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lizzaneia-elizalde · 29 days

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Another yandere set 2 ask, from yours truly! This is another one inspired by the yandere set 1 asks regarding fatherhood…

How would each of the yanderes’ react/behave during their darling’s labor and post-labor?

I wanna know who’s panicking, composed, excited, etc.

Sorry I got baby fever right now…

Yandere men and their darling in labor and post-labor

Assuming the reader this time is AFAB, or is in an A/B/O situation! By the way, i'm so sorry if i'm moving so slow with the requests! I've been busy lately so i'm trying my best to write.

"Why don't you just close the requests?" True, but some people use the ask box to talk and chat to me without compromising their anonymity. So, I hope you can be patient! I don't really like rejecting asks, so I probably will answer all of them. I know, I can reject them or not answer. I'm working on it lol. Especially that there's a lot of asks like these, which includes all the yandere OCs in a set... It's a bit exhausting. I kind of regret it, but hey, we're here already lol.

I added a section of... You'll know if you read HAHA

YAN! DELINQUENT

Liam will definitely panic. He's sweaty, he's smiling, he's about to blow off his top from the way the nurses were so nonchalant with your labor (It's normal). Can't they see you're about to die (You're contracting)?! Oh god, you can't voice out your pain without you talking (The midwives are not dumb enough to not read body language)! He will swear up and down that no more babies. NO MORE! It's already painful enough seeing you get swarmed by other people, let alone touch you.

Post labor Liam will be calm, fussy, and overprotective. Well, more overprotective than usual. He has a 70/30 chance of fainting, and will praise the gods if you delivered safely.

But, if you died... He will let out a gut wrenching cry by the foot of your bed. The baby won't even be noticed by him as he clenches his chest, sobbing and heaving his heart out. It will take more than days to calm him down, and have the heart to take care of your child. He will love the child, since he knows the child is innocent. But a big, gaping you-shaped hole in his heart is carved painfully in place.

YAN! BULLY

Uno will be the quiet panic-type. He sure is calm... On the inside. He's about to scream and rip the heads off of everyone who's touching you even a smidge wrong. NO MALE HANDS! NEVER! He's never been like this, ever. Even in your wedding, pregnancy, he never panicked. So why now? He's biting his cheeks to the point it bled, and you swore every single nurse and midwife in the delivery ward were yelled at by Uno.

Post-delivery Uno will calm down and act like nothing happened. "See? I know you can do it, nerd." Yeah sure. As if you can't see the blood stained teeth from him biting his cheeks. For the first time, he'll cherish a person other than you. He's so soft that it's new to you too.

If you died, Uno will turn the whole hospital up and down. He'll ruin everything, blame the midwives and nurses for not taking care of you enough, the hospital for lacking the resources to make a safe delivery.... And unfortunately, your child for killing you off. I'm gonna be honest, Uno will be the type to blame the child for your death. So, be healthy, darling!

YAN! NSFW ASMRTIST

Rose would be composed. He knew you were gonna be fine. Of course, nervousness will still be there, but he had enough trust in this hospital that he hopes you and your baby will be fine. That, and all of those breeding roleplays was his fault so he had to be composed since he brought it upon himself.

Post-delivery Rose would be relieved. He's right. And the cute little bugger is so small. He fits just by 3/4's of his arm. Wait, why is the baby so small? Are they really this small? But you were eating quite a lot... He's also a big guy, so the genes..? Is it from you? Or just recessive? He will have many questions. All those pregnancy asmr roleplays didn't really help.

If you died, Rose would feel like the whole world collapsed on his feet. What do you mean you died? He swears you would be okay. That you will be alive and well. He suddenly feels an immense guilt eating him up. Should he have panicked more? Should he have ensured the personnel that you're going to be alright? He sinks to his knees, weeping. He will swear on your body to take care of the baby well.

YAN! ISEKAI'ED ADVENTURER

Aeron is definitely skeptical. Sure, this world has magic, but it doesn't have the technological advancement of the modern world. It's also a world where he can't be with you in the delivery room. So all he could do is pace around the hall as he hears your cries of pain. He'll also cry with you if the delivery was too long for both of your likings.

Post-delivery Aeron will burst through the door and will go to you first. "Are you fine? Do you feel lethargic? Do you feel weak?!" The nurses have to pull him off of you so you can have the baby latch on you. He'll pout, but grips his arm as he watches you and the baby with a fond smile.

