#Ian said he had 3 kids right?

[luvliewriting]

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Imagine: First Kiss

Warnings: Mostly just fluff, maybe some hints of ns/fw for some

Notes: I'm willing to turn any of these concepts into actual fics if requested

Includes: The Gallagher siblings

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Fiona <3

You worked with her at the diner and it was time for closing, it was just you two cleaning up before you turned the lights out. You kept eyeing her from across the diner; seeing her bend over the tables, tuck her bottom lip under her teeth when she would scrub a stubborn spot, pushing back strands of hair that left her ponytail. It was torturous watching her like that. You knew she just got out of a relationship with Jimmy/Steve so you worried that maybe it would be too soon to tell Fiona how you felt but it was getting more to be harder everyday that you had to watch her and see her. Eventually you couldn't take it so you "accidentally" dropped one of the coffee cups and Fiona immediately offered to help you clean it up. When you two ducked to the back to toss the pieces of the cup, you pulled her back before she could return to cleaning and kissed her. To your surprise, she didn't try to push you off and even stayed back a bit longer after closing at the back of the diner with you

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Lip

It was the same as Karen, you were a little behind on history and Lip needed some extra money so he decided to tutor you. The first couple lessons were innocent enough, it stayed strictly as tutoring. But as the lessons went, you two got closer. He would scoot his chair closer to you, he would stay behind after the lessons for a bit to have a smoke and chill with you till it happened. You were scribbling on the paper aimlessly while Lip read the textbook to you and explaining what it meant in more detail not that you were listening, you were too busy admiring him and his voice but you tried to pay as good attention as you could. Your pencil slipped out your hand and rolled to the floor between you two. You both bent down to grab it, smacking your foreheads together as he groaned and you laughed. He was rubbing his forehead when he looked at you with those eyes, those eyes you could stare at for hours as you began to lean in, as did he till your lips touched. His hands snaking down to your butt and thighs, pulling you off of your chair and into his lap.

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Ian

Childhood friends, you two had grown up with each other and knew each other better than anyone else. He was your first crush and you were his but you were both two stubborn to admit. After Ian dumped Mickey, you were conflicted on what to do; you had a chance to either make your childhood fantasies come true or completely ruin a lifetime of friendship. It started with leaving little crumpled notes in places that he would find eventually, than turned into leaving articles of clothing at his place when you would sleepover till you eventually just flat out said that you wanted Ian in that way. You braced yourself for the rejection, turning to the door to leave his room till he grabbed you and smashed his lips against yours passionately finally admitting what he had wanted to say for years.

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Debbie

You met Debbie through Franny's school where you worked, she was by far your favourite of the mom's to converse with when they would come to pick up their kids. Debbie was typically the last parent to come pick up their kid, not that you complained. You absolutely adored Franny and you liked getting to catch up with Debbie. But one day, it was a Friday so you sat with Franny at one of the little tables waiting for Debbie to come pick her up while you ate lunch with Franny. Franny was eating her typical peanut butter and jelly, her mouth was full as she said "mommy keeps talking about you Mrs/Mr L/N". You weren't sure if you heard her right but she continued when her mouth wasn't full, "she says your name when she's in her room for private time." Okay you were sure you heard Franny right now and when Debbie came to pick up Franny, you decided to follow the two out to your car which was parked beside Debbie's. Debbie was in the car, Franny in her car seat and Debbie's window was rolled down as she talked to you. Eventually you just leaned in and pecked her lips, leaving Debbie flustered as you winked, "I'll see you tomorrow Miss Gallagher."

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Carl

You were at an arcade and challenged him to a game of basketball, Just for the fuck of it. You won of course, by pure dumb luck because athletics were not within your department. Carl tussled for the ball, demanding a rematch and you refused, screaming that he was being a sore loser. He chuckled and reached for the ball that your arms stretched to the back of your head, as it you really could evade him. It was like he planned it yet it also felt so improved, smug bastard. It was fast, his arm snaked around your waist and planted his lips on yours. You could be imagining things, but you could have swore Carl took a second to inhale you, taking you all in. For what felt like an eternity was over in a flash when you heard a thump on the floor. He got the ball and you were subjected to a rematch

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Sunny Day Jack x Reader:

I Never Forgot

What if you were one of the few people who remembered vividly about Sunny Day Jack... even after the whole show seemed to have been forgotten?

☀️Rating: Fluffy

🌈 Part 2 | 🌈 Part 3

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As a child growing up, you watched The SunnyTime Crew Show. You were 3 or 4 years old then, and you would watch every episode whenever they came out. Sure, there were plenty of interesting characters, but one that stood out to you was Sunny Day Jack. The blue haired clown was your favorite, the best friend you always wanted, and you wanted to meet him in person. At the time, money was tight, so that was one crushed childhood dream. The other was when there were no more episodes of The SunnyTime Crew Show being released. You had asked but no answers were given. You cried that one night (a few days after the incident); you felt like you had lost a best friend, and all the drawings and paintings you did hurt your little heart that you put them away in a box of memories. Jack was gone, but not forgotten...

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❤💛💙PRESENT DAY ❤💛💙

You're now at a threft shop, looking for clothes that wouldn't remind you of your ex, Ian. As you picked up some random stuff that fell over, you didn't notice a VCR tape that fell in your basket. As you were checking out, you were about to object to buying it, but decided that it wasn't worth 25 cents over. What could've been on the tape?On it was written '84- Incident'. Bells went off in your head seeing the year... A memory or something was trying to resurface... Borrowing a VCR player, you popped in the tape.

The static on the TV continued for a moment until you heard... a voice... saying,"Hello?" Bells went off in your head again as you stared at the static screen. That voice... it sounded familiar. Just then a shape formed through the jagged lines of the TV screen. It looked... human... And it was coming closer.

"Who... are you?" The voice said. Your heart started to beat faster. You felt like you were in a horror movie. You wanted to back up and run away, but you were frozen with fear. Your chest tightened as your flight or fight response kicked in. "You seem nice... Do you want to be my friend?"

The figure then... came through the screen as if it was climbing through a window. You wanted to scream but it was stuck in your throat. You choked on it. The figure then stood... they were tall. The scream then finally made its way out of your lungs as you bumped into the coffee table.

"Oh, gosh. Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you, Sunspot." the figure said in a concerned tone.

Sunspot? You remembered... him always calling you Sunspot... As your eyes adjusted to the dimness of your living room, you could see that he (you assumed) had... blue hair? You also caught glimpses of his primary colored clothes... A memory was triggered. Everything was put together like a puzzle. No... this couldn't be?

"Jack... Sunny Day Jack?"

"You... know me?" He looked surprised.

"Yeah... I used to watch your show all the time as a kid. But... how... why...?" You had so many questions that you wanted answered. You were a ball of wound up emotions right now. You didn't know what to feel right now.

Jack cleared his throat, trying to change the subject to something simpler. "I'm sorry for bring rude, but I didn't get your name..." he said with a small chuckle and a smile.

"It's... y/n."

"Y/n. That's a nice name. Do you want to be my new best friend, Sunspot?"

He reached his hand out toward you for a handshake. At this moment, you strangely felt like a kid again. You were meeting Sunny Day Jack... in person (or the closest thing, at least). His cheery voice drew you in, like it did those many years ago. You took his hand in a firm handshake. "Sure." That was the last thing you remember before blacking out.

Been working on this idea for a couple of days, and I plan on writing a few more parts to this c: I also don't know if anything like this has already been written, but here it is nonetheless. I really hope you all in the SDJ fandom enjoys~☁️🌈☀️

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[elfqueen006]

The Lifeguard part 3

Sunny Day Jack x Reader

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Tags/CW: summer camp au, camp counselor au, horror, slasher, rivals to lovers. Angst. Humor. Murder. Graphic violence.

Minors DNI

“The new food isn’t bad, but I really don’t get the appeal of changing a brand that’s been fine on its own for decades,” Jack said, twisting one of his fries between his thumb and forefinger.

You put a massive glob of ketchup on your burger, “You really can’t chalk it up to anything other than making money,” You said. You take a big bite out of your burger, excess grease and condiment remaining on your lips as you messily chew and swallow before wiping your mouth, “Speaking’ of which… how much do I owe you for the meal?”

Jack waved you off, “No charge.”

“Don’t gimme that – I’ve got more than enough-”

“I don’t need it.”

You stare at him a moment before shrugging, “Whatever. I’m fuckin’ starving.”

“Don’t exaggerate,” Jack said.

“No really,” You replied, taking another bite of your burger, “I skipped breakfast.”

“Why would you do that?”

You shrug, “Couldn’t eat. I texted Skylar all last night and I still haven’t heard back,” The warmth drains from Jack’s cheeks and the feeling of lead weighs on his chest. 

He wets his suddenly dry lips, “Really?”

“Really,” You then scowled,” I know the bitch sees my texts though because she leaves me on ‘read’.”

Bile rises in the mascots’ throat. And he doesn’t know if it’s because of how casually you can call someone you deemed a friend a ‘bitch’. Or if it’s because he’s the reason you’re feeling so bitterly. Skylar wasn’t the one who left you on read, he did. Why did he have to go through her phone?! But in hindsight he supposed that this wasn’t entirely a bad thing. This gave you the impression Skylar was alive and well. Though he didn’t know how well someone could be after being found out you screwed someone else's boyfriend, but hey, he could probably assume if she were alive, she’d feel very guilty.

But Jack knows he’s being too quiet and asks to appear inconspicuous, “Have you heard from Ian at least?”

You shake your head, your frown deepening, “He isn’t even reading his texts…”

“You have any idea where they went? Or where they would go?”

“Nope.”

He sighs, letting disappointment seep into his features. Some of it is real. He’s disappointed this all had happened. It doesn’t even seem real, this past week. He’s hoping by tomorrow, he’ll wake up and Skylar will be smiling at him as she leads the kids on a trail to the ziplines, or that Ian will be trying his best to rangle his group in until you come in and his face turns red at the sight of you in the lifeguard’s leotard…

You’re swirling a fry in a pool of ketchup when you say, “I hope they’re dead…”

Jack choked on his drink, “What? ”

“You heard me.”

Jack ran a hand down his face, “No… no you don’t, Y/N.”

You hum, “Kind of,”

“No."

After a moment of silence you spoke, “I still can't believe it. Ian… you know we went to elementary school together. Since then we’ve been inseparable. And he’s never lied to me!” You slumped back in your chair, looking up at the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. “When he and Skylar met at that…fancy acting school I felt something in my gut telling me it wasn’t right but I just chalked it up as petty jealousy… How could he do that to me?”

Suddenly Jack feels as if he's the one who’d been cheated on. All this time he thought he had a chance with Skylar, but she had her eyes on someone else. Someone taken no less. He lets out a forlorn sigh. You shake your head and lean on the table, “Sorry. I know you liked Skylar so… this probably makes you feel pretty shit too.” You said.

“It’s fine,” Jack replied, smiling softly, “It’s not your fault.”

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On your way to the campsite, little to no words were exchanged. You leaned over, resting your arm on the side door. You watched the buildings and civilization pass you by. It was like leaving your world behind, never having been much of an outdoorsy person.

Jack advised you to strap in, but of course, you hadn't listened.

“It isn’t that long a drive,” You said. “And the car doesn't even have a roof so I don’t know how much safer we’d be in seatbelts…”

As you said that, the car hits a hump in the road. You jolt in your seat and catch yourself on Jack’s forearm. “You were saying?” He said.

“Heh…”

You pushed yourself upright, but a hand lingered on Jack’s arm. It was surprisingly firm and toned. With a decent amount of hair. They always looked so plush from afar, especially with all the hugging he’d do. He was a big teddy bear to everyone he met. Well, everyone except you. 

