#gregs just being dramatic about it

[higurehige]

So texas just declared rebellion against the united states ....I live in Texas.... Not really sure how that's gonna go down but, alright, guess we're just fillin out the square that said "civil war" earlier than I expected....

[lunawlw]

im thinking about new ocs for my story :J . . the vibes of the two are kinda as followed

[motleyfam]

AU in which Little Timmy Drake is 100% convinced that his neighbors are Batman and Robin, but he’s wrong. He misinterpreted the signs. In reality, “Batman” is just some random dude bro named Kyle with a vendetta and an unusually-short-but-fully-adult acrobatic friend called Greg who acts as his Robin, and Tim’s neighbors are just genuine-himbo-good-dad Bruce Wayne and his adopted sons.

Cue Himbo!Bruce and his kids picking up on the fact that their 9-year-old neighbor is left home alone a little too often and trying to invite Tim over, and Tim internally panicking like “oh no I can’t possibly stay, who’s gonna protect Gotham if I’m keeping Batman from his patrols??” And Himbo!Bruce just thinking Tim’s got some run-of-the-mill anxiety about sleeping over at a new house and that it’ll all be cured with hot chocolate and game night and blanket forts

Basically just a whole huge misunderstanding with a dramatic reveal of Tim declaring he knows their big secret and Bruce being like ??? “That I got hair implants??” 🤨

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Imagine House who can tell something is off with you but can't figure out what. It bothers him immensely, and he gets prickly about it. Now, when you finally tell him you're pregnant, he damn near has a heart attack.

A/n: I LOVE THIS!

House loved you.

Truly...you were the one person besides Wilson that seemed to see the best in a cynical bastard like himself.

But of their was one thing he couldn't stand not being able to figure something out and right now you were putting him in that moment.

House had knew something was off with you, and it was driving him crazy. You'd been acting differently for weeks—distracted, quiet at times, and oddly sentimental in others. You’d smile at him like you had a secret, then brush it off when he asked you what was going on.This was maddening. He hated being out of the loop.

His frustration started bubbling to the surface in typical House fashion—sharp comments, teasing questions disguised as jabs, and an almost childish insistence that you were hiding something from him.

“You’re fidgeting,” he said one evening as you both sat on the couch. He gestured with his cane as if it were a pointer, accusing you as if you were on trial. “You never fidget. Unless you’ve taken up a secret career as a poker player, there’s something you’re not telling me...what is it?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, trying to keep a straight face. “Greg, not everything has to be some big mystery.”

“Except when it is,” he shot back. “You’ve been weird lately. Quieter. Glowing, but not in your usual annoyingly optimistic way. It’s like…sunshine and overpowering of sunshine but with a side of nerves. So Spill.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. He was so perceptive it was almost unfair, but this time, you didn’t feel quite ready to tell him. Not yet, not when you had to make sure“Maybe I’ve just been working too much.”

House narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. “Or maybe you’re secretly building a bunker for the end of the world. Honestly, that seems more plausible.”

You laughed, leaning into his shoulder. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you love me,” he quipped, poking your side gently. But the smirk on his face faded as he looked at you, his eyes searching yours. “Seriously, Y/n. If something’s going on, you can tell me. I’m not as scary as I look nor as fragile."

You hesitated, your smile faltering for just a moment before you shook your head. “Not yet, Greg. I’ll tell you when I’m ready....please."

With a grumble, House relaxed into the couch but this was far from over.

It was a week later, and House was still obsessing over it. He found himself analyzing every move yoy made, every shift in your tone. He was annoyed—at you for keeping him in the dark and at himself for caring so much.

But that night, you decided it was time. You couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer, not when he was practically bursting with curiosity. They were in his apartment, eating takeout, when you set down your fork and took a deep breath.

“Greg, we need to talk,” you said softly.

House froze mid-bite, his brain instantly jumping to the worst-case scenario. His eyes narrowed. “That’s never a good start. Are you dying? Did you cheat on me? Wait, don’t answer that—I’d know. I’m a doctor.”

You shook your head, smiling at his dramatics. “No, I’m not dying. And no, I didn’t cheat on you.”

“Well, that narrows it down to alien abduction or—”

“I’m pregnant.”

The words hit him like a freight train. For a moment, he didn’t react at all, just staring at you with wide eyes as his brain worked overtime to process what you'd just said. Then, slowly, he set his takeout box aside, his hands suddenly feeling too clumsy to hold anything.

“You’re…pregnant?” he repeated, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. His heart was hammering in his chest and he could have sworn he might have a heart attack.

You nodded, watching him carefully. “Yes. About two months.”

House blinked, his usual quick wit completely failing him. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out. Finally, he let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I…you’re serious?”

He didn't know how that was never an option in his made up scenarios. Maybe it was due to him thinking it couldn't happen, that he didn't deserve to be happy, didn't deserve this.

He could see it now, now that you said it, now that he got a proper look at you. You had a soft glow about you. The one he'd often see in expecting mothers in the hospital, the subtle curve of your stomach. He suddenly felt like an idiot now.

“Yes, Greg,” you said, your tone gentle. “I’m serious.”

He leaned back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling as if it held all the answers to the universe. “Holy crap,” he muttered. “I’m gonna be a dad.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his stunned expression. “Is that a good ‘holy crap’ or a bad one?”

House looked at you then, his blue eyes wide and unguarded in a way you rarely saw. Slowly, a small, almost boyish smile spread across his face. “It’s…a terrifying ‘holy crap.’ But I think it’s also a good one.”

Relief washed over you, as you reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “I know it’s a lot, Greg. But I think we can do this. Together.”

He squeezed your hand, his mind racing. “We’re having a baby,” he said again, as if saying it out loud would make it more real. Then, in true House fashion, he added with a smirk, “This kid’s gonna have your brains and my charm. God help the world.”

You laughed, leaning into his side. “And your sarcasm, I’m sure.”

“And your optimism,” he countered, his tone softening as he looked at you. “Kid’s gonna be unstoppable.”

For the first time in a long time, House felt something he rarely allowed himself to feel: hope. Sure, he was terrified. He had no idea how to be a father, but as he sat there with your hand in his, he realized something important.

He wasn’t alone in this. And maybe, just maybe, he could figure it out—with you.

[vanrocelin]

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[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Could I request a House fic with the general prompt being a Doctor/Patient pairing? Like House is attracted to (reader) patient. Your choice of fluff or smut

So sorry it's late but this is my first House fic so I wanted it to be good! Hope you like it!

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Dying's Easy

House x reader

description - you don't want to do the surgery and House is determined to change your mind.

word count - 781

warnings - talks of death, illness, terminal illness, hospitals, surgery, being put under.

a/n - my first House pairing fic so let me know what you think!

Masterlist

REQUESTS OPEN - request here

Your whole body ached and felt like your blood had been drained and replaced twice over. You tried to curl up onto your side, in search of the comfort you received from such a childlike pose. But the wires and your fragile bones screamed for you to stop. You fell back onto the bed as tears of frustration poured down your cheeks.

A knock from a distinctly wooden object halted your crying. Upon seeing the face of your doctor you quickly wiped away your tears. But he had already seen.

He limped forward and place a chocolate pudding cup and spoon in the space between your hands. Before moving away he squeezed one of your bony hands, a little part of him sunk at the feel of your fragility.

“I got you a present.” He gestured to the dessert with his cane.

You looked at him suspiciously. “They’re free for patients.”

“I never said I paid for the present. Does our love mean so little that you must attach monetary value to it.” He dramatically placed his hand to his heart in faux hurt.

You giggled. “Thank you.” He smiled at the flicker of joy but his frown returned when he saw your hands uselessly attempt to open the cup in spite of their shaking. He rose and took the cup and opened it for you.

You gave him the sweetest smile you could muster but sunk down in the realisation of your inability to complete the task.

He went back and dragged his chair closer to your bed as you slowly tucked in to the delicious treat. Only taking small bites.

You had come to enjoy the frequent visits with your doctor. It seemed he only needed to be with you to soothe his own worries which you saw furrowed on his face. His team had often remarked how unusual his behaviour was, comparing him to manic genius with no sense of empathy. You found their quips funny especially because of how anachronistic they were to the man who helped you fix your pillows any time you so much as squirmed.

“I heard you’re refusing the surgery.” You halted your eating, your face fell. Of course it was this.

“I just don’t want to.”

“You realise you aren’t choosing between some cosmetic alteration, this is the choice between living and dying.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to live.”

“That’s ridiculous everyone wants to live.” He rolled his eyes.

“Living’s tiring.” Your voice became childlike in your admittance. This shocked him as his focus was no solely on you. “I’m tired, Greg.” Your words shook and were on the precipice of falling. He took your shaking hand in his and they lay linked on your bed.

“I know.” He cooed. “I know I’ve been wrong before, but I know I’m right about this. I won for you, now just let me fight it. For you.”

You still couldn’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, afraid you’d crumble.

“Being alive is the worst.” You giggled at his dark quip. “But dying is the easy way out.” He used a finger to gently poke your cheek as you tried to contain your smile. “And I never took you for a coward.”

He sat there with you for a full hour. You dropped in and out of sleep but he couldn’t bring himself to let go of your hand.

Eventually Cameron came to prep you for surgery. House still did not let go.

You lay on the table and the surgeons bustled around you, the anaesthetist approached with the gas. House stood next your head and softly stroked your eyelids to offer some comfort.

“Just one thing.” You managed out. “If I don’t wake up, there’s something I’d regret not doing. Can you kiss me?”

House was stunned for a moment and looked around at the surgeons managing one ear on  the interesting turn of events. He carefully leaned down and planted the softest kiss onto your cracked dry lips. As soon as you connected he felt the stress leave your body and you welcomed whatever was to come. The gas mask was placed over your nose and mouth.

“See you in a bit.” House teased.

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Your heavy lids fought open and your blurry vision focused on the outline of your hospital room. Despite the post surgey pain, you could sense that everything else was gone. You were going to be okay. You strained your neck to turn to the side where your eyes landed on House, who’s bedraggled clothes indicated where he had slept waiting for you.

“Welcome back.”

You reached out a weak arm and cupped his cheek.

“Thank you.”

[quantomeno]

Further discussion on the theme of 'fallible gods' in Bionicle

I want to preface this by saying it is ironic that the fandom so heavily idolises Greg Farshtey and hangs off his every word when the story is literally about how those in control of a universe can make dumb decisions.

With that aside...

Bionicle has a few core themes and the story does an excellent job of keeping them at the forefront despite the constant changes of genre and tone. Today we will talk about how Bionicle explores the idea that those in positions of power (or who have great abilities) are as human as anyone and thus just as liable to err. The following follows on from discussions in this post and also the video linked in that post, but I'll probably repeat a lot of that stuff anyway so you don't need to read/watch all that.

Bionicle begins with a world of myths and legends. The audience is positioned to identify with the Matoran and be amazed by the strength of the Toa and the wisdom of the Turaga, yet as time goes on it is revealed the Toa are actually quite childish and the Turaga have been lying to them. Then we see Metru Nui: a world of technological wonder lead by the wise yet firm leader Turaga Dume. Turaga Dume who approved of the Vahki. Turaga Dume who gets impersonated by the big evil guy and no one really notices. We meet Toa who have betrayed their cause, we meet Toa who lose, we meet Toa who were once Matoran who then became the Turaga we revered on Mata Nui.

