#mcgee wanted to kill them

[gifstiva]

zivaisms + the way he makes her laugh

#mcgee wanted to kill them #they have so much fun messing with poor tim #HER LAUGH #the way TONY makes her laugh #and her eyes get tiny while laughing #otp: tiva #tiva #gifstiva #tiva gifs #tony dinozzo #ziva david #cote de pablo #michael weatherly #tony x ziva #ziva x tony #ncis #tiva season 3 #tiva spinoff

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Eye Opener

Prompt: After a nasty argument between your son and Gibbs, he runs away.

Notes: Ends on a good note. Also, I gave the son a name for the sake of writing. It would be a little difficult and confusing if I kept putting S/N, Y/N, etc. Let me know if anyone doesn’t like that. 🙃

You tried his cell again but had no luck as it went straight to voicemail. “Dammit Noah.”

The next number you called was Noah’s best friend. Thankfully, he picked up on the second ring.

“Hey Seth, is Noah with you?”

“Uh, no. I haven’t seen him since school ended today. I asked if he wanted a ride but he was gonna take the bus.”

“Ok, well he calls or comes to your place will you please let me know? Thank you.”

You hung up with him and bit your lip nervously. You didn’t want to call Jethro and get him worried but it was extremely unusual for your son not to come home after school, let alone not answer his phone. He knew the rule to always let one of you know where he was.

You suspected his behavior had something to do with the argument him and Jethro had last night over career choices. Noah wanted to join the Marines but Jethro was adamant on not letting him, telling him that it was too dangerous and not worth throwing away his academic achievements. You knew he was just scared of his son getting hurt, maybe even killed in the line of duty and was trying to protect him but Noah didn’t see it like that. All he saw was his father being a hypocrite and control freak.

Deciding that you couldn’t wait any longer without letting your husband know, you got in your car and drove to the navy yard, getting your visitor pass and taking the elevator to his floor.

You spotted the familiar grey-haired Marine standing beside Bishop as they both stood in front of the plasma tv that showed a picture of a random Naval officer and made your way over, ignoring Tony’s wave.

“Jethro, I need to talk with you please,” you said, making him turn around. The team just stared in silence as you both walked off to the hallway, not sure if their boss was in trouble or not.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, seeing how distressed you were.

“It’s Noah. He never came home from school and he’s not answering his phone. I called Seth to see if he was with him but he says he hasn’t seen him since school. You know he always lets us know if he’s not coming straight home. And after the argument last night-.”

“Alright, alright. It’s gonna be fine, we’ll figure it out,” he comforted, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tight, stopping your spiraling. You took a deep breath, Jethro’s presence calming you down immediately.

“Let’s see if McGee can help,” he said softly, giving your temple a kiss and pulling away. You followed him back into the squad room and smiled lightly at the team.

“McGee, I need a trace on Noah’s phone.”

“On it boss.”

“What’s going on? Everything alright?” Bishop asked with concern.

You explained the situation as McGee’s computer beeped.

“Alright boss, his phone is at the corner of 18th and M street.”

“What’s over there?” you asked. Jethro’s face became hard as he grabbed his jacket and began walking off. “Recruitment Center.”

————

The car screeched to a stop in front of the building and Jethro exited the car aggressively. You got out quickly and tried to stop him before he got to the door but it was too late. Ripping open the door, he stepped in and we saw Noah sitting at a desk with a Marine in uniform across from him.

“Get up, now,” Jethro growled at your son who looked just as angry.

“No. It’s too late. I already signed the papers.”

Jethro went to reach for the papers but Noah grabbed them and stood up, challenging his father. Both you and the recruiter just watched as the two Gibbs’ bored holes into each other, neither one willing to back down.

“You don’t know what you’re getting into Noah. You’re throwing away a perfectly good education,” Gibbs argued.

“I know exactly what I’m getting into dad. You can’t make all the decisions for me, I’m 18 now. I wanna fight for my country-

“And what if you die fighting for your country?! What then?! I’m not letting you go, so that I can lose you!”

“You’re gonna lose me if you don’t let me do this!”

You put your hand on your husband’s shoulder, trying to simmer the fire between the two stubborn men and added your piece.

“Jethro, he’s right. We can’t force him not to do something just because we’re scared. It’s not fair to him.”

He didn’t say anything but continued staring his son down, a battle going on behind his eyes. A second later, he grabbed Noah and pulled him in for a bone crushing hug, arms wrapping around his body and gripping his jacket tight.

Noah hugged him back and your eyes stung with tears threatening to fall.

“Why do you have to grow up so fast,” Jethro whispered, letting him go and putting his hands on Noah’s shoulders. “As much as I don’t want you to do this, I get it. I felt the same way when I was your age. Just promise me you’ll be smart. And you’ll call us every week, come hell or high water.”

Noah nodded, wiping a couple tears away and cleared his throat, trying to be stoic. Now it was your turn to hug him, relieved that he was safe but sad that you only had little time left to spend with your little boy.

Noah gave the recruitment papers to the Marine and you stood by Jethro, hugging his arm and resting your head on his shoulder as they finished up the paperwork. Once everything was done, you all got into the car and began driving home.

“Don’t think that you leaving for boot camp gets you out of being grounded for making your mother and I worried about where you were all day,” Jethro said, looking at your son in the rear view mirror.

“I’m sorry about that but I knew Uncle Tim would pull through,” he replied with a small smirk.

“Well since you have such an allegiance to Uncle Tim, you can babysit the twins this weekend and mow his yard as well.”

The smirk left Noah’s face and appeared on Jethro’s as he looked over at you and gave you a wink.

#gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis #ncis fanfiction #agent gibbs #mark harmon #ncis request #jethro gibbs x reader #ncis imagine #jethro gibbs fanfiction

[sapphosclown]

hello this is a short list off the top of my head we will not get to see bc rotpl is being cancelled and erased and i am grieving so bad rn

i’d warn for spoilers but. yeah.

cynthia coming out to the rest of the pinks

hazel finding her dynamic in the pink ladies and forming those friendships with them

wtf buddy i gonna do with his life

richie killing mr. daniels

mr. daniels getting fired

mrs. mcgee getting her assistant (we know it happens i just wanted to see her happy for once)

olivia and gil kiss and getting together

cynthia and lydia learning who they are as a couple

susan’s official redemption arc

rizzo and frenchie becoming pink ladies

whatever they were planning on doing with zuko

learn why happened with cynthia’s mom/learn more about her family dynamics

see how jane lives up to being student council president

nancy and potato. i just want more of them.

edward reclaiming his name and becoming eddie

eddie accepting his queerness and as he and cynthia find solidarity together officially

that’s what came off the top of my head. i’m so sad. feel free to add on if you feel like you need it to grieve as well

#i wish i could give the cast and crew all forehead kisses and tell them they did great and mean the world to me #devastated. #i can’t believe they’re taking cynthia away from me #cynthia zdunowski is maybe my favorite character of all time and she’s literally just gone. #i’m so angry and sad #grease rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies #rotpl

[tornrose24]

I’ve been rewatching The Ghost and Molly McGee and have concluded watching season 1. These are my thoughts and observations:

-I love how Scratch slowly warms up to Molly across the season and it is easier to catch when you watch the episodes in order. From going to a complete jerk, to valuing her friendship, to caring about how she views him, to not wanting to lose her.

-I also love how this show’s art style is like a storybook come to life in every shot.

-It makes even more sense as to why Scratch haunts Adia’s old home. Todd’s soul gravitated to the one place in Brighton that held happy memories for him, where life had yet to turn him into an anxious, fearful adult. It was a safe space for him, and he was mad when a family managed to move in and invade it. Especially Molly specifically moving into his personal room/the safest spot in the house for him.

-Molly and Scratch are BOTH horrible liars. It’s funny how similar they are in that detail, and it’s even funnier if they call each other out on it.

-Scratch is an absolute asshole to a lot of people and enjoys seeing them suffer during this season, but I think that partly stems from a ‘I was/am miserable so I like seeing others suffer.’

-I’d say Molly’s worst episode is the Snow Day episode (not listening to what everyone else wants to do) and Scratch’s worst episode is the Internship episode (taking advantage of an intern to do basic, unhelpful tasks and being a bigger asshole than usual).

-Molly nearly dies 4 times (the machine during ‘Friend off,’ was willing to catch hypothermia in order to have fun in the snow, was almost hit by the truck, and was nearly sliced in half by Jinx).

-Scratch, Mr. ‘So afraid of dying that I never lived a day’…. Gets trampled by animals, eats poison berries, gets hit by a tour bus, gets blended by the machine from ‘Friend off,’ and is sliced in half by Jinx among all the possible things that WOULD have killed him in this season if he hadn’t been a ghost at the time.

-In ‘Very Hungry Ghost’ Scratch doesn’t get to eat any of the food intended for the ghosts. Because he wasn’t fully a ghost, that feast was not meant to be eaten by him.

-I admit I have yet to catch Scratch’s ‘nervous habit of scratching his arm’ during these episodes.

-There’s a recurring theme of the adult characters regaining their passion for something they once loved in a few episodes.

-However I also appreciate showing very realistic struggles, like financial concerns and how you can’t magically restore your community and town to its glory days without some effort put into it.

-Libby’s mom can be seen as an early cameo during ‘The (Un)natural.’ Of course, she would be there for her daughter ^_^

-I’m not a huge fan of the Christmas episode (never rewatched it until now) but GOD do I love the pink sky they use against the Christmas decorations and snow.

-In Pete’s news article in ‘Twin Trouble’, it mentions that other city planners mysteriously disappeared. However, I don’t think the show EVER addressed that, because such a story fascinated me and made me wonder if there was more to Brighton than meets the eye.

-There was a wasted opportunity in not discussing who or WHAT The Chairman was. Was this mystery meant for season 3?

-Scratch mentioning that he is dead throughout the show hits differently now that we know its quite the opposite. So does seeing him having to do mandatory things for the ghost world that he technically shouldn’t NEED to be doing at that moment.

-So does his interactions with Geoff. Oh boy.

-Was Scratch specifically assigned to scare Brighton? What about the other ghosts from there, like the Tugbottom siblings? Howlin Harriet? Sonia? Why don’t we see them doing their job as much as Scratch has to?

-The sheer irony of Scratch believing that he didn’t have any fears in ‘Scaring is Caring’ only for fear to be the reason WHY he was a ghost to begin with. Once again, there’s a hell of a difference between ‘Scratch as a human being afraid of everything’ and ‘Scratch as a ghost being afraid of losing Molly and would do anything to save her.’

-No seriously, it gets to a point where Scratch risks his existence to save Molly in this season and in the next one-if he had been human, he would have been willing to die for her.