“Y/N…”

You blinked out of your thoughts, his arm flexed as you subconsciously squeezed it. You retracted your hand, “My bad, you've got a lot of muscle for a mascot.” You said, chuckling slightly. 

Jack gave you a look. You put your hands up in defense, "Not trying to sound weird! It's just that, I dunno… I didn't expect a guy of your…position… to work out like that or anything…"

He turned his attention to the road once more, thumping his fingers on the steering we'll. 

"...I did some jobs back in the city before this." He said.

"What kind of jobs?" You asked.

"Moving. Heavy lifting. That sort of thing…"

You simply hum in reply before looking back out at the fields. Crossing a certain point in the road you spot the shed and point at a familiar figure, "Hey, isn't that Bill?"

Jack's head just about snaps off his neck as he spots the head counselor looking around the shed. Bill spots you two in the Moke and beckons the driver over. Instead, Jack speeds up and continues towards the campsite.

You brace yourself in your seat, "H-Hey! What's your rush?"

"I'm just trying to get you to camp safely." Jack replied. His eyes were erratic.

"I appreciate that, but didn't Bill need you or something? It could've been important!"

"Just let me do this very quickly!"

Soon enough, you made it to the campsite; Jack making a hasty pull over as you stumbled out of the cart.

"Um, thanks. For the free food and everything." You said. Jack grunts a reply and speeds off in a cloud of dust. You sigh. That guy is truly a piece of work.

Jack's stomach churns when he drives back to the shed. He pulls up on the grass. He hops out of the vehicle and strides up to Bill with a practiced and fight smile. The old man has his arms folded with a stern look on his face.

"Just what was that earlier? I know you saw me!" Bill scolded.

Jack rubbed the back of his neck, an easygoing yet guilty look on his face, "Sorry, sir. But it was so late out now that I wanted to make sure Y/N got back safe." He said.

Bill's brows raised in surprise, "You were out with Y/N ?" He asked.

"Just for a bite to eat," Jack replied, "She didn't like what the cafeteria had and it turns out she skipped breakfast so…" He shrugged, doing his best to seem like the well meaning boy scout persona he built up for the past five years.

Bill however, didn't seem so convinced. A subtle smirk in his features. The implications made Jack a bit sick.

"You watch yourself now, Jack," He said, "the girl is taken after all."

Was.

Jack waved his hands defensively, "I-it's not like that at all sir! I was just doing a favor. It's not good for the counselors to go unfed as well as the kids!"

"Mmmhm. What'd I say? She's growing on you!"

Jack rolled his eyes. "What was it you wanted to see me about..?"

Bill snapped his fingers, "Ah," He led the young man back around the shed. He gestured to a long mound of dirt. Jack's palms sweat inside his gloves.

"W-what is it?" Jack asked.

"No idea… it certainly wasn't here before," Bill replied, "I came up here to put away the last of supplies." 

"How'd you find it..?"

“I remembered I sent Ian and Sky up here. They didn’t show after that. I thought if I looked around here I’d find something they left or…” His voice trails off and he shrugs. Jack stares intently at the mound. Almost hoping that if he stared hard enough, he could will it away, or maybe cover it in grass with his mind. Of course no such thing happened.

Bill toed at the dirt with his shoes. The dirt easily moving made Jack’s heart skip. “Do you have any idea where they might’ve gone?” Jack shook his head unblinkingly.

The old man simply hummed. Then he knelt down and dug his hand in the soil. Jack’s eyes widened, grabbing him by the shoulder. “Bill, I really don’t think you should do that! What if it’s an anthill or a nest of some sort?”

“I’ve been working here for twenty years and I’ve never seen a nest like this, Jack. Someone put something here…”

“Sir-”

“Go on and get me a shovel, boy.”

The words glued Jack to the spot. He couldn’t get his legs to move, because he was sure if they did, they’d take him down the road and away from the camp. Away from his life. Bill raised a brow, “Can ya hear? Go on then.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head. Tears stung the corners of his eyes.

Bill narrowed his eyes. He got up himself and brought the shovel from the shed. He dug the blade in the soil and chucked it over his shoulder. He then dug into another chunk. And another. Until he hit something solid. Jack’s blood ran cold. He couldn’t breathe.

Bill moved the excess dirt away until he saw the familiar yellow fabric of the counselor uniform shirt.

"Wha-"

He was taken down in a blur of blue, the shovel falling out of his hands. He wrestled against Jack's strong frame, attempting to buck out of his grip. Jack's arms came up around Bill's neck in an attempt to choke him.  The old man managed to maneuver his arm just a bit over his face and bit into his bicep. 

Jack yelled in pain, kicking Bill off, who fell into the arms reach of the shovel. Bill looked between the weapon and his assaulter before scrambling over to it. Soft fabric took hold of his ankle in a tight grip before pulling him back and Jack crawled over to grab it. 

Stumbling to their feet, Bill lunged at Jack, managing to grab ahold of the shovel neck. He attempted to wrestle the object from the larger man's grip, who never broke eye contact, his eyes bloodshot and wet with tears. Finally, with a hefty pull and shoving the old man with nothing but pure force, Jack was the one with the weapon and prepped for a swing, holding it over his shoulder. 

Bill's eyes widened, "Joseph, don't-"

Jack swung and Bill's head snapped backwards with a sickening crack. He stumbled backwards, his hand grasping aimlessly for anything to keep him upright before tripping over the dirt and falling onto his back.

The former head counselors head lolled to the side. His pale blue eyes stared up at the night sky, mouth hung open; forever in a state of shock of how he ended up where he was.

Jack’s hands clenched on the shovel, trembling with irritation, fear and everything in between. He sucked in a breath and yelled at the body. He wanted to say "I warned you not to look" "I'm sorry" or "fuck you". But all that came out was a broken wail.

He kicks at its leg repeatedly, screaming. He stomps the torso. He whacks the head with the shovel, inciting another gruesome noise, likely from bones breaking and flesh ripping.

It's only until the body is contorted in a such a manner - splayed out as if there wasn't a single bone in its body - that Jack relaxes. The damage has been done. And he gets to digging, taking care to make sure the hole is deeper.  

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[sgtmickeyslaughter]

66 and 84🥹?

Hi anon! i hope its satifsying to get your prompt answered after a week, i just didnt like this and didnt know how to end it but ive accepted that im not going to make it any better and here you go!

84. Show me what’s behind your back + 66. How could I ever forget about you?

Ian held out for so, so long, he’d like that on the record. 

He didn't know about it until they moved into the westside apartment. His alarm bells started going off when he noticed Mickey being careful with something. It was unusual for Mickey, who usually threw his shit around without a care and it made Ian’s Mickey specific senses prick up. 

He’d subtly tracked Mickey’s movements as they unpacked, knowing that if Mickey was bothering to try to hide something, there was no point in asking from the jump because he wouldn’t get answer. 

And Ian trusted his husband, and was making a point to show that, so if Mickey wanted to hide the little unlabeled tin somewhere Ian wouldn’t find it (in the hollowed out contents of a book and buried in his nightstand, Ian wasn’t a saint and there was no logical explanation for Mickey owning a book that big) Ian would let him have that, it’s not like the contents of that tin would be life or death, right?

That’s what Ian kept telling himself when Mickey disappeared one night. He was supposed to be with Sandy and back in time for dinner, but there Ian was at midnight, wondering where the hell his husband was. 

He’d exhausted, his options; calling Mickey, calling Sandy, calling Debbie and Lip, and finally calling the hospital. Nothing. No one was answering.

So Ian stretched his mind to what kind of trouble his husband could be getting into, and it kept going back to that little mystery tin. 

Fuck it. Ian creeped down the hallway, keeping his footsteps light from nerves even though he was the only one home. Once he finally rifled through Mickey’s nightstand, searching through miscellaneous pens and notebooks and half eaten protein bars Ian told him to throw away weeks ago, he found the big heavy book tucked all the way in the back. 

Smoothing his thumb over the cover, Ian tried to make out what it originally said. Maybe cigars? Or bullets, knowing Mickey. It was bigger than a mint tin but smaller than a lunchbox and rusting lightly around some of the corners. 

Cautiously lifting the lid, Ian peered in curiously, all thoughts of it possibly holding the secret to Mickey’s location fading away as he took in the contents. 

It had Mickey’s birth certificate, for one. Mikhalio Aleksander Milkovich. August 10th 1994. Cook County, born at 3:36 am. There was a white lighter, which didn’t have any gas left in it, but Ian kind of recognized it from when they were kids. There was a photo of a woman with dark hair, standing unsmilingly in front of a white wall. A little green army man, like the ones that littered Ian’s childhood bedroom, and a photo of Mickey and Mandy that must’ve been taken on Mandy’s first phone, judging from the quality. 

An old strip of paper with a phone number, a GED with Mickey’s name on it which made Ian’s eyebrows raise. An ID with a photo of younger Mickey that listed him as Casimir Bukowski. And finally, a very, very old photo of Ian, with a beanie and a smirk, flipping off the camera like he thought he was the shit. 

There were a couple of water stains, and places where the shitty inkjet paper was faded nearly white, but it was obviously him. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” 

Ian whipped around and closed the tin behind him as he faced his husband.

“Nothing,” he defended immediately. “What the fuck are you doing back so late? I was worried.”

“Got fucking trashed with Sandy” Mickey said. “Had to listen to her fucking dyke drama.”

“You should have called me!” Ian insisted angrily. 

“What’re are you hiding?” Mickey slurred curiously. 

“I am not-” Ian started indignantly, cheeks heating up.

“Show me what’s behind your back” Mickey ordered.

“Your mystery box” Ian admitted, throwing the tin onto their comforter. 

Mickey snorted inelegantly, walking over to join Ian and sitting on his side of the bed, stumbling slightly. 

Pulling the box into his lap, Mickey shuffled through the contents halfheartedly “it’s not a mystery, it’s just my shit.”

“You don’t have to hide it,” Ian said quietly, sitting next to him. 

“Force of habit” Mickey explained away.

Chewing his lip, Ian debated how to bring up the photo that shocked him the most “that’s a really old picture, you can have a new one.”

“I’ve had it for a while,” Mickey said unhelpfully, like that explained it.

“How’d you even get it?”

“Mandy printed it out, I guess she took it” Ian tried to think back and vaguely remembered Mandy pointing a shitty snapshot camera at him before she made him take photos of her. “I stole it after you left, for the army.”

Mickey was looking at the photo now, rubbing his thumb over the worn paper. “I wanted to see you, I guess,” he admitted quietly. 

“I thought you forgot about me,” Ian said honestly.

“How could I forget about you?” Mickey asked honestly, finally looking up to meet Ian’s eyes with a wide, unfocused look. 

“I don’t know” Ian said, not really understanding his own motivations entirely, looking back. But also not ready to admit he assumed everyone forgot about him, even his own family. 

“Thought about you every day,” Mickey said quietly. 

But now he thought about Mickey sitting alone and looking at a photo of him in between moments of pretending, hiding in his own house from the wife he didn’t want and a father who despised him. 

“You really love me, huh?” Ian asked, peering curiously over at his husbands face. 

Mickey finally looked up, meeting his gaze with a smirk. “’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, Gallagher.”

For a second, Ian was so overwhelmed with emotion he couldn’t stand to look at him, so Ian bumped his shoulder against Mickey’s, smiling bashfully as he over corrected and nearly fell off the bed.

“You’re fucking trashed” Ian accused. 

“Been drinking around you losers too much” Mickey defended tiredly, rubbing absentmindedly at his face.

“Yeah?” Ian asked sweetly, amusedly watching his husband fade into sleep in real time.