And from then on, the revelations only get bigger: the universe's spirit is a robot whose neglect for its inhabitants led to its own demise. The being that caused the fall of the robot is not the mystic entity of darkness, but just an overly dramatic bit of smoke in a suit of armour who has an aggrandised ego. We see Matoran go to save Toa and become heroes while also making their own mistakes, being plagued by internal demons and making difficult sacrifices.

Then we see Mata Nui as a 'human': he takes on the form of those who created him, the Glatorian (I just realised I said the Great Beings were Agori but they're Glatorian. I forget they're different species). And he learns to be 'human'.

And then we learn that the reason for the whole robot universe's existence is because the Great Beings neglected their own duties and made the robot as a way to save their planet.

All this is pretty straightforward though; I'm just setting the groundwork. Because I think there's one final level to this which rarely (if ever) gets discussed, and I alluded to it a bit in that preface: us.

See, I like to think that the Great Beings were, in some respects, meant to represent the child playing with their toys. Bionicle is a story about creation (and destruction) and so much of the story is tied to the physical sets. If the makers of the Matoran Universe are the Great Beings, then doesn't that mean the child playing with the Bionicles is, in a sense, acting out their role in the story? They are the ones who build the Toa and the Matoran and the Turaga, who give life to their stories by telling them with the toys.

The other side the idea that anyone can be a hero is that heroes are just like everyone else. We are all fallible and even those with great power make mistakes. However, it is when you believe yourself to be better than others that you make the greatest errors. You eschew unity since you believe you can go win alone, you forgo your duty because you consider it beneath you and you believe you deserve a more glorious destiny. The Great Beings are just 'some guys' because we are just 'some guys'. The Matoran are just 'some guys'. So are Terry and Mata Nui. Everyone in life (real life) is just 'some guy' (I should say some person but guy sounds funnier and it evokes the everydayness of things). No one in power or authority is inherently deserving of that role; they must work towards it and show their worth. While they may have talents that make them better in some way, they are subject to the same foibles as anyone.

No life is more special than another, for all life contributes to something greater, every act can bring so much goodness if only you can see it. We are the Great Beings, we have the potential and the skill and the knowledge to achieve so much, but only if we can understand the value of the littlest thing, because we are fundamentally no different from the least of us. Toa should not forget they were once Matoran, just as Great Beings should not forget they are Glatorian.

Let's end with a fitting quote from Ihu:

You are mistaken, Nuju. All of life is a journey, and the journey is not about how high you climb or how far you walk. It is about what you learn on the way, and how you choose to use that knowledge. Use it to help others, and the glory of Mata Nui will live inside you. Use it only for yourself, and though you may walk among us, you will have no more spirit than a block of protodermis.

[blueiscoool]

Roman Sculptur Head and Bust Discovered at Burghley House in England

A mysterious 1,800-year-old Roman statue has been unearthed during car park construction work.

Now taking pride of place on display within the dramatic Hell Staircase at Burghley House, the marble head of a Roman lady was discovered by a digger driver in spring 2023, closely followed two weeks later by a marble bust.

After being cleaned, experts dated the sculpture from the First or Second Century, with an iron dowel added later, allowing it to be attached to a bust or pedestal.

This type of adaptation was often carried out by Italian dealers in antiquities during the late 18th Century to make excavated ancient fragments more attractive to aristocrats travelling in Italy on what was known as the Grand Tour.

It is believed that it was during one of the ninth Earl’s two tours to Italy in the 1760s, when he purchased many antiquities, that he brought the sculpture back to Burghley.

But it remains a complete mystery how the head and bust ended up buried in the park, with explanations ranging from a bungled burglary to someone simply discarding the statue and it later being covered by soil.

It is also unclear how long it has remained hidden underground before being discovered in late April 2023 when the new car park was nearly complete.

It was during work on an overflow parking area, at the edge of the main site, that digger driver Greg Crawley noticed a pale object amongst the lifted earth, which turned out to be the head. Thrilled with the discovery of the ancient artifact, to everyone’s amazement just weeks later a second discovery was made within a short distance of where the head was found, when the bust was also unearthed.

Both items were immediately taken to Burghley’s Curator before being sent to a professional conservator who was able to carefully clean and consolidate the figure, revealing the features of a beautiful Roman lady, before reassembling both pieces as they had been intended. The find was also reported to the British Museum, which maintains a database of such discoveries.

And when the House opens again for the 2024 season, on 16 March, the remarkable find will be on display, together with an explanation about its discovery, and alongside other sculptures that were purchased by the ninth Earl.

[watchfuldeer]

the thing about tom and greg is that yes, the nero and sporus scene in 3.04 for instance is homoerotic, tragic and heartbreaking, yes it says a lot about tom’s neuroticism/his unhappiness in his marriage/queerness, and greg’s ability to fend for himself/ability to see tom for who he really is etc but it is also one of the funniest and strangest scenes in the entire show.

tom and greg’s subplots have always been a vital component of succession - their dramatic function being primarily comedic does not make them inessential. this is after all a show that was developed by a comedic writer, who is also the showrunner, and is written by a core group of people who have long careers in comedy and satire. some of their finest work across the seasons has been with tom and greg, who are an incredibly popular aspect of the show for that reason.

i really love kendall, roman and shiv but while they quip and squabble and lie to each other and grieve, they don’t have the comedic truth of a dynamic like tom and greg. comic relief does not mean some inconsequential sidebar on succession (i would argue that it rarely does in anything, but that’s a different post), it’s necessary to the plot. it’s where the big dramatic themes are played with and mirrored, made absurd, even whimsical, and above all honest.

having to stuff so much plot into season 4 now logan has gone has absolutely decimated the show’s internal structure. not because they haven’t written subplots, we know they exist, but because they simply don’t have space to include them. succession used to be many things, and for three episodes now has been mostly one thing, because there is no time for B plot - it’s all A plot, all the time. it feels weighed down, as opposed to mercurial - like, i was just getting bored last episode. i was bored during a succession episode! we the audience need relief: it enhances the A plot significantly and always has done. now, it’s getting cut for time and without it the show is suffering. the shift in editing has made the drama mawkish, and the comedy insubstantial, neither of which are particularly enjoyable effects.

i’m really, really hoping they can find that equilibrium for these last four episodes. this post might sound overly critical, but i am still enjoying succession. i’m more frustrated by post production decisions, as it just feels like a different show in ways that seem to be a product of foiled writing ambition and time constraints rather than actual creative intent.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Broken Bonds- Part 11

Former (ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, BabyDaddy! Jay Halstead x Reader

As your due date gets closer Jay talks to Mouse, you start to struggle with some things that you refuse to burden Jay with and Voight announces what the new partner arrangement will be once you come back to work after Adeline is born.

Warnings: the usual

“Lil mama, please let me help you” you heard Kevin right before he was at your side offering his arm. You smiled “I can walk up stairs by myself still Kev” but took his arm nonetheless because honestly? It was easier going up with help and you were working closer with him than anyone else considering he was the most technologically inclined out of everyone else so you were trying to teach him any tricks you knew that he didn’t for while you were out on maternity leave.

He held the gate open after scanning his palm and the two of you walked up the stairs. “How close are you planning on working?” he asked and you shrugged, running a hand over the beachball you’d once called a stomach. Ok maybe beachball was overly dramatic but that was how you felt most days. “At least if I go into labor here every person in the building has some sort of first responder training” 

He shook his head “Just say you hate being sitting still. I know you” you laughed with a nod “That too” when the two of you made it upstairs you noticed Jay and Adam were gone, Hailey was on her computer and Kim was talking to Hank. “Where’s Jay?” Kevin asked you and you shrugged “Believe or not he doesn’t tell me his every move Kev” he laughed “My bad mama”

Hailey cut her eyes up with a smirk “Him and Adam went to talk to a witness to that armed robbery we got called to yesterday” you waved a hand at her “See? It’s Hailey’s day to keep up with my baby daddy”  She shook her head “You guys keep annoying her I’m gonna start playing bodyguard”

You turned towards her with a grin “Forget any man. Hailey Upton, Will you Marry me?” “Hey now! What did we miss?” you turned to see Adam and Jay coming back in through the hallway, both wearing matching grins. Hailey stood up and walked over to you, wrapping an arm around you “Snooze ya loose Jay. Addy may be a Halstead but Y/N is taking my last name”

Jay cut his eyes at you then looked back at Hailey before shrugging “Ya know what? I’m not even mad about it” Adam cracked up laughing.  Kevin shook his head “Lil mama we gotta get to work” 

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You nodded and turned to grab his arm so the two of you could head down to the tech room but about that time Hank stepped out of his office “Listen up” 

Everyone turned to face him as Kim came over to join the rest of you. He nodded at you then Jay “Once Kidd comes back from maternity leave you two know you can’t be partners anymore” you looked at Jay and he held your eyes for a second before dropping them and nodding “Yeah we figured as much” he replied and Hank nodded “I can’t chance something happening to you both. So Kidd since you’re already working with him and you two have partnered in the past you’ll be with Atwater from now on” 

You winked at Kevin who bumped his arm against yours. Hank looked at Jay then Hailey “Halstead, you and Upton will be partnered” “Try not to sleep with this one” Adam blurted out and Kim slapped him behind the head then shot you an apologetic look “He’s an idiot”

Voight gave Adam a look and Adam quickly said “Sorry Jay,Y/N, Hailey” nodding to each of you in turn. Jay shrugged “Don’t worry about it man” Hailey took it in stride though and motioned between Kim and Adam “Are you of all people supposed to be a relationship expert Ruzek?”

“Ohhhhh” Kevin and Kim laughed at Adam’s expense and you covered your mouth to hide your smile. Adam just nodded “I deserved that one” 

“How the hell did you learn all this?” Kevin asked as you ran down the workings of another program. You shrugged “I watched Mouse.If I wanted to know how to do something he’d take the time to show me, even if he had to break it down little by little until I got it” He shook his head “He would’ve laughed his ass off at you pulling his move on that agent” 

You grinned up at him from the computer “Ya think?” he nodded “Oh yeah! You got that mixture between the tech stuff you’ve got the handle on and how badass you are. Addy is gonna be proud to show off her mama” you shook your head at him “You’d say that regardless Kev. You talking me up is like Stella talking me up”

He sat back down next to you and started watching what you were doing and following along with how you were showing him to do it “Doesn’t make it any less true” a pain shot through your hips and you inhaled sharply causing him to whip his head in your direction “Please tell me that aint her trying to come early?”

