible to a new generation of disney channel fans. This scenario might be even more exacerbated with another Molly McGee adjacent project I'd like to do long after the comic ends. I just wonder if Molly McGee or any of the shows I'm making fan art for will still be remembered by that time. And if not, will I or this comic have any impact on the legacy of these shows?

Mad Interesting...

[cynsualc829]

The 4th of July celebration continues, and the Chef has a smooth jazz musical delicious menu for the occasion. Please tune in for The Smooth Jazz Kitchen Radioshow - She's The One Rebroadcast. Beginning at 1 pm EST, 12 pm CST, 10 am PST, 7 pm UK time on WPUR-DB PULSE INT'L RADIO The Listening Experience.

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The Smooth Jazz Kitchen Radioshow - She's The One

00:00 Mark Mixx feat James Gibbs III & MARK MIXX FEAT. THA STREET JAZZ CARTEL - Shane's Thang

00:05 Jhavali - Let It Flow

00:10 Will Donato - Dream Maker

00:14 d'Z feat Sandra St. Victor - Freedom

00:19 Blake Aaron - She's The One

00:24 Rohan Reid Music - Morning Kisses

00:27 Skinny Hightower - Goin Up Yonder

00:31 Michael Broening - The Way She Moves

00:37 Thasaintmusic - Vibe

00:43 George Benson feat The Robert Farnon Orchestra - A Song For You

00:46 Bill McGee II - Song For My Father

00:52 Tim Bowman - Ocean Breeze

00:56 Art Porter - Lakeshore Drive

01:03 Elan Trotman - Runnin' Hot

01:06 Plunky & Oneness - A New Fantasy

01:11 Cindy Bradley - Promise

01:15 Bryard Huggins feat B. Thompson - In Your Arms

01:21 Charles Langford - Big Sur

01:25 Eliane Elias Music - At First Sight

01:30 Quintin Gerard W - Tell Me Something

01:36 José Antonio Rodríguez feat Michael Lington - Qué Más Da

01:40 David Bach - Gymnopedie (Live)

01:44 Big Mike Hart feat Boney James - Cigar Lounge

01:50 The Crusaders - Street Life

[sleepy-achilles]

None Wrestling Au 2- Saving Skelly

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The sunshines bright over the valley. Kids laughter echos throughout it.

Leon looks away from his siblings towards the tree were his parents are sat. He rushes too them.

"How do I look Lee?" Shawn asks adjusting his cowboy hat. "So beautiful, papa" Leon smiles. Shawn smiles softly and puts takers hat on Leon's head. "How do I look?" Leon asks. "Perfect" Shawn whispers cupping Leon's face gently.

The soft touch suddenly turns to a rough grab. The sunlight changes to a overhead lamp and the laughter turns to cries.

The soft blue eyes shift too dark, cold eyes.

"You will tell me what you know Michaels!"

"Nothing.."

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"Its confirmed. The bodies belong to the young soldiers serving with Leon" cassie sighs. "And the leg? Its definitely Leon's?" Tony asks. Rhea looks at cassie tenses. "Yes" she whispers glancing over at the prosthetic limb. "And it came from that building?" Gibbs asks looking at the footage. "Yessir" abby nods.

The team look at a soldier rushes in. "Jethro gibbs?" He asks trying to catch his breathe. "Yes, you?" Gibbs asks moving closer. "Drew Mcintyre sir, I worked closely with Leon Michaels." Drew states. Cassie perks up and looks at the man. "I received this" Drew states handing over a box. Gibbs opens it. Dog tags.

"Did you see someone leaving with this box?" Gibbs asks. Abby stares at it. "Yes..we've got something" abby smiles. "Why weren't you with him?" Cassie suddenly asks. "We were both incharge of two groups. The new generations. I was on my own mission with my men when he went missing. They keep shipping me out since. I want to help, I took my yearly leave." Drew states.

Gibbs hands cassie the box. "Mcgee, Kate I want you in mtac for my eyes. Tony, rhea and drew, your with me. Cassie, abby? Find out everything about those men on duckys table." Gibbs orders before leaving. Cassie looks at the dog tags. "We're coming Lee."

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Leon's arms ache, his body is tired, he's hurt and yet he has fire in his eyes as he stares at the man.

'This man will not take me from my family'

"You're perfect" His papas voice echos in his head.

His vision is blurred but his eyes catch the glint of the guys knife as he moves closer. "We have to get rid of him now! You deal with the rest!" The guy yells.