“M’yeah” Mickey agreed.

Ian kissed his head for a second before getting up and kneeling in front of him.

“Oh, I love you Ian, but there’s no way I’m gonna’ be able to do that” Mickey mumbled, blinking slowly down at him.

Ian just grinned and started unlacing his boots, knowing that Mickey was about fifteen seconds away from curling up on their clean comforter with dirty shoes. 

“You want some leftovers?” Ian asked once he finished taking off his husbands shoes. 

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to eat in the bed,” Mickey said tauntingly, digging his sock covered toes into Ian’s thigh. 

Ian fixed him with a glare until Mickey shook his head. Ian shrugged and helped Mickey out of his jacket and jeans, and rolled him into the center of the bed before he padded quietly into their bathroom to take his nighttime meds. 

When he got back into the bedroom, Mickey was sound asleep, snoring and drooling slightly against Ian’s pillow in the dim yellow light.

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[gotham-ruaidh]

Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I’m So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) || Chapter 13b (She’s My Addiction) || Chapter 13c (Patience) Chapter 14a (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14b (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 14c (Where Do We Go Now?) || Chapter 15a (Dreams) ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 15B: I Sing A Song of Love

Wilmington, North Carolina

Labor Day Weekend, 1988

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When I cannot sing my heart I can only speak my mind

- “Julia”, The Beatles (1968) [click here to listen]

“How was Alec?”

Jamie drew back the covers of Dougal and Gillian’s guest bed, bending to kiss his wife’s bare shoulder. “Good. He’s been producing a record for a local New York band – some punk kids he saw at CBGB. He wanted my advice on something.” He settled against the headboard, rolling his shoulders. “He also said that Faith took some really good photos at the wedding. I asked him to send them to Colum.”

“Hold these for me?” Claire slipped off her rings. Carefully he took them, watching her rub lotion into the palms and backs of her hands.

“I know you don’t like it when I take them off, Jamie, but it’ll just be for a moment. I’ve been feeling so dry since we landed.”

He shrugged. “I don’t mind. And I hope the dryness is something you can get used to. If we’re really serious about the house.”

Dougal, God bless him, had introduced them to Amy – real estate agent extraordinaire, and former patient at The Ridge (“white wine,” she’d explained in the car from the airport. “I thought I had it under control until I crashed my car into the house I was about to show, right in front of the clients, and two empty wine bottles rolled up from under the seat”). Amy was smart, and low key, and had lined up showings for six beautiful homes tucked away in the mountains.

So much to think about.

But they had time, now. All the time in the world.

“I can get used to anything, Jamie. When I want to.” She held out her hand, and softly, gently he slid her engagement and wedding rings back onto her finger. Kissed her knuckles.

She smiled. Reached out to trace her name tattooed over his heart. The only tattoo on his chest – proudly visible to the world on the nights he played without a shirt.

“Would you add our wedding date?”

His heart raced beneath her thumb. “Maybe. But I was thinking that I could save the space for something else.”

She quirked an eyebrow.

He smiled.

“Maybe – the names of our children.”

Her thumbnail grazed his nipple. Eyes searing into his.

And then his mouth was on hers, sharing breath and laughs as they struggled under the thick comforter to find each other.

Sometime later, he slipped from her to turn off the lights in the room. Paused to light the candle on the bedside table. Heart stuttering with love as the shadows played across his wife’s smiling, sleepy face.

“What was the first tattoo you ever got?”

He tangled his legs with hers. “On the top of my left arm. The name of our band. Me, Ian, and Angus all got it at the same time.”

He shifted a bit, and she squinted in the candlelight – but there it was.

“That’s adorable.”

Jamie snorted. “Angus was the one who wanted it. We’d just signed our record deal, after three years of playing shitty club after shitty club, and getting stiffed by promoters who didn’t pay us, and dealing with some real next level bullshit. So we went out to celebrate, and Angus downed half a bottle of tequila, and Ian and I helped him with the other half, and before we knew it we were on a quest to find a tattoo parlor.”

She smiled. “And you and Ian got them by accident?”

He traced the long, sloping line of her clavicle. “Fuck no. Angus cried like a baby because it hurt so much. And then I wanted to show him how it’s done. And then I bulled Ian into it. It’s still the only tattoo his has. Jenny was so mad. But she’s over it now.”

“Does Angus have any more tattoos?”

“I have no idea. Why don’t you ask one of the groupies?”

She pushed him gently. “Stop. Charlotte and Molly are actually really nice girls. I think they genuinely care about him. From what they told me last week, they had a wonderful time in Aruba.”

“Please tell me they didn’t share any specific details.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know they’re both on the Pill, because they asked me for a prescription when they learned I was a doctor. Kind of awkward when I told them my license had been suspended, but I helped them get what they needed.”

Jamie buried his face in Claire’s shoulder. “That’s good. But I really don’t need that mental image. They’re both a foot taller than him, for God’s sake. How does that even work, in bed? Sounds like a complicated math problem.”

She kissed his forehead. “From what they told me, it’s not an issue.”

He shifted up, mouth finding hers in a kiss.

“Will it ever stop, Claire?” he whispered against her lips, after a long, long while.

He didn’t need to be more specific.

“I don’t know, Jamie.” She kissed him, long and sweet. “I really don’t. But I don’t want to ever find out.”

--

Two A.M. Neither could sleep – too much on their minds.

Sometimes it was like this on the road.

They speculated why. Too much post-show energy. An uncomfortable bed. Because no substances were available.

Or, as Jamie would say – too much life to live, to waste by sleeping.

“Play for me?”

He kissed her forehead and crawled out of bed, toward the guitar case.

She recognized it from their time at The Ridge. A bit of mother-of-pearl inlay on the neck. Sides worn with time and love.

The guitar he had written all those songs on, at The Ridge. The songs he had always played to her first, in the early morning before everyone else woke up. Feeling like the two of them were the only people in the world.

The same songs he now played, night after night, for thousands of people.

Every time still felt like the first time.

She sat up a bit in bed, leaning against the headboard. Watched Jamie sit beside her, candlelight playing over his arms and chest and hips.

“Any requests, Dr. Mrs. Fraser?”

She smiled.

“Surprise me.”

He smiled back. Thinking.

Strummed a few chords. Thinking.

Launched into song.

Half of what I say is meaningless

But I say it just to reach you, Julia

Looked up at his wife.

Her beautiful, beautiful face stricken with pain and grief.

He lay down the guitar. Pulled her to him, skin on skin.

Holding her, smoothing her hair, as she cried.

“Sshh. I’ve got you. I love you. Sshh.”

She took a deep, shuddering breath.

“My mother was named Julia,” she whispered into his neck. So softly that he felt it, more than heard it.

“I’m sorry. I never asked you about it. I didn’t mean – ”

“The White Album was the first record I bought with my own money. I used to listen to this song and think of her.”

He pulled her a bit closer. Wanting her to crawl inside his skin.

“I wonder sometimes what my life would have been like, if she and my dad hadn’t died when I was five.”

“If you would have become an addict, you mean?”

She twined her fingers with his. Thumb tracing his wedding ring. “If I would have married Frank. If I would have become a doctor. If I would have become an addict. If I would have met you.”

“All what ifs. You can’t drive yourself crazy that way, Claire.”

“It hurts, Jamie.” She closed her eyes. He kissed the tears sliding down her cheeks.

“I know, Claire.”

“I really wanted her to be at our wedding.”

“I know.”

“And your Mom, too.”

Ellen Fraser had died when Jamie was eight.

If anyone understood, it was him.

“Yes. I’m sorry. I never want to cause you pain, Claire.”

She took a deep breath. “I know, Jamie. And you couldn’t have known about the song.”

He kissed her cheek. “I can play another one.”

She shook her head. “No. I want you to play it. I need a new memory.”

He smiled. Gently turned her around so that he sat against the headboard with her back pressed against his front. Reached out for the guitar and settled it across Claire’s knees, his hands reaching around her to find the strings.

He strummed a bit. She relaxed a bit.

“You know, John Lennon wrote this song for his mother. She was also named Julia. He lost her when he was a young man – and he mourned her the rest of his life.”

He kissed the shell of her ear. Played another chord.

“It’s OK to mourn, Claire. And to remember.”

Began singing, low and quiet, into her ear.

Half of what I say is meaningless But I say it just to reach you, Julia

Julia, Julia, ocean child, calls me So I sing a song of love, Julia…

Safe in his arms.

“Love you,” she whispered, starting to drift away.

He finished the song. Carefully set the guitar on the carpet, and eased her back onto the bed. Holding her so close, so gently. A wonder.

“Dear God, I love you.”

#outlander #outlander fanfic #little bit better than i used to be #jamie and claire

[inarizqkis]

date me? ;; stray kids x ftm! reader

requested once again by the wonderful @shirodleapier <3

warnings! angst, fluffy, stray kids being kids, reactions!!!!!, individual writings for each member, as always nothing physical is specified but reader identifies as male and presents as male :) also some of them (most) the members call reader hyung, but you can change this or think of it as an endearing term instead, it's just casual :) NOT EDITED 😭

request! stray kids x ftm reader. They always thought reader was born a boy. One day they ask reader to date them, and so reader felt the need to tell them he is trans. So like reader coming out to them. Some Angst since reader fears they wont accept him. But also fluff please!

summary! in which reader has nothing to worry about <3

notes! WHEEEW this took a long time to write but it was so fun :) this is in age order, so it starts with chan, and ends with innie. I LOVED WRITING THIS HWVDUAVSJ sorry please send me more requests 🙏🏻

fem aligned dni

reblogs are appreciated! enjoy :)

bang chan:

"wanna go out? with me, i mean." chan asked, nervously, sweating a little bit. he had a crush on you since he first saw you, and maybe he didn't believe it himself until recently. it's not that you weren't attractive, god you were gorgeous. you were like the sun to his moon. chan was a man of action, always getting things done when they needed to be, but around you, he especially wanted to show off.

"ah, about that, i-" you started, and chan got even more nervous, but listened intently, not wanting to interrupt you.

"i need to tell you something. and i really need you to not freak out or hate me." you held his hand gently, and he nodded, confused, gently gripping your hand.

"you know i could never."

you sighed, taking a minute to yourself, before just spitting it out. "i'm not biologically a guy, i.. i was born a girl. it.. took a lot for me to get where i am now, the stares, the hateful comments, dysphoria- and even now, i still get dysphoric. i understand if you don't like me anymore, but-" you rambled, starting to tear up, and chan smiled fondly, before kissing your hand, tearing you away from your thoughts.

"hey, hey it's okay. i understand, and like i said, you could never drive me away from you or make me hate you. all i want is you, even if you come with problems or issues, i'll always be there for you," chan reassured, and you felt a huge weight lift from your chest.

"promise?" you held out your pinky.

"always and forever." chan smiled lovingly, locking his pinky with yours.

lee minho:

"let's go on a date." minho said, and you stiffened, unsure if you heard him right. then again, minho had always been bold around you. he wasn't too different from when he was with his members, but you could tell right away you were never going to get rid of him. like a cat, he was cuddly, kind of quiet, and really liked your attention. the both of you were like two matching puzzle pieces, just.. plus 7 other puzzle pieces, because there was always another member with you both. today however, oddly enough it was only you two alone.

"minho, i need to tell you something first," and alsmost as if on cue, dori, who always cuddled up to you, had jumped up onto your lap. it was almost as if dori noticed your distress, because he started rubbing his head against you.

minho cooed silently, but moved his eyes back to you, furrowing his brows in confusion. "what is it?"