You shook your head with a laugh “No uncle Kev, your niece is waiting to meet you. That was just some nerve pain from her getting bigger and slowly running out of room” he grimaced “You need something? Want a heating pad or something? I think Platt has one” you shook your head “It’ll pass, they normally do”

“Normally? How long has it been happening?” you cut your eyes at him  “It is normal. I can call Dr Asher and let you ask her. Jay knows it’s happened just not how often. That poor guy shouldn’t have to focus his life around me. I wish he’d go out, go to Mollys, go out on a date. Something so I don’t feel like the biggest bitch who ever walked the streets of Chicago”

“Do I need to call Stella?” he asked with wide eyes and you shook your head, covering your face with both of your hands “If you love me you will forget anything I just said”  “Or? You could talk to me?” he offered and you shook your head, slowly lowering your hands “Adam already hit a nerve I could tell, whether he meant to or not. I’m not discussing parts of Jay’s personal life that I don’t know if he’s comfortable with you knowing or not. I’m sorry”

He nodded “I get it but can I ask one thing?” you nodded “If he doesn’t want to go out why is it so important to you for him?” you shrugged “He shouldn’t want to spend time with me like he does Kev. Mouse shouldn’t still love me. On some level they both should resent the hell out of me. I just don't want him to put his life on pause when he doesn’t have to. A part of me wishes he’d drop me to just being his child’s mother and Mouse would say he’d never want to lay eyes on me again.”

He put his arm around you and pulled you over onto his shoulder “I don’t blame either of them. They see how amazing you are. They’re grown men sweetheart. They’re capable of making their choices, quit holding it on you. If you like having Jay spending time with you and Mouse loving you, is it that bad?” Was it that bad? You did love Jay too. That was a reality you faced. You’d always loved Jay in some way. Losing a partner was every cop's worst fear but now the idea of Jay getting killed? It terrified you to your core. 

He was Adeline’s father and had been so good to you during this insanity and pregnancy. A part of your heart would always be his, it only seemed fitting since Adeline was a mixture of the two of you but what happened if Mouse came back? If he asked you if you loved Jay, how were you going to answer? 

“Can we talk about something else?” you asked and Kevin nodded “How about a ping on the suspect's phone?” your eyes flew up to the screen and you grinned “That’ll work”

You were back up on the main floor of intelligence when everyone came back, Adam shoving the cuffed suspect into an interrogation room while Jay escorted another man to a room down the hall. “Playing a game of who’s gonna flip first?” you asked Hailey and she nodded “Voight thinks neither is the brains behind the operation and if you talked to either of them you’d agree”

You cracked a smile at that before asking “Who’s up?” “Jay and Kim are going in on one guy while Kev and Adam are going at the other” she laid an evidence bag on your desk with five cell phones before giving you an apologetic look “Was hoping maybe you could find something we could use on them?” you winked at her “Only because you’re my favorite, feel free to rub it in to Jay” She laughed “Oh I so am!”

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Turns out Hank was more than right. Within the hour the unit was gearing up to roll out along with a half dozen patrol cars they had waiting to take down the leader of the two they’d brought in. You helped Hailey tighten her vest then helped Kevin. Some things you could still manage. 

Jay grinned when you looked his way but you shook your head. Kim had secured his vest and you did not want to be teased again of how “adorable” you looked. “Be safe” you said with a look around the room then started to head back up the stairs. “Wait up” you heard Jay and stopped with your hand on the railing to face him “You’re not walking me up. Go!”

He laughed “Fine, damn. Can I tell Addy bye?” you nodded and he ran a warm hand over your stomach “Be good for your mama baby. I’ll be back soon” you shook your head and he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead so you gently pushed his chest “Go” he grinned again before turning to catch up with everyone else. 

Hailey caught your eye and smiled before walking out behind Kevin. You trusted your unit to have each other’s backs but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t worry every single time they rolled out about all of them, even if you worried about Jay the most because of Addy.

You looked up the stairs and groaned, maybe you should’ve let Jay walk you. As if an answer to an unspoken prayer the door leading down opened and you heard Trudy “Stay down there. I’m coming to walk up with you”

The takedown was a success so once the paperwork was done Hank released everyone to go home. “We’re going to Mollys. You two in?” Adam asked, looking from you to Jay. He’d apologized to you, Jay and Hailey individually also. Before Jay could answer you patted his chest “I unfortunately am in need of a warm shower and comfy clothes but please Ruzek, if you love me and want to be Addy’s fourth favorite uncle..drag her daddy out for the night”

Jay cut his eyes at you so you gave him your best innocent smile “I’ll be fine. I can probably even talk Voight into escorting me home if you’re that worried I may spontaneously combust between here and my apartment” when everyone backed you on the fact that you needed rest and he should come out his shoulders dropped “Fine, I’ll see you later and call if you need anything” you shook your head “Almost as if I’m a detective with the same first responder training as you”

He shook his head “I hope Adeline isn’t as stubborn as you” “Like you’re not stubborn?” Hailey quickly came to your defense and you couldn’t help but grin “I fucking love you Upton” Adam waved a hand “Now she’s doing the partner thing” you looked over at him and winked “Kim’s my next target” which in turn made her blow you a kiss, Kevin start laughing and Adam just look stunned for a moment before he said “Yeah, after being around you and Jay both this many years…I fear for her kindergarten class”

It was almost strange being home without Jay. He’d been staying with you so often you were fairly certain the nights he did stay home the purpose was to do laundry and make sure the neighbors didn’t call a welfare check on him. You didn’t mind it and wasn’t exactly going to tell him he couldn’t stay. A new arrangement would be figured out after Addy was born and the adjustment period of transitioning from a baby on the way to a living breathing little person that the two of you were tasked with keeping alive. 

You picked at something to eat then grabbed a shower, leaving your clean hair down before changing into a maternity camisole and a soft pair of lounge pants. You weren’t sure if Jay had spoken to Mouse yet, one was being tight lipped in person and the other was still only sending the bare minimum in emails. You wanted to talk to Mouse more than a message here or there. He would ask about your health, the baby’s. He’d tell you he loved you and hoped you were safe and doing well. 

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The crow was about halfway through on your television when Kevin texted you:  He is kinda pathetic man you laughed reading the message then sent back Jay?  He sent back a face palm emoji No Ruzek. Yes Jay. This man won’t leave me and Upton. He’s been hit on multiple times and some of em were good looking women something about texting your best male friend about your baby daddy not taking the bait of being flirted with was just weird enough to not be weird to your life the way it currently was.

I told you! I don’t know what to do you turned your eyes back to the movie as Kevin texted again Talk to the man! Please! This is just sad you laughed and sent back I will. I promise 

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The crow had just finished and you were starting to turn lights off when your phone rang and you saw Jay’s name flash across. You picked it up and smiled as you answered “Yes Mr Halstead?” he groaned “I went out like you asked but I’m tired and your place is closer” you tsk tsked “I told you if you want to stay here just ask, no excuses needed” he laughed lightly “Can I stay there? I wanna be close to my babygirl tonight” 

You smiled as the babygirl in question did a flip. “Better get here soon, I’m leaving the door unlocked and going to bed” “Don’t you dare…” you hung up before he could say anything else.

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Within about ten minutes your front door was opening and you heard Jay call your name out. You stepped around from the bathroom where you’d been brushing your teeth, “I kept eyes on it at all times and my gun was within hands reach” you said before he could start and he shook his head “Failing to mention you’re eight months pregnant”

You shrugged and moved to put your gun in the locking drawer next to your bed before looking back at him “Gonna get comfortable or sleep in those jeans?” He shook his head “And everyone is thrilled to have two of you?” you paused, halfway in the bed “Because it beats two of you, besides I didn’t hear you complaining about one of me when we made her and I don’t hear you complaining about one of me when you’re in my bed”

Both of his eyebrows raised, a smirk slipping onto his lips “Did I strike a nerve or get the blunt end of pregnancy hormones there sweetheart?” You shrugged again, climbing up the blanket and pulling it up over you “Maybe a little of both?” 

He nodded slowly then kicked his boots off before unzipping his jeans and pulling them off his hips to lay across your dresser. He winked at you when he slipped his shirt over his head and it joined the pile “Well in that case I’m sorry because technically either one would be my fault”

You turned over to get comfortable but felt when the bed dipped under his weight. One of his arms slipped around you and his hand brushed against your stomach “Goodnight sweetheart, both of you” “Goodnight Jay” you replied so he pulled his hand back then turned over himself to get more comfortable.

You weren’t sure what woke you up. You ran a hand over your stomach as the other wiped down your face. The alarm clock said it was barely midnight. You turned to see if maybe Jay was having the beginnings of a nightmare and that woke you but his side of the bed was empty. Ok that was a little weird.

You pushed yourself into a sitting position with a small grunt. The bathroom door was open so you knew he wasn’t in there. Your bedroom door was cracked slightly so maybe he’d gone after a glass of water?

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You pushed the blanket off and swung your legs off the bed. You’d barely made it to the door and were about to put your hand on the knob when Jay’s voice hit your ears “She loves you Greg. No matter what has happened that has never changed”   

Your knees weakened when you realized he was talking to Mouse.You blinked back tears, trying to decide if you should listen or go back to bed because letting your presence known was not an option.   You heard movement and realized Jay was pacing and it inadvertently put just him on the other side of the door. 

You covered your mouth with your hand to not make any sound when Mouse’s voice just barely hit your ears “I’ve wished a few times it was as simple as walking away from her. Find someone new. Hell I’ve tried” 

“Not that easy huh?” Jay chuckled lightly and you closed your eyes from the wave of emotions currently washing through you. Bed, bed was the best option. You quietly made your way back to the bed and laid on your pillow, one hand drawing patterns across your stomach that Addy followed with her foot. You just needed to go back to sleep.

Jay was fast asleep when the hard vibrations of his phone on your side table made him jolt awake. He blinked a few times then looked to make sure he hadn’t woken you up before grabbing the phone. When he saw the number his stomach dropped, it was Mouse.

He cut his eyes back at you before climbing out of bed. He swiped the phone to answer it as he stepped out of your bedroom, pulling the door mostly closed behind himself. “Hello?” there was a moment of static that he knew was the line connecting before Mouse’s voice hit him “Hey Jay”

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging lightly at the locks before sitting down on your couch “How-how are you man?” “Really Halstead?” Mouse asked and he laughed weakly “I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to say here” 

Mouse let out a breath “How’s Y/N? Everything going good?” Jay nodded, one hand going to the st michael necklace he hadn’t taken off since you’d given it to him  “She’s ok, health wise” he didn’t know what else to say. This was thin ice and he didn’t want to shove either of them under.