Rest?

Leon's ears pick up the faint gunshots as he lowers his nub to the floor. He needs to be steady. He's weak, he's tired and he's damn hungry and thirsty. He needs to win.

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Gibbs kicks the gun away from the guard before moving to the ajar door. He slowly opens it and pauses at the sight.

The blonde is hovering over a body, bloody knife in hand. "Leon michaels?" Gibbs calls. The knife falls from the mans hand and his body follows. "I've got him!" Gibbs yells over comns before rushing in. He gets faint replies of coming as he reaches Leon.

He turns the man onto his side to see his eyes closed. "Weak pulse, we need to get him to the hospital quick" gibbs states. Before gibbs can even register what's happening, Leon's pulling the pistol from his hip and shooting someone behind him. Gibbs turns to see a final guard falling, a bullet perfectly between his eyes. "Got him" Leon croaks handing the gun over before going limp.

"Jesus lee" drew whispers as he walks in. "You got him?" Gibbs asks. "Yeah" drew nods kneeling next to Leon. "Tony-" "Already on it boss" Tony calls. "We have a truck waiting but we've gotta go now" Rhea states. Gibbs stands as drew picks Leon up and hoists him over his shoulders. "Drew?" Leon mumbles. "Yeah it's me. You alright Lee? Need anything?" Drew asks. "Yeah...my damn leg" Leon coughs. Gibbs smirks as drew chuckles. "Yeah, well get your leg" drew promises.

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"Wheres my boy?" Taker demands. "Dad please, he's safe now I promise" cassie pleads. "Cassie, where is he?" John asks softly. "They had to take him to hosptial before they could fly him. Gibbs promised me they'll fly him here as soon as he's cleared to fly" cassie answers. "And that I did" gibbs grunts as him, rhea and Tony walk in. "So?" Shawn asks standing. "Hes just down with our doctor, we think he pulled a stitch. He's coming up as soon as he's done to collect this" Tony states holding the leg up. Cassie tuts and snatches it off him. "Why do you have that?" Kate asks. "I forgot to grab it on my way out. Was gonna bring it and give it to him straight away" Tony shrugs. "Its a nice thought, does help to bring the leg though" Rhea huffs, sitting on kates desk behind cassie.

Nobody speaks as drew calls Leon's name. "I want to find that bastard and now!" Leon barks as he..hops closer. "Wow, lee-" John begins but Leon just shoves past him and towards gibbs. Gibbs stands and watches as the man rests his good hand on his desk to support himself. "Would you li-" "no. I want that bastards head on a plate" Leon growls. "Whos?" Gibbs asks. "The bastard who took me. He left the first day, here to Washington" Leon states. "Leon you need to get to a hospital!" Drew barks moving over. Leon pulls the sling off his arm and throws it at drew. "You goto the damn hosptial! I'm getting one back!" Leon growls.

Drew instantly throws it onto the floor. "These men and women put their life on the line to save your ass! And all you've done so far is shove it in their face!" Drew barks standing closer to him. Leon stares at him, his eyes examining his face. "You need to stop...you've lost a l-" "I lost nothing" Leon hisses facing him. A rookie mistake as he loses his balance.

Drew catches him and steadies him up. Leon lowers his head as shame fills him. "Im sorry. I'm sorry, thank you all for what you did." Leon whispers resting his hand against the desk. "Look, you saved my life in that room kid. I'll help you hunt this bastard down but you need to seek actual medical help" gibbs tells him. Leon just nods as cassie moves over. "You look like you need this" cassie whispers. That's when it hits Leon his family is here.

"Shit" he whispers accepting the leg. He glances at drew. "Ill grab my bag. It's got your stuff in." Drew mutters before moving away. Leon turns to see his teary eyed pa. "Papa" he whispers. "My baby" Shawn whispers moving towards him. Leon closes his eyes as shawn cups his face. "Im sorry" Leon whispers. "No. No don't be." Shawn sighs. "Were just glad your back safe" Taker sighs. Leon looks at John. "You idiot" John whispers before pulling him into a hug. Leon chuckles as his leg gives out. "Asshole" Leon whispers.

"Ari" gibbs mutters. Leon looks at the big screen to see it flashing with the words 'matched'

"Thats him"

Everything falls silent as gibbs and Leon's eyes meet.

"How did you.."

"He held my people hostage..."