"i'm transgender," you bit your lip nervously, keeping your eyes on dori, who had settled in your lap. "i wasn't born like how i look now. it took a lot of work and effort to get here. if it's too much, i understand why you wouldn't like me anymore."

"jagiya, why would you think i wouldn't like you anymore? i'm not pushed away so easily. even soonie, doongie, and dori love you, probably more than they love me." minho smiled, and stood up, wrapping his arms around you gently, kissing the top of your head, his fingers running through your hair gently.

"i just thought you should know, so if you did react badly, i would be able to get over you faster." you sniffled, laughing softly, wrapping an arm around his waist. you always loved minho's hugs, and honestly they felt safe. he made you feel like you had no problems.

"so, about that date.."

he was home.

seo changbin:

"sunbaenim! let's go get dinner together?" changbin smiled, peeking his head into your dressing room, and you raised your eyebrow. changbin had the fattest crush on you since he saw you perform on the stage after his performance, and he's even collaborated on a song with you once or twice. he loved the fact that you were comfortable being yourself, and were never afraid to show anyone that you weren't easily driven away. he was almost envious of your confidence.

"binnie! you can come in, you know." you smiled. he nodded, and went inside the room, shutting the door gently. you had only half changed out of your stage clothes, and damn the stylist for putting so many accessories on you. you finally took off your shirt, and changbin noticed the light scars on your chest.

"ah, sunbae.. if you don't mind me asking," changbin spoke softly, "what happened there? did you get into an accident?" and you looked down at your chest. you made a face, and gently ran your fingers along the scars.

"ah, these? i'll tell you, but you have to keep it a secret, okay?" you smiled, but internally you were freaking out. how could you let him see these? i mean, better now than later, i guess, but this is less than ideal. you finally got to hear him ask you out, and you forgot to change your shirt first.

changbin nodded, unaware of your internal conflict, and you took a deep breath. "i'm trans. i wasn't born a male, i was born a girl."

"ah, i know someone who is trans too! hyung, have you met..." changbin smiled, and you sighed in relief. changbin didn't judge you, and for that, you definitely swooned. he may as well have stolen your heart, because you knew as soon as he smiled comfortingly, you knew you were in deep. you put your shirt on, listening to him, giving him your own responses.

"changbin-ah, thank you. i was nervous that you wouldn't accept me. i think i really wouldn't have been able to take it if you weren't as understanding as you are." you smiled, offering your hand to help him stand up, and he put his hand into yours. he gently wrapped his arms around you, his face buried into your neck. you weren't tall, but you were taller than changbin.

"you already know me, hyung. i'm weak in the knees for you already. nothing can change the way i feel about you."

you smiled softly, kissing his cheek. "now, what were you saying about dinner earlier?"

hwang hyunjin:

"hyung," hyunjin started, and you turned your head over to him.

"what is it, hyun?"

"do you.. are you single?" hyunjin asked, somewhat bluntly. hyunjin was usually straight to the point, but you had a feeling this was nerve-wracking for him, and it was.

"yeah, i'm single. why do you ask?" you raised a brow slightly, and hyunjin flushed a bit, avoiding your eyes.

"well, it's just.. i like you. i understand if you don't like me back, but i just wanted you to know." hyunjin kept his gaze on his hands, and your breath hitched. you wish that at this moment that at least chan was home, but he and changbin were out at the gym, whilst you and hyunjin had opted to stay home.

"hyunjin, i.. i need to tell you something." you pursed your lips, and hyunjin visibly slouched, ready to get rejected, and he simply looked away.

"if you don't feel the same, i get it. i'm not your type, right? you're not interested in guys, are you?" hyunjin had asked, biting his lip as he kept his gaze onto the floor, holding back tears.

"that's not it! i.. i really like you, but i need you to know something about me. i'm transgender," you blurted, and trailed off softly, picking at your fingers nervously. "i just.. thought you should know.."

hyunjin put his hand over yours, and offered you a small smile. "hyung-ah, you're very brave for telling me. thank you for being you."

"you.. you still like me after..?" hyunjin nodded, smiling a toothy grin, before tackling you gently, wrapping his arms around you as he layed on your chest.

"you're my favorite hyung, y'know. nothing could make me stay away from you. i'm proud of you for having the courage to tell me this." hyunjin murmured, his face buried into your neck, before he leaned up and kissed your jaw gently.

"hyunjin-ah, thank you." you smiled, wrapping your arms around him, and he settled onto your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

han jisung:

"hyung-ah, do you have a boyfriend?" jisung had a crush on you, and didn't know howto ask you out, so he kept practicing to himself in his bedroom. he shook his head, "ah, no that was too direct. hm..."

"jisung-ah, can i come in?" jisung PANICKED. he looked around his room, and shook his head, thinking you could see him, and facepalmed, before tidying up a bit, throwing clothes into the laundry hamper.

"ah, one sec, hyung! don't come in, i'm... naked?" jisung had told you, although it sounded more like a question, and you nodded nonetheless, moreso to yourself.

"okay. i'll just wait outside the door. with this fried chicken i bought for you." you teased. you knew he couldn't resist, since he had just gotten off of a diet where he wasn't allowed to eat fried foods. jisung's eyes widened and he dropped everything and went to the door, takibg a second to catch his breath, before opening the door, smiling.

"you said chicken? marry me, hyung." jisung said, and you swear he had heart eyes for you in that moment. jisung flushed, not meaning to tell you that, and quickly tried to save himself.

"i mean, not yet, anyway, i have to at least take you out on a date first and then we can get married if it goes well for a long time but-" jisung covered his mouth, his eyes wide as he just stared at you in embarrassment. your eyes were slightly widened, as you blinked, unsure of what jisung was rambling about. all you had heard was 'date' and it excited you but also freaked you out a bit too.

jisung whispered, albeit a bit muffled, "too much?" you shook your head, slowly processing what he said, and simply handed him the chicken, blinking in disbelief.

"wait, so you aren't against going on a date with me?" jisung realized after a moment, smiling, looking at you. you shook your head, you honestly had no problem with it.

"no, actually.. except i need to tell you something first." you had said, and jisung immediately felt nervous. he almost wanted to cry and he didn't know if it was out of happiness or confusion, but he simply tilted his head, urging you to go on.

"i'm.. i was born a girl. but i don't identify as one anymore." your voice cracked at the end, as you attempted to blink away your growing tears, unable to look at jisung in fear that he had a disgusted look on his face. jisung groaned, almost relieved, but proud that you had the courage to tell him this.

"ah, hyung! you know i'm okay with that, you scared me! i thought you were gonna say something else!" jisung scolded, pulling you into a hug, kissing your cheek gently, and you laughed, your voice raspy from almost crying

"i just thought it was better that you knew, sung. thank you for accepting me." you mumbled, burying your face into the crook of his neck. he giggled softly, feeling your hair tickle his neck, but simply nodded.

"of course, hyung," jisung grinned, before guiding you into his room. "let's eat before it gets cold, yeah?"

lee felix:

"pretty boy, let's bake together? i promise to let you have the first taste of the batter." felix grinned, clinging onto you, his arms around your waist. felix was always flirty with you, and you honestly hoped it was because he liked you, but he was like this with the other members, too.

"sure!" you agreed, grinning back softly. you had asked what he wanted to bake, and he simply chirped out, 'cake!' so you decided to help him bake the cake.

after about two hours and your promised first taste of the batter, you finally finished the cake that felix had wanted to bake. when he was frosting it, he wanted it to be a surprise, so he made you sit in the living room. he called you back in after 30 minutes, and you looked at the cake in awe. he had decorated the cake really prettily, with all kinds of purples, greens, and pinks. he had made two frogs on the same lily pad, and what you noticed the most was the writing he had neatly frosted underneath them.

'be my boyfriend?' it had read, and you looked over at him, as he smiled nervously. "so...?"

"lix, i-" you had begun, unsure of what to say. of course you wanted to be his boyfriend, but what would he say once he's found out? obviously he won't freak out over it, but some people don't date trans men. that was your biggest worry, is that you'll push him away from you, and your friendship would never be the same.

felix was freaking out, you had this constipated look on your face, and he was checking his pulse right about now. yup, his heart was beating really fast, and he was afraid he scared you off. he thought you felt the same way, but hey, if you reject him, at least he gets to eat his sadness away with the cake.

"hyung..?" you snapped out of your thoughts, looking into felix's eyes. "if you don't feel the same-"

"no, i do! it's just.. i haven't been completely honest with you. about me. i know you wont freak out about itandhatemebutidon'twantthingstochangesoi'mreallyscaredyouwon'tlikemeanymoreandi-" felix covered your mouth, stopping you from rambling any further. he smiled reassuringly at you, also feeling a bit of relief at the fact that you liked him back, and that he wouldn't have to eat this cake by himself.

"hyung, it's okay. calm down. slowly, okay?" felix said, uncovering your mouth and fixing your hair.

you nodded, sighing, before taking a deep breathe. "i'm trans. i wasn't born a male." you finally spit it out, and felix nodded, understandingly.

"it's okay, you're still and always will be my pretty boy." felix was such an understanding and caring person. your lips quirked up into a smile, and you grinned, burying your face into his neck, pulling him into a hug, your arms wrapped around his waist.

"thank you, lix."

kim seungmin:

"hyung, wanna go out together?" seungmin walked into your room, not bothering to knock on the door. he already knew you were fine with it, anyways. you looked up from your canvas, and saw seungmin shyly looking away, and you could already tell this time was different.

"seung-ie, what'd you have in mind?" you asked, and he simply looked away, face flushed as he mumbled words of encouragement to himself, before telling you where he wanted to go.

"namsan tower..? i wanted to go and put our own locks together." seungmin replied nervously, and your eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"like- like a date?" you tilted your head softly, and he looked at you hopefully, nodding.

"yeah, like.. like a date.. it's okay if you don't wanna go with me-"

"no! no i wanna go, it's just.. i didn't tell you something, and i was really hoping that i wouldn't have to tell you because i was scared it would change the way you see me.." you explained, and seungmin tilted his head. if you weren't so anxious at the moment, you would've cooed because of how much he reminded you of a puppy.

"seungmin-ah, i'm a trans male," you spoke, after a moment, and you swear you could hear your heart beating in your ears. seungmin blinked, somewhat in shock, and you bit your lip, not wanting to freak out or anything too soon, but the silence was killing you. "if, if it's too much, i can give you a minute-"

"no! no i just.. you're so handsome, i had to soak it all in for a minute. you're really pretty, like extremely good looking." and with seungmin's words you knew he understood, he just didn't know how to express it otherwise.

"...so, namsan tower it is?" you smiled, and seungmin nodded, taking your hand in his. you felt him shiver, your hands had always been warm, while his hands were always cold, even if he wasn't.

yang jeongin:

"wanna go to a cafe with me?" jeongin asked, showing you the picture on his phone, and you noticed it was a couples cafe. he tilted his head, looking at you, seemingly unaware of your inner conflicts. you want to go with him, but you had yet to come out to him. you don't wanna hide something that big from him, because what if he wasn't okay with it?

"innie, you know it's a popular couples cafe, right?" you played it safe. maybe he didn't know, and wanted to just go and get coffee. it wasn't unusual for the both of you to go and get coffee together, but this might've been different.

"mhm! there's a first date discount too, by the way." jeongin mentioned, smiling softly, and you had the urge to poke his dimples, but stopped yourself from doing so.

"ah, i see.. are you wanting to go for the discount..?" you asked, and he shrugged.

"eh, for the discount, and i want to take you out on a date. there's really good strawberry shortcake here, i've heard." jeongin completely blew past the part where he had basically asked you out on a date, and you felt yourself heat up, your back stiffening. you sat up on the couch, and looked over at him.