“Is she happy Jay?” Mouse asked and Jay knew him well enough that he could hear the stagger in his breath that meant he was trying to hold it together. “I don’t know how to answer that honestly. She’s excited for the baby, she’s gonna be partnering with Kevin postpartum.She picked the name Adeline for the baby and Hailey has proposed to her twice” He actually got a laugh out of Mouse at that one “Jesus that would be a couple to burn down Chicago”

They both started to speak at the same time then laughed nervously “Go ahead” Jay offered and Mouse cleared his throat “I shouldn’t have threatened to kill you, not in front of her anyways” a small smile slipped onto Jay’s face “Not like she minded, she just wants me alive because of Addy”

“Do you love her Jay?” the question made the smile fall from his face. “Addy?” he asked quietly and Mouse said “No” Jay let out a breath, looking around your apartment before standing “She loves you Greg. No matter what that has never changed. There’s never been a moment that she wasn’t sure about the fact that you’re the love of her life” 

His feet began to lead him in the small space around your living room, looking for an outlet for the anxiety he felt at this conversation.  If it wasn’t for the slight noise in the background he would’ve thought Mouse hung up “I’ve wished a few times it was as simple as walking away from her. Find someone new. Hell I’ve tried”  

He didn’t know where this was coming from but if he needed to get it off his chest he was going to let him “Not that easy huh?” he chuckled. “Yeah, no matter what the woman looks like who’s flirting with me…no matter what she sounds like or what part of the world we’re in..I see her. I want to hate you Jay, I meant in that moment that I wanted to fucking kill you. Maybe a part of me still does”

“I get it Greg. I really do. If I was in your shoes? I’d hate my guts until the day I died” Jay’s voice was so low he wasn’t sure Mouse had heard him before he said “You’re my best friend Jay. She’s the love of my life. I don’t know how to get past this but I have to for my mental status and sobriety when I get home” 

“Are you coming home just to walk away from her?” Jay asked and was met with a prolonged silence “I want her happy Jay”  “You don’t understand how much she’s struggled with every decision. From going through with the pregnancy to telling you” “Why did you tell me? That late?” Mouse asked, cutting him off so he explained what happened with Rev in Mollys. “I’ll kill that son of a bitch if I ever see him again” he couldn't stop a smirk from crawling across his face “I told her you’d kill Rev first then kill me”

The good humor drained from them both when Mouse said “You never answered my question” Jay sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face “I don’t want you thinking it’s like that because I swear to you it’s not” “You do love her” it was a statement, not a question but Jay still felt the need to clarify “I’ve always loved her, she’s my partner”

“What am I supposed to do here Jay?” he asked and for once Jay was clueless “I don’t know man. What happened, happened. I regret the action but not the consequence because I already love my little girl. You have got to believe me nor her would have ever hurt you. I get how messed up everything is. Me and her have both been in therapy for months so we got the leg up on that”

“I love her, Jay. Even when she told me she slept with you, even when she told me she was having your baby…that love didn’t go away…it ripped my fucking heart out but the pieces that are left belong to her” Jay could feel his heart thudding rapidly in his chest. Should he wake you up to talk to Mouse?  “Greg..” “No, just listen Jay. I’m not going to come home and expect her to jump into my arms. She’s not some prize to be won. We both know she’s an amazing woman in damn near every way but I can’t not have her in my life. Man to man I’m telling you if she doesn’t want me I’m not being an asshole to her about it. I’ll be her friend and consider myself grateful but I’m also asking you if she does end up wanting me will you ever be ok with me being in your daughter’s life?” 

Jay fiddled with the chain then took a deep breath “Man to man? All of this is going to take time. She’s not due for another month so you still have seven after that then Glynco. I am Adeline’s father, that fact won’t change and I’m going to be there every step that I can be for her and her mother. I want you to make it home safe just as much as Y/N does but just know if she wants you back and you get Addy used to you in some way and you end up hurting both of my girls? It’s not gonna be good between us man. Y/N fucking loves you, I love you. I know you still love her and you wanting this call tells me you still have some love for me. Us that are here in Chicago have agreed we’re all one big family for Addy. In for a penny, in for a pound”

Mouse was quiet for a moment then said “Always knew you’d end up making a good dad” That made Jay falter, he hadn’t expected that. You’d told him he was going to be a good dad, Will and Stella had assured him but he hadn’t expected it to come from the man he’d known for so long and went through so much with. “I’m just trying to be a decent man or as decent as I’m capable of” he joked and heard Mouse chuckle lightly “Sounds like a baby is doing you good then. I’ve got to go. I um..I want to talk to her but this close I don’t want to stress her so will you let her know you talked to me and I’m good”

“I will” Jay promised so Mouse said goodbye then the line crackled twice before going dead. 

After a few minutes Jay stood and walked back across the floor to the bedroom. Your back was turned to the door but he knew you weren’t asleep just from your breathing “Sweetheart? Mouse is ok” you turned over slowly and his heart broke seeing the drying tears on your face “What’s wrong” was to your side in an instant, sliding into the bed next to you.

“I’m fine Jay” you whispered and he nodded “Yeah, cause I always cry when I’m fine” you laughed wetly “I’m not judging” he shook his head and moved to sit against the headboard before gently tugging you closer. Your head was over on his chest, his arm wrapped tightly around you “Talk to me” he whispered and you shook your head “I’m fine Jay. Addy is ok. Can we just go to sleep?”

“That’s it” he mumbled and you were about to ask what he was doing when his hands moved to your hips “C’mere” you gasped when he lifted you from next to him to be sitting across his legs, damn near in his lap “Jay! You’re gonna hurt something picking me up”

“I can pick Kev up, Adam too” he glared at you as he said it so you laughed “I wasn’t petite before this but now I barely feel like I’m fitting in my jeep” he shook his head “You know you’re beautiful, quit fishing for compliments and tell me what's wrong” 

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You turned to bury your face in his neck before saying “You and Greg both have hit pause on your life because of me and it’s not fair. You should both have a life, I’m the pregnant one” “No we did not” he argued so you leaned back to cut your eyes up at him “How didn’t you? You won’t date or go out because you’re afraid something will happen to me and the baby. He apparently tried to get over me and couldn’t”

He leaned down to press a kiss over your pulse point “Our choices belong to us. I’m here because I want to be. Mouse can’t move on because he still loves you. Remember telling me I was stuck with you because of Addy? Guess what? That goes both ways. I’m always going to be in your corner, just like I’ve always been” you nodded “Can we go to sleep” he laughed

"Of course sweetheart, where do you want me?” “Can you hold me?” you asked and he nodded “Get comfortable”

You moved to your side, curling up a little to get comfortable. Once you stopped wiggling he laid down and slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest while his fingers started tracing patterns on your stomach “I do love you Y/N” he whispered and you covered his hand with yours “I know Jay and I do love you too. I’m still scared for the future and facing him with Addy, seeing him meet her” he leaned up to kiss your temple “No more thinking, just sleep” 

You finally gave up and closed your eyes, letting the heat from his body lull you to sleep.

@desimarie12 @waywardhunter95 @allisonargent144

Part 12

[vigilante-3073]

Daddy's Girl

Gregory House x Pregnant Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is a stay at home mother who is at the end of her rope with an unruly toddler. She makes a desperate call to her husband in hopes that he can stop is daughter's rampage.

TW: Tantrums, mentions of emotional distress/depression/pregnancy, House being House.

D/N: Daughter's name

Y/N was an author and had taken a step back from her job when D/N was born. Y/N and House had been married for eight years and had one rambunctious three year old child.

D/N was a daddy's girl from the moment she was born, clinging to House at every opportunity. She was her father's little angel and could do absolutely no wrong when he was around.

Y/N had recently found out that she was pregnant, now eighteen weeks along with hormones that kept her emotions on a hairpin trigger.

D/N had recently encountered some big emotions of her own, dissipating into screaming tantrums at the smallest things. Y/N could only handle so much, already running around the house from sunrise to sunset every day.

Y/N cleaned, cooked and looked after their daughter every day. House was often working until the early hours of the morning, sleeping in late and leaving for work when he woke up.

Y/N felt like she was losing her mind, barely able to keep it together when D/N started wailing about being given the wrong color plate.

D/N threw the plate onto the ground with a shriek, falling to the floor dramatically and rolling around while wailing like a banshee.

Y/N wanted to walk out, but she tried to remain calm and talk to her daughter. Every time she opened her mouth, D/N screamed louder and drowned out the sound of her voice.

Y/N felt her eyes well with tears, staring down at the squirming child as she kicked and pounded her fists on the floor. Y/N grabbed her cellphone and walked down the hallway, stepping into the bedroom and slamming the door behind herself.

Tears began pouring down her cheeks as she dialed her husband's number with shaking hands. Y/N ran a hand through her hair as she paced across the floor, listening to the line ring.

The line clicked as he answered the call, "What's wrong?" House asked.

Y/N's lip trembled, "D/N is a monster. I gave her the wrong color plate and she threw her food at me! She threw her food at me and started screaming! I can't handle it, Greg. I need- I need your help. She won't stop and I can't do it anymore," Y/N sobbed.

"Is she hurt?" House asked.

"No, she's just- she's evil! She won't stop screaming and she won't listen to me. This happens every day and I can't take it," Y/N hiccuped, breath catching in her chest as she continued to pace.

"Alright, calm down. You need to take a breath, okay? " House said.

Y/N huffed, "I can't do this, Greg," She mumbled.

"Yes, you can. Catch your breath and take a minute before you go back out there. If she's still losing her mind, ignore her," House stated.

"There's gotta be something wrong with her, Greg. She's- She is driving me crazy. She just keeps screaming and wailing all the time, it's endless," Y/N said.

"Alright, I'm on my way. Just calm yourself down, okay?" He questioned.

Y/N nodded, "Okay," She mumbled, pulling the phone from her ear and hanging up.

...

House could hear his daughter screaming from the hallway as he approached their apartment. He knew that D/N could be fussy, but he had never heard her behave like that.

House unlocked the door and opened it, grimacing at the sheer volume of his daughter's wails. He stepped into the apartment, quickly spotting his wife sitting in the armchair.

Y/N watched her daughter roll around on the floor with a blank expression, her arms were crossed and her eyes were red.

Y/N had been having trouble with weight loss during this pregnancy, House assumed that it was an increase of morning sickness but he didn't ask. Now that he saw what his wife dealt with every day, it was obvious that Y/N was severely depressed.

"Hey!" House yelled.

D/N stopped screaming immediately, rolling onto her belly and looking up at her father. House watched her as she stood up, rushing over to him with a whimper.

"You threw your food at your mother. No hugs for bad girls," House stated.

His daughter's lip trembled as more tears welled up in her eyes, Y/N shook her head silently, obviously assuming that House would cave in.

"Go to your room and don't come out until I tell you to. Go, now," House said sternly.

D/N turned and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door before she threw herself onto her bed, resuming her tantrum with full force.

"Is she always like that?" House asked.

"Every day," Y/N mumbled, staring off into space.

House pulled his phone from his pocket, dialing a number before lifting the phone up to his ear.

"Who are you calling?" Y/N asked, he held up a finger.

"Hey, I need a favor. Can you come watch D/N for a few hours?" House questioned, listening to the person's response.

"Perfect, thank you... Oh, and you might want to bring some earplugs," House said, pulling the phone away from his ear and hanging it up.

House made his way over, sitting down in the couch beside his wife. He took her arm, pressing his fingertips against her wrist and looking down at his watch.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Checking your pulse," He said, falling silent as he continued to count.

House released her arm, "Feeling okay?" He asked.

She shrugged, "I guess," Y/N muttered.

"Don't guess, be honest," House said.

"I'm tired, Greg. I'm just so unbelievably tired," Y/N stated.

"Why didn't you tell me how bad it was?" House asked.