If you died... Aeron will regret everything. He knew he should have found a way back to the modern world. Maybe you could have delivered safely. He shouldn't have had a baby with you. A demon king's child will be too much on a mage's body, with all of those mana mixing. The whole hospital will be engulfed in demonic power as he suffocated everyone except his kid. He'll disappear with the child, forever retreating to the Demon realm to raise the kid alone.

YAN! PLAYER

Amor would be excited. He never thought he'll finally get a kid of his own after years and his past life. His parents spoiled him a lot, his guardian angels (gods) spoil him too. And this kid? A product of you and him?! Gods above! That's like, such a blessing! He'll be persistent in asking the nurses and midwives if the kid is there, if you're alright... OH god are you okay? All of these other people touching you... He feels the bile rising up to his mouth. But he knew these people are just doing their job, and then--

Post delivery Amor would be all over you. He'll kiss your face, your lips, your forehead, immediately buy you food you cannot have, and spoil you rotten as you recover. And his kid? Oh his kid is so cute! Look at them. So pretty and small... Is that his nose? Oh they got your eyes! His hair color and your hair texture... Oh they're the perfect mix!

This is one of the rare times were you are guaranteed on not dying... In the backstage, Amor shook the gods on putting so many blessings on your body to make sure your delivery will be safe and easy. That the child will be healthy. So, no deaths at all.

YAN! PARASITE

Acheron will be overly cautious one. He will have you deliver in your home, in his lab, where he transformed it to a delivery ward. He trained in birthing too, so he's as good as professional midwives too. He will be there for you, ensuring that the pregnancy will end well. Because honestly, technically speaking, this child is from this body of his and yours. Not your original body. So he's a bit conflicted.

Post-delivery Acheron is smug. He knew he could handle the delivery well. The baby is healthy, and he's planning on how to make the kid a parasite too. Which can earn your ire or approval, depending on what you want. But now, he's content, and actually loved this little kid, despite knowing the biological composition of the kid.

If you "died", Acheron will be filled with regret too. He wasn't skilled enough. He should've listened and admitted you to a hospital. He'll have to extract the parasite from your body and dump the body, and then find another body for you to inhabit. He'll have to nurse your parasite form to healthy levels first before letting you wriggle into a body. He will be a bit cold to the child though, but a bit more time with him will calm him down.

YAN! EMPEROR

Callisto will only have the best midwives. He'll be overbearing, making sure you WILL be alright. He will, for the first time, be religious and pass by the church to pray that your delivery will be safe. He will force himself in the delivery room. No matter what anyone says. He's the nervous type, biting his nail and barking orders if something even went wrong just a bit.

Post-delivery Callisto will be proud. He's not the type to freak out, he'll just feel the calm washing over him as he showers you with kisses, saying "you did so well", "thank you so much", "Take your time recovering", etc. The baby, he's more or less concerned since he knew the baby will be fine.

If you died though, he'll storm out of the palace, then to the church, and blasphemize the whole place. If he's the chosen one, then why did you die? Why did the love of his life slip past him? After hours of desecrating the church, he will be hell bent on revenge, making the church the enemy. His kid will be not loved, unfortunately. He will neglect them, only providing the bare minimum. Don't get him wrong, the kid will be the heir, but they have to prove himself.

YAN! COLLEGE STUDENT

Alpheus would be the type to be suddenly so overwhelmed with worry. Since he's never been one to feel, the sudden feeling of panic, dread, and worry settled in his stomach. He would probably lay down on the hospital floor, clutching his belly as he rocks back and forth. The nurses and midwives would have to fuss over him before you to the point that you're getting annoyed. He will have to be separated from you, or else he'll probably goes to shock when he hears your pained cries.

When you're done, he goes to your side, crawls beside you, and becomes a clingy mess. He'll apologize, kiss and nuzzle you. He can't believe he subjected you to such a painful ordeal. One child. Just one is enough. He can't have you (and himself) be in this situation again. But the baby is worth it.

When you die, Alpheus will for the first time, cry from grief. It's his first time experiencing something like this, that it overwhelms him. He CANNOT father your child. Unless some divine intervention happens and he'll be fine again. The child will go to his parents, and they'll hope that he'll recover, for the baby's sake and yours up in heaven.