-‘All Night Plight’ is an episode I hadn’t rewatched until recently. And it hits a LOT differently this time around. Molly wanted to form a forever memory with Libby and Scratch by seeing that comet and she managed to win over Scratch who went above and beyond to ensure that was possible. While that memory is now somewhere hidden in Scratch’s mind as a living person, this episode likely was one of the events needed to push him into becoming someone who would take chances and embrace life upon coming back to life.

-Considering the number of times Molly almost dies, it would have been one thing if Scratch didn’t take it too well if he failed to save Molly. But if he learned that he was the one who had the chance to come back to life and not her? Yeah, that would have seriously wrecked his mental state.

-That moment when you realize that it was TWO souls hovering on the edge between life and death that changed everything in the Ghost World. Also I could be wrong, but I caught that Molly AND Scratch both have a brighter glow compared to most other ghosts in the Ghost World. Was this stealth foreshadowing, or just a coincidence?

-Scratch’s declaration that knowing Molly was the highlight of his afterlife. That moment when you realize Molly brought him joy after years of being miserable as both a ghost and as a human. This girl reached out to him and was able to get him to open up when no one else did. This girl who is showing him how to truly live once more. This girl who he openly declares to be his friend no matter what others will think.

-When I see Wraith!Molly hugging Libby and Scratch, I just wonder ‘WHY DOES MOLLY HAVE 3 ARMS?!’

-As good as this show is, a lot of folks who watch these Disney Channel shows are likely used to the more story-oriented shows. While the ‘slice of life’ style for TGAMM did pay off, the slow pace and length it took for the episodes to release likely worked against it and I could see why it didn’t attract more viewers at the time.

Stuff relating to Todd:

-Scratch possesses people a lot in this show, but especially in season 1. I’m reminded of someone who talked about the wraith theory on YouTube and he had this guess that Scratch might someday possess Todd and then realize something is different this time. I think that having Scratch use the possession trick so often was building up to that one moment in the last episode because it WAS a matter of time until he possessed Todd.

-As I said in a previous post, I caught Todd in the stands during The (Un)Natural, which was his ACTUAL debut episode. It was easy to miss the first time, but its a noticeable establishing character moment since he’s the only audience member who is visibly NOT happy despite that the team is winning.

-Molly stopping at Todd’s house during the song montage in the bandshell episode hits a lot differently now after the series finale. But then I laughed when she smacked him in the face with a flyer upon stopping by the house a second time in the same episode.

-We have confirmation that Scratch (as Todd) knew the mayor when they were kids and that is a tale I’m very curious about.

-I caught Todd in the audience during ‘Citizen McGee’ when the mayor bestows the honor of being mayor for a day to Molly. I admit a cynical side of me thinks that this is how he actually remembers her name in the last episode…. But at the same time he was so on auto-pilot during that time that he likely wouldn’t pay much attention or remember those events that well. (Plus, you can’t be expected to remember someone’s name once all the time). I refuse to believe that he remembered this event and that Scratch’s memories were what actually triggered the name.

-Todd’s actual lines are very limited (I don’t think he gets many in season 2 compared to this one). While Dana Snyder was voicing him, Snyder lowered his voice so much that it’s really hard to tell that he’s the one voicing Todd. I keep putting my ear to my computer to listen, but Todd barely sounds like Dana. I think they did this on purpose to avoid making it too obvious that Todd IS Scratch. (And that’s probably why he doesn’t talk as much in season 2…. Until the last episode of course).

-The Internship seems to double as foreshadowing, and not just because Todd appears or that his ‘junk’ held some very crucial clues. Molly believes that the pawnshop is where happy memories go to die while Weird Larry assures her that it’s where memories can be reborn into something new. So… is the pawnshop a metaphor for Scratch’s own depression causing his ‘death’ and how he’ll be resurrected into a happier person?

#the ghost and molly mcgee #the ghost and molly mcgee spoilers #i'll need a break before i rewatch all of season 2 #molly mcgee #scratch the ghost #todd mortenson

[shadeysprings]

Hey, Beanie!💜 for Thicker than water fic - what if Tommy catches them?👀

Of the Same Feather

—Tommy Miller x F!Reader

Summary — Tommy catches you and Joel.

Warnings — noncon/dubcon, graphic violence, manipulation & the Millers just being complete jackasses.

A/N — Please be gentle with me, it's my first time uwu As y'all can see, this is a continuation of my drabble Thicker than Water. Also, I apologize if it's quite sloppy. Ya girl's rustee mcgee

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️

Tears stream down your face as you cower on your kitchen floor. You’re paralyzed, shock and fear cocooning your body and your senses as you bear witness to Tommy pinning down his brother on the ground, his fists raining down on Joel’s face. 

Tommy snarls as Joel tries to fight back, pushing to get the upper hand from the younger Miller. But Tommy is nothing but determined, anger and pain flaring in his eyes and his mouth almost foaming as he snarls and continues with his assault.

“She wanted it, Tommy!” Joel grunts when he successfully grabs a hold of Tommy by the neck of his shirt, blood sputtering from his mouth and dripping from his nose as he speaks. “She begged me to do it!”

“You shut the fuck up, Joel!” The younger Miller snarls before throwing another blow to his brother.

Just when you think Tommy would start beating Joel once again, he stops, grabbing Joel by the collar of his flannel, and growls like a vicious animal before letting him go and pushing himself off his brother.

He leans against the cabinet under the sink, the heels of his hands pressed against his eyes. Anger curls around him like fire, low groans of frustration emitting from his lips and all you want to do is reach out to him and soothe him from the pain he’s feeling. But as soon as you try to move to touch his shoulder, he turns his head and his eyes meet yours. 

Despite the deafening silence that fills the entire house, you hear your heart shatter when you see no love nor concern in his hazel orbs—only rage. And he has every right to be. You could have screamed and stopped Joel from his perversion but you didn’t and allowed him to do to you what he desired. So now, you take the consequences as painful as it is. 

He grunts as he pushes himself off the ground and yanks his brother along with him. 

“Get the fuck out of my house, you bastard, and don’t you ever come back!” Tommy yells and doesn’t wait for Joel to regain coherence before pushing him out of the kitchen.

Even when out of your sight the image of them continues to penetrate your mind as you hear both men struggling once more in the front room. A grunt echoes through the house then a cough and you push yourself to peek from behind the counter, wanting to make sure that Tommy is safe, that Tommy succeeds in making Joel leave.

“You’d choose that—that whore over your own flesh and blood?!” Joel spits, blood smearing on his arm as he wipes it off his face. “Open your goddamn eyes, Tommy! She’s just using you!”

“If I ever catch you near my property, I swear to God, Joel, I’ll fucking kill you!” Tommy threatens.

Silence surrounds the entire house once more, your heart pounding heavily against your chest as you wait for Joel to respond. But the slam of the door comes instead, making you flinch at the intensity before huffing out a breath of relief when you hear a car door open and close and tires rolling against the pavement. 

That’s when you slump from where you’re hiding, eyes trained on the blood staining the tiles of your kitchen. Fear remains in your chest as the scene of Tommy beating up his brother replays over and over in your head. You know Tommy to be fierce but also very loving in his own sweet way, but never in your mind did it cross how violent he can be and you sit there, praying, hoping that he’d see reason and believe you. 

You visibly start when he calls your name, hands shaking as you clutch on the edge of the counter and make to stand from your hiding place. Tommy’s anger seemed to have dissipated but with the way his chest heaves and his fist winds tight, you’re certain it’s still boiling within him.

“Tommy—” you start. “I—I didn’t ask for it, I swear.” The worry suddenly comes rushing in and you can’t help but cry once more, the tears streaming uncontrollably down your face. “Please, Tommy—please,” you beg, your voice cracking as you force yourself to speak, to voice your side and to let him know your feelings. “Please believe me, Tommy. You’re all I want—you’re the one I love and I would never—”

“You mean that?” His question catches you off guard and you stare at him, seriousness and sadness painting your face. “You really love me?” he asks.

“I do, Tommy,” you rush to him and immediately wrap your arms around his middle, his eyes focused on your face as you look up at him, fingers clutching on his shirt from the back. “I love you—only you.”

He doesn’t speak but from the way he looks at you, you know he’s thinking. A small smile then forms on your lips when he presses his hand against your cheek. You lean against his touch, reaching for his hand, all the same, to keep a hold of him, to keep him near. 

“Then prove it.” He utters, the words making you blink in confusion. “Bend over.”

“Huh?”

“If you mean what you said, that I’m the only one you love, prove it to me by bending over.”

“But—”

“Then Joel was right. You are just using me.” His eyes flash a different shade, turning darker by the second. 

“Tommy, no!” You cry once more, clutching his hand when he pulls it away from your face. “Please, Tommy! I love you, I really do.” 

“If you mean that, you know what to do.” 

His tone scares you, cold and callous, concern all gone as if the Tommy you knew and fell in love with flew out the window. Your hands shake once more, fidgeting as you think of his words. Slowly, you turn around, swallowing thickly as you face the countertop and do as he says, leaning forward and exposing your behind to him. 

Your lips quiver when he closes the distance, his crotch pressing against your ass, a whimper escaping your throat when his hand moves to caress the cheek, his foot kicking yours apart and your spine going rigid when he cups your clothed cunt. 

“Who owns this pussy?” He snarls against your ear when he bends over, his chest pressing against your back. “Who. Fucking. Owns. this?” 

But before you can respond his fingers flick through the fabric of his boxers that you’re wearing, pushing it aside only to caress your pussy lips and pushing in a finger while his thumb presses threateningly against the tight ring of muscle.

“Y—you.” you mumble and everything you once knew seems to fade right in front of you when he slips another digit within, fucking you the same way his brother did. 

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#tommy miller #tommy miller x reader #dark tommy miller #dark!tommy miller #the last of us #au #of the same feather #shadeysprings fics #gabriel luna characters

[newtonsheffield]

Of course it’s Gregory Fertile McGee Bridgerton is the one that ends up being a teenage dad 🤦‍♀️

Well, Gregory feels that Lucy’s eggs are partially to blame for the fact that all he has to do is look at her and she’s pregnant again. He uses protection! He does! He used protection every time the first time because he might have only been eighteen but he was responsible. He’s a responsible guy! He was thoughtful when they were hooking up, he always ordered her takeaway and his bathroom was full of little amenities for her to use! And sure, his sperm bested one condom but he doesn’t feel that that should tarnish his reputation as a considerate guy!

And it worked out didn’t it?! He already knew he was falling in love with Lucy when they found out she was pregnant with Katie and sure there was an awkward few months of them living together but they’re being honest about what they want now. They’re in a committed relationship, they’re raising a very adorable daughter who’s nearly two years old and Gregory might be a little biased but she’d the greatest baby that’s ever existed. She has adorable little pigtails and Gregory loves being a stay at home Dad.

“Gregory Hugo Bridgerton!”

Gregory froze, stretched out on the floor with Katie stretched out on his back with her chin resting on Gregory’s head. “Daddy’s in troubleee.”