"It wouldn't make a difference, she doesn't act like that around you... She just hates me," Y/N mumbled.

"D/N loves you... She's a toddler and they throw tantrums. She'll grow out of it soon enough," House said.

"Yeah, right as the next baby grows into it... I mean, if I can't handle it already, what am I gonna do with her and a newborn? There's a part of me that just wants to leave and never come back," Y/N said.

"You're depressed," House stated.

Y/N looked over at him, "A diagnosis doesn't change anything," She replied.

"There are treatments we can try," House offered.

"I don't want to try anything," Y/N said.

"Fine, we can talk about it another time, but we are going to talk about it at some point," House said.

A gentle knock sounded from the door, "Stay here. I'll be right back," House said, making his way over. House opened the door, stepping out of the apartment and closing the door behind himself.

"Is everything okay?" Wilson asked.

"No, Y/N is depressed. It's bad," House said.

"What are you going to do?" Wilson questioned, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

"I have no idea," House stated.

"Let me know if I can do anything to help," Wilson said.

"Right now, I just need you to watch the kid," House said, Wilson nodded.

"You can go in, Y/N is in the living room and kid is in her room. I just need to make a call," House said.

...

House walked Y/N into the office, she stiffened when she realized where he had taken her, "House, I'm not doing this," She snapped.

"You need to," House stated.

"I don't want to," Y/N replied, moving to step around him. House caught her wrist, he opened his mouth to say something before the door opened.

"Doctor House, this must be Y/N. Nice to meet you, I'm Doctor Nolan," The man said, making his way over to them.

"Your husband told me that you've been having a bit of a hard time recently. Why don't we step into my office and talk?" Doctor Nolan asked.

"Respectfully, I'm not looking for a therapist," Y/N said.

"I'm not looking for a patient... Just give me forty-five minutes of your time and you can be on your way," Doctor Nolan said.

Y/N shifted on her feet, she looked around herself nervously, "I don't want to do this," Y/N said softly.

"Can you tell me why?" Doctor Nolan questioned.

"I don't want to lose my kids," She mumbled, House tensed.

"Nobody is going to take your children. Right now, our main concern is you and your health," Doctor Nolan said.

"If I can talk to him, you can talk to him," House assured.

"Okay," Y/N mumbled hesitantly.

"Right this way, Missus House," Doctor Nolan said, gesturing in the direction of his office.

Y/N made her way into his office, Doctor Nolan followed after her before closing the door behind them.

House took a seat in the one of the chairs, waiting patiently while Y/N spoke to the doctor.

House knew that antenatal depression was nothing to mess around with. Y/N was terrified of what could happen if she admitted to having the condition.

House hoped that talking to a Psychiatrist would help her get a handle on her emotions. Y/N did not neglect or abuse their child, but she had definitely been neglecting herself.

House was beginning to wonder when the last time he had seen her eat or drink something was. Y/N barely slept and she pushed her body to its limit every day.

It wasn't good for her and it certainly wasn't good for the baby.

House could feel himself beginning to get antsy as an hour passed. The door opened and Y/N made her way back out into the waiting room with Doctor Nolan following closely behind her.

"I'd like you to come back and see me, Y/N. I believe that you can really benefit from some counseling. Hopefully you're willing to consider it," Doctor Nolan said, Y/N nodded.

"Take me home," She muttered, walking out of the office.

"How bad is it?" House asked.

"Your wife needs you, House... I can't see this ending well if she doesn't have an adequate support system behind her," Doctor Nolan said.

"Is she a danger to herself?" House asked.

"In my personal opinion, no," The Doctor said.

House nodded, "Thanks for seeing her," He said.

"Of course," Doctor Nolan nodded.

House followed his wife out of the office, he knew that he would need to make some changes to his lifestyle.

House hoped that Cuddy would allow him to take some time away from the hospital. Even if it wasn't exactly what he wanted, it was what he had to do.

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Take the Phone Off the Hook and Disappear for A While • G.H

(Gif not mine)

Request: request for a greg hirsch x reader comfort fic :) — anon

Summary: Comforting Greg after a long day at the office

Warnings: gn!reader, Greg being all cute, a little Tom slander?, this is just all fluffy honestly lmao

Word Count: 927

A.N: first time writing Greg! Hope you guys like it!

•

Your front door slams shut, ripping your focus away from your laptop screen. Heart hammering in your chest you whip around to see your boyfriend practically fuming at the ears.

"Well hello to you too, Gregory," You grumble, watching him angrily shrug off his suit jacket and toe off his leather shoes.

Greg turns to you, eyes narrowed.

"I--I think I'm going to fucking quit."

He fiddles with the gold watch on his wrist and your eyes widen at the admission.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Abruptly you rise from your seat, mouth agape.

"Tom is just..." He sighs aggressively. "He's just bordering on abusive...? Like I don't think I'm supposed to be getting shit thrown at me for not saying the right thing!" He waves his hands around as he talks before placing his watch and phone on a nearby countertop.

You recoil slightly. "Ok then...then I support you. Quit."

Greg swallows nervously, picking at his nails. He deflates slightly, anger dissipating slowly. "I'm not actually going quit, Y/n..."

"Well why not? You're literally being shit on by your boss!"

"You ever like--like seen The Sopranos?" Greg stutters, eyes shifting and hands rapidly waving at his sides.

"What, like they’d kill you if you left?" You ask, completely unconvinced.

"Fuck, like--I don't even know." Greg furrows his brow. "Maybe not physically but if Logan fucking Roy blacklists you, then you might as well be dead, right?"

He paces across your hardwood flooring, black socks padding lightly as he moves. You watch him bring a hand up to his mouth, biting at his fingernails and cuticles. He winces occasionally but doesn't stop.

"Greg, sweetheart..." You walk up to your lanky boyfriend, stopping him in his tracks and taking his hands in your own. His fingers twitch at their restraints, but he turns to nervously nibbling on his bottom lip. "Let's just relax, okay? Take your mind off of things. Work is done for the day, they can't call on you after hours."

“I don’t think that’s true at all.” Greg scoffs, blue eyes peering into yours. “Tom calls me whenever the hell he wants.”

“Well maybe Tom should spend more time with his wife and touch some grass.” You reply, rolling your eyes.

Delicately, you place a kiss on his soft lips before slowly pulling away.

“Now put your phone on silent and come cuddle on the couch with me.”

Greg blinks, unsure. His crisp white shirt is already untucked from his dress pants, watch placed on the counter next to his phone.

He stares blankly at it.

“Greg, honey, Tom can and will live without you for one night.” One of your hands reaches up to softly cup his cheek. A pink blush steadily rises up his neck. “I promise.”

"Alright, fine." He huffs, removing your hand from the side of his face before striding to his phone. "But if I get fired, my ass is sleeping on your couch." Greg lifts up his phone, dramatically flicking his ringer off to show you the proof.

"And my ass will be making your ass find a new job," You retort, already stretching across your old couch. The springs groan underneath the weight.

"I thought you loved me!" He gasps, jokingly offended. Greg comes into view and places a glass of water on the coffee table.

"I do love you, Gregory, but I don't make enough money to supply your new bougie tastes," You giggle as you stretch your arms out, hoping he gets the hint to come cuddle.

"Ah yes," Greg adds sarcastically, while placing his lanky body on top of yours. "what is love but conditional?"

You snort before he places a kiss to your lips. His head then settles on your torso, tension easing away from his form.

"Wanna watch something?"

"Maybe..." He mumbles into the fabric of your shirt.

You nod, letting the silence of the apartment mix with the busy sounds of the city outside. Sirens sound and people laugh and yell. Yet you and Greg soak it all in comfortably.

You know he's not going to stay awake for much longer.

Your fingers run through his soft dark hair, fingernails occasionally scraping against his scalp. Greg sighs contently, pressing his cheek harder against your belly. His eyes flutter shut.

His body drapes over you like a blanket--and warms you like one too. Between his body and the softness of your thrifted couch, you may just fall asleep.

Your eyelids droop just looking at your now peaceful boyfriend; how gently he inhales and exhales through his nose and how his fingers under your lower back would sometimes rub circles on you skin.

"You feelin' better sweetheart?" You ask lightly, hands still preoccupied with his hair.

Greg hums, squeezing your body tightly before relaxing once again.

"You're still in your dress shirt, you should go change before you fall asleep..." Though he's unable to see your face, you raise an eyebrow at his comfortable frame. Just hours earlier he was complaining about the scratchy material his formalwear was made out of, and now here he was, falling asleep in it.

Greg grumbles, continuing to melt into your body heat. His sock-clad feet dangle over the arm of the couch.

"Alright, Greg, just for five minutes..." You sigh, a small smile creeping over your face.

Tilting your head back against the arm of the couch you close your eyes.

Greg's breath evens out and his body presses a little harder on you just before you're able to drift to sleep; his phone long forgotten.

•

[endgameinthenorth]

What truly shocks me most is Greg's 180 shift around Tom. Gone are my doubts that Greg's merely putting up with Tom, not attracted to him or that Greg's actually straight. Amazingly, the more straight Greg tries to act the less I believe it.

I honest to God thought it would be more subtle in their shifted dynamics, but it's been a few months since the last episode and apparently Tom and Greg are occasionally out getting drinks together. Greg is being mentioned by Shiv like he's the other woman. Things have shifted more dramatically than I envisioned since we last saw them. I knew it was coming, it was teased in interviews that the power dynamic may be be shifting. Greg is going to be the one this season pushing Tom in the direction he wants.

We saw glimpses of it at the end of last season with Greg telling Tom to "prove it" when Tom said he fucks like a bullet train; Tom was out of his depth to respond. It was the most forthcoming and direct Greg had ever been in a scene. Almost like what he really wanted was shining through. We saw Greg casually call Tom, "Tommy" with a pat on the back just before he sold his soul to Tom. They seemed more at ease with one another, like Greg finally felt comfortable in his place at Tom's side.

And now the first thing we see of them this season is Greg greeting Tom by sliding up his body and in his personal space in every possible scene, whispering in his ear. He's more open, acting silly and smiling.

Bridget-Random-Fuck (who it sounds like didn't even make him cum) was just there by all appearances to get a jealous reaction out of Tom. She didn't have any status so it wasn't like he was climbing her on his way to a better conquest. She was another notch like the rest. So what's with all the posturing?

Last season, he speaks of falling head over heels for a woman and then has no true motivation and follow through. But he gushed to Tom all about her and got a visceral reaction out of him. Unfortunately Tom could not analyze his own emotions and deflected, stating Greg had ruined his mood but not knowing why.

In an interview with Nicholas Braun he hinted at Greg going to the "dark side" and how it was freeing for Greg to no longer feel restricted between what's right and wrong (gay dad causing you to repress?). By all appearances this so far has manifested as Greg being given permission to actually be more authentic with his feelings towards Tom. The women are just a necessary part and have an undercurrent of, "aren't I great - aren't you jealous?" He is in Tom's space, he wants Tom's approval. He wants Tom. He just needs to feel like he's allowed to... I imagine with the divorce eminent he feels closer to obtaining him. Perhaps Greg will be the unhinged one this season.