"i need to come out with something.. i haven't told you this because i didn't know how you'd react.." you began, and jeongin immediately thought it was bad. had he gone too far? maybe you were already in a relationship? did you not like him the same way he liked you? were you straight? god he hoped he hadn't messed up everything.

"what is it?... is it something bad?" jeongin asked, and you felt your heart crack a bit, with the way his eyes showed you everything.

"no! no it's nothing like that, i.. i just need to tell you before anything, okay?" he nodded.

"i'm transgender. i wasn't born the way i am now. i just.. i really wanted you to know." you said, and jeongin let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

"hyung.. you were always like this. maybe not physically, but you were meant to be a man. i still like you, if you're worried about things like that. you can't get rid of me easily." jeongin grinned, and you hugged him, to which he returned.

"thanks, innie. for being a good person," you murmured, and he laughed softly, running his hand through your hair reassuringly, before kissing the tip of your nose gently.

"thank you, hyung. for being who you are." jeongin replied, smiling, holding your face gently.

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[pumpkinrootbeer]

imo there is something to be said for how Lip is consistently placed in the position of protector/parent. Obviously we see him take care of all his younger siblings, especially Liam. But beyond that from very, very early on in the show we see him have a strong vested interest in protecting kids, like when Karen is going to give the baby up for adoption; "Now, uh, do you check the, uh, families for, you know, um, alcohol and drug abuse? Make sure they have enough income to feed it and stuff?", "But they're still good families right? You make sure they're going to decent parents?"(s2.8)

Or in s3.4 when he convinces Mandy to help him rescue her half-sister, Molly. "She sounded desperate. Let's see if we could get her, let's see if we could help." and "If she ran, it was probably for a good reason, no?"(s3.6). Of course there's the entirety of season 4, where he's not only willing to drop out of college to look after Liam but then is afraid to even let Liam out of his sight for almost the rest of the season. And then, obviously, there's Xan in season 8 & 9, a complete stranger but still a kid in need who he then helps without question. He also gives Xan and her mom ten thousand dollars.

Also in s4 (sorry just a really good Lip season in general), it's Lip who realizes something is wrong with Ian and goes looking for him (s4.5) and then it's Lip who takes care of Fiona after she breaks parole (s4.10). On top of which, the only reason Lip is even going to college, despite vocally saying he doesn't want to numerous times, is because it'll help his family if he gets a good job; "Except the little ones Debbie, and- and Carl, and- and Liam, and, my sister Fiona. I could be there for them but I'm not. You know, 'cause I'm here. 'cause I'm told that, that's something I could do for those kids, in a big way, in a real way.' (s5.8)

This perception that Lip both doesn't care about Fiona (or the rest of his family) and doesn't do anything for them is such a misconception. Obviously, there's everything he does to help in s4, from picking up Fiona in Wisconsin to stealing food and cooking dinner every night, but there's how he does try to help Ian, like in s7.3 when he convinces Ian to take his meds. Or in s9.6 when he does a gig as a sober coach to get Ian money for his commissary account in prison. And, then, of course there's how Lip is the reason Fiona goes to AA in s9, both by convincing V to not enable Fiona, "What kind of friend do you want to be? The kind that sees her drunk at the Alibi every morning?" and also by telling Fiona, "Get to a meeting."(s9.12).

I think it's also worth mentioning that Lip only kicks Fiona out once she starts being a danger to the kids in the house, "I'm not letting you stay here! Not with Franny, and not with Liam. No fucking way."(s9.12) Keep in mind, the previous episode he had to body block Fiona to keep her from yelling around and at Xan.

It's just such a wild misreading of the text that Lip is callous or selfish in regards to his family, and especially in the context of Fiona and their relationship. When people say that Fiona always took care of Lip and he never gave anything in return, or that he pushed her to take care of their whole family and never stepped up, I think they're just willingly choosing which parts of the show to engage with and which to ignore.

Obviously there's the age gap, she's 5 years older, (in s8 Lip says he's 23 and Fiona says she's 28) so I'm not sure how much you guys wanted a 4 year old to pitch in when you bring up what she was doing at 9. But beyond that, when Lip got old enough to help, he did. We see him helping throughout the show, we see him stepping up and caring for everyone including Fiona. And it's not just Fiona he was helping, he did Kev and V's taxes, he was the one who came up for the plan to keep Debbie out of jail in s1 when she stole the baby. He helps JimmySteve throughout season 1-3.

And at the exact same time, Lip ends up having to solve most of his problems on his own or he just never brings them to Fiona in the first place. When she does find out he has something going on, her advice usually boils down to telling him to fix it; "So what are you going to do?"(s2.5) "Make it right with Ian."(s2.6) "You want to piss away every single chance you get, including this job, that's your business but don't drag me into it."(s7.10) It's also interesting how in her big "I was nine" speech in s7.12, Lip is the only one she doesn't mention.

Honestly the only character we see actually looking after Lip during his struggles with alcoholism is Debbie throughout s6 and 7. ("I don't want you to end up like Frank" being the reason he goes to rehab, "Do you need us to hide the beer?", "He's trying to get sober Frank!", and of course her confronting him in s7.11 when she finds out he's been drinking and makes sure he's going to a meeting.)

I wanna make it really, really clear that I'm not blaming Fiona or anything other character. I honestly think it's actually really compelling story telling that Lip is the sibling Fiona has a completely different dynamic with and that he's the one she consistently leans on. Not to mention, Lip clearly struggles to accept help and is pretty closed off emotionally. (Almost every big scene we see regarding their family he shuts down and goes silent.) But! I do think there's just this wild misconception with Lip's character that he's ungrateful, selfish, and uncaring towards his family. Yes he's prickly and rude and arrogant, but he's also incredibly caring and that's been a consistent character trait since day 1.

#lip gallagher #Shameless #shameless us #:v #this one kind of got away from me I just have a lot to say. #also lip loosing trust in Fiona after s4 is my roman empire #like can you imagine the one person you've been able to trust your entire life #becomes the exact thing she's spent her entire life protecting you guys from #I'd kill myself I'm sorry that's miserable #of course he took Liam like are you kidding me 😭 #Ignore typos I'm not rereading all of that rn #also like obvs u guys can respond if u disagree I love talking and debating media interpretation #Just don't be fucking rude #I will block u

[thenerdyfanwriter]

Just A Friend Part 1

Word Count: 1,118

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x GN!Reader, implied!Lip Gallagher x Mandy Milcovich

Synopsis: You find a text on Lip's phone from Mandy.

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, illusions to cheating.

A/N: This was getting a little long so I decided to make it into two parts. The next part will be out in a few days.

Masterlist

___________________

Mandy. Fucking. Milkovich.

In the 3 years I’ve known Mandy, she was never very far from Lip when possible. Since Lip and I have started dating, it seems as though she’s gotten clingier and more touchy with him. I know in the past they used to hook up. Lip has told me many times that they are just friends. But with their history, it’s hard to fully trust them.

While at the Gallagher house, I was laying in Lips room while he took a shower. I heard Lips phone go off once. Then twice. And it kept ringing non stop.

Worried it might be Fiona or one of the kids, I checked the phone. Right as I did a new message came through. 

I had fun last night. We should do it again sometime. Call me back. - Mandy

Of course it was Mandy. I sat back down on Lips bed staring at the phone. I thought about last night. We were supposed to go hang out under the El. Lip bailed on me, saying he had to study for an exam.

I set his phone down and grabbed my stuff. I should have trusted my gut from the beginning about him and Mandy. While trying to hold back tears, I ran down the steps just as Ian was coming home. As I ran past him, he tried to stop me but I ignored him.

Once I was a few streets over from the Gallagher house, I stopped. My phone had been ringing since I was down the street from Lips house. When I pulled it out I could barely make out what was on it, so I put it back in my pocket and started to walk home.

When I got home, I went to my room and laid down in bed. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling anymore. I heard my phone ring again and decided to answer it.

“Hello?” I heard Lip ask. “Hey, y/n, are you there?”

“Stop calling me Lip.” I replied. My throat was starting to hurt and I was getting tired. I could hear Lip on the other side of the phone rambling on about something, but I didn’t have the energy to listen. I hung up on him without warning and shut my phone off.

I got up to change then laid back down under my blanket. Soon after, I fell asleep.

Lips POV

I keep calling them. I don’t understand why they left like that. I heard Ian yelling for them when I was in the shower. I thought something happened to them so I ran out looking for them.

“Where’s y/n?” I asked Ian frantically.

Ian turned to me with an angry look on his face. “They ran out the door crying Lip. What did you do?”

I was confused. When I went to take my shower, everything was fine. They were sitting in my bed on their phone when I left.

“I didn’t do anything. Why are you blaming me for this?” I yelled at him. I ran back up to my room and got changed. I noticed my phone wasn’t where I had left it. I walked over to my bed where it was laying and grabbed it. The first message I saw was from Mandy.

That's all I had to know about what happened. I sat on my bed and started calling y/n. It kept going straight to voicemail. After about a half hour of calling them, they finally answered.

“Hello? Hey, y/n are you there?” I asked in a frantic voice. I could tell they had been crying. Their voice was hoarse and sounded distant.

I heard them quietly whisper, “ Stop calling me Lip.” My heart felt heavy when they said that.

“I know you saw the text from Mandy. I don’t know why she sent that.” I could hear them trying to keep from crying on the other side of the phone. I knew they weren’t listening to me. I heard the phone click and I looked at it in confusion.

Did they hang up on me? I tried calling again but the calls were going to voicemail. I finished getting dressed and started walking to their house.

Before I got out the door, Ian stopped me. “Are you running off to meet that skank?” Ian commented angrily.

“What are you talking about Ian?” I asked, getting angry at what he insinuated. The only person he called a skank was Mandy. He never really liked Mandy, and when y/n and I started dating he was glad I stopped seeing Mandy.

He turned around to face me from his position on the couch, “You’re going to see Mandy, aren’t you? Your s/o left without fucking you, so you’re going to fuck Mandy instead.” Ian was getting angrier by the second. 

“I’m going to see y/n. They left without warning and aren’t answering their phone. I’m worried.”  I turned to him, getting angry that he would think I’m seeing Mandy again.

Ian turned back around, facing the tv. “Y/n saw the message from Mandy on your phone Lip. They know you ditched them last night for Mandy.”

Y/n thought I was seeing Mandy behind their back. That’s why they left.

I started running to their house. I need them to know why I really ditched them last night. It breaks my heart that they would think I would cheat on them. 

When I reached their house I started banging on the door. All the lights were off and their parents' car was gone. I went to the back of the house to where their window was. Their light was off.

Maybe they weren’t home. I started yelling for them to see if they were up in their room. After an hour of trying, I decided to give up and try tomorrow.

Your pov

I can hear Lip yelling outside. It woke me up. I don’t understand why he’s here and not with Mandy. 

I grab my phone and turn it on. I see a bunch of missed calls from Lip and a text from Ian. I read the text from Ian.

I hope you know I’m here if you need anything. I don’t know why Lip would choose Mandy over you. - Ian

Tears formed in my eyes again. I can’t hear Lip anymore, he must have gone home. I get up and go to the bathroom to take a shower. Tomorrow is a school day which means I’ll have to see Lip and Mandy.

Once I’m done with my shower I dry my hair and go back to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will be better than today.