"Then let's get this son of a bitch"

"Lets get him"

[shrinkthisviolet]

For the 5+ headcanons for an AU, maybe an AU where Wally gets powers from the original accelerator explosion?

Oooh interesting! Okay so:

Wally is drag racing when it happens. It shoots right through the glass and hits him square in the chest, his car swerves, and he slams into a wall. He is ofc sent to the hospital

Francine tries to manage things on her own for a few weeks, then she finally caves and calls Joe for help (partially due to Wally’s recurrent seizures and repeated "disappearing" pulse, and partly because she’s running out of money and can’t keep this up). She discovers that, funnily enough, Iris’s best friend had a similar incident the night of the accelerator. His heart keeps starting and stopping, he keeps having seizures…Francine agrees that’s what’s happening to Wally, that’s why she’s calling.

Joe hesitates then says he’ll help. Of course he’ll help. He doesn’t have the money to cover both of them for long, but Wally’s his son too, even if he and Francine have a fraught relationship. He’s reluctant to let Francine come back to Central, because a) that would require telling Iris the truth, which wouldn’t be fair given her current state of mind and b) his and Francine’s fraught relationship. Though I have to imagine that Wally would eventually be transferred to Central anyway, and Francine would move there, because it’s logistically easier for everyone. I just have no idea how the reveal to Iris could happen

Eowells swoops in at the eleventh hour and offers to help both of them. This…makes Joe, Francine, and Iris very suspicious, but the situation here is more desperate than in canon, so they agree. But Iris decides she’s going to dig into Eowells’s history, investigate how “generous” this is

What she finds is a trail of suspicious events—he’s originally from Starling City, moved to Central after the death of his dead wife, and iced out his friends, which wouldn’t be so suspicious except that STAR Labs emerged just a few years afterwards and kept growing, that Tess Morgan merits brief mentions in the first chapter of his biography despite supposedly being integral to STAR Labs (the original intended co-founder),…that he talks about Tina McGee with a vehemence that seems almost personal despite his biography not mentioning her at all (backed up by Tina herself describing Eowells as "almost a different person from the Harrison I knew" when Iris interviews her about it). Plus, the deeper she digs, the more she uncovers more and more evidence of a fixation on Barry. All of this taken together means that Iris has a story on her hands…and she might not be a journalist yet, but that won’t stop her from pursuing this

By the time Wally wakes up, he gets a lot of information revealed to him at once 😅 as does Barry. The plot has largely moved on without them. Idk if Eowells has been apprehended yet, but if not, then it’s a near thing…so even while he trains them, even while they let him, they’re part of an ongoing plot to take him down. And…obviously, neither of them are quite as attached to Eowells as canon Barry. Though they are much more brotherly to each other from the get go—it takes a little adjusting, but less so without the big Flash secret between them

Also ofc during this whole thing, Francine gets into rehab and slowly but surely her addiction improves. I'm not remotely educated enough on this topic to give specifics regarding timeframes and the how and why of how that happens 😅 but it would be a significant plot point in this AU if I ever wrote it

send me an au idea and i’ll share 5+ headcanons about it!

[dramareads]

Finished - Book: Reign By Katherine McGee

I just finish this book and the series. I love it!! I would recommend this series for people who like to read: YA, history, royals, or people who like to read with a bit of real-world, but not. I would also recommend this to teens and young adult to read too. I have given this book a rating of 3-star rating because there were some part were a bit long, but understandable need to explain. She did close up some characters, but there were one character in this book she did not close up and left me hanging with question. Does this mean there going to be a ...what you called it? novella about this unfinished character.

My Goodreads Reading Progress:

March 29, 2023 – Shelved

March 29, 2023 – Shelved as: to-read

June 21, 2024 – Started Reading

June 25, 2024 – page 32

"Okay, Beatrice, girl wake up from your coma girl, everything is (well putting it kindly) mess and you need to decide which boy you love. Also, Samantha, girl you deserve love. Jefferson, boy don’t you know you are being tricked and that “baby” is either not real or not your because this girl have been cheating on you with your friend."

June 27, 2024 – page 32

"Come on Nina! I can believe you are going to fall for this theater kid name James. You could do better. ::eye roll:: Okay, fine you can try to on from Jeff, but with James. Come on! ::eye roll:: THANK GOD! for Samantha. Samantha you have perfect timing. :D"

June 27, 2024 – page 40

"Okay! Daphne, you should be afraid for people to spoil your plan. You and I know that there are people (like Nina and Ethan) who know the truth. You FAKER and LIER! You don’t deserve to be a royal!! You FAKER and LIER!! ::major eye roll:: ::middle finger in the air:: My support goes to Nina. Long live the true Princess Nina!! Samantha quickly helps Nina and Jeff and get back with to your love."