In season one when he asked if Tom was trying to seduce him and Tom said he was, that hair tuck bashful reaction? I don't think that was a coincidence — that was an intentional filming choice. Now I really truly see it.

[lisbeth-kk]

May Prompts (21) Fire

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 21)

Summary: Rosie muses about her peculiar family, and gets invited/ordered to come to the pub.

Twenty-One Years Old

My family wasn’t exactly what you would call average or normal, but as Dad and Papa constantly pointed out: who wants normal. Certainly, none of us. Being an only child and without any cousins, I was mostly exposed to adults outside school. By now, I think you can agree that that wasn’t as boring as it sounded.

Uncle Myc made sure that our small family was extended when he and uncle Greg finally realised that what they had was too precious to ignore. 

Papa tried to warn the DI in his normally dramatic flair.

“You know this is playing with fire, Gavin? Falling for a Holmes, means there’s no escape. You’ll be trapped for life, and our love is fierce and protective. A bit like that dragon. John, which film was it?”

“The Hobbit,” Dad answered and reassured uncle Greg that he had nothing to fear. “Deep down, they’re as fluffy as new-born kittens.”

This got him glares that brave men would’ve flinched under, but Dad only laughed and gave Papa a kiss on the forehead and uncle Myc a pat on the shoulder. No one knew how to deal with the Holmes brothers like my Dad.

Of course, this didn’t stop Papa’s attempts to abuse uncle Greg’s name but probably increased it. From that day, every name in the book was put to good use. Dad told him he was being childish, but Dad’s poker face in such matters was laughable at best, so he fooled no one. My uncles just rolled their eyes, knowing that arguing with Papa would accomplish absolutely nothing.

The less said about my aunts, the better, but I’m not exactly one who’s able to keep my mouth shut, am I... 

Aunt Harry, the one who was still alive, just barely, by the state of her liver, according to Dad, another one playing with fire, had never been a part of my life. Just like Papa’s deranged and murderous sister, thank God. Dad gave Harry an ultimatum after we moved to Baker Street; get help to get sober or stay away. It sounds harsh, doesn’t it? I had started school when I learned of her existence. We got an assignment to make a family tree.

“Extended and chosen family can also be included,” our teacher told us.

I had no idea what she was talking about, and neither did my friends, so I turned to my main source of information, my parents.

When Dad told me he had a sister, dozens of questions were instantly on the tip of my tongue, but he cut me off before I could utter any of them.

“She’s only my sister by biology, not by heart. You can put her name on the family tree if you like, but she’s sadly not interested in switching the bottle for family.”

“What Dad means, is that the biological part doesn’t always matter. Chosen and extended family can be just as good, sometimes even better,” Papa explained.

***

I found it comforting when uncle Greg moved in with uncle Myc, because the older I got, the more I worried about uncle Myc’s solitary life. He deserved to be loved by others, not just his family. 

The pair were even more peculiar than Dad and Papa. Dad and uncle Greg were much more similar, coming from the same upbringing and social class, while uncle Myc and Papa were posh gits. (Dad and uncle Greg’s words.) But still, they fitted together, just like Dad and Papa.

And where did that leave me? Somewhere in the middle, I guess. I wasn’t really that exposed to the upper classes. That was uncle Myc’s area. At least in the connection with his job. I had the advantage of being raised by people of both societies, though, so I coped better at posh events than Dad for example. Granny and Pops were quite down-to-earth people, who obviously rose to the occasion if need be.

***

Uncle Myc was unable to deny the love of his life anything, but he drew the line when it came to pub quiz nights. He didn’t budge a millimetre when uncle Greg tried to flatter him into participating.

“Myc, love. You would ensure that my team won the whole shebang. At least when the questions are about politics, language, history, mathematics et cetera.”

“Gregory, mon cher,” uncle Myc said softly and arched an eyebrow.

Uncle Greg admitted defeat and turned to me. I was twenty-one, drank alcohol on occasion, and was above average intelligence. Three good reasons to join the team apparently.

***

“So, do I call you uncle, Greg, or Lestrade?” I inquired before we entered the pub.

“Just avoid Gaylord and Grimmwolf,” he deadpanned.

“Those are his latest then?” I giggled.

“John said he looked up obscure ones online when he’d used up all the names in the book he found among Mary’s things.”

“Sounds like Papa,” I replied.

I had seen the book now and again, but I never knew it once belonged to my mother.

Luckily for everyone involved, Philip Anderson was no longer a part of uncle’s team Division. Sally Donovan was, but she and Papa had long since buried the hatchet, and she welcomed me quite civilly.

Uncle Greg mocked me the entire evening for my choice of drink. 

“Sour beer has nothing to do with beer in my opinion,” he scolded looking disgusted at my pink brew.

“I don’t mind what you call it. Your Guinness looks more like tar than beer to me, so I guess we have to agree to disagree,” I retorted. “Now, do you know the answer to the fifth question or not?”

“You’re a good mix of Watson, Holmes, and yourself,” Sally told me after that.

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” I said. “Thank you. I take that as a compliment, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. That was the intention. They’re…um…good men and are evidently skilled at parenting. I’ll obviously deny it if I’m ever confronted with this,” she murmured.

Uncle Greg placed another glass of the “undrinkable” beer in front of me and gave Sally’s shoulder a pat.

“Getting sentimental on my, Sally?” he inquired with a smile.

“Hardly,” she scoffed and headed for the bar, but her soft expression gave her game away.

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[remeberm3]

snowman | k.m

⎯⎯ ‘Oh look, it’s Greg—the gallant snowman of the yard!‘

warnings: fluff

Outside, the world had transformed into a breathtaking winter wonderland, a pristine blanket of snow covering everything in sight. Each tree wore a delicate frosting, and the rooftops resembled the whimsical illustrations from childhood fairy tales. The air was crisp and infused with the sweet scent of pine, inviting you to frolic in the soft, fluffy expanse.

You stepped outside, bundled up in layers of warm clothing, ready to embrace the chill. The soft crunch of snow underfoot sang a delightful melody, prompting you to take a moment and soak in the beauty of the world around you. Meanwhile, inside, the flickering flames of the fireplace cast a cozy glow, illuminating Klaus, who was lounging on the couch, lost in an ancient tome that spoke of forgotten lore.

With his dark hair tousled and a brow slightly furrowed in concentration, he was a striking sight. You couldn’t help but admire how enchanting he looked even while wrapped in the shadows of a lazy winter afternoon. Leaning against the doorframe, you watched as he flipped through pages, deep in thought. This was the perfect moment to spring your idea upon him.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!” you called out, striding over and lightly poking his shoulder.

He stirred slightly, blinking up at you with undeniable charm, though he feigned irritation. “What on earth could be important enough to disturb my well-earned rest?”

“Just look outside!” you urged, gesturing dramatically to the winter paradise enveloping the yard. “It’s perfect for building a snowman!”

Klaus tilted his head, the slight smirk tugging at his lips hinting at his amusement. “A snowman? You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“Not at all! Picture it—a magnificent snowman standing proud and tall, like a winter sentinel! We could drape him in a scarf, add a carrot for a nose, stones for eyes! It’ll be legendary!” Your excitement bubbled over at the prospect.

He raised an eyebrow, a mixture of amusement and playful skepticism painted across his features. “Is this what you spend your time thinking about? I could conjure something far more entertaining—like a roaring, fiery dragon or even a charming little devil—instead of a mere ball of snow.”

“Like what? Host a vampire gathering?” you shot back, unimpressed by his stubbornness. “Or perhaps you could entertain them with a tale of your many conquests—oh wait, that’s just every century of your life.” You crossed your arms, a grin dancing on your lips as you added, “Live a little, Klaus! You’ve spent an eternity in the shadows. Embrace the frosty fun!”

With another dramatic sigh, he leaned back, considering his options for a moment longer. “You do realize that I am nothing short of a snow king, don’t you? Yet here I am, being lured to partake in childlike frivolity simply because you want to play in the icy realm.”

“Ah, but you’re my snow king. And what is a snow king without a magnificent snowman? You wouldn’t dare let down your royal subjects!” You leaned closer with a teasing smile, batting your eyes dramatically.

Klaus chuckled, shaking his head slowly. “You’re quite relentless, you know. This better be worth it.”

“Absolutely! Just think about the joy it’ll bring! A snowman with impeccable style; we could make it a work of art!” You leaned in closer. “Plus, you get hot chocolate afterward—extra marshmallows, my lord!”

“Hot chocolate, you say?” His smirk widened, intrigue glinting in his eyes. “You drive a hard bargain, my sweet little snow elf.”

“Deal!” you chimed, practically bouncing on your toes with glee. You rushed to the door, throwing it open wider to let the cold air envelop you. “Let’s make this magical snowman come to life!”

As you stepped outside, the snow crunched delightfully beneath your boots. The sight of Klaus following you outside, clad in his dark, brooding elegance, made you grin even wider. The contrast of his figure against the bright white backdrop was striking, and you felt a warmth swell in your chest at the sight.

“Now, where to begin?” you pondered, surveying the expanse of white that stretched before you. “I think we should start with the base. A solid foundation, yes?”

“Of course! We must lay the groundwork for this masterpiece,” Klaus replied, humor lacing his voice as he knelt to pack snow into a perfect sphere. You watched with admiration as he expertly shaped the snow.

“See? You’re a natural!” you praised, clapping your hands in delight. “And I have just the vision! This snowman will be nothing short of a masterpiece!”

As the first layer began to take form, you moved to start rolling another, laughing and sharing jabs about whose ball of snow was superior. “Mine is definitely rounder. Yours looks like a deformed potato!” you teased, poking fun at his creation.

“Excuse me! This deformed potato will tower over yours!” Klaus retorted playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he rolled his snowball larger. “A mere worm could outshine your pitiful efforts!”

You gasped in mock outrage. “A worm? How dare you insult my craftsmanship! My snowman will be regal, a beacon of winter delight! Yours will merely be a snow abomination!”

“Regal, is it?” Klaus replied, smirking, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth banter. “We’ll see how regal it looks once it’s squashed by the sun tomorrow. Your snowman has no chance against the forces of nature!”

“You underestimate Greg!” You grinned, a mock-seriousness settling on your face. “He’ll fend off the sun with his icy brilliance!”

As you both continued shaping and stacking, the snowman began to take form—a hefty, snow-laden body that rose higher than you had anticipated. “Look at it! We’re creating a snow giant fit for Disney!” you exclaimed, marveling at your creation.

“Disney? Are you sure you haven’t lost your mind?” Klaus scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully. “This is hardly a grand moment worthy of animated songs. I doubt we’ll find any woodland creatures singing praises anytime soon.”

“Who says a snowman can’t inspire joyous melodies?” You nudged him playfully, giggling. “Now, we must give him a personality! We shall paint him with vibrant flair!”

“You do realize I have lived through centuries of song and music,” he remarked with a chuckle. “I have watched humans create soaring ballads that would put this snowman to shame.”

“Yet your tune is about to become ‘Let it Snow’ as we breathe life into our creation! Now for the accessories!”