YAN! DEEP SEA CREATURE

Viper's not a worrywart. Since you can't exactly go to the civilization to deliver your eggs safely in time, he would have to let you birth on what's akin to a nest. He'll be there with you, his hands all over your body as he whispers encouraging words to your ears. use his tail as a pillow, who cares. As long as you're comfortable and safe, everything will be fine.

Post-delivery will have Viper give one of his rare smiles. He massages you gently, telling you that you did great, feeding you food, and then fixing the clutch of eggs you birthed. He will have you asleep in no time to rest your weary body as he fusses over the eggs and making sure none of them are wrong.

If you actually died during the birthing process, there will be only two outcomes. If you came to him willingly and you weren't forced to love him, he would take care of the eggs diligently, not wanting to waste your life. If you didn't, let's just say a little cannibalism goes a long way with eggs. Viperfish caviar, anyone?

YAN! HUNTER

Orion will panic throughout your pregnancy. He really thought that he's gonna be the laidback type, knowing you'll be fine and whatnot. But noooo. Now he's here, pacing back and forth in the delivery room as he watches your face wince and cry from the pain. Oh, he almost can't take it anymore. He's begging you to get an epidural. He's really doing it. If you refused, he would shut up and look at you like a puppy kicked. But who cares about him rn? You're giving birth!

Post-delivery Orion will have him faint lol. He'll already wake up when you are cleaned up with the baby also cleaned up. He'll zoom past the nurses and midwives then go to you, where you held the baby up to your breasts to feed. He'll feel a much more overwhelming love in his heart, and he cries his heart out. If it's a clutch of eggs, he'll be starry eyed as he watched the eggs float in an egg incubator, eyes filled with adoration and gratefulness to you.

If you died, he'll be more or less in denial. No way, right? No way you just died like that after giving birth to your precious child/children. You just left them like that? You're so heartless. But deep down, he knew it wasn't your fault. And he goes home that day, eyes hollow, but filled with grief and love for your baby/ies.

YAN! KING

Soma would be pissy. Nobody should talk to him, or he'll blow his top off to them. You were giving birth! Can nobody understand that?! This is a crucial time that it needs his 101%, no, infinity percentage of his attention if that makes sense. He'll also break the rules and be inside the delivery room, letting you hold his hand and even break it. May it be from the pain or from you wanting to exact revenge. Who cares? He'll let you break it if it meant your comfort.

post-delivery Soma would be a lot calmer, and he'll immediately order the people to make you more comfortable, and treat you to make your recovery as fast as possible. Your kid will be given the best amenities, and made sure to have the best upbringing. Hell, he'll have the kid enrolled already and they only got birthed lol.

If you died, he'll be in a stormy mix of emotions. First, grief, second, denial, third, anger, and fourth, relief. Soma knew that what he did to you was wrong and not normal. He doesn't regret it at all. But now that you died when he himself did this to you... As he carries your baby in his arms, he somehow felt relief that you're gone from his clutches, and probably off to somewhere safer than by his side. He will take care of the baby, and he will slowly turn to normal.

YAN! GOD

Technically speaking, Liviticus can just spawn a kid. With the right genetic mix, etc. So it's up to you if you want to go with the nuances of pregnancy. He will be calm. Like, calm calm. It's almost unnerving how he smiles and leads you to an almost fantasy like ward (a forest) laid you down on the delivery bed (a comfortable circle mattress by the foot of a gigantic tree trunk) with helpers in tow (fantastical beasts), and guides you to a safe delivery. You weren't in pain, just a dull ache in your system as you push your child.

Post-delivery Liviticus will have him shower you with the most dazzling display of flowers and sprites dancing around you. The whole forest, and somehow the whole world feeling festive as they made this day a celebration, getting a divine message that the God's child is born. Everyone is ecstatic as they gave thanks to you, and worship you, and give blessings to you.

Again, unlikely to die. Considering your mortal body is dead, and now you're a goddess/god, you cannot die no matter what.

YAN! PROSECUTOR

Yuta was a nervous soon to be father, but he's more or less calm. He's following procedures to a tee, almost robot like. But in reality, he's on autopilot. He already panicked enough internally that he's robotic in your delivery day. You're already worried enough, why would he burden you with his whims and wiles too? He can't afford you getting your mind off of the baby at all. So, he's acting all calm and collected as he held your hand, wishing for everything to be over.