Gregory tutted at his daughter’s sing-song, “Daddy is never in trouble with Mummy.”

Though it wasn’t true, she never called him Gregory, let alone his full name and he could hear the panic in his girlfriend’s voice.

“She used your big name.”

“Gregory!”

Gregory groaned, catching his daughter as he rolled. “Well Daddy had better go and see why. Finish eating your carrots kiddo.”

He strode up the stairs two at a time, trying to squash the panic fluttering in his chest as he made his way to their bedroom. “Everything okay?”

Lucy was sat in the middle of the bedroom floor, her hair piled on top of her head and one of his shirts was hanging on her slight frame. She had her head in her hands staring at something on the floor that he couldn’t quite see.

“Loo?”

“You tell me, Greg.” Lucy lifted her head with a shuddering breath and he saw the panic in her eyes before his eyes fell on what she’d been looking at.

There were four pregnancy tests on the floor.

Gregory fell to his knees, his heart pounding as he cradled her face, “Luce. This is amazing. This is amazing I’m so Happy.”

Lucy relaxed against him and her eyes softened, “I’m happy as well but I am furious at you.”

“At me?!” Gregory squawked “how is this my fault?!”

“You have super sperm! This is the second time you’ve done this to me!”

Gregory flushed, “Well, we’re… young. I’m not even 21 yet, I’m in my sexual prime.”

Lucy rolled her eyes, “Your sexual prime? Gross.”

“You’ve benefited from my sexual prime thank you!” Gregory huffed, “And excuse me! Obviously your IUD isn’t doing a whole lot!”

“Let’s leave my uterus out of it,” Lucy tutted, “She’s occupied again for the second time before her 25th birthday, she’s stressed.”

“I’m just saying, clearly one of your eggs slipped passed the thing!” He motioned with his hand, “It’s your fault for having slippery eggs! My guys just ran into it accidentally!”

“Oh is that how it works?” There was laughter in her eyes now, “Slippery eggs?”

“Well, I’m not an expert Lucy.”

“Well, you obviously are an expert.” Lucy tutted, “Because again: I’m pregnant again!”

“This might actually kill Anthony.” Gregory breathed, “He’s not a young man.”

“Well, I should probably warn Kate that her husband’s about to go completely grey at the very least.”

#gregory x lucy #grucy #lucy abernathy #gregory bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[desultory-novice]

Hello! I had a silly idea :0 - Yume Nikki Fangame with Adeleine as protagonist.

She has the perfect age range and body type for it!

...I will say, I don't think Adeleine is a good fit for a YNFG protagonist thematically. Those games are often about exploring powerful subconscious TRAUMA through dreams. Can you imagine this Adeleine with the, "iya, iya" ("no, no") reaction in front of a door?

Now, while I've nitpicked once before on the issue the fandom (and I'm not innocent of it) has with stretching and squeezing Adeleine too much to try and cram her into any of a dozen different roles she's not a good match for because she's the only human member of the cast and–at least on the surface–the easiest one to project onto (Really, KIRBY should be the easiest one to project onto, and indeed, Kirby is primed for a YN fangame, as Ondaja already figured out! ^_-) her being seen as Kirby and friends' grounded-in-reality Christopher Robin does mean it at least wouldn't be that unusual/unexpected.

So let's explore the MOST cliche scenario we could use:

I call it, "Dess McGee's Adeleine" XD

Adeleine is a patient undergoing therapy in the real world because Dream Land, Popstar, and everyone there are merely delusions she's having to cope with something awful/frightening in her life. This is her "iya, iya", where she doesn't want to leave her bedroom and continue getting treated so she can face the real world. She wants to go back to sleep so she can keep crutching on her comfort fantasy, though the two "realities" are now battling in her subconscious.

Her dream realms might consist of twisted versions of familiar Kirby landscapes that have intersected with or been awkwardly fused with elements of the real world and various psychoses that might hint (but never explain) why she withdrew from reality in the first place.

The characters might superficially resemble the familiar Kirby cast but not be acting like themselves. Some would shake their heads and walk away or ignore her, some might act aggressively and blame her for trying to "kill them" by getting treatment (these would probably be your chasers), others might look normal but start to decay in a jumpscare-like manner if you interact using certain Effects.

One could even play with the Adeleine/Ado thing here. Perhaps "Adeleine" is part of the delusion. The forever-young child who never has to grow up while "Ado" already resembled someone in her late teens. You could have a series of chasers who look like Ado, or are tall and lanky and represent other aspects of becoming a "grown-up"

Among the Effects are things like Kracko and Ice Dragon as rideables of different speed + inducing various handy weather effects, as well as her trusty paintbrush which could have a variety of functions including a return to hub effect? She should have a Dark Matter-adjacent Effect too, as a former possession victim in 64.

She miiiight also have the crystal gun as her Weapon, though to be true to the YM-style, using it on people should be more violent and semi-permanent than expected. (Oh no, real world consequences are invading my comfort space!)  And of course, there is a "Ribbon" Effect that gives her fairy wings if you equip it.

The Good (?) End has Adeleine embrace her reality as the now grown up Ado and leave her room at last. The Bad (?) End has you go to sleep one last time, only to return to a fully restored, fully healed Dream Land with all her friends happy that she's back at last! ^_^

#Kirby #Kirby series #Adeleine #Adeleine Kirby #YNFG #Not a real one but a hypothetical #Though I support the creation of such a thing! #Need more ambitious Kirby content featuring the side cast! #ask to tag

[specialagentlokitty]

McGee x reader - approval

McGee x Tony's twin Reader - Reader and McGee go on a date but McGee doesn't realise who Reader's brother is until Tony finds out - @mxacegrey 💜

Sitting at the small table, you smiled as you watched the nervous man walk over and you laughed a little as he fumbled with his chair before taking a seat.

“Timothy calm down, it’s okay.” You laughed softly.

He smiled sheepishly and nodded his head.

“Sorry.. I.. I. Don’t do this much..” he mumbled.

You reached over and placed your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You’re doing great, just breathe.”

He nodded and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down before the pair of you settled into a light conversation.

Once his nerves had washed away, he started to grow a little more confident but he kept it respectful for you.

You guys had dinner and you’re ere wondering the mall, hands brushing against each other as you looked for something else to do since the evening was still young.

“Hey you ever played arcade games?”

“Yeah, I used to.” Tim nodded.

“Wanna play some?” You beamed.

Looking at your smile, he couldn’t help but say yes. Your smile had that affect on him, the moment he saw it he couldn’t help but agree to whatever you were planning.

Whether it was something nice and relaxing, or something so absurd he was sure you’d make a great government agent, Timothy McGee just couldn’t say no to you.

“Oh my brother is staying with me by the way, so when he drop me off he might be there but you can just ignore him.” You smiled.

“Right I still haven’t met your brother yet…” he mumbled.

“Don’t worry he’s harmless honestly.” You smiled.

You had told him a bit about your family but not, you explained you were distant from them since you lived with your moms side of the family while your twin brother stayed with your dad.

Tim turned his attention back to you on the game and smiled, resting his arms on the back of the chair you were sat on as he watched.

You were amazing at racing games, he was brilliant at shooting games, but anything in between you both sucked at.

After a few more hours of playing games, you both decided it was time to head home, and like the gentleman Tim was he drove you home and walked you up to your apartment.

“Wanna come in for a bit? I’ve got some books I want to show you.” You smiled.

“Sure, I’d like that.” He smiled back.

You led him in and hung up his jacket before leading him into the living room and telling him to wait there.

While he was waiting, he heard someone walked over and turned around only to jump up when he saw who it was.

“McNerd? What’re you doing here?” Tony asked.

“I’m waiting for my partner, why’re you here?”

“Apartment works.”

Tim blinked before finally putting two and two together.

“You’re (Y/N)s brother?!” He whisper yelled.

Tony blinked, still trying to piece it together, which in his tired state was taking a lot longer than he would’ve liked to admit, but he finally realised what was going on.

“Oh my god… you’re dating my twin?!”

Both men freaked out a little bit before calming down.

Tony walked over, putting Tim in a headlock as he pulled him into a different room and let him go.

“You’re the one they’ve been seeing a few times a week?” Tony asked.

“Yes! Where else do you think I’ve been going!?”

“I don’t know, some geek thing?!”

Both of them were freaking out, neither of them had put it together before.

Tim was freaking out he was dating his friends twin, and Tony was freaking out you were dating his geeky coworker.

After a moment Tony peaked his head out and hold a finger up to you telling you to wait there.

Closing the door again, he turned to Tim.

“Don’t kill me…”

“Relax McGee, I’m not gonna kill you. If I’m being honest there isn’t anyone better I could ask to date them.” Tony sighed.

Tim blinked a little a little.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah I mean come on, you’re a federal agent. I know you’ll look after them, now get out there.”

Tony pushed Tim out the door before following behind him, making his way back the way he had originally came from and Tim sat next to you.

He looked at you rambling on about the books and he smiled to himself.

You and Tony were so different, and he was glad he had your brother’s approval which was hard to get he knew that for a fact.

Listening to you going on about one of the books, and simply just sat there admiring you

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[satureja13]

(There is a Poll below) Vlad is still playtesting. And while he took a walk through the village and admired Tiny Can's work, it slowly went dark, the stands closed and the folks went to the Lion's Pride Inn.

He heard the music from the inside. 'The Dublin Pub Crawl' by The Irish Rovers was playing.

'We all went in to Kitty McGee's for we're a jolly crew We all went in to Kitty McGee's to have a drink or two Kitty McGee's, in Dublin town upon the crawl A hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew'

He had nowhere to go and so he went in. Maybe someone takes pity on him and gives him some food? He already felt a bit weak on his legs. And his job at the sculptor only started early next morning... There are so many known faces here! Ms. Coombes, their former teacher, Travis (Jeb and Ji Ho's Roadie) and Uncle Stefan, who raised Jack. But they are just NPCs Tiny Can created and none of them recognized him.

As soon as Gia, the bartender, saw Vlad, she stopped him. Gia: "I'm sorry. You can't enter as long as your status is unclear. Go to the castle after you got paid tomorrow and ask for an audience to talk to the Queen about your status. You can sleep in the shack behind the Inn and I'll care for your horse after my shift. But that's all I can do for you."

And so Vlad went over to the shack...still hungry. Let's hope Diablo finds a better place for the night. At least he can eat some grass and would't have to go to sleep hungry. And then this cute - but somehow really delicious looking bunny approached Vlad... should he...? It's just a game. But the thought of eating a bunny makes him uncomfortable. He does eat meat, but killing the animal himself is a whole different thing. But he's so hungry. And he'll have to survive the night and the next day working before he gets paid...

Vlad tried to escape this situation by going to (try to) sleep. But when he stood up and stepped inside the shack, he saw stars and almost fell unconscious. He has no choice...

In the meantime, Gia was caring for Diablo. The way she looks at him. Is she having the same thoughts about Diablo as Vlad has about the bunny? Ö.ö'

Phew. She finally leaves the stable. But Diablo decides it's better to stay awake and alert. No one will eat him. No matter how 'useless' they think he is!

Gia: "You weren't about to eat that bunny, were you?" Vlad: "Uhm..."

Gia: "You really must be very hungry then." And she gave him a plasma fruit! A HFN for Vlad and the bunny ^^'

This will help him (and the bunny) to survive the night and the next day. After he had the plasma fruit (that really tasted like a real one outside of the game), he lay on the straw in the shack and pondered about his ingame experiences so far. Even though many events here were upsetting and annoying, they still were managable and there had been no moment where he wanted to scream 'OUT!'. So Tiny Can improved a lot. And of course the Therapy Game will be annoying and hard. They all know that. Therapy is no rose garden after all and as far as he can speak for the others, they are determined to change their lives for the better and are willing to work hard for it. And he will help them by testing this game and make sure it's safe for them. He decided to playtest also the following day and then report back to Saiwa. And then he fell asleep under the stars that shone through the missing shingles of the shack and the bunny watched over his sleep...

TMI: Even though Vlad got killed by the Killer Bunny once, he isn't resentful. Vlad's sweet memories with Bunnies: on their trip to Henford and at Beltane.

The situation with hungry Vlad and the bunny reminds me of some quests in games that gave me a hard time. There was one in World of Warcraft where I had to use torture on a prisioner to get information. It's many years ago. I did it but I still feel uncomfortable about this. Killing when I get attacked ingame is ok for me, but this - I don't know. I play computer games for over 40 years now and I am still not dulled ^^' Do other players even have such thoughts? Let's find out:

You are also very welcome to leave a comment with your thoughts.

This is a very enthralling topic for me these days while we explore the Therapy Game and there will be more situations like this. I'm so curious how the Boys will deal with them. It's also very different from other games because the Boys act as themselves and it really feels like they are a part of their ingame surroundings.

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

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[callsigndragon]

Seeing Red | Ch. 51: Checkmate (Part I)

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, death, weapons, killing, mama and papa bear seresin are here to stay. angst angst aNGST, mentions of pregnancy, supportive fam… and a cliffhanger

A/N: besties, this is so long that i had to split it in half. second part of the chapter will be published today as well, don’t worry.

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IMPORTANT DATA FOR THE CHAPTER: There's a mention of a chess move in the chapter. It's called promotion. When a pawn reaches the end of the board it “promotes”, it turns into another piece. Most of the time players promote to a queen, but a rook, knight, or bishop is also possible.

“For the hundredth time, I didn’t see anyone, McGee.” You reply, tired of the same questions. He’s been asking them for an hour now. 

"Are you sure? Because maybe you saw a tattoo or something?" He insists, looking at you. 

"McGee, she said she didn't see anything." Jake, who is standing next to you, glares at the agent and tells him to stop asking questions. McGee closes his notepad, rolls his eyes, and leaves the room.

You turn in the hospital gurney you've been sitting in since Jake brought you there. He didn’t accept "no" for an answer, and once he felt the swelling in the back of your head, where the kidnapper had hit you, he rushed you to the ER. Doc happened to be there once the two of you entered, with white faces and void eyes. She knew that something had happened, and even though she’s a pediatrician and adults aren’t her specialty, she insisted on taking care of you. 

That’s when she found out you were pregnant. It was still too early to see anything in an ultrasound, but she asked for some blood tests, and when they came back, everything was okay and the pregnancy test was positive. 

Jake hadn't left you once in all the time you'd been in the hospital, his hand always on yours, wedding bands in constant contact. Neither of you has said a word, both of you are silently blaming yourselves for something that is not your fault. The only one to blame here is the one who planned this, the one who has been trying to hurt you every day since you came back together.

And you want to talk to him to convince him that he did the right thing. That he’s not the one to blame for leaving you alone. You were supposed to be safe while in base, and for some reason, that security had been taken away from you as well as your kid. 

But you can’t tell him that when your own thoughts and the voices inside your head are screaming at you to do something, to get up from that blue bed and search far and wide until you find your son. 

Your body, however, is completely stiff and frozen. 

“Red, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you al-” You cover his mouth with your hand, and the action makes him look at you with a raised brow. 

“It’s not your fault. Someone got into base, and we don’t know how. But it’s not your fault, Jake.” 

"How are you so calm?" He asks with a broken voice, hand caressing your arm. “I can’t even think properly.” 

You sigh, looking down at his hands. “It’s a game, Jake.”

“What?” 

You caress his cheek softly, somehow the action brings comfort to the two of you. “What did he leave for you in that box?” 

“A red queen.” 

You move your hand to your pocket, getting out another chess piece. Is a white pawn. “Liam is only a pawn, Jake. He won’t hurt him.” 

Jake takes the piece in his hand, looking at it. “Why didn’t you tell McGee about this?” 

“Because he took our pawn, and now it’s our turn to make a move. We can't involve the police or the NCIS in this.”

"You have a white pawn, while I have a red queen. Why?" 

"I think the queen was just to scare you, to remind you of something you lost in the past. The pawn, however, is something that is missing now. In chess, the pawn is a piece that can become something else." You explain, observing how Jake's fingers turn the pawn around. It reminds you of how he plays with Liam's fingers when he falls asleep on his chest while watching a movie. 

Jake raises his head slowly, the meaning behind your words hitting him instantly. "A promotion." 

"If he doesn't get his knight back…" You begin, getting up from the bed. 

"...he will turn the pawn into a knight." You nod, watching as he closes his eyes in desperation. “If I had stayed with him, this wouldn’t have happened.” 

“If you didn’t run away, Liam wouldn’t exist. So please, stop blaming yourself.” You reassure him, trying to make him understand that this is not his fault. “Jake, I wouldn’t change a thing in my life. I would choose you in every single lifetime.” 

Jake nods absentmindedly, pulling from his pocket the red queen piece that McGee gave him early. It didn't have fingerprints. "What are we gonna do, Red?" 

“We need to make a move.” You hear someone getting close to the room, and you hide the pawn in Jake’s pocket. Both of you turn around, waiting to see who’s coming. You relax when you see Mav and Iceman. 

“There you are. I’m so sorry, guys.” Mav says as he opens his arms and approaches you both. You let Jake be the first to receive Mav's embrace. “I won’t ask how you’re feeling because I could never comprehend the pain you’re feeling.” 

Jake steps back, sniffling and wiping a stray tear with his fingertips. You let Mav hug you now, the warmth of his body making you feel better and worse at the same time. “We’re not good. And we won’t be until we get our baby back.” You explain, hugging Jake’s arm. 

“Those guys, Tony and Tim, they are talking about search warrants and stuff like that.” Ice mumbles, looking between you and Jake. “I’m sorry. I swore that you’d be safe here and I didn’t keep my word.”

“Ice, you couldn’t have prevented this.” You reply, trying to make him feel better. It’s futile, and you know it. Nobody will feel better until you bring Liam back home. 

“I could have tried. I never thought one of us could make this.” He says, sitting on the bed. 

You frown at his words. “Wait, one of us? What do you mean by one of us?” 

“Apparently, a person from the base took him. He had been relocated here from another base five months ago.” 

“Do you have a picture or something?” Jake urges, wanting to know who this man who has kidnapped your baby is. 

Ice takes out his phone, tapping at it several times until he finds the picture he’s looking for. He turns it around, and you don’t recognize him. Average white man, blue eyes, dark hair with a buzz cut. It would be like every other man you see almost every day at base if it weren’t for the large scar crossing his left eye. 

“I haven’t seen him.” You comment, looking at Jake, whose hands are balled into fists. “Jake?” 

“His name is Vlad. He works with my dad.” He reveals, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “Vlad is Gregory’s left hand.” 

Mav looks at Ice, deception all over his face. He’s not mad at him, however. He’s mad with the system that didn’t work. “How is it possible that nobody saw a connection with him?” 

“Because never uses his real name. There’s no way we could have linked him with Gregory.” Jake sighs, rubbing the sides of his head. “Look, I appreciate that you tell me who took my son, but I already know that. What I want to know is what the fuck I’m supposed to do now.” 

“Jake,” you warn him, knowing that he’s about to snap at the wrong people. Mav and Ice don’t deserve it. 

“I don’t care about what the NCIS says, Red. I’m not gonna stay here and wait for them to bring my kid back.” He barks, almost throwing the phone against the wall. Lucky for Ice, he manages to get it from Jake’s hands in time. 

“But you don’t know where he is, Jake. You need to wait.” Mav reminds him, patting his back. 

That’s right. You don’t know where Liam is, and you need NCIS help to find him. 

Wait. 

You know where he is. 

“Oh my god, I’m so fucking stupid.” You get your phone out of your bag, and try to unlock it, but you’re so nervous that you keep pressing the wrong numbers. “Come on, you fucking useless block.” 

“Red, what are you doing?” Jake questions, looking over your shoulder to see what you’re doing. 

“Liam has a GPS in his pants.” You almost scream when you can’t unlock the stupid phone. Jake opens his hand, waiting for you to give him the phone. You do, as you watch him unlock it in one go, his hands more steady than yours. 

“A GPS?” Iceman inquires, surprised but relieved that you can track your child. 

“Sarge, well, Payback’s wife, bought it. I sewed a hidden pocket in every single one of his pants, and I’ve been hiding it, just in case.” You confess, logging into the app that is connected to the tracking device. 

“Why didn't I know about this?” Jake mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I don’t know, I just thought the less people knew about it, the better.” You reply, not looking away from the screen, and sigh in relief when you see that the tracking device is working. The signal is moving north, too fast to be on a car. 

“He’s flying.” Jake comes to the same conclusion as you. 

“Someone stole one helicopter.” Ice adds, and now you know how Liam has disappeared so quickly. 

“But where are they going?” 

Jake takes the phone again, moving the map to see what cities are ahead of them. “Hidden Hills.” 

“What’s in Hidden Hills?” You inquire, locking the phone and looking around the room at Jake, who is now pacing. 

"The house where I grew up." 

The image that not so long ago danced around in your brain, the one that featured a small kid that looked like Liam, a kid that wandered in a gigantic mansion with dark and infinite walls, comes back to your mind to haunt you. But this time, the kid is Liam. You need to rescue your son. 

“We need a helicopter.” You glance in Ice’s direction, asking silently for permission. 

“I can’t. A kid has disappeared, and we’re not allowed to move out of the base until he appears.” 

“We’re fucked up, then.” 

"Take my bike. Go get your son." Mav stuffs a hand in his pocket, reaching for his motorcycle keys.

"But we can't leave," you say, looking out the window and counting the car patrols outside the building. Tony called them when you were brought to the ER, not wanting another member of the Seresin family to disappear. “The moment we step out of the hospital, one of those officers will follow every step we make.” 

“And that’s my cue.” 

After hearing the female voice, you turn around to see Sarge and Payback standing there with the rest of the Daggers behind them. You can feel your chest swell with pride at the people in front of you, your family, who have always claimed that when the time comes, they’ll be with you, for better or worse. And here they are. 

“Oh my god, Sarge.” You go with them, feeling dozens of arms surrounding you in a big, comforting hug. “The GPS is working, I know where he is.” 

“Told ya it would work.” She smiles, patting your hair. 

The guys look at Jake, who is leaning against the wall and not looking at them. “Jake, come on. This is not your fault.” 

“I will punch the next one that says that.” He grunts, lifting his eyes from the floor to glare at Rooster. “And you know how much it hurts.”

“We’re losing precious time here.” Nat mumbles, looking outside the door. “There’s a car in the underground parking.” 

Jake hears Nat’s words and takes a deep breath. He knows what they’re implying. Take the car and drive to Hidden Hills. He would do it in a heartbeat, but there’s a problem. 

He knows you’re going to insist on coming with him. He can’t have two babies in that house. 

“You’re staying, Red.” 

“You’re not going anywhere without me.” You retort, not looking at him. 

Jake grabs you softly by the arm, turning you around. “I can’t put another baby at risk.” 

“Another baby?” Bob repeats. “Red, are you pregnant?” 

“Yes, I'm pregnant. But Jake, you need me.” You insist, ignoring the excited laughs from the daggers. “You can’t go there alone. He won’t let you go.” 

“I can’t have another one of my babies in that house.” 

You press a hand against his chest, closing your eyes and preparing yourself for the next words you’re going to say. “Jake, we can make another baby. But there’s only one you.” 

"I went to the station and got you vests. You’ll be okay. You have everything you need in the truck.” Sarge's hand closes around yours, pressing the car keys against your skin. "He's one hour ahead of you. You need to go now." 

You never take your eyes away from Jake's, which are narrowed in tension and darting all over your face. Words wouldn't be able to express all the emotions that are running through his head right now. Rage, terror, fury—all conveyed in one single green stare. 

"If anything happens to you now that I have you back..." His voice falters, cracking with unshed tears that break the remains of your heart. Promising that everything will be okay is cruel and unfair. The chances of coming back with your kid are low. But you have to take risks, or you won’t see Liam again. 

“Nothing will happen to me.” You promise him, kissing him softly while all the voices in your head scream at you, calling you a liar. You know, and you’re sure he knows too, that you’ll risk everything to make sure that Liam and Jake come back safe to San Diego. Even if that means sacrificing yourself.

“Shit, that Italian agent is coming.” Mickey whisper-yells, and you grab Jake’s hand. 

“Doc, is there an elevator that goes to the underground parking?” You ask her, and she quickly nods, handing you two white coats like the one she’s wearing. 

“Wear this. It’ll make you look like a doctor, and they won’t stop you.” 

You hug all of them quickly and follow Doc, who is quickly turning around corners until she finds the elevator she’s looking for. “It’s this one. Be careful, okay?” 

Jake watches as you hug her; the woman is almost tearing up at the thought of something happening to any of you. You whisper something in her ear, something you can’t hear, and she nods, pushing both of you inside the elevator once the doors open. 

You can see her tears before the doors close again. 

It’s a two hour trip until you get to Hidden Hills. Almost three, actually. And you don't even know how you're going to pass through security once you're there. Hidden Hills is a safe place for celebrities and rich people. No one passes security without previous authorization. 

"Jake, we won't be able to pass the guard without being noticed." 

"We're not using the main entrance, sweets." He says this while taking his hand off the steering wheel and searching for yours. "My father's house has a secret tunnel. That's our way in." 

You nod, looking outside the window. It's so dark outside that you can barely see anything, just trees passing by in a blur. The obscurity is disturbed once in a while by the car lights in the other lane, a brief moment of light in the moonless night. 

"Once we get Liam, you're running the fuck out." He orders, his eyes focused on the road ahead. 

You shake your head. "I'm not leaving without you." 

"Liam is the main priority, Red. He won't hurt him or me. He needs us, you said it yourself." 

"Why is he so desperate? Why does he need an heir so bad?" 

Jake moves your intertwined hands to his lips, softly kissing your knuckles. You don’t know if the action is supposed to calm you or him. "I don't care. He took our kid. That's the last straw." 

Your voice comes out in a shaky breath when you pronounce your next words. "You know there's only one way of ending this, right?" 

"We've killed people before, Red."

"Pressing a button while I'm flying. I never had to see the face of the target I'm trying to eliminate!" You protest, feeling a throbbing headache take over your body. 

"You won't have to pull the trigger." 

You don't say anything after that. The seriousness in his voice makes you ponder how many times he has dreamed of this moment, of finally having the opportunity to put an end to a lifetime of nightmares and psychological torture. You can't even imagine how bad a father has to be for his own son to think about killing him. 

You're glad you don't know. 

"Rest a bit, okay? I'll wake you up when we're there." 

"Promise me that you won't leave me in the car." 

"If I go inside that house alone, who's gonna get Liam out?" 

Yeah, he needs you to get Liam to a safe place. You can close your eyes, knowing that we won't try to play hero and leave without you. 

The secret tunnel Jake mentioned is hidden in a hillside. At the top of that hill is Jake's childhood home. Jake parks the car behind some tall bushes, drumming his fingers against the wheel. He's nervous and scared.

"Let's see what Sarge gave us." You mutter, opening the door and getting out of the car, walking slowly, a part of you not wanting to open the truck and check the contents. Doing it means facing the idea that you may become a murderer, with all the consequences that entails. 

Sarge has provided you with almost everything you might need: bulletproof vests, tactical boots, knives, boxing hand wraps, belts filled with magazines for the guns… 

"Why the hand wraps?" Jake inquires, grabbing one of the pairs. 

"It prevents bruised knuckles." You explain, looking at your hands. "We have to take our rings off." 

Jake slips the platinum band off his finger and hides it in one of the vest pockets. "This will work."

You suit up quietly, not even speaking when you need his help to close the vest, or to help you wrap your hands. A soft touch on his arm is enough for him to know that you need him. It's similar to when you're cooking at home—soft touches to catch the other person's attention, no need for words. It's always been like this. And a part of you seems to find comfort in the fact that even at the worst moments, you're still in sync. 

Jake doesn't let go of your hands when he finishes wrapping them. You raise your head, watching how he struggles to keep his eyes open, knowing that the moment he blinks, tears will run freely down his face. He can't cry. It's not the moment to cry. 

"It's only been what… three months since I got you back?" He mumbles, his words forming a lump on his throat that doesn't seem to go away. "And I might lose you again." 

"You're not gonna lose me." Jake leans down to press his forehead against yours as you cup his face between your hands. "We're gonna go in there, get our kid, and walk out without a scratch." 

He nods, kissing your forehead, your nose, and your lips in that order. You've always wondered how a final kiss before a battle felt, if it was truly filled with all the emotions you couldn't express aloud in such a short period of time. 

It is probably the best kiss you've ever had.

Jake wipes his face, taking a deep breath, and when he opens them again, you can't see a single trace of Jake in them. 

That's Hangman. Fierce, determined, and deadly. 

"Let's go get Liam," he says, cocking his gun. 

You nod, following him towards the tunnel.

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[aplaceinthedark]

AU interlude: MADE BREATH and SKIN

Noah Sebastian (The Watcher of the Woods) x onbc (Taylor)

Word Count: 2.7k+

Cw: language, supernatural themes, sexy stuff: oral (oc receiving), fingering, slight monster fucking (monster, demi-deity, whatev Fuckface McGee thinks he is), pet play if you squint, unwrapped p in v (be safe, kiddos), telepathic dirty-talk, overstimulation

“I don't need to be babysat. Like they're gonna try to break into my house and kidnap me,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.  

“Well, too bad. Like I have anything better to do than babysit you,” Noah said, shedding his leather jacket he had over his hoodie. I could hear the playful undertone in his voice, thankfully. And to be honest, I was kind of glad he was here. 

“Need help?” I commented as he pulled his hoodie up. 

“Nope,” he said, lifting it up above his head. I mainly watched just to see how he could manage to get it over the antlers that were sprouting from the sides of his head, but I would be lying if I said I didn't sneak a peek at the part of his stomach as his shirt rode up. “Jeez, do you have to keep this place like a sauna in here?”

“It's not even seventy degrees in here,” I said, trying to avoid staring too long after he managed to get the hoodie off, but I still couldn’t get over the fact that he was actually that… big under all that clothing. He was now down to just a cut-off tank, leaving all the binding sigils that ran up and down his arms and across his collarbones and shoulders on display. Honestly, combined with the muscles, it made me want to punch him. 

But still, after a while, my eyes were drawn back up to the antlers. While not as wide and impressive as the last time I saw them, they still seemed to make him seem taller and bigger than he already was. 

“My eyes are down here.”

His words snapped me out of my reverie before he flipped down onto the couch beside me. “What're we watching?” he asked. When I looked down into his eyes, with his face drawn up into a smirk, I was almost taken aback when I noticed the smattering of freckles under them. The Lost Boy Who Would Become King.

“Does it hurt?” I blurted out.

“Does what hurt?” Noah asked. 

“The antlers… when they grow out. Do they hurt?” I clarified, curiosity getting the better of me. 

He blinked. “N-no?” he replied awkwardly, like no one had bothered to ask that question of him before. “Mostly they’re just sensitive until they reach their full point. Kinda itchy, too.” His thigh bumped against mine. 

“Has anyone touched them?” I asked. 

“No, usually people are too busy screaming ‘Ah, don’t kill me’ if I get—“ I cut him off with a backhand to the chest. “What? It's true!”

“I meant like Nick and the others,” I huffed, leaning back. 

“Nah, they're not stupid enough to–” Noah said, but then stopped dead when I pressed my thumb against one of the points.

“Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt—“ I stammered, pulling my hand away until I noticed his eyes. They seemed to pin me to where I was sitting. 

“No, you’re fine, it's just…” Noah swallowed thickly, “I didn’t expect it to feel like… that.”

“Like wha…?” I trailed off as I realized what he meant. Oh.

My hand, which was still hovering near his head, fell back down to his antlers. Curiosity getting the better of me, I traced a light line from where they met his skull up to one of the first points. He shuddered under my touch, a small moan slipping out.

“Stop that,” he gritted out.

“Stop what?” I asked. I meant for it to be an honest question, but I didn't think he took it to be like that. Especially when his hand shot up and snatched my wrist away from his head. 

“Stop teasing,” he said with a low rumble, dipping his head down to where he was eye level with me. My heart stopped when I saw how dark his eyes were. 

I felt his other hand snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. As ironic as the comparison was, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. “Is that why you asked about them? So you could see me like this?” he asked. I was practically on his lap at this point, my knees straddling his thighs. He dipped his head lower to nuzzle his lips against my jaw.