As you rummaged through your pockets, you pulled out an old scarf, a couple of buttons that had made their way into your jacket, and an oddly shaped carrot you’d sneakily snagged from the kitchen before heading out. Klaus raised an eyebrow, bemused. “Where on earth did you manage to smuggle a carrot?”

“Let’s just say I came prepared!” you declared with a wink, unfurling the charming accessories. “Greg deserves the finest, and I will not hear otherwise. Look at his little scarf; it’s crying out for a dramatic flair!”

With quick movements, you wrapped the scarf around the snowman’s neck with gusto. “This is no ordinary snowman; he’s going to be the talk of the town!”

Klaus leaned closer, inspecting your work with an amused smile. “A splendidly dressed pile of snow,” he said sarcastically, unable to help but admire the way your eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Be careful! You might find yourself envious of Greg’s style,” you teased, placing the carrot on his face to form a nose. “What do you think? Perfectly charming, isn’t he?”

“Charming? If you say so,” Klaus replied, crossing his arms with faux indifference; yet you could see the fondness in his gaze. “But he still looks like a low-ranked nobleman who forgot his royal duties.”

“Greg is a distinguished gentleman of great taste!” you insisted, adding buttons for eyes and stepping back to admire the symmetry of your creation. “We’ve done a marvelous job, haven’t we?”

“I suppose I shall acknowledge that we’ve created something, let’s say, unique,” he conceded, his tone playful. “But now we must think of a name worthy of his mightiness!”

“Greg!” you declared triumphantly. “He shall be known as Greg the Magnificent! A true icon of winter splendor!”

“Greg?” Klaus echoed incredulously, barely able to suppress his laughter. “A most uninspired name for such a proud creation.”

“But it’s simple and classic! Name him whatever pretentious title you wish, but Greg fits! Besides, when the townsfolk hear of him, they’ll say, ‘Oh look, it’s Greg—the gallant snowman of the yard!’”

“Well, well, if you truly believe that will catch on…” he chuckled. “You know, I could always convince his royal majesty to become a vampire-hunting snowman should the need arise.”

“Now that’s an amusing thought—imagine Greg of the Royal Guard…” You couldn’t stop the giggles that escaped as you pictured him jumping into action, hurling snowballs at pesky intruders. “But for now, let’s let him be the lovable snowman who warms the hearts of those who pass by.”

The two of you stepped back, both admiring your work. The afternoon sun cast a golden hue upon the snow, and for those few moments, the world felt perfect—filled with laughter, warmth, and a little bit of magic.

“Isn’t this lovely?” you remarked with a content smile. “I think we’ve done a fantastic job! Greg has star potential!”

Klaus looked over to you, reflecting on the fun you’d shared. “Remarkable, how one can find joy in such trivial pursuits. But this doesn’t clear you of your duty to provide a steaming cup of hot chocolate afterward,” he replied, a twinkle of humor in his blue eyes.

“Ah! How could I forget?” you replied, feigning shock. “How dare you even suggest that I might withhold warm beverages from the Great Klaus Mikaelson? The snow god must be pleased!”

“I’ll remember that when the sun rises and threatens Greg’s existence!” he countered, rolling his eyes playfully. “But you know how to keep your noble vampire satisfied.” He moved to stretch, standing and shaking off the remnants of snow before reaching for you. “Shall we return to our domain?”

Hand in hand, you strolled back toward the house, laughter resonating in the crisp air. In that moment, you felt light, as if the heaviness of the world had dissolved with every giggle and tease. Klaus glanced sideways at you, a smile playing at his lips.

“I’ll admit,” he started, a slight smugness in his tone, “there may be some small amount of joy in this winter foolishness.”

“See? I knew I could convince you!” you replied, triumphant. “Not all adventures require life-threatening peril, my fearless snow king. Sometimes, it’s just about finding laughter in a snowman.”

“Well,” he mused, pulling the door open for you with a flourish, “I suspect I’ve been dragged into worse adventures. Sharing a moment of ridiculousness with you? Not so tragic.”

As you stepped inside, the warmth enveloped you like a cozy blanket. With the embers from the fireplace crackling, you both settled onto the plush sofa, a newfound closeness settling between you. “Now, to complete the experience, let’s make that hot chocolate!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with excitement.

“And I expect extra marshmallows, my charming little snow decorator!” he teased, leaning back against the cushions.

“Of course! What kind of snow elf would I be without marshmallows for my noble snow king?” You sprang up, giggling as you rushed to the kitchen, preparing a steaming pot of cocoa as Klaus watched with amusement.

As the rich aroma filled the air, you turned back to Klaus, who had now shifted to a lounging position, seemingly at ease with a glint of mischief in his eye. “What are you plotting now?” you inquired, an eyebrow raised.

“Merely contemplating how I can convince you that I’m less of a snow king and more of a snow god,” he quipped. “Perhaps I shall transform Greg into a vampiric guardian—he needs to reflect my true nature!”

“Now, that would be something.” You stifled a laugh as you carefully poured the hot chocolate into two mugs, adding a generous helping of marshmallows to both. “But in all seriousness, Klaus, I’m grateful you took the time for this. It means a lot to me.”

“I wouldn’t trade such moments for all the power in the world,” he replied, his expression softening, sincerity shining through. “Nothing could hold me back from moments of happiness shared with you. Even if it includes a ridiculous snowman named Greg.”

With mugs in hand, you presented one to him, and your hands brushed momentarily, sending a warm thrill shooting through you. “To Greg—the bravest snowman ever created!”

“To Greg! May he stand strong against the rising sun and forever warm the hearts of those around him,” Klaus proclaimed dramatically, raising his mug like a goblet.

As you both took a sip of the warm, sweet chocolate, laughter bubbled between you once more. “This is absolutely divine—much like your exquisite taste in names,” Klaus addressed with mock seriousness.

“And your unwavering commitment to the arts of snowman-building, oh mighty one,” you shot back playfully.

In that cozy living room, warmed by both the fire and the joyful banter that flowed like the hot chocolate, the worries of the outside world faded away. It was in these moments—the joy and silliness, the laughter shared over a ridiculous snowman—that you truly found magic, and it lit a spark of warmth within you both that promised to endure far beyond the winter snows.

i really liked this one <3 hope you guys do too!

[jamiehashands]

Can you ramble about Ellis ggy?

Okay, okay, where to start, I think there’s like, a lot to go over so I’m gonna try to start from the beginning. This is gonna be a long post so strap in folks. (and ignore my discord nickname, it's an inside joke)

The Descent into Madness

Back in January/February of this year I decided to pick up writing as a hobby, I started off with little blurbs of a potential SB rewrite I had cooking up (and still cooking up today), however that’s not relevant to Ellis, so I’m skipping to the fic he’s actually include in. So, on February 4th I drew this as a joke, but then I wanted to expand on it and make it a fic.

(You can tell this is old by how light Ellis is and comparing him to my current design LMAO) (and the "like the show?" is supposed to be a reference to transformers)

That being said, that fic wasn’t even entirely focused on him, the basic premise was Greg came out to Ellis as nonbinary and Ellis would go “like the code??? XDDDD!!!!”, isn't he so quirky and not like other girls?? /j

“Guys the worms” haha, if only you knew dude.

Okay anyways, the thing was, I don’t think I got that far into reading GGY because most of it SUCKED and was really out of character. I didn’t even used the names “Rab” or “Boots” which actually annoys me so bad I don’t even wanna look at it. Sorry to the Instagram followers who wanted to see it, it’s in the garbage now and I hate it, but that’s completely okay! It was a learning experience for me, which lead me to my next fic that I am. Technically. Still. Working on.

I think this was the moment I realized I grew to be in love with Ellis’s “character”, in quotation marks because he’s not really a character y’know. This is also when I found a way to read GGY properly, so that means I’d have my fic more accurate. I actually documented my reading on my instagram (same username) if you’re interested, though it’s kind of corny looking back on it, definitely exaggerated some of my opinions on it.

If you follow my Instagram, you can see in a story I revealed that I currently find the fic really unfun to work on, and that I enjoyed working on a different one. Let me just explain, I believe that the fic is like, angst with no merit, someone might enjoy reading something like that but I don’t like writing it personally. Right now, I’m in the process of replanning, which is why I’d like to thank our today’s sponsor, Milanote!!!1! Kidding, but Milanote has genuinely made things easier for me it’s kind of insane. Obviously I’m going to keep some aspects in the fic (not spoiling though ^_^) but I hope to make it fun for me to work on again this time around.

I forgot to put my uquiz answer description thing I make for him here wait:

Ellis has a minor role in the short story ‘GGY.’ He is described as being impatient nearly all of the time, bouncing on his heels when he is. He often jokes around with his friend Tony, purposely calling him Tinkerbell instead of the pseudonym Tarbell, and telling him that he thinks too much. He immediately brushes off the writing assignment in Mrs. Soto’s class, saying that the story is due in two weeks and they’ve got plenty of time.

His dad insists that Sundays are for family time. He considers Tony’s real life investigations lame, making a dramatic snoring sound effect when Tony tells him he was people watching. At the end of GGY, Ellis ends up changing Tony’s story completely, albeit probably because of manipulation from Greg/GGY himself, he also compliments the changes they made by saying “it gets better.” (It doesn’t get better they’re probably going to get an F 🫶)

Ellis Fan Design(s)

In this section I’m just going to be rambling about Ellis fan designs, not naming any names though because it’s not really a specific design, just specific design aspects. Soo my first thing is: please stop making him grey/ashy or hell, incredibly light😢😢😢 it reminds me of when I was like 11 and all of my black characters were borderline grey. My second thing is that I’ve seen a handful of designs where he just. Doesn’t have curly hair. It annoys me sooo bad like guys please 😕😕 umm another thing is when people don’t give his square jaw, like maybe they do but it’s just really subtle??? Idk!!!

Anyways my Ellis design went through many changes actually, but one thing that remained consistent was the long hair with the. Brown?? Idk how to describe it lmao. Here are some sketches from old sketchbooks!! There are some more but those are kind of spoiler territory for my fic so >_>,, gotta wait another 8 months for those! /j

Way before these sketches were even created, I had an idea on how Ellis would dress, it's um. It's definitely a fashion statement...!

These were the drawings that had the designs I wanted to stick with, and have stuck with to this day! I took the idea that he would be a Monty fan and ran with it, for the jacket you can actually see it in the "im nonbinary" "like the code???" doodle I did, however looking back the short sleeved jacket and the long sleeved was kind of ugly.. In one of the doodles above, I drew him with ripped jeans, while they're quite fun they wouldn't really fit with the design I have now (and also I can't fit the rips on the current jeans anywhere)

However, that is old art, so here is his current ref I made for art fight! You can actually view his profile here!!!

The he/him/she/her pronouns (for simplification reasons I will only be using he/him in this post) and his birthday being on April 5th actually has some reason to it BUT we are not there yet!!! Oh!! And what's that thing at the bottom? Songs I associate with him?? what!!!