Post-birth Yuta will have him finally break down. At first, all of the personnel around him and you will be shocked as he slumps down to his knees. He doesn't even know why too. Until the tears fell, one by one and he's sobbing from relief. He'll thank you a thousand times, prostrate in front of you, and be spoiling you once you're good to eat. He's truly grateful.

If you die, Yuta will also fall to his knees and sob, but this time from grief as he lost his trusty partner, his true love. Why did he kill all of those people for? Just for you to die? He misses you a lot. He wants to hold you, kiss you again... But all for naught. Mysteriously, the people who helped you give birth died in random patterns. He'll also include others to put the suspicion off of him. But who cares right now? As he cradles your baby and watches the whole midwifery section burn and ensure that no mother dies from giving birth, he sighs, and wishes you were there with him.

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thebearer · 8 months

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Im here for baby boy 3 being ronan. I can just imagine the moment you suggest the name to him after giving birth and he just stares at you with tears and a wobbly lip cause he thinks so little of himself. And you reassure him he’s a good person and you’d love if Ronan turned out to be as strong, caring and loving as lip.

Omg and calling him mac-a-roanie for funsies 🥲

lip wouldn't want him named that at all bc he doesn't want him (or any of the kids) named after him. "don't want them to turn out like me." he'd grumble.

"i think you turned out pretty nice, gallagher." you hum.

with freddie, lip picks the name, and jude, you both agree on it. but with baby boy number three, you get to choose and you're set on ronan. lip tries to half fight you on it, insisting that it's not a good name, at least name him after ian or carl or liam instead. but you want ronan.

lip is so emotional when he's holding the newborn, looking at what he thinks is his last baby. the nurse asks you what you want the name, and you tell her. ronan.

lip is trying not to breakdown at the name, all the emotions, but they're just so overwhelming. you spend the rest of the time, huddled in the small hospital bed whispering at each other, cooing at baby ronan until mickey and ian bring in your other boys to see him.

"what's his name?" ian asks, holding the small bundle in his arms.

"ronan." lip croaks, lips pressed together to stop his emotions.

ian grins. "'s a good name."

also maca-roanie makes me want to sob. i feel like ronan is so spoiled bc he's supposed to be your baby (before amelia) and he's so calm and sweet. all your boys are, but you're emotional that he's your last so you just are extra sweet... until you're pregnant again like ten months later lol

#thebearer #bearblahs #dad!lip gallagher x mom!reader #dad!lip gallagher #lip gallagher #freddie gallagher #lip gallagher blurb #lip gallagher fluff #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x fem!reader #lip gallagher x female reader #shameless #shamless us #shameless fluff #jude ian gallagher #ian gallagher #ronan carl gallagher

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ao719 · 2 years

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The Pact (Part 1)

This is a submission for @choicesflashfics, using prompt #3: “Bold of you to assume I would say yes to something like that.”

A/N: I saw this thing on insta the other day, which sparked this entire dumb idea that wouldn’t leave, and here we are, lol. Thank you to @burnsoslow for prereading (and chopping)! Please excuse any errors.

Pairing: Liam x OC

Warnings: None but some mild language and innuendos.

Word Count: 2498

Sitting at the bar, Liam casually nursed a scotch with his eyes locked on the petite brunette, who was shamelessly flirting with a handsome stranger beside her. He had seen the man approach her a while ago, asking to buy her a drink, to which she obliged.

He’d now bought her three.

Liam scoffed as he watched the two of them. He already knew exactly how her night was going to end if this continued.

He could tell by the way she threw her head back in a laugh at something the man said.

How her cheeks flushed when he whispered something in her ear.

How she looked up at him through her lashes, giving him a look that Liam had come to know all too well, smiling as her lips wrapped around her cocktail straw.

This woman had become the bane of Liam’s very existence.

•Six Months Earlier•

Liam, Drake, Maxwell, and Rashad took a guys’ trip to the royal family’s private island for Liam’s 21st birthday. They’d been there plenty of times before but had never ventured off to scope out the surrounding islands.

They took a boat to one of the mainlands their first night there, and ambled into a bar.

“This looks like a good spot,” Drake said as they headed to get some drinks.

Signaling for the bartender, they ordered a round of beers. As they waited, the sound of laughter pulled their attention, and they glanced over to see four women; they all turned their attention to them immediately.

“Damn,” Rashad chuckled.

“I think I love this island,” Drake said, eyeing a butterscotch blonde amongst the group.

Maxwell grabbed his beer. “Let’s go say hi.”

Three of the women introduced themselves: Lea, Maia, and Korinna. Liam’s eyes fell on the nameless petite brunette in a strappy black dress. She wore a brilliant smile, and when their friends got to her, he could hear the gentle lilt in her voice when she said her name. Aria. Liam felt an instant attraction to her … she was beautiful.

Then she opened her mouth.

When Drake took it upon himself to try and introduce Liam, who was too preoccupied staring at her to do it himself, that brilliant smile she wore fell. “I know who he is,” Aria bit out.

“Oh, well, shit,” Rashad laughed in surprise, hearing the disdain in her voice.

“Well, you must not because you certainly wouldn’t have that reaction if you did,” Liam quipped with a good-natured grin.

Aria rolled her eyes, turning away from him.

*******

It was the guys’ second to last night before heading back to Cordonia. They had spent the entire trip so far with that group of women they met at the bar the first night because everyone had hit it off so well.

Everyone except Liam and Aria.

Liam didn’t know why, but Aria couldn’t seem to stand him. At first, he thought it might be because he learned that her aunt and uncle were the couple in charge of managing the royal family’s private villa, but he and his family had always had a good relationship with Javier and Mariana. He was at a loss.

When she wasn’t ignoring him entirely, Aria was hurling snarky remarks in Liam’s direction, rolling her eyes, and huffing with annoyance at his mere presence. She was starting to piss him off.

The group sat around a bonfire on the beach outside of the villa on the private island. Lea was perched on Drake’s lap, locked in a heated kiss. Rashad and Maia stood from their seats and ran down toward the water, disappearing into the shadows. Maxwell and Korinna stared at their phones, laughing over photos they had taken together earlier.

Liam and Aria sat across from one another, glaring at each other through the flickering flames of fire.

Aria stood from her seat. “I’m going to get a refill. Anyone need anything?”

Drake and Lea waved her off while Maxwell and Korinna shook their heads no. “I’ll take another beer,” Liam said.

“No one? Ok.” Aria walked away from the fire toward the villa.

Liam tensed his jaw before rising from his chair, following her up the walkway. When she stepped through the open terrace door, he trailed in behind her a moment later. “Ok, seriously, what the hell is your problem?”

Aria whirled around, narrowing her gaze. “What?”

“You don’t even know me and you’ve treated me like shit with your snarky comments and attitude!” Without answering, Aria rolled her eyes and turned away from him. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Because I don’t like you!” Aria said as she turned to him.

“Again, you don’t even know me!”

“It’s not just you! It’s your whole family!”

Liam’s eyes widened. “My fam — what?”

Aria went into a rant, explaining how Liam’s grandfather took the private island they were now on from the people of Arsaros, forcing them to abandon their homes. Those people included her grandparents and her father when he was a young boy.

“That has nothing to do with me,” Liam said when she finished as he stepped in front of her. “You can’t hate me for that.”

“Yes, I can,” Aria stated matter of factly.

“Well, it’s stupid and childish.”

“No, it’s not.”

Liam narrowed his eyes as he leaned closer to her. “Yes, it is.”

Neither was sure who moved first, but in the next moment, his lips were on hers.

Aria’s hand curled around his neck as he backed her against the wall, kissing her roughly. When she raised her leg, Liam instinctively reached down, lifting her and pinning her body with his, drawing a moan from her. He turned a moment later, not breaking the kiss, and carried her toward his bedroom.

****

Twenty minutes later, Liam and Aria stared up at the ceiling, both trying to catch their breath, both wondering what the hell just happened. Liam had no regrets, however. It was good. Really good. And he finally shut her up.

Not for long.

Aria stood from his bed and gathered her clothes, quickly slipping them back on. “Rushing out so soon?” Liam quipped. “Afraid your friends might wonder where you are and what you just did?”

“Shut up.” Liam lifted his head with a laugh as Aria pulled her shirt on; she looked at him as she slid her flip-flops back on. “I still hate you.” With that, she turned and exited his room, and Liam flopped back on his bed with a sigh.

They hooked up again the next night.

Things had definitely changed in the six months since that trip. The eight of them, whether in Delphios or Cordonia, were always together.

Drake and Lea had officially become a couple. Rashad and Maia were somewhere in between a fling and a thing. And Maxwell and Korinna had become the best of friends who sometimes had benefits.

As for Liam and Aria … they were dragged — not against their will as they liked to play off — along. Whenever around one another, they were constantly bickering, slinging mild yet innocent offenses quietly in one another’s direction. She was witty, snarky, and took shots at him and his ego any chance that she got. She didn’t put up with his bullshit, but he didn’t put up with hers either. He was sure to dish everything she gave him right back out and held no qualms about doing so.

And they’d hooked up several more times since that first night, typically after a round of bickering that somehow led to them finally shutting each other up in other ways.

There was something about Aria that Liam couldn’t quite explain; something about the little game they were playing that drew him in. Perhaps it was the chase — or being the one who was chased, depending on the role they were in each visit; there was a constant push and pull from both of them. Maybe it was the way she could have him simultaneously irritated and turned on all in one beat. Or maybe it was the way she saw him as just Liam, not giving enough of a damn about his title to stop her from locking horns with him at every turn. He couldn’t figure it out.

Nonetheless, whether good or bad, Aria Kastellanos drove Liam fucking crazy.

Liam continued to watch Aria flirt with the man. They’d had a few casual hookups and spent more time bickering than anything else. So he knew he had no rhyme, reason, or right to feel any kind of way about watching her with someone else … but he did.

Suddenly, Aria turned her head in his direction. He couldn’t tell if she was glaring or staring, but either way, she knew he was watching. And then she smirked before looking back at the stranger beside her, gently touching his arm.

That little shit is doing it on purpose. Liam subtly nodded; it seemed to be just another one of their games. Two can play.

****

Aria stared up at the tall, attractive man beside her as she sipped her drink. Jason was a forensic accountant and had spent the last hour telling her, in every last agonizing detail, all the very specifics of his job. On any other night, she would have sent him on his way already. But she was well aware that a certain prince had been watching her like a hawk since Jason first approached her and asked to buy her a drink. So she was playing it off as though she may be interested … because why not?

Getting a rise out of Liam had become Aria’s favorite pastime, just as getting under her skin had become his. She wasn’t his biggest fan when they first met six months ago.

As much as it pained her to say … that was no longer the case.

There was something about Liam that she couldn’t explain. He was infuriating yet … sexy. She wanted to strangle and kiss him at the same time; he would never know the latter. And she wasn’t supposed to feel anything for him. He was a Rys after all, a member of a family she had grown up despising from the stories she had been told.

The truth was, he wasn’t half bad. He was nothing like she imagined he would be and neither was his family, who she had met a couple of times.

Again, he would never know that.

Aria slid her eyes from the man over to Liam, then turned her whole head. Instead of seeing him watching her, his attention was now on a busty blonde. He was leaning up against the table top, flashing that charming smile of his as the woman giggled.

And Aria felt her blood slowly start to simmer.

No, she had no right — or reason — to feel any kind of way. She couldn’t stand Liam, so this shouldn’t bother her at all because it meant he was leaving her alone … but it did.

Aria turned her attention back to her drink. What a pig.

****

After spending the remainder of the night slinging scowls in one another’s direction, Liam and Aria both sent the other people they were talking to on their way, alone, when their friends were ready to call it a night.

They stepped out of the bar first, both tipsy, waiting for the others. Both their arms were crossed over their chests with an ample amount of space between them. Liam’s eyes shifted to her, and he scoffed. “You seemed to enjoy yourself tonight.”

Aria snapped her gaze to him. “I did. What’s it to you?”

“It’s nothing to me,” Liam bit back.

“I see you decided not to take your new friend home,” Aria said.

With a slight smirk, Liam looked away from her; he could hear the tiny hint of sarcasm in her tone. “Was someone jealous?”

“Please,” Aria scoffed. “Why the hell would I be jealous?”

“Good question. Maybe because you wanted me to take you home instead.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Aria spat.