June 27, 2024 – page 103

"Oh Samantha, you will always be my princess royal and Thank God! Beatrice woke up hearing your voice. But it is terrible that she couldn’t trust you like before. Queen Beatrice I wish I could hug and hold you so…sorry you couldn’t remember what happened. Nina, girl why? ::hand to my head and shake my head:: don’t NOT James! Most definitely NOT JAMES!!"

June 27, 2024 – page 134

"Okay, F**k Nina James is Prince!! Okay yes move on. Nina girl, you got to know that these guys like you for you. Beatrice don’t worry everything will be alright, but girl, you’re the mother f**ken Queen of America! so Lord Madison put him in his place or strip him and his family of their title or even behead him (cruel but very powerful) :evil smile: (if you can’t tell I hate Lord Madison and his family.)"

June 28, 2024 – page 136

 "Okay, Daphne 😒 Karma is a b**tch and I am glad you deserve it. Also girl, when are you going to let your guard down? It’s a whole lot of me this and that, me, me, me. 🙄 Samantha, whatever you are thinking about with your old crush Liam, please don’t cause a mess with your relationship, please. 🙏🏻 Beatrice, you broke my heart. 💔 you will regret breaking up with Teddy. 😭"

June 30, 2024 – page 160

 "Daphne and Ethan should be together and not her and Jeff. There is more chemistry between her and Ethan than her and Jeff. Jeff chemistry with is more of an obligation than pulse racing kind of chemistry."

June 30, 2024 – page 160

"Nina, I want to be with you and encourage you to go on your little adventure. Let go of being afraid and show the world who you really are (or your new you). Then Jeff will get a wake call to his brain, also Nina, don’t completely fall for James because you guy are still finding who you are? So don’t settle, not yet."

June 30, 2024 – page 160

"Okay, I have to give you clap Daphne for being smart about Gabriella. She did give the press your nickname the poker princess, but careful on work you are doing you could lose it all. Why am I being so caring towards you Daphne? Darn it! Daphne! Look what you got me doing? Darn it! Now! I don’t know who to dislike?"

July 1, 2024 – page 168

 "Beatrice let deal with one thing at a time like congress is staging a coup to overthrow you. Then you can go after Connor. I am curious Beatrice after you find Connor then what? Do you think everything is going to be okay?or is it going to be like how it was? And there are those what if? Questions. Beatrice will like the outcome."

July 1, 2024 – page 185

"Sam, I just hope you a Marshall comes together. Long distance relationship will be tough, but you need to decide what you are going to do? With you and Marshall, you and Liam, do want to stay in Washington? or do want to go back to Hawaii where Marshall is? By the way Sam, you really need to talk to your friend Nina because you guys need to help each other out."

July 1, 2024 – page 160

"Nina! I get it James is a prince but whatever happened to stop and thinking about it. What happened? One kiss you are ready wanting to lost it with him? Is it because of the beer? Is it? Nina, I just don’t get it? You are constantly thinking about Jeff and now you are kissing and about to lose it with James? I just don’t understand? Why?"

July 2, 2024 – page 160

"Daphne, just do us and your heart a favor just be with Ethan. You guys are meant to be together, you guys have madding chemistry. The chemistry between you and Jeff is more of an obligation that is the feeling between you two. With Ethan you are more happy and fun, also enjoyable and less annoying. Sorry but not sorry."

July 2, 2024 – page 206

 "Beatrice, first you go girl! You got Texas on your side. Now for Connor it seems like you didn’t like the answer or maybe it not the answer you want to hear, but that is what it is."

July 11, 2024 – page 275

"I really like how Samantha finding self without the royal title. I feel like she is growing as a person and the Washington people love it. Nina what the F is going on you need to decide Jeff or James. If she asking me she just need to take some time to think. Also what is Jeff is still going through with the wedding? And I am glad that Beatrice is getting help from Teddy."

July 13, 2024 – page 306

"Samantha please make your decision on your relationship with Marshall because this whole thing about you are with him and then you don’t know you want to be with him. Please decide. Daphne do all us a favor and do with the email blackmailer that is to call the wedding off you and Jeff don’t love each other and you know it and Jeff know it too."