#shameless imagine #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher fluff #lip gallagher angst

[mickeym4ndy]

Tee, your tags on the Yev post are so correct! I absolutely think Mickey would have had a bigger storyline with Yev (and Svetlana) if he'd been in s6, alongside him and Ian being awkward exes who get back together eventually. I wanna do something with that in the s6 au I'm planning to write at some point, because it's so important for Mickey to be able to make a concerted effort to be a better man and dad than his own father was. And we know he's so much better than Terry, but Mickey ofc is so afraid of becoming his dad. And loving Yev and being there for him as a father is a way for him to heal from that generational trauma and not let himself be that person <3

Yes exactly!! I really think that this scene:

Was setting up a storyline for the next season where Mickey builds a relationship with Yevgeny. Like to me, this looks like as much as he is struggling, he does love his son (and this is the first time he’s realizing that).

I made a post about this before and @atthedugouts mentioned in the tags that so much of Shameless is about whether a child will repeat the sins of their parents or make different choices and break the cycle, and there was sooooo much to explore about that with Mickey & Yevgeny.

Which would’ve been such an interesting storyline. Not that Mickey would ever be as bad as Terry, but I think it’s something he’d struggle with within himself. I could actually talk about Mickey in season 6 & 7 for hours lol, I have soooo many ideas. And Mickey & Yevgeny is my favourite unexplored storyline.

I’ve said before I think it would’ve ultimately changed Gallavich’s dynamic a bit, not at the beginning, but eventually (things change when you become a parent, your kid needs to come before your partner sometimes, and Mickey for the last few years had put Ian first for everything) and that’s something I think they’d need to work out while they’re in the midst of the re getting to know each other/ getting back together stage.

But even outside of his relationship w Ian, in general it would have been so fascinating to see how Mickey grapples with trying not to be like his dad while loving Yevgeny but also struggling with how he was conceived and how traumatizing it was for him.

I think maybe he’d overcompensate a bit - be soo hard on himself if Yev ever simply fell over and hurt himself a bit while Mickey was watching him. Or if Mickey was ever struggling not to lose it while Yev’s crying (because it would be so overstimulating for him). Even though it wouldn’t be his fault I think he’d still struggle and blame himself and fall back into the “oh god I can’t do this I’m just like my dad” sometimes.

And he’d then try so hard to be better and be there as much as he can almost to a fault. And you’re so right it would’ve been such an opportunity for him to heal and to break the cycle. I think it also would’ve put his own childhood into perspective - he wants to protect Yev from anyone that would hurt him, so it’s so jarring for him to realize how much he was hurt and allowed to be hurt when he was a kid.

I’m also in general not a huge fan of the throuple storyline. So I would’ve LOVED to have seen Mickey & Svet be a coparenting/accidental bestie duo throughout the season (it wouldn’t have been like that straight away but eventually) and all the hijinks they could get up to - scams, funny stuff with Yevgeny, maybe going out to find real jobs together, if Mandy called Mickey about the dead guy and he brought Svetlana along (I need post murder sibling bonding pls). Just in general being a little unconventional family, because we know family is super important to Svet.

Also at this point most of Mickey’s family is gone and Ian’s broken up with him. Svet & Yev would be all he has left. It makes sense that he’d end up relying on & cling to them. (This is another reason why I think Gallavich would be different when getting back together after being apart for the better part of a year, both of their priorities would have shifted a bit).

Sorry this got so long, this is just one of my favorite topics I could genuinely talk about it for hours😂 I can’t wait to read your season 6 au fic!! Already know it’ll be so good!

#asks #shameless #mickey milkovich #svetlana yevgenivna #yevgeny milkovich #ian gallagher #terry milkovich #gallavich #shameless season 6 #shameless s6 #s6 #also I haven’t watched s6 in a long time so I can’t be 100% of the accuracy of all of this #but oh well it’s my imagination #also I forgot to add!! I think Mickey could’ve been a part of Carls storyline - getting out of the game etc #mickey talking some sense into him etc. #also I know not everyone’s a fan of a differnet gallavich dynamic and like the way Mickey always sorta falls at Ian’s feet #which I do think it would’ve been like at the beginning of the season had he been there #I just personal am not a massive fan of that #and I think a shift in their dynamics would’ve been better for both of them #if u don’t that’s totally cool #this is just me #shameless meta #gallavich meta

[sunnydayroleplay]

Okay, I have a request prompt idea for you to write, but before I say it. Who the hell is Jean? Cause it sounds like a pair of sentient jeans whenever ya'll mention them. Is it Shaun? Is it someone else??? TmT

Hi! Sorry for the long wait! If you check out Sunny Day Jack's official twitter, it depicts a certain character. That character being the actor of the astonished "Rory Rainberry", right hand man to the star of the Sunny Time Show! Which you will find here &lt;3 Jean and Joseph were born around the same time era, and ended up working as characters for the show! Jack being what we know as "Joseph" or [Redacted] Haberdae, and Rory being what we know as Jean!

If you look at all the official art and some of the "lore stories/theories" from this fandom, it's a hypothetical that Jean killed Joseph out of pure jealously.

I mean years of having to be nice to the person everyone thought was better. Hell maybe months. Months of watching someone be better at something you're good at is awful. It makes you feel like you'll never be better at something you've done longer. Even though it was a kids show, you could've had your big break. And now it all changed because you couldn't cut the part that you so desired, and now this hunk of red meat is the one people like more. It's stupid. With that said, it doesn't justify murder. ( But that's only pure speculation, so please take it with a grain of salt. )

Jean is presumably around 5'8-5'10. Definitely not taller than Joseph, but he's got something of course. He reminds me of what Ian's old design used to look like. Short, fluffy, light lumbered brown colored hair. Dark eyes, with freckles to sprinkle it on the cake. In the photo he's wearing a black striped down hemming turtleneck, and a long brown trench coat holding a smoke. You can tell what his personality might be apart from his character, due to the way he's posed. He's pissed off that there's a random ass contraption in his face, taking photos of him when he's having his time off to himself. Eyebrow raised and with a snarl. He seems to be a cocky, maybe slightly narcissistic person. Definitely manipulates whenever somethings not going his way. But he's smart, and he knows it so well. Or of course he could just be posing like that to do so, that's perfectly fine! Just again speculation and pure thought. But! Anyhow! Jean Laurent is a fellow actor who worked on the scenes and was apart of The Sunny Time Crew as another clown man named Rory Rainberry! Hopefully this helps-

#jacktor #sdj jack #sdj jacktor #sdj joseph #sunny day jack #swwsdj #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack roleplay #sunny day jack joseph #sunnydayjack jean #sdj jean #swwsdj jean

[timetraveltodystopia]

Enhypen current energies - September Shufflemancy reading

♡ Shufflemancy reading - 04/09/22 Disclaimer: I’m a beginner with tarot and my readings could be correct and could be not. I am still learning so please take everything with a grain of salt. These readings are for fun and for entertainment purposes only <3 This is all alleged. I don’t want to hurt any idol or send them hate.

Heeseung

Winter break - Tiesto, MUNA

Oh, baby I think we both know This is the love that we won't get right Still if you said that you wanted I know I'll always have one more try

Oh my god, so Heeseung is like in like an on-and-off relationship. It feels even toxic because he is like using the partner, well clarifying both are using each other, just for S€X. There is no love. They try to break up but his ex in half an hour is in front of his home waiting for him, yk? They need to figure this out. It's a fwb situation more likely, they know is toxic but they go back to each other.

Jay

No blueberries - DPR IAN, CL, DPR LIVE

I’m just kind of lost I fall from you I’ve been looking down a lot I fall from you I’m falling way too soft I fall from you Now tell me when to stop

This poor is in love and he fall in love hard, the problem is that he saw in his crush that they treat him pretty cold, so he is running away from his feelings. He feels confused because he doesn't know what he did wrong.

Jake

Pumped Up - Klingande

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Okay so this man right here is enjoying life with the chaebols kid, with the popular kids, but also he has been thinking how hard it was to have that position and become an idol.

Sunghoon

Side by side - Bewhy

빛이 있는 곳을 향하니 그림자는 내 등을 따르지 넌 있지못해 가만히 유혹은 옆에 나란히

He has been thinking about a crush that he has and he has a bit of hesitation to pursue it or not. Because of saseangs his career could be damaged after a lot of hard work and his doubts had been eating him alive. He feels that Hybe limits him to pursue what he loves.

Jungwon

Love not war - Jason Derulo, Nuka

I know money can't buy, buy, buy your love I guess I didn't try, try hard enough But we could work this like a nine-to-five

Jungwon is having trouble in his relationship but he is trying to fix his mess ups and work on the relationship, (he knows he is wrong and I like he admits it). The way he has been treating his partner is been through gifts but his SO has said enough and they prefer to talk about their problems. Jungwon is very jealous, protective, and flirtatious. He can be possessive too. He needs to learn through communication that gifts don't buy happiness (cuz he thinks it does).

Sunoo

Pretty Old Man - No buses

Your breath blows my hair in this crowded space Stinks all the time cause you're older You smoke everytime You will be critically ill Wish you live longer, longer

He must be seen his grandparents or someone older than him that he admires. This person had a great impact on Sunoo's life. I'm sorry for him but that person when they pass away will live in his heart.

Niki

Learn to fly - Surfaces, Elton John

All the broken people put your hands up high If you lift them up you might just touch the sky All the lonely people put your hands up high If you loosen up you might just learn to fly

I feel so sorry for Niki, he feels lonely in his group and that's the most heartbreaking thing, feels surrounded by people but feels lonely because no one understands him. This must be because he's away from home, Japan, and he's in a difficult culture.

This changes over time. Everyone has free will and vibrations change. Hope you like this reading <3

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#enhypen tarot #kpop tarot #kpop readings #enhypen shufflemancy #shufflemancy reading #shufflemancy #shuffle #jake tarot #jay tarot #heeseung tarot #sunghoon tarot #niki tarot #sunoo tarot #jungwon tarot

[niuniente]

Hmm, wow, The Spirit is suddenly extremely active in delivering messages and arranging “coincidences”.

I met with a friend and our talking turned into spirituality and conspiracies. He said he couldn’t understand how someone who does for example reiki healing (and other love based services or hobbies) suddenly goes against it all by starting to hating and judging people because of believing in hate based conspiracies. How that’s even possible? I’m agreeing with him and thinking to myself “Wow! When we first met I told him I’m spiritual and gave a tiny try to see how he reacts, but he wasn’t interested. Now, here I am, speaking about these topics with him. Great!” (Overall, we had much fun. We always do when we meet. He’s one of the reasons why I’m underlining the friendship between Lou-Lou and Alrick as a normal thing to occur.)

Now, my other friend asked me how I was doing? I told her I’m concentrating on  my health now; a dentist, calculus removal, massage and physiotherapy. Lots of things but it’s for my own good!

Right after I told her I see this on my Youtube front page. I have not listened to healing music nor that channel, and there it still is:

(Let Go, Heal & Be At Peace With Life. 3.33.33)

3 is my number. It repeats also on my birthday (23.3). I’m like “Thanks! I know now that it’s OK to invest into myself”.

Then I go to check one of the Billy Idol posts I reblogged yesterday, as I do like to check tags also from reblogged posts at times. Billy Idol itself is a sign to me and I just saw him randomly on my dash yesterday (which has happened maybe 2 times before in the past 10+ years). The first tag in that post says #ian. I can’t believe my eyes as Ian is my spirit guide’s name! The one who is with me from birth to grave! I have gotten only once in my whole life a message related to Ian like this and that happened almost 15 years ago.

If IAN is here, in a BILLY IDOL post, right after  a post that says 3.33.33, that is a BIIIIG SIGN.

I’ve also started to see feathers which has been very rare for the longest time now. I just saw 3(!) today.

I’ve also been seeing spiders, last time today and it was a spider I have never seen before (black with white stripes. Don’t worry, we got no poisonous ones here). Usually they mean that I need to write but I’m also pondering if Ian is actually sending them to me as a sign from him. The last time I got a sign from Ian it did include spiders.

Something massive (positive) is coming into my life. Something really big. I’m curious to see what it is and in what form? My guess now is that these all are signs that my health will improve a lot and I don’t have to worry it reverting back to what it used to be.

SLAIFÖDKF I KID YOU NOT I WENT TO SEARCH A FITTING GIF HERE WITH A WORD “EXCITED” AND THERE WAS A SPIDER! Just when I thought it’s perhaps from Ian! You just got a live feed experience of how this works sldfjögsf. I guess I need to meditate and speak with Ian.

#niu's life #spiritual #ian

[redpool]

Liveblog of the Teen Wolf: The Movie

Yeah that a great place to store the most powerful enemy you've ever had

That was the whitest Japanese I've ever heard

Who the fuck are you

Ok darth vader, chill out

This is the worst thing I have ever watched

Oh my god

No

Just no

Jesus

Dude, what the fuck?

Swearing??

I hate it here

Still don't like her

ELI!!!!

Jordan?? Why are you still here?

Mason's a cop now? Why.

DEREK IS A OFFICALLY A DILF

Dude, that was so unnecessary

Dude, that was so unnecessary pt 2

And you're holding hands why?

That was not a two person job

I hate you all

Exactly, why are you here?

Why are you explaining what the nemeton is? We already know????

Eli, that was unnecessary

Derek seems like the best dad

He's a shithead

And a smartass

And also a dumbass

Is it just me or is the a ting really bad?

Oh God, I know what's about to happen.

I'm not mentally prepared for what's about to happen

I dont want to see Ryan's ass

I have been subjected to so many naked bodies over the past week, I'm over it.

EW

I HATE IT HERE

WHERE DID THE RELATIONSHIP COME FROM???

THEYVE NEVER EVEN SAID TWO WORDS TO EACHOTHER

Awww, he's trying to be a good dad

Can you put your pants on please

Does this relationship actually bring anything to the plot?

*eyeroll*

Jesus christ

Why are they acting like they've never been there before??

Seriously, why.

Um ok riddler calm down

Oh, never mind

Have you just learnt to swear??

Umm??

Bonding moment?

Are we not going to talk about that???

Yeah, Eli and Derek are the only good thing about this movie.

What the fuck

Have I mentioned that I hate it here?

Umm

Wow, they really are using that r rating to the fullest, huh.

Why is she naked.

She didn't die naked, so why is she naked?

Umm

Oh

COACH!!!!!

Why am I doing this to myself

Best scene in that whole movie

The lip filler on this one

Why are her nails painted and done perfectly??

Are you kidding me?

You're going to tell me that Allison, who just came back from the dead, can beat a werecoyote, two police officers AND a true alpha?

Um ew

Dramatic ass

Ok bro, you are over acting rn

What the actual fuck

Why are you walking like that?

Mother?

Liar liar

Lol

Oh my god

Jesus

She went straight for the head

What

You're going to sit there and tell me that a human woman is stronger than a at full health werewolf?

Kitsune really said 🧍🏻‍♀️

Just heal? Why aren't you healing?

'Yeah, but I'm a good demon.' yeah bby you are

BOO BITCH

WHY HAVE YOU NOT HEALED?

I've witnessed the Derek Hale take worse hits then that and walk around like its nothing.

Ok, that was pretty cool.

Why are they taking out normal humans?

PETER

You've been spending too much time with cowboys

Jesus christ.

You two just need to kiss already

No, it's Kira. You need Kira. You don't need Lydia, you need Kira.

What in the CGI fuck was that

I seriously hate it here.

I really dont give a shit

Lady, you dont even know this child.

Her quiver was literally just empty.

Oh my god

*deep sigh*

Are Tyler Hoechlin and Ian Bohen the only actor that continued a ting after Teen Wolf ended?

You're such a shit-stirrer Peter

It should have been you, instead of Brett & Lori.

Oop, she ded

Oh, they got dusted.

Why did I just gasp?

Oh ok, just throw him down the stairs why don't you.

Oh my god

NOW SPARTA KICK HIM

Are you an idiot?

That was so unnecessary pt 3

Yeah like I cant fucking see the puddle of blood sitting right there.

I'm so uncomfortable

How has the acting gotten worse?

You guys are fully grown werewolves, it's a piece of fucking rope.

I didn't care about your relationship then and I still don't now.

It's the fucking teacher isn't it.

I miss Brett so much. Isaac too.

You're getting to Joker rn dude.

PROTECTIVE DAD DEREK

How has the eye cgi gotten worse?

Called it

That's so sad

Has everyone in this movie just forgotten how to act?

Yeah, I really dont care.

Yeah, that's not how it works bruh

See, should have recruited Peter ages ago.

YOU STUPID BITCH

HE BETTER BE OK, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD

Missed you Jords

How tf would you know?

Do the roar

Holy fuck

Fully body goosebumps rn

Oh shit

Oof

Umm what?

He's a unicorn

Bout fucking time

That was so fucking cool

Ew, no.

Jesus fucking christ

I see some Johnny Cage in you Sheriff.

Umm ew

You look like a really fucked up seal

Please shift back. Your wolf faces are really ugly.

Jordan, can you please do something.

'You can't catch me! I'm the ginger bread man.'

Gets worse everytime.

Headbutt

Jords, had him just fine. Derek didn't have to sacrifice himself.

Unnecessary death so it doesn't count.

What is with the writers and burning the Hales.

AND IN FRONT OF HIS CHILD AND PERVIOUSLY BURNT UNCLE????

Bullshit

That didn't happen. Derek is fine.

Get out of my fucking house.

Ew

That didn't happen either.

I fucking hate you.

You're full on making me cry rn.

Pretty sure Derek was the first teen wolf character I ever liked, this hits deep.

Oh honey

No.

You seriously think that Peter and Cora would let Allison and Scott raise that child?

Ew, stop.

Have fun in hell bitch.

Am I supposed to know who that is?

Eli, what the fuck are you doing?

#teen wolf #teen wolf the movie #liam dunbar #eli hale #derek hale #scott mccall #lydia martin #peter hale #alan deaton #chris argent #melissa mccall #nogitsune #malia tate #jordan parrish #allison argent #sheriff stilinski

[dynamic-power]

The Happiness We Deserve

Chapter 4

Read it here on ao3

Rated E

Words: 2k (6.4k total)

No CW

Ian comes home

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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“I’m sorry,” was the first thing Jay said when Mickey answered the phone the next day. 

Mickey had been prepared to argue with him some more, so his rushed apology before Mickey could even say “hello” came as a bit of a shock. He wanted to say something, anything, but Jay barrelled on before he could. 

“I shouldn’t have said those things. I don’t know Ian, or what you two went through. I should have listened to you. I do wish you had told me all of this earlier, but I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did.”

“I’m sorry, too,” Mickey said, finally finding his voice. “I shouldn’t have hid the truth about Ian.”

“I understand why you did. I mean, I don’t understand , but I-”

“Yeah, I get what you mean.” Mickey put Jay onto speaker, laying himself out on his bed and setting his phone on his chest. “It’s just hard. Talking about him. Because he was there through a lot of the shit.”

“He helped you through it.”

“More than that,” Mickey said, dragging his hands over his face. “When I say he was there, I mean he was there . Like, in the fuckin’ room.” 

Mickey heard Jay inhale sharply, but he didn’t say anything. 

“When I got shot the first time, Ian was standing right next to me. The second time, he was our fuckin’ getaway driver. When I came out, he was part of the fight, throwing and taking punches with me. When my dad… When Terry brought Svetlana to the house, his fuckin’ gun was pointed at Ian. It’s not just that Ian was in my life when shit went down. This shit happened to him just as much as it happened to me. The shit that he went through…” Mickey paused, remembering Ian at his worst, the lows of depression and the highs of mania. “The shit he went through was my shit, too.”

“Oh.” Jay was quiet for another minute, but Mickey didn’t really know what to say, so he let the silence linger. “Mick,” Jay finally said, “fuck. I’m sorry. He’s… he’s kind of a big fuckin’ deal.”

Mickey scoffed, scratching at his chest absently, letting his fingers pause over Ian’s name inked into his chest. “Yeah, to me, he was. He was the closest thing to a best friend I ever had when I was growing up.”

“How do you feel about him coming back?”

“I don’t know,” Mickey said. Part of him wanted to leave it at that; the mess of feelings he was experiencing surrounding Ian were hard for him to try to sift through; let alone try to explain them to Jay. But he knew Jay deserved to know, deserved to understand before meeting Ian. “I mean, I do know,” he clarified, “but it’s just… it’s a lot. I’m a mess, Jay, I’m fucked up, and you’re going to get to see some of that, I think.”

“I’m here for you, querido, no matter how fucked up you think you are.” There was another pause, and Mickey could sense that Jay had something else he wanted to ask. When he finally posed the question, it was soft, cautious; like Mickey was a deer Jay was trying not to startle. “Do you still love him?”

Did Mickey still love Ian?

He thought about it for a minute, glad that Jay didn’t press him for an answer immediately. The truth was, Mickey did still love him. It was hard not to, with all they’d gone through together. He still felt a lot of intense emotions if he thought about Ian too much, and he was dreading the idea of having to parse through them all. 

But was Mickey still in love with him?

“I don’t know the guy anymore,” Mickey said, avoiding the question as best as he could. “We’ve been apart way longer than we were ever involved with each other. Fuck, we were kids the last time I saw him.”

“You still care about him, though.” It wasn’t an accusation, just a statement of fact. 

“Yeah.”

“Well, I look forward to meeting him tomorrow. If you’d still like me to be there?”

Relief washed through Mickey as his whole body relaxed into his mattress. “Yeah, Jay. Yeah, I’d still like you to be there.”

“Hi,” Jay said as he climbed out of his car in front of the Gallagher house Sunday night. “You look nice.” He paused, clearly hesitant. Mickey smiled at him and closed the distance between them, taking his hand. 

“Thanks. So do you.” He kissed Jay before tugging him up the stairs towards the house. “You ready for this?”

“I never feel ready for the chaos of this household,” Jay said as he eyed the front door warily. 

“You’ll get used to it.”

“You keep saying that, and I never do,” Jay replied with a laugh as Mickey knocked loudly on the door. 

“It’s open!” Lip hollered from somewhere inside. 

Mickey swung the door open. Chaos was the perfect word for the Gallagher house; with the four siblings, two spouses, the kids, and Mickey, there was never a dull moment. Mickey loved it. This was the kind of chaos that he chose to embrace, not the kind that was forced on him. He felt like family here, and had since the day Lip had invited him in five years ago. 

The noise of conversation and laughter greeted them first, followed soon by the sea of bodies trying to move around each other in the kitchen and living room. There were a few cheers of, “Uncle Mick!” that had Mickey grinning and looking around to spot his nieces and nephews. 

Instead, he spotted Ian, at the same time that Ian spotted him. 

Green eyes narrowed for a moment before Ian seemed to recognize him, and then Mickey found himself the target of a wide, contagious smile. “Mickey!”

Ian had been 18 the last time Mickey had seen him. He’d grown up. And fuck, he was just as attractive as Mickey thought he’d be. He seemed taller, Mickey realized as Ian strode across the room, with broad shoulders and muscled arms and flat stomach and wow. Mickey thought his heart was about to beat out of his chest as emotions, too many and too intense to name, fluttered through his chest.

Ian had his arms out and Mickey only realized what was happening a moment before he was wrapped up in Ian’s embrace. The hug was simultaneously foreign and familiar and Mickey couldn’t help but hug him back. 

“Holy shit,” Ian said, pulling away to hold Mickey at arm's length. “You look good, Mick.”