Ellis Playlist WHATT

Pretend I had a really smooth transition into this next topic, ANYWAY!! I'm going to pick a small handful of songs from the playlist and make them relate to Ellis in some way, because I. am really normal. ════════════════════════════════════════════

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Just Take My Wallet - Jack Stauber's Micropop

hope you like the formatting on this section, anyway

Your mama's crying Your mama's crying for you Mama's lying Oh, what's she trying to do To you?

I think this is self explanatory, after Tony's mom lost her only son a natural instinct is to cry her eyes out. For the "Mama's lying" part I'm just going to bullshit an answer that's relevant to the fic I'm writing. Sooo, in the context that is Ellis being like, y'know, sad, his mom would obviously try to comfort him, and since I hc that he blames himself somewhat, she'd try to tell him it isn't his fault and such, however Ellis doesn't believe that, which is where the "lying" part comes in. For the last two parts, Tony's parents actively tried to change what Tony wrote stories about, aka kind of changing his whole shtick idk.

Good times are singing They sang, they sang Those times are echoing through me Through me

Another theme in my fic is that Ellis reminisces, A LOT. Like first few paragraphs he's like "I miss my friends bro what the fuck!!!!!!!!11"

What's the softest way to say You took away my friend, my buddy? What's the kindest way to say You took away my friend? What's the kindest way to say You took away my friend, my buddy? What's the kindest way to say The end?

In this little animatic idea in my head, this is the part where Ellis and Gregory reunite and Ellis comes to the realization he killed Tony, "The end?" represents them cutting ties with each other, because there's no way their relationship can be healthy anymore. OR IS THERE?? DUN DUN DUNNNNN....

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

I would say I'm sorry If I thought that it would change your mind But I know that this time I have said too much Been too unkind

After Tony gets really pissed with Ellis, Ellis didn't realize what was wrong until later, in which he'd want to apologize and change Tony's mind about not wanting him to work on any writing assignment with him anymore. However he had done too much damage he can't undo, and also Tony is dead but SHHHH SHHHH

I tried to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I tried to laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes 'Cause boys don't cry Boys don't cry

Ellis, being the comedic type in my hc (and many other's I think), would use humor to cover up his feelings by using humor as a coping mechanism y'know? "Boys don't cry" was/still is quite the common mindset, assuming Ellis would believe in said mindset, he's given another reason to not cry. Sorry that's probably a reach HELP.

I would break down at your feet And beg forgiveness, plead with you But I know that it's too late And now there's nothing I can do

I'm pretty sure Ellis would do anything to get Tony back, your honor that was his BEST BUDDY. The last two lines are obvious because Tony is like, dead,,,,, anyways skipping the next section because I'd just repeat myself

I would tell you that I loved you If I thought that you would stay But I know that it's no use And you've already gone away

Ok actually I'm gonna be repeating myself regardless because something something Ellis doesn't want Tony to leave but it's too late and Tony leaves and then dies blahhhh

Misjudged your limits Pushed you too far Took you for granted Thought that you needed me more, more, more

In GGY, Tony brings up that Ellis is very immature and feels as if he is outgrowing him, Ellis changing up his story is what broke the camels back, which is where "misjudged your limits/pushed you too far/took you for granted" comes in, Ellis, thinking Tony thought of him as someone he couldn't lose, so it'd hurt when Tony seemed to drop him just like that (ok well to him it seems unexpected but y'know, Tony's "im not like other girls" inner monologues. (kidding))

Now I would do most anything To get you back by my side But I just keep on laughing Hiding the tears in my eyes 'Cause boys don't cry Boys don't cry Boys don't cry

For the first two lines, I immediately think of @kai-rio 's (sorry for the @ lmk if you want to be removed but also you're really normal about Ellis like me so) Ellis fic, you can read it right here, um, in the briefest summary I can give of the first part, Ellis goes "omg I need to find Tony !!!!! >_<" and like plans. to go to that. like he gets geared up /j. I'd make a joke about the ending but that'd be SPOILERS.... anyways refer to what I said before for the other lines.

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : I Can't Handle Change - Roar

Hangin' out where I don't belong is nothing new to me I get tired, and I get sick, and then I lose the strength to leave

If anyone reading this saw that. dumbass papa louie pals scene I made, I hc Ellis to be like!!! really alienated from everyone even if he comes off as an extrovert (im giving him every mental illness Ellis im sorry). Funny fact, in one of my ideas for the Ellis fic rework, I have a point that says "mention Ellis constantly feeling sick", not in the literal sense obviously, but it ties in with this lyric methinks.

I can't handle change I can't handle change

Ellis is left grieving the loss of his friend, a change, like the lyric says, he can't handle/accept

Nothing I do is ever good Nothing I do is ever good enough Nothing I do is ever good Nothing I do is ever good Nothing I do is ever good enough Nothing I do is ever good

Did I mention I'm giving him every mental illness ever (/j) well that also includes an inferiority complex, really ties in with the feeling alienated from everyone thing, yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Leave me alone Leave me alone (I wanna go home now) Leave me alone Leave me alone (I wanna go home now)

Guys would you be shocked if I said that I interpret this as Ellis wanting to be left alone??!????!???!?! "I wanna go home now" makes me think of this scene in my fic where Ellis remembers Tony's funeral (you can't spell funeral without fun btw! /j) and wanting to leave like 30 minutes in because he felt so overwhelmed

I can't help but repeat myself I know it's not your fault Still lately, I begin to shake For no reason at all For no reason at all For no reason at all For no reason at all For no reason at all

This would be Ellis to Greg, as Tony's death technically wasn't his fault, but he has to repeat it in his head like a mantra because Greg and GGY shared the same face and it's hard to separate the two from one another. Shaking for seemingly no reason is a symptom of anxiety, and if you checked Ellis's art fight page that I really need to revamp, it's stated he has that so!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!

G-g-g-grellis… VOMITS IN MOUTH. /j (and shipping in the GGY community in general ig)

I think I’m like the only person who ships this now,,,,, Ummmm I just wanna say I don’t really take this shipping thing too seriously because they’re just middle school kids and they’re bound to be silly/awkward. Obviously they do have potential to be really angsty like “oh my god you killed my best friend why do I still love you? Is it because I’m still in love with the person you pretended to be?” Or something idk it’s dumb I like to focus on the sillier things like passing notes in class, trash talking teachers they don’t like, and sharing snacks with each other or whatever.

Absolutely unrelated but can we NOT use the term "yaoi" to describe the relationship between two middle schoolers like, i'm sorry that's just hella weird. Sorry if this is flipline addictspilled flipline addictsmaxxing /inside joke but it's like saying "middle school boy yaoi" like is that NOT weird to you? Also I've seen some really iffy ship art and whenever I come across it I just think to myself: "bro aren't they like twelve???" And I’ve seen no one acknowledge it in the tags of the art, and I’ve brought it up to a friend who is an outsider to the GGY community and they thought the same thing too. Look. Maybe I’m just aroace and believe that romance shouldn’t all be about kissing and shit but someone here has got to agree right 😕

Anyways back to Grellis!!! When I first saw them, I thought their alternative ship name, “Grel”, was “Gel”, and I thought that was the funnier shit ever. You might be asking why I ship them and it’s because like, they’re seen interacting with each other for most of the story, and I don’t have to rely on post-canon “what-ifs” to get their relationship to work.

Ummm for their dynamic I already said they're just silly middle schoolers so. go my grellis related pics

also they play roblox together and watch the mlp eq movies but at the same time they head bang to death metal. Uhh I'm not gonna write about how I think these songs are so them(tm) but two songs I associate with them are Romantic Lover by Eyedress, and Door by iDKHOW. Also my friend @rippcharddrive drew them for an art fight attack and it was the best day of my life

now one might be asking, "why the fuck is NuMarcus from Papa Louie there" well!!!

NUTIMM (And Papa Louie in general)

Now you might remember when I said that I hc Ellis to be born on April 5th and use he/she pronouns and that we'll come back to that later. The reason is Papa Louie, okay well, NuTimm (Timm x NuMarcus) specifically, but Papa Louie in general. But before we get into it, I edited Ellis in the Flipline Style once ^_^

Ok so really short origin story of NuTimm is that it started off as a joke and two of my friends role played them breaking up, but Niall (rippcharddrive) started getting attached to it. Sooner or later he added them to his tomodachi life island and on March 31st 2024, they got together!!! and got married in under and hour of doing so!!! Now, how does this relate to Ellis? well on April 3rd, Timm got knocked up bro /JJJ

Niall didn't know what to name the baby so I jokingly suggested the name Ellis and everyone else liked it so the baby was going to be named Ellis!!

And on April 5th (I think you can understand why that's his birthday now), she was born!!! And everyone in du2 thought she was ugly </3

To make a long story short they ended up having like 7 more kids I think I forgot, and many more grandkids. Then one day I decided to get Tomodachi Life myself (with the help of Niall), made my own island and added fnaf Ellis and NuTimm Ellis to it, long story short they fell in love and eventually got married and became the gayest straight couple (/j). NuMarcus, wanting to give Ellis a head start in parenting, made 2 NuBaby's, each of which have incredibly long and stupid names because Ellis wanted to piss him off.

BUT THEN... THE PLOT THICKENS. On Nialls island, Gregory and NuTimm Ellis fell in love and also got married, thus forming the most confusing love triangle of all time. IM RUNNING OUT OF IMAGES BUT here is when I started using he/she for Ellis

ok guys pretend i have a really good transition to the next and probably last section

Headcanons (shocked face emoji)

I've mentioned multiple of my Ellis hcs in the song portion but I haven't really made an entire list of them so!! Here we go guys!!! We're at the homestretch!!!

- ummm neurodivergent (AuDHD), I interpret him bouncing his heels in that one scene in GGY as his stimming thanks, he also quotes memes as a vocal stim pray for him /jjj - types with a lot of emoticons and exclamation marks - laughs at the dumbest crap ever, you could show him the "she strogan me off till i beef" video and he'd cry laughing - somehow knows every unblocked games website - Picks at his. acne all the time - Knows the" most obscure ass media, he'll go up to Tony and Greg and be like: "Have you guys heard of Zigglyblorfblorf??" and they'll be like "???? WHAT????" - Wanted to become a youtuber when he was way younger because he thought it would be easy and it would make him look cool and awesome (his parents did NOT approve). Speaking of parents I made. fan designs. for them. SEE GUYS I AM SO NORMAL!!! THEY TOTALLY DONT HAVE THEIR OWN LORE OR ANYTHING!!! and totally can't be their own standalone characters1!!!

- Ellis is quite fond of dancing actually ^_^ boogieing and jiving is something he likes - Cuts the fat off his steak before eating it, he HATES the texture - Very emotional/sensitive :// - he sort of kind of lets his full personality show around Tony and Greg which kinda makes the whole “Tony feels like he’s outgrowing Ellis and thinking he’s immature” worse maybe because idk. Differences. - 5'4-5'6 ft tall idk idk - he probably dies ngl /j

- love-hate relationship with slasher films

- on one hand he’s like “hahahah people dying XD I’m so different!!” And genuinely just being squeamish.

Conclusion

um so. i'm glad you've read this far. thanks for reading about my insane thoughts about Ellis GGY uhhh TLDR: