Nov 1, 2014
Sar, this is SO the Gilberts, in any verse:
"Grayson, can you not talk about anything supernatural for, like, two minutes, please? Grayson, for fuck's sake, I'm about to go into labor, and you are STRESSING ME OUT."
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Sar, this is SO the Gilberts, in any verse:
"Grayson, can you not talk about anything supernatural for, like, two minutes, please? Grayson, for fuck's sake, I'm about to go into labor, and you are STRESSING ME OUT."
Doctor, doctor... || Canon!Gilberts
Miranda was feeling pretty bummed, needless to say. She was at cheer, hence the outfit, when one of her girls had the audacity to drop her. Her ankle had twisted in a weird way and now, here she was -- missing practice with a gigantic, honking goose-egg on the spot that used to be her right ankle.
She was going to kill someone. Literally kill, as in: actual murder. She was going to start with the girl, Alex, who'd dropped her. Talk about punishment. Miranda would wring her dry.
But for now, she was stuck on the table, kicking her legs, bored. She didn't need to be here. Miranda Sommers had been injured before; she'd be injured again. She wasn't the type to mope over it ... at least, not in public. So, she hopped off the table, favoring her injured foot. She kept it elevated and hobbled on one leg over to the sink to play with the various doctor-ly tools.
Bet the doctor's old as shit. She grinned to herself, vaguely aware of the door being knocked upon and then opened. In fact, it wasn't until she turned, wide-eyed and surprised, that she even registered who was there.
-- and honestly, he was so hot that she almost went for a clean fracture in her ankle as opposed to just a sprain, because she all but threw herself back onto the table.
"Wow." So not cool. Recollecting herself, she went for a little smoother greeting: "Hey."
Friendly reminder that you two are perfect
otp alert
To Future!Miranda: Tell us about the first time you saw Elena. <3
Really muggy night in June. Grayson wouldn’t let me inside the delivery room, because he said I would “micro-manage.”
Okay. — Guilty as charged. So, I waited outside. With the frogs. That were mating. Really loudly. Thanks, babe.
There was a lot of pacing. You know, I never thought I’d be so strung out over someone else giving birth, but god (— and take it from someone who’s been pregnant and who’s adopted, the latter is way more stressful). Or maybe it’s just because I’m a control freak. Who knows? I mean, god forbid, she somehow gives birth ‘the wrong way’. What the hell, Miranda.
Anyway… it was just us there that night. I mean, he had a nurse on call if he needed one, but the whole situation was … meant to be kept private.
I went back inside to check on them. Well, on everything. And there she was. There both of them were.
I cried off about a pound of mascara, probably, because there’s my husband, and he’s holding this little girl— our little girl— and she’s so beautiful. Elena’s crying. I’m crying, probably harder. I don’t know if I’m at liberty to say whether or not my husband was crying, but there was definitely a lot of crying.
It was probably about two in the morning, so everyone was exhausted. Isobel was doing really well, but she wasn’t really interested in the baby so much as finally going to sleep. After several hours of labor, can’t say I blame her, but…
It was weird. I was looking at another woman’s child for maybe one seconds before it clicked in my mind. This was my little girl, our little girl. It didn’t matter who gave birth to her, because I was her mother.
God, she was gorgeous, too. Just the most beautiful, sweet little baby.
And, you know, after almost two years of trying to get pregnant, I wouldn’t change a thing about how our daughter came into our lives. She was unexpected, but so very wanted. She was always meant to be our baby girl, and I’m so glad that she found us the way she did.
prom night || grayson.
I have about five million things to do. So. Don't touch me. Don't talk to me. Don't even freaking look at me.
greatgilbert replied to your post
Just blacklist it, lol. So so bad.
But I get excited when I see that there are entries... and then... nooooo. 10+ of the exact same thing.
Sar you just You need to stop making me think about Kirk and Spock I'M HAVING ISSUES
Kid Meme: You and me.
Name: Thomas Gilbert
Gender: Male
General Appearance:
Personality: Inquisitive, stubborn, protective, family oriented
Special Talents: Hunter
Who they like better: He loves them both the same — though he knows who to go to when he wants something.
Who they take after more:Dad
Personal Head canon: Meredith is not to fond of him being a hunter. At first she made Grayson go with him. Now he has to check in after each hunt. Thomas will one day become the Sheriff of Mystic Falls