The movement snapped me out of my paralysis, and I finally found my voice. “Aww, is Bambi sensitive?” I cooed, reaching my free hand up to run a finger up his antlers again. He shuddered against me, breath panting and ragged, and I froze up again when I felt his dick begin to harden underneath my core.

“I said watch it,“ he growled, grabbing that hand as well. “Do you like being a tease? Touching me like that?” He pushed me onto my back, pinning my wrists to the armrest above my head. He easily was able to hold both of them with one hand, those long fingers wrapping around them as he freed a hand to roughly grab my jaw. “Touch me again, and I’ll build you up to just leave you here wet and needy.”

My eyes widened a little bit as I took in what he said. “No—“ He cut me off with a small squeeze. The little puffs of breath he let out ghosted over my ear, making me shudder in his hands. When he finally let go of my jaw, it was to only run it over the hollow of my throat and stop. He leaned down, his lips leaving light but wet kisses along my neck.

A soft whimper escaped my throat, and my legs squirmed under his. He chuckled, my only warning before he bit down on the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder. A sharp gasp left me, which turned into a moan when his teeth retracted to let his tongue sweep over the mark. 

“I want everyone to know what’s mine, little rabbit,” he whispered. “I want them to know that you belong to the Watcher of the Woods.”

The possessive tone he used slightly pissed me off, but as he alternated between biting and soothing at my tender skin, I could barely care. That's when I realized that despite my fogged-up brain, my mouth was close to the base of his antlers. So, between keening, I let out a breathy moan that I knew would hit them.

His reaction was instantaneous. He let out a loud moan against my wet skin, hips involuntarily shunting forward against mine. The straining in his jeans pressed against my covered core, earning a sharp inhale from me.  I didn't know how dizzier I could get. 

Noah pulled away to look me in the eyes. “Seriously, Taylor, if you want–”

“Noah, I want you, monster or not,” I panted. 

For once, Noah was stunned into silence. He hovered over me, jaw slightly dropped as he took in my words. He then brought his lips down to lock with mine in a messy, heated kiss.

There was no gentleness in this kiss, and I didn't expect any. This was a man starved. He finally let go of my wrists and trailed his hands down my chest, my waist, to my hips, then trailed them back up, under my shirt this time. 

His thumbs ran small, feather-light circles around my nipples. “No bra?” he asked, smirking against my lips.

“Never wear one,” I admitted.

“Good,” he commanded. “I wanna look at you.” He pulled away to give me space.

Somehow, I knew what he was talking about through the sex-addled white noise, and I lifted my shirt up and over my head. I flushed under his gaze that slowly raked over my body.

“I could absolutely devour you,” he admitted, leaning back down, lower this time. He ran his tongue up my sternum, up the small slope of one breast, and closed his mouth around my nipple. I keened and squirmed as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard peak, feeling helpless as he teased the other between his thumb and fingers.

Eventually, after both tits were given enough attention, he pulled off with a soft pop, biting into what flesh there was. He left little nips as he trailed down my tummy until he finally reached the waistband of my jeans. 

“N-Noah…” I whimpered, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah…?” His eyes flicked up to mine as I gazed down my body at him.

“Please… not here,” I pleaded.

He blinked, his dark brown eyes darkening further. “You don't want me to fuck you on the couch?” he asked.

“P-please n-no.”

Suddenly, with supernatural strength, he hitched my waist over his shoulder, pulling up and taking me with him. I let out a small yelp of surprise, but soon he was taking me back to my bedroom. My world was just an upside- down view of the back of his top and ass. If I could just manage to get my arm up, I could just–

Before I could smack anything, he roughly tossed me onto the bed. He crawled up between my legs, undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. I wriggled my hips as he pulled my jeans and underwear down in one fast motion. With a groan, and without tearing his gaze from between my legs, he carelessly tossed the garments somewhere on the floor. “Fucking hell, you've been dripping this whole time, haven't you?” he asked, leaning down.

“Noah–”

“Are you okay with this?” Noah asked. I stared at him in surprise, and he rolled his eyes. “I might be a monster, but I'm not that kind of a monster.”

“Fuck, of course Noah. Just fucking–” My tirade was cut off as he dove down like it was his last meal. My hips lifted off the bed in surprise, and he lifted my legs over his shoulders, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling them down against him.  

I couldn't think of anything past the feeling of his tongue flicking over and around my clit, spearing into me and then flattening as he licked long stripes up and down my arousal. All I could do was grab the top of his head, tangling my fingers in his long tresses as I tried to keep myself grounded.

“Oh, God, No… ah–” was all I could manage to get out as I shook like someone possessed. His fingers dug into my thighs, the pain of his nails pressing in only adding to the pleasure. It felt like the more I reacted to him like this, the harder he worked to make me feel good. 

I looked down at him to see that he was already intently staring at me. Somehow, his dark eyes seemed to be bright when they met mine. I felt him smirk against my lower lips, and then I heard, 

YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD. 

Speaking into my head, hearing that praise, sent a bolt of pleasure through me that had me arching, releasing onto his tongue as I swore up to the ceiling. He lapped it up, not relaxing his movements one bit, and the overstimulation carried me into my second orgasm, my scream tearing through my throat. 

THERE IT IS. THAT’S IT, GIVE IT TO ME.

He slowed down, kitten-licking me through my aftershocks, and then finally pulled away, settling me back down onto my bed. “You good?” He asked, like he didn't just completely shatter me. 

Through ragged breaths that hurt my throat and my swimming vision, I nodded. Dear God, that was–

“He's not here, and by the end of tonight, I'll have you screaming my name like you worship me.” His growl sent ripples throughout my body. Noah crawled up on top of me, caging my face between his hands, and kissed me roughly. I could smell and taste myself on his lips. 

“Noah, please, I need you,” I managed to say between fervent kisses. 

“Say my name then,” he demanded. 

“Noah.”

“Louder.”

“Noah–”

“Plead louder for me.”

“Please, oh god, Noah.”

When I opened my eyes again, it was to see him shove his jeans off, but what made me gasp was the sight of his antlers, now the crown of bone that I remembered. With his hair wild and tangled from my fingers, and the tattoos spread all across his now naked body, he truly looked like the forest god he was. 

He perched over me, leaning down to kiss me hard enough to stoke the fire in my belly again, and trailed fingers up and down my still-slick center. He slowly pushed two of them into my hole, alternating between curling, scissoring, and pulling them out before repeating the cycle. I was a moaning, whimpering mess that could barely talk when I realized that he was lining himself up. 

“N-Noah, f-fuck… please,” I near sobbed. 

“Shhh, I've got you,” he said quietly, gently brushing some damp hairs off my forehead. He then slowly, tortuously, pushed in, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. 

“Ohh god, Noah, a-ah!” I said. “'s n-not gonna f-fit.”

“Yes it will,” he rasped. I was so glad that he, too, was having a rough time handling me like I was handling him. “I know you can do it.” He then pulled my legs up and hitched them around his waist, nearly folding me in half. With a few more shallow thrusts, he finally bottomed out, hitting a spot in me that turned my moans to something primal.

“There we go, good job. I told you you could do it,” he muttered, kissing the bridge of my nose. The feeling of me clenching on his cock had him groan, a sound that seemed like it came from somewhere deep inside him. “You ready?”

“Y-yes, Noah.”

His pace was steady at first, torturously slow. I rolled my hips to meet his, and his hands flew down to them to encourage the movement. “Go on… Take what you need,” he said, voice hitching at the end. I reached up to wrap my arms around his wide back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath my hands. His forehead dropped to mine, and our lips brushed together in unison.

FUCK, IT’S LIKE YOU WERE MADE FOR ME,

he said, a hand reaching up to cup my cheek, tilting my face so our lips could finally press against each others,

MY LITTLE RABBIT.

Noah, I’m gonna - I’m gonna…  I was desperately close, and his pace just kept getting hastier. I knew I was about to topple over the edge, and Noah was going to push me over with no remorse.

LET GO,

he said,

I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his big doe eyes focused on me. I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I screamed his name as my head rolled back against my pillow. I swore I nearly blacked out, or at least the edges of my vision turned black, as my vision blurred. I felt my sweat-slick skin press against his as my back arched completely off the bed.

Noah chased his own release a little bit later, thrusting into me while growling something that might’ve been words in the other tongue or just gibberish. Soon after, his hips stilled, and his body sagged onto me, the weight and warmth being welcome.

We lied there, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I found myself gently scratching at his scalp. My fingers gently brushed against the base of his antlers, and I stilled.

“You’re fine, I can’t feel anything when they’re fully grown,” Noah muttered against the skin of my neck.

“You know that, but not when they’re forming?” I asked.

“Like I said earlier, it never came up.” He chuckled airily. 

We stayed like that for a while, his body like an anxiety blanket, until my body decided I needed to get up. Noah thought otherwise as he wrapped his arms around my midsection and pulled me back against him every time I tried to leave the bed.

“Lemme up, I have to go to the bathroom and take a shower.”

“Only if I get to join you,” he said with a sly grin.

“Those things aren’t gonna fit in the shower,” I said with a momentary glance up at the antlers.

“Oh, I’ll make them fit.”

“…Gross.”

#noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian x onbc #cw: language #cw: supernatural themes #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #bad omens au #paranormal au #series: lost in the labyrinth

[novamariestark]

Deathbed Confession

Summary: Your imminent death leads you to tell Parker how you feel about him

Main Character(s): Alden Parker, Timothy McGee, Jessica Knight, Jimmy Palmer, Kasie Hines

Words: 1630 (approx)

Notes: This is my first time writing for Parker, well it's been a while since I've written anything so I'm a little rusty. Hope you like it.

The only reason you were in here was to avoid him. Him who replaced your father, Gibbs, a few months ago. And despite your objections and obvious distaste for his presence at the beginning, somehow you managed to fall for him. Him being Special Agent Alden Parker. Your boss.

Falling for your boss is never a good idea. Obviously. But it was just something that happened, and it completely took you by surprise. One late night case and being stuck in a car with him, in close quarters. He sat there, talking, trying to get to know you, probably to get you to accept him. Everyone else on the team had pretty much accepted him now but you, you were still acting like you hated him being there. At least that’s what he thought. But because you were never close to him in the first place, no one noticed the slight change of you trying to avoid him every chance you got. Except for Jimmy, he noticed when you spent more time down in autopsy. Eventually you got tired of his questions, and you told him about your “crush”.

You thought about telling him your feelings but come on, look at him. He was perfect in your eyes, and you weren’t good enough for him. That’s what you told yourself.

Don’t tell him. You’ll only get rejected. Then it will be so awkward, you’ll have to leave.

Well, that train of thought led to you being here. Sitting on the floor of Kasie’s lab, dying.

You, Jimmy and Kasie all inhaled a biotoxin and a lethal one at that. So stupid.

Kasie hummed as she took a whiff of the flask, “Skotch? Bourbon?”

Jimmy leaned in and sniffed the open container, “Vodka” he shrugged, “I don’t know,”

You laughed and shook your head, “I do, I know my vodka,” You leaned in to take a sniff and then leaned away after you did, “Definitely not vodka. Not bourbon either,”

Jimmy suggested giving a shot to Mass Spec, Kasie nodded and did exactly that. It wasn’t long after that, that you got a call from Parker.

“Don’t open the flask,” he said through the phone, his voice full of urgency.

Before you could ask why, the alarm for the lab started going off, causing the lab to shut down, “Too late,” you replied to him.

You weren’t one to panic. Usually. But being trapped in a death box was starting to get to you.

“(Y/N)? You, okay?” Jimmy asked, to which you shook your head.

“I can’t be trapped,”

Jimmy scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, “You’re claustrophobic? Since when?”

“Pretty much always,” you laughed, pacing around the lab, “Only difference, I had dad or Ducky to help me with it. And they aren’t here,”

It wasn’t long after that, that Kasie and Jimmy were butting heads. You had tried to stop them but neither of them would listen. Then Carol told them to knock it off.

“I want you to stop anything and everything that's gonna elevate your blood pressures, especially arguing.”

“We weren’t arguing,” Jimmy spoke up almost in a childish manner.

“We were,”

You were getting tired of their bickering, and that’s when you snapped. You threw your hands up in the air and said, “Oh MY GOD, I’m gonna kill you before the toxin does,” If you had you’re gun on you, you were sure you would’ve just used it there and then.

 Carol then told you some good news, “Atropine will have no effect.”

“So why? What? You're-you're telling us that we're supposed to just, like, sit in this box and wait to die in a couple of hours?” Jimmy asked, getting agitated. He tried to exit the lab, to spend the last hours of his life with his daughter, but Carol told him that he’d only be killing her and that the toxin they had inhaled was designed to have no visible effects, so that the victim exposed wouldn’t know they were infecting everyone around them. More good news.

All you could do is wait. Wait to die.

At some point, the team came down to talk to you guys, see how you were doing. Parker told you to hold on and that they would get you the antidote.

You chuckled, "You don't need to give us hope, boss," you uttered. Then you looked up at Parker and queried, "Seeing as how I'm on my way out, can I tell you something?"

“You can tell me anything,” he replied, kneeling beside the glass. He definitely was not expecting you to say what you did. No one did.

“I love you,”

Parker hesitated for a moment. His mouth opened but he didn’t reply. You guessed he didn’t want to break the heart of a dying woman. There was an awkward silence before you spoke again. “It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything.” you told him, you looked away from him to the two others in the room, “Promise me something?”

“Yeah?”

“If you do get it. If there isn’t time?” you started, he nodded for you to continue, “You save them.” sniffing you added, “Not me.”

You closed your eyes and McGee, who has been a big brother to you for most of your life, began banging on the door, worry covering his features, “No, (Y/N) you stay awake,”

“It’s okay, Timmy. I’m okay with it,” you spoke through coughs, “I wanna see my mom again,” You nodded, contented, before closing your eyes to drift off into a peaceful sleep. You weren't scared anymore. You knew that you were going to be reunited with your mom soon. You had seen her before when you passed out in the lab. It felt incredibly real, as if she was truly by your side, and you wanted to experience it again.

As you gradually regained consciousness, a series of beeps pierced through the hazy fog of your mind. Blinking a few times, you cautiously opened your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the sudden brightness that flooded the room. You scanned your surroundings, only to discover that you were lying in a hospital room. However, what truly struck you was the sight of Parker, peacefully sleeping in the chair right by your side, a sight that was completely unexpected.

"Hey, you're awake," you hear, looking up to see your friend Jess hugging a giant stuffed bear.

You laughed as she and the bear squeezed through the door, “Oh my God. Is that for me?"

“Nope, for Jimmy,”

“Oh, of course,”

“I bought you him,” she said, nodding to your sleeping boss.

You groan, “My god, now I have to transfer. I never would have admitted my feelings if I knew I was going to live,”

Jess tilted her head and looked at you, you asked her what was wrong, “You didn’t hear him did you?” Confused, you asked Jess what she meant. She just nodded to the sleeping boss and said, "He said it back."

You laughed and shook your head, “No he didn’t,”

“Yeah, he did,” you heard, but the voice was lower and definitely didn’t belong to Jess. You looked over to the man beside you who was now awake, “He did say it back,”

He was referring to himself in the 3rd person so you decided to use that to question it, stuttering slightly as nerves built up in your body, “A-And why did he s-say it back,”

The man calmly replied, “He probably shouldn’t have, he’s way older and has no business with such a beautiful, smart woman who is 30 years younger than him,”

“I’m just gonna,” Jess spoke up, excusing herself from the room.

“And why does he think that?” you questioned.

“Come on, (Y/N) look at me,” Parker said, leaning forward to grab your hand.

“I do,” you said, laughing a little nervously “Probably more than I should,” you added, feeling somewhat embarrassed at your own boldness.

“All this time, I thought you hated me,” he said quietly, staring at their conjoined hands.

You sighed, “At first, I did. I mean, I did just leave my dad, the only family I had left and someone I didn’t know took his spot,” you explained.

“What changed?” he asked quietly.

You shrugged and said, “I don’t know how it happened, but one day I suddenly found you attractive,” feeling embarrassed, you turned your gaze away from him.

“Well that I believe,” he smirked.

“How did you get your head through the door?” He laughed, god you loved that laugh and you wanted to hear it for the rest of your life, “So, you were suddenly attracted to me? Whilst I was dying on the floor?”

“No, uhm long before that,” he replied shaking his head.

“What like a month? 2?”

“7” he replied. 7 months? That was before he joined NCIS, he was still FBI. As if he knew what you were thinking he replied, “Yeah, remember when you punched me in the face?”

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly unsure of what this had to do with anything.

“Then,”

Your eyes widened in surprise, followed by a burst of laughter as you tried to process his words. “You were attracted to me punching you in the face?” you asked in disbelief.

“It was a hell of a punch, and you looked great doing it,” he replied, you laughed, shaking your head at his compliment. He smiled and kissed the back of your hand.

Vance came in at some point, asking to speak to Parker, he let go of your hand and headed out the door, not before throwing you a wink that made your whole body tingle with excitement. Oh crap. you thought.

How the hell were you going to keep your hands off him at work?!

#alden parker #alden parker x reader #alden parker imagine #ncis #ncis x reader #reader insert #female reader

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

So Many Questions Part 3

Prompt: You’re pulled in for questioning by NCIS and are quickly surprised to see your ex-boyfriend as your interrogator.

Notes: Some characters are post season 11. Some smut ahead! @kittenlittle24

Part 2. Part 1.

“I’m here to see Agent Gibbs,” you told the security officer. Making a quick call, he nodded and let you through, now adorning a spiffy visitor pass on your chest.

You entered the big orange room with a small smile, grateful this time you weren’t here to be interrogated. You spotted Agent McGee and Bishop sitting at their desks but no sight of Jethro.

“Miss L/N. Everything alright?” McGee asked as you rounded the corner and chose a chair to sit in.

“Oh yeah, everything’s good. Except for the whole phsycho investor trying to kill me. I felt too vulnerable at my office so I came here to see if I could help in any way.”

Both agents gave you a look that you could only describe as part fear part awe.

“What’s the problem?” you asked, looking around to see if there was a big spider somewhere.

“Uh, you’re just sitting at Gibb’s desk. No one sits there except Gibbs,” Bishop answered, laughing nervously. Jeeze. Is Jethro really that intimidating that his agents are scared of a desk chair?

“Well I saw an empty seat and took it. He won’t mind I’m sure. He’s not even here.”

“Oh but I am,” you heard, turning to see Jethro walking over with a cup of coffee in hand. He stopped to stand in front of you and for a few seconds you both just stared at one another, a silent fight for dominance happening. If the chair was so important, you’d let him have it.

You stood up, now close enough to him to smell his aftershave and gave him a smirk. You always loved challenging him, but loved it more when he challenged you back, as it usually ending with him on top in the literal and figurative sense.

Stepping aside, he took a seat and you moved some of his papers so you could sit on the corner of his desk. His team looked thoroughly shocked but didn’t say anything as Jethro barked at them.

“What’d you got?”

“Well Torres and Quinn are interrogating Cheryll Reznik. She told them Ian Chandler had been talking with a man named Dominic. Bishop and I were able to connect an electronic payment he sent for 10k to a Dominic Waters. Turns out Dominic had just been released from prison about a week ago for armed robbery and aggravated assault. Perfect man for a small hit job in need of cash.”

“Then go bring him in McGee. Take Bishop with you.”

They both quickly scurried off, not wanting to be in the awkward space that you had made. Once the elevator doors closed behind them, you spun around, legs now hanging over Jethro’s side.

“Well you certainly have them trained well.”

“Yeah, they listen. Unlike you. I told you to go back to work, we’ve got this handled.”

You leaned in slightly, watching as his eyes briefly glanced down at your slightly opened blouse and then back at your eyes.

“You know how much I love pushing your buttons Jethro. Plus, I’ve been at work all day and haven’t been able to get anything done. I didn’t feel safe there without you there.”

You picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste. You forgot he liked his coffee plain.

“I’ve got an agent assigned to you when I’m not there,” he explained, taking the coffee out of your hands and taking a sip of his own.

“It’s not the same. Plus, I was thinking maybe we could get a bite to eat. Im starving and I’m assuming all you’ve had today is coffee.”

“No time. Got a killer to catch.”

“Yeah well you’ll be no good to anyone when you pass out from lack of food and an overdose on caffeine.”

He gave you the familiar look that let you know that he let you win the argument. He only ever gave it to you when he also secretly agreed with you.

Without a word, he got up and you hopped down to follow him with a triumphant smile.

————

“I don’t know why we couldn’t have gone to Duke’s. They’ve got the best beet salad,” you complained, sticking an overly cooked fry into your mouth. The little diner was cute but you were sure they weren’t known for their food.

“This place has good coffee.”

You watched him sip his probably 5th coffee of the day and rolled your eyes. Just then, your phone began ringing and you saw the caller ID as your next door neighbor.

“Hey Greg, what’s up?…What? Right now?….Can you see what he looks like?”

You listened to him give you a description and motioned to Jethro that it was important.

“Ok, no don’t confront them! We’re on our way!”

You hung up as Jethro had already gotten up and paid for the dinner.

“My neighbor just called saying someone was breaking into my place. His description was vague but it looked like they were looking for something.”

You both left the diner and sped off to your house. When you arrived, Greg was waiting out front and he gave you a hug, receiving a look from Jethro.

“They left just after I hung up with you. Took off in a blue sedan. I’m so glad you weren’t in there. I think I saw a gun.”

“Stay here,” Jethro ordered, pulling out his own gun and Greg’s eyes got wide.

“Don’t worry Greg. He’s a federal agent.”

The two of you waited as Jethro cleared the house and came back outside.

“What do you think he was looking for? Does this have anything to do with that crazy lady shooting you Y/N?” Greg asked as we all walked up the house steps.

“I’m not sure Greg, but I appreciate you calling.”

“Yeah no problem. I enjoy looking out for you,” he replied with a smile. Jethro gave him his classic hard stare and Greg cleared his throat awkwardly, smile fading.

“Alright. Well as long as you’re safe. Have a good-

The front door shut on him before he had a chance to finish his sentence and you looked at Jethro.

“He was just being nice Jet.”

“Mm-hm.”

You went around the semi trashed house, trying to figure out if anything was taken as Jethro picked up a little wooden boat from your shelf and inspected it.

“Your first gift to me. Made out of an old piece of driftwood I think you told me.”

He put it back and walked over to you as you finished putting back the couch cushions together.

“Well I don’t think anything was taken but honestly, I could be sure-

You were promptly interrupted by Jethro’s lips on yours and almost froze in shock.

When he didn’t make a move to pull away, you quickly matched his energy and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer.

You both took steps until you felt your back touch the hallway wall. His kisses moved from your lips to your neck as you pulled his jacket off.

“Bedroom. Now,” he spoke huskily, sparking a fire within you. Grabbing his hand, you led him down the hallway and into your bedroom that had also clearly been tossed. You could’ve cared less as the both of you got undressed, Jethro setting his gun and badge down on your bedside table and pulling you into bed.

He didn’t stay on top too long before grabbing you so that you sat atop of him, easily sinking down onto his more than ready length. You both moaned at the contact and you made quick work, rocking back and forth with Jethro’s big hands gripping your hips.

“Just like that baby,” he grunted, looking up at you as you let your head fall back in ecstasy. His hands traveled so that your breasts were being squeezed and pinched, quickly bringing you closer to your climax.

“I can’t last much longer Jet,” you panted, clenching around him, making his eyes close.

He sat up and pulled you in for another kiss, hands helping keep up your rythmic pace until you fell apart, orgasm hitting you like a freight train. He wasn’t far behind, groaning and holding you still as he filled you up, knowing you loved it when he came inside of you.

Breaths heavy as you both came down from your high, you stayed together, embracing each other. He tiredly peppered kisses on your shoulder and gently ran his fingers across your back, making you shiver.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss against your ear. “You were always so easily overstimulated.”

“Yeah well you make it so easy with your talented multi-tasking.”

Eventually, you two separated, you heading into the bathroom to clean up. When you came out, Jethro was on the phone but handed you your clothes.

“Yup. We’ll be right there.”

He hung up and finished tucking and buttoning up his dress shirt.

“That was McGee. They’ve got Dominic in interrogation. He wants to confess.”

“That’s great,” you said, getting dressed and walking over to him as he clipped his badge on and gun on. Fixing his dishelved hair, you smiled and pecked his lips.

“I hope you’ll still come by even after we nail this bastard.”

“Well someone’s gotta make sure Greg keeps his distance.”

You laughed and followed him out.

#gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis #ncis fanfiction #agent gibbs #mark harmon #ncis request

[mmiotw]

Which Molly McGee Image of the Week characters smoke weed/think weed is funny?

Some important lore for some upcoming comics. I'm missing some characters but I might update in the future. More elaboration under the cut.

Characters are ordered within tiers. This means that the most intense characters are closer to the right and the least intense are to the left.

I excluded most parent or parent-adjacent characters as they'd probably be in the "certified weed hater" tier. The only exception is Mr. Boonchuy; who fronts as a weed hater but secretly thinks weed is hilarious. Lord Hater is pretty similar. He isn't pretending to hate weed. He actually doesn't have any strong opinions on it. He just won't admit that he thinks weed is funny and actively tries to hide it.

Sylvia has smoked the least in the "smoked in the past" tier. Stopped after meeting Wander, but not because he wanted her to. (Will elaborate more further on.)

The Collector knows the least about weed out of everyone in the "weed funny" tier. He's only up there due to how much weed jokes make him laugh. Cricket would probably be in this tier, but doesn't know enough about weed to understand weed jokes. Gus knows the least out of everyone in the "doesn't know weed" tier because Gus is a brain dead idiot.

Dipper is close to being in the ambivalent tier, but is annoyed by weed jokes just enough to be lower. He thinks he's above them. Andrea, Andreus, Amity and Hunter are teetering on being in the weed hater tier but lack the passion to truly hate weed. They just think weed jokes are incredibly annoying.

Dominator hates weed because she's addicted to killing people, and thus hates anything that can't match the high of killing people. Being proficient in plant magic, several people have asked Willow to grow them weed. These request range from ironic to genuine, but the volume of requests turned her into a certified weed hater. Important to note that Willow's hatred comes purely from annoyance rather than from a moral standpoint. That can't be said for Anne who has passionate hatred for weed and will actively scold anyone she sees smoking weed/ making weed jokes.

Wander is an anomaly. He could probably go in any tier except maybe the "weed not funny/weed hater" tiers. I really can't decided which tier would be funniest to be in. If you held me at gunpoint, I might put him in the "smoked weed in the past" tier. I do want to note that I don't think Wander has any moral objections to weed and has probably been inebriated before.

#molly mcgee image of the week #the ghost and molly mcgee #amphibia #gravity falls #the owl house #phineas and ferb #big city greens #tierlist #weed #wander over yonder

[tornrose24]

For the longest time–ever since I saw that Jinx would be an antagonist for what I assumed was the season 2 finale back in 2023–I had this idea of how season 2 would end and how a season 3 would begin. Mainly if The Ghost and Molly Mcgee had the same exact season 2 ending where the ‘protagonist is sent off to a safer location and brings someone along with them, but the other place is in deep trouble’ much like in Amphibia and Owl House. So here was my headcanons:

Season 2 ending

-Jinx gets the victory over Molly and Scratch.

–Ghost council turns out to have been in on Jinx’s plan from the very start (which would explain why they were oddly ok with making Scratch the Chairman in order to keep Molly from the position since SHE was the one who killed him.) But they changed their minds when Scratch’s time has chairman proved to be better for everyone overall.

-Jinx might possibly drain Molly of her life force, given the threat she possessed (which DID happen in the show)

-Scratch gets hit with something that brings him back to life. Alternatively, in the event that the wraith theory was true, he is put under circumstances where he is forced back into Todd’s body and thus comes back to life.

–Jinx banishes Molly and Scratch out of Brighton, or else they are sent away by someone for their own safety. We don’t get to see Scratch back to life just yet under the circumstances.

–The last two minutes reveal that Molly and Scratch end up somewhere very far from Brighton, but still on Earth.

–If they have someone along with them, it’s either Libby and Ollie or just Libby.

-We get a shot of Molly seeing Scratch alive for the first time, but we don’t see it until he does. Either by the ‘look at the hand’ trick, or if Molly has her phone and does the selfie feature for him so that he can have a way to see what happened to himself.

–We get five seconds of Scratch processing he is back to life…. And then screams his head off. Cue the end credits and a very LONG wait for season 3.

Season 3 ideas:

–Very first seconds…. Scratch is still screaming and Molly has to shut him up.

–Turns out Scratch didn’t get completely merged back with his living body/come back to life. If he runs into something, gets hit by something hard enough, or gets scared easily, his ghost form will easily pop out of his body (and thus, the show title still makes sense for the season).

-Opening song now includes Ollie, June, and Adia (more on her later) for the group hug in the song. Song doesn’t give away Scratch’s current condition.

-However one or two of the Disney chibi shorts gives away that Scratch comes back to life.

–Jinx has complete control over Brighton and plans to extend her reach to the rest of the world of the living. It will be shown that a few humans and ghosts are planning to find a way to go against her.

–Scratch can’t do a ghost portal because…. reasons. His powers are likely weakened as well.

–The whole season isn’t as long as the other ones, but its mainly Molly and Scratch just trying to get back to Brighton, and all the misadventures they have.

-Which of course is nothing for Molly since she’s moved around a lot.

–Molly gets a bit sidetracked by wanting to help out the people she and Scratch meet.

-Running gag of Scratch being mistaken as Molly’s dad or grandfather when he’s in living form. Other running gag is how often does his ghost form get knocked out of his body. (Answer: a LOT).

–The big question regarding Scratch’s character arc in the season is if he wants to go back to being a ghost or fully return to life and embrace what it means to be alive.

-Adia would feature as someone who runs into them during their travels, and Scratch will have to confess more than she is ready for.

–There would be ghosts that pop up during the travel back to Brighton as well.

…….And that’s all I have. Your thoughts? 

#the ghost and molly mcgee #the ghost and molly mcgee spoilers #molly mcgee #scratch the ghost #jinx tgamm #how i thought season 2 would end until... well... you know... #yeah i was under the assumption it would be like owl house and amphibia

[crossdressingdeath]

Astarion: I'm not taking anything for granted, of course. First sign of change and I'll have to stop that pretty little heart of yours. I am open to suggestions. Knives, poison, strangulation - whatever you'd prefer. Kyvir: Don't make me choose! There are too many good options. Astarion: Well, that's a little dramatic, don't you think? Come on, humour me. If you had to choose... Kyvir: If I had to choose, I'd want the knife. Make it quick. Astarion: A classic! One good thrust to the heart and you're gone. We need a good blade, of course. Don't want to waste time hacking and prodding with a dinner knife... Well, I'm getting ahead of myself. This is all a worst case scenario, obviously. Kyvir: And you? How should I kill you? Astarion: Ha! Oh, my boy. I'd like to see you try.

Oh, this is flirting. I don't know if Astarion realizes that it's flirting (since it's Bhaalspawn flirting and so Fucking Weird), but it's definitely flirting. Kyvir is very into this. He loves a good bit of murder talk as foreplay, and Astarion talking about how he'll need to find a good knife to make sure the kill is clean is especially attractive. And "Oh I'd like to see you try to kill me" is also very flirty for a Bhaalspawn. Also maybe Daddy Issues McGee over here likes the "Oh, my boy" thing. Maybe. Just a little.

But it does slightly annoy me that even if you pick the Durge option of being Very Into the murder talk they still sound all reluctant when it comes to actually picking how they'd like to die. I want the option to have them be so into describing their own ideal brutal, agonizing, drawn-out murder that it actually unsettles Astarion a bit. Also an option that references their originally planned fate of ritual suicide at the end of the world ("Stab me with a knife" can be read that way, but it's a bit of a reach. One I make to be clear, but still a reach). It's an odd thing to not let Durge be Fucking Weird about is all I'm saying.

#bg3 #durge #kyvir #astarion