“Uh, thanks,” Mickey answered, not totally believing him. “You do, too.” He heard someone clear their throat to his right and turned to grin at his boyfriend. “Sorry. Uh, Jay, this is Ian Gallagher. Ian, this is my boyfriend, Jay Flores.”

Ian beamed at Jay, immediately letting go of Mickey to offer him a hand. “Good to meet you, man. Uh, Doug isn’t here- sorry, my boyfriend. He’s working tonight, so he’ll be here tomorrow. I can’t wait for you all to meet him.”

Mickey opened his mouth to say something- what, he wasn’t sure- when Ian’s attention was dragged away again and he left the pair behind. To Mickey’s relief, when he turned to Jay, he just looked amused. 

“I can see why you fell for him. Hot damn.”

Mickey laughed and swatted at Jay. “Fuck off. Come on, let’s find Carl.”

A few hours and a couple of drinks later, Mickey stepped out for a smoke, surprised to find Ian already sitting on the stairs. He closed the door with a little more force than necessary and let his feet fall heavily as he crossed the porch so Ian knew he was coming. When he sat, Ian smiled at him. 

“Lip says you’re some sort of fuckin’ superhero,” Mickey said, pulling his smokes out of his pocket. When he reached for his lighter, Ian waved him off and reached over to light Mickey’s cigarette for him. “Thanks.”

“Sure. Uh, not a superhero. Just a paramedic.”

“Same thing, right?”

Ian laughed, deep and light. Mickey had forgotten how wonderful that sound was. “No. Not quite. I do try my best. Every once in a while, we get lucky.”

“What does your boyfriend do?”

“Doug?” Ian asked, leaning back on his arms and stretching his legs out. “He’s, uh, a model?” He posed it more like a question than a statement.

Mickey scoffed. “I’m sure he’s attractive but you don’t have to exaggerate.”

“Nah, man, I’m serious,” Ian said, laughing again. He shifted closer to Mickey for a moment, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He unlocked it and flipped through a few photos before turning the screen towards Mickey. “He’s actually a model.”

A fucking underwear model looked back up at him from Ian’s phone. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He had brown hair that was cut short on the sides and styled artfully on top and fuck-me eyes that were so dark they were nearly black. High cheekbones, perfect nose, sharp jaw, six-pack abs. And christ, what a smile. It was the kind of smile that could charm a fucking nun into bed.

“Holy shit,” Mickey breathed out. “ That’s your boyfriend?”

“Hot, right?” Ian said, sounding as though he didn’t believe it himself. “He’s doing a shoot with Calvin Klein tonight.”

“How the fuck did you stumble your way into a relationship with a fuckin’ model?”

“Car crash,” Ian said, leaning back again and slipping his phone back into his pocket. “He got hit and my ambulance was the one who answered the call. He was fine, just a few scratches that I had to patch up, but he thought I was charming for some crazy reason and slipped me his number. Took me a few weeks to find the balls to text, but. Well. I did.”

“How long?” Mickey asked, mirroring Ian’s position against the stairs. 

“Six months. It’s good. Best relationship I’ve been in since- well. Since I left.” They were silent for a few moments before Ian turned his bright green gaze on Mickey. “How about you and Jay? He seems like a good guy.”

“He is. He’s not southside, obviously. He got turned around and wound up at the Alibi. Ended up sticking around for a few drinks at the bar, and then back at mine. He just kinda… never fuckin’ left after that.”

Ian chuckled. “That’s right, Carl mentioned you work for him.”

Mickey raised an eyebrow. “Is that what the fucker is saying?”

“Ah, I thought that sounded wrong. No way is Carl running the Alibi without someone helping him with the numbers.”

“That’s me, co-owner and numbers guy,” Mickey joked. 

“You know,” Ian said, voice suddenly going soft, “I wasn’t sure that I was going to see you while I was here. Figured you might lay low until I was gone again.”

“To be honest,” Mickey admitted, “I wasn’t sure I was going to see you, either.”

“What changed?”

“Lip offered to keep you away, and I realized how stupid that was. We’re grown ass adults, we can act like it, right?” Mickey turned and met Ian’s eyes. His gaze was intense, magnetic. Mickey couldn’t look away; he didn’t want to. 

“Right,” Ian said. “Grown ass adults.” 

He turned away again, but Mickey kept looking, taking in his profile. The sharpness of his jaw, the stubble that grew there, his full lips, the pale column of his neck. 

“You know, I’ve got a life back in New York. A boyfriend, an apartment, a fuckin’ cat. It’s good.”

Mickey hummed. He was genuinely happy for him. He didn’t feel any of the sour feelings he’d expected; no regret, no jealousy, no animosity. No love beyond the friendly feelings he had towards all of the Gallaghers. Just honest happiness to be sitting out here with Ian. 

Ian turned to him again, a warm smile crossing his lips as he bumped his knee against Mickey’s. Something warm curled in the pit of Mickey’s belly and he ignored it. “But,” Ian continued, so softly that Mickey had to lean closer to hear him, “it’s really fuckin’ good to be back here, Mick.”

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Part 5

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Previous Parts: 1. Car   2. House   3. Group Home

4. After everything, he got to go home again.  Home to his house, to his family and all of their problems—paying bills, putting food on the table, and keeping the kids out of trouble.  He fell back into his old routine, along with everyone else, and everything was just like it was before.

But none of it felt right anymore.  He’d had a taste of something else, something more, and his life no longer fit within the same walls.  The sound of happy chatter around the table, the echo of children’s cartoons through the living room—it happened around him, but he wasn’t part of it.  It made him think of pizza rolls and beer and snorted laughter, of body heat and sly glances from the side.  And every time a door opened, or someone spoke to his back, he—

Monica would have understood, he thought.  She must have felt that way too, every time she came back.  Back to people and places that didn’t match what she’d left behind.

And he tried, he really did.  Tried like she must have tried, all those times.  To put his own thoughts aside, to be part of the whole again.  To be part of what made the house home.

He couldn’t.

So he left.

“Name?” they asked him when he got on the bus, nothing but a bag of old clothes on his shoulder.

“Phillip Gallagher,” he answered, and decided he was.  

He wasn’t Ian anymore.  Ian was young, and hopeful, and naive.  Ian was a child sleeping in the back of a car, a boy sharing a room with his brothers.  A man convinced that everything he needed lay in the heart of someone who couldn’t ask him to stay.

Ian never left.  He just became someone new.

New worked, for a while.  New kept him going, kept him in check.  The barracks weren’t home, but he didn’t need one—home hadn’t been enough anyway.

The work was enough.  The grueling slog of wake, train, sleep.  Following orders without question, like he was used to, like he always had before the day he—

Before the day he didn’t.

It felt good, to be good again.  He aced his physicals, scored high on marksmanship.  Was too tired to remember why he excelled; too tired to think of obstacle courses on rooftops, or shooting guns under the L, or running from the cops just to keep an eye on someone who had to.

And he didn’t mind the other rules, either.  Rules that grated on him not long ago, in a different world.  Rules like staying quiet, like staying put.  It didn’t matter when they told him he couldn’t leave, because he didn’t have anywhere else to go.

And he was doing well, he was.  His bunk was starting to feel like his, worn to the shape of his tired bones.  The voices of the other soldiers grew familiar, the cadence of their snores a staple of his nights.  

Most nights, at least, when the others weren’t up late whispering.  They did that a lot, it seemed.  Sharing news from outside, details of lives they left behind.  They hadn’t left themselves behind the way he had.

“Got a letter from my little sister,” Joey Burns said one night.  “She got into Harvard.”

“My girlfriend left a message with the sergeant,” Conner Williams shared the next.  “Her dad ain’t got long left.”

“You hear about the ruckus down in the city?” Jerry Goodman asked in the early hours.  “Big drug ring got busted, bet the cops get a big head about it now.”

“Any of you talkin’ for a reason?” Ian cut in sharply.  “Because I’m here to train, not to listen to your gossip.”

They grumbled, but they shut up.  Stopped talking where he could hear them.  Eyed him warily in the mess, during drills, but left him alone.

He’d thought he was good at being alone, by then, but apparently he wasn’t.

Being alone gave him too much time, too much freedom.  Too many sleepless nights staring at the ceiling, plain and unmarred, unable to shut up his own mind in the absence of mindless chatter.

He made it a week longer.  Almost two.  Ignored the overeager recruit that almost bombed his whole squad by accident, and the way his singed eyebrows looked oddly familiar.  Ignored the know-it-all private with the curly hair that almost got himself discharged for talking back, and the way he somehow knew that a middle finger was raised discreetly behind the private’s back.  Ignored the overly familiar woman at the mess, and the kids there to visit their medal-bedecked dad.

It was fine.  He was fine.  

Then he stumbled across two boys his age on their way back from the armory, cheeks rosy, uniforms wrinkled.

“Damn,” one of them said with a self-satisfied smirk.  “We gotta get extra duties more often.”

“Shit,” the other one hissed, seeing Ian, nothing but fear in his face.  “Hey, it’s not what you—”

Ian walked away.

The next day he stole a helicopter, and tried to fly it home.

#not super fond of this one but I have to go to bed so #have it anyway! #daily speedwrite #fanfic #ian gallagher #minor angst #home #eventual gallavich #julnowrimo

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Did forces ruin tails?

No. Sonic Free Riders was the start. That game was so bad that it ended the Riders series and is where the personalities of characters began to change. Colors and Generations wasn't really bad for Tails (more so a negative for Sonic & others like Knuckles). Those games just made it seem like only Sonic could handle threats while his friends could do nothing but stand around and root for him despite them all having their own unique skills and abilities.

Sonic Lost World is where they COMPLETELY changed Tails from being the humble sidekick who became confident in his own abilities into a cocky rude know-it-all who gets extremely jealous for no reason. As a YouTuber (Characters In-Depth) once said, they made Team Heroes have the personalities of Team Babylon; the team that were negative parallels to the 3 heroes.

If Sonic was cool with an attitude, Jet was arrogant and hotheaded.

If Tails was smart yet humble, Wave was the rude know-it-all.

If Knuckles was the simple and chill guy with a temper, then Storm was the birdbrain with a chip on his shoulder.

And how do Sonic and his friends behave when sritten by the 2010 writers? Like the Babylon Rogues.

So, imo, Lost World ruined Tails. But, Forces was the nail in the coffin. Pontac & Graff changed Tails'personality every game until it just wasnt him anymore. In Colors & Generations, Tails was decent but treated as some sort of background character in a game written like a bad kids cartoon. In Lost World, Tails had an abrubt personality shift that is nothing like who he was shown to be for over 20 years. Then, in Forces, Tails had yet another abrupt personality shift in the complete opposite direction from Lost World. With those writers gone, we are just now getting back to normal character depictions with Ian Flynn's writing in Sonic Frontiers (although Sonic Team mostly made the story and his job was to make the characters feel like themselves again). Frontiers was a course correction game. Hopefully Sonic Team continues this course & make fun games with great character interractions & compelling stories like they did before the 2010's.

Sidenote; Frontiers will be having other playable characters next year. Hopefully its not just cyber space levels and the gameplay for other characters is fun. If it looks fun, then I'll buy the game so I can finally play as Tails in a main Sonic game after 17 very long years. Sonic Team is moving in the right direction. And giving us multiple playable characters is definitely a very good move. Can't wait to see how other character play after only having Sonic playable in 3D games for all these years (Shadow was playable in "Episode Shadow" of Sonic Forces, but that was just reskinned Sonic with skating animation).

#anon #ask #Sonic The Hedgehog #Miles Prower #Tails #Miles Tails Prower #Sonic Frontiers #Sonic Forces