July 13, 2024 – page 306

"To the author, you made my heart break with Nina. I just wish I was in the car with her to hug her and comfort her to say it okay. Uh…this break is needed for her to find herself but why does it hurt? Uh 😩"

July 15, 2024 – Finished Reading

"I just finished reading this book and I like how the author wrapped up the ending, but there is one question for the author. It is what ever happened with the love triangle between Nina, Jeff, and Jamie? Who do Nina end up choosing? Jeff or Jamie? Now Jeff is heir, how does Nina feel about that? I am sorry, I do like how the book ended, but it wrapped up some characters like Samantha, Beatrice, and Daphne, but Nina was not quite wrapped up. It let off with her struggling between Jeff and Jamie."

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slowly, carefully, romana has tried to coax jacqui out of her shell. the woman has clad herself in some rather impressive armor for such a shameless journalist, she has stood tall & proud in the face of kate stewart & played UNIT for fools, & yet she stumbles over her words around romana. it almost made her proud, that it was not the two hearts in her chest or the specter-like delicate tone of her third incarnation, but a simple crush that made jacqui mcgee tremble. one wonders what'll happen when romana does reveal her true nature, tempted to place another comforting hand over jacqui's shaking fingers, but her pulse might just give her away too early.

instead romana's hands find purchase in her lap, fingers interlocking as she sits on her chair, all of pride & patience, glad that she can finally tell someone other than k9 about her novel. about her lives & adventures turned into fiction. romana takes a deep breath before answering the torrent of questions, eyes rolling to the tiled ceiling of the common room as she spins the inspiration & falsehood together to form her answer,

“ luandra, well, she is the tight lipped rule following overachiever of the prydonian academy. beloved by the teachers, hated by the other students. she is stuffy & haughty, cold to the touch. it's sigma, the unnaturally talented class clown, who gives a taste for trouble. ” she chuckles, all of warmth & fondness, the doctor really did change her for the better, only for gallifrey to take it all away.

“ it's a fairly basic dynamic, two characters who complement one another. i based sigma off an old teacher of mine from saint cedd's college, a professor who played himself far dimmer than he really was, & who told me of all his wild adventures as a young boy. you would never think he could survive in academia. ” it made a certain kind of sense, chronotis was a hero of the doctor, why not mold them into one?

“ the warrior princess, sheila, is antithetical to everything lundra & sigma know. they think they've stumbled onto a primitive culture, one that's no match for either of them, only for the princess to rescue them time & again, proving herself wiser in all the ways they are not. it's what draws her & luandra together, the clash of culture, a chance to learn about the unalike. inspired by a woman i knew while working at the bibliothèque mazarine in paris, ” bibliothèque, french for libray, hopefully it doesn't make her sound pretentious. “ she was, ” romana pauses, lost to reminiscence & a search for the right word, one that might fluster jacqui. “ she became a lover of mine, former lover, & all because she looked so lost in a big baroque parisian library. it's funny where one stumbles into these sorts of things. ”

"What can I say? I like to be ahead of the curve." A teasing lilt to her tone, though her hands still tremble underneath the table. Bravado and bluster, a facade she had perfected over several turbulent years. Though her desire for truth and her boundless curiosity was nothing but genuine, fear had followed closely ever since that chance encounter with Kate Stewart, since that night she can still only remember glimpses of. Balling her hands in to fists, she smiles, her heart still drumming against her chest.

It has to be fear. The alternative would almost be worse.

The structure of an interview allows her to cut through it all. Though supposedly casual and off the record, treating their conversation as a q&a keeps her focus steady. Answer given. Next question. "So that's the express version of the novel, sounds like a fun romp. Bit Star Wars." She raises her eyebrows almost dismissively, before falling back into her journalist persona, chiding herself. "Sorry, that's not fair. I don't know much about science fiction other than... this." She motioned around her. Frankly, she hadn't touched anything related to aliens and outer space since getting involved with this lot, not without being reminded of the humiliation she suffered professionally or the fact that she can't even look at a shop dummy without shaking. People would call her mad all over again.

"Tell me a little bit about the characters. Luandra, Sigma and this warrior princess, was it? Where did you get the inspiration from? Or are you one of those authors who claims that everything just appeared fully formed? Is it plot heavy or more character driven? What have you got planned for the future?" Deep breath, too many questions, let the interviewee breathe. "In short, what reason would you give me if I asked you why I should read your book?"