Liam rolled his eyes, ticking his jaw. “You’re the one who was flirting with someone else first,” he grumbled under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

Their friends stumbled out of the bar, calling for them as they turned and headed down the sidewalk to make their way back to the marina. The guys stayed at the Grande Peliene Hotel during their visits; they could stay on the private island, but Aria wasn’t a fan of boats. She insisted that staying at the hotel was unnecessary, but her friends — and unbeknownst to her, Liam, once he heard why she didn’t like them — figured it was easier on her than having to travel to the island.

As the two fell behind the others, Liam glanced down at her. “You’re never going to settle down with someone.”

Aria looked up at him, matching his scowl. “Where the hell did that come from? And like you have any room to throw out a statement like that.”

Liam began ticking off a list. “You’re afraid of commitment. You expect way too much. Your standards are much too high—”

“Well, obviously not that high,” Aria quipped, gesturing toward him in reference to their hookups.

“It’s cute of you to try and act like I’m not the best you’ve ever had,” Liam smirked.

“You’re such an arrogant ass,” Aria narrowed her eyes. “Again, don’t flatter yourself. And me settling down is none of your damn business.”

“We could always make a playful wager. I’d find someone to settle down with before you did.”

Aria’s jaw ticked. “Bold of you to assume I would say yes to something like that. I’m only 21. I don’t have to settle down.”

“You wouldn’t say yes because you’d lose,” Liam smirked. “I don’t have a choice of whether or not to eventually settle down. I have to have a Social Season when I’m 25 … where I choose someone to settle down with.”

Aria looked up at him, masking her surprise with a look of indifference. “Oh, so you were trying to cheat,” she chided. “Sounds about right. And if that’s the case, shouldn’t you be looking for a pompous princess with a stick up her ass to stroke your ego instead of scoping out women in a bar? Because I promise you’re not gonna find Cinderella in there, princey.”

Liam turned, walking backward in front of her with a drunken grin. “Instead of a wager, we could make it even more interesting …” Aria furrowed her brows in question. “Let’s say … if at 25, if we’re both single … I’ll skip my season and you and I will get married. Settle down with each other.”

A bark of laughter exploded out of Aria. “That’s the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” She stared up at Liam, who was smirking with his brow arched in a challenge and his hand extended, not once taking his eyes off of her. She gripped his hand and shook it. “Deal.”

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This is an au to my Hopeless Hearts series.

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Following choicesfandomappreciation's idea, I'm asking: ✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit). Because I think they could use some love :)

Hey, anon! Thank you so much for directing this towards me, and special thanks to @choicesfandomappreciation for bringing support and encouragement to writers this week.

I have a lot of unfinished series and miniseries that I wish I could revisit. But there are a few fics that instantly come to mind that I don't necessarily want more credit for, but I would love to rework them and edit them into a better version of themselves to bring back.

Storm (OH)

This was one of my very first attempts at Open Heart fanfiction, and I discovered 2 things: I personally will never use my own name again (some do this, and that is absolutely fine! For me? I couldn't take it seriously lol), and I really enjoy writing medical dramas. Based on a true story, the fic was very messy, flashing-back all over the place, and... it was long with an ending that not many people understood

Summary Nurse Emily (so original) has a post-section patient who is rapidly declining, stumping the entire team; the OB has turned the case over to the hospitalist on-call who turns out to be *drumroll* Dr. Ethan Ramsey; but what you don't know is that Ethan and Emily had a night together, getting to know each other at a bar the previous night... now, they're working together.

The Stopover (TNA/TRR)

Ugh, I wish I kept this one up, but I was so young in the fandom, and so easily influenced. This was a crossover: TNA and TRR. This was right after Book 1 ended, and I was in love with Mr. Robin Flores, and the number one complaint I heard at that time about Robin was, "He looks like Bradshaw."

Summary Brynn (MC) marries Robin and during the reception, Robin finds out the truth: she hooked up with Sam. So, they're going on their honeymoon to Greece, not exactly talking to each other when all of a sudden, they have to make an emergency landing in this tiny Mediterranean country called Cordonia. Prior to this, the news had just broke that Bradshaw (who looks like Robin) was banished AND that the twins' mother is the nanny (Brynn couldn't understand the language, but nodded when she was accused of being "the nanny of the twins"... because she was). In a case of mistaken identity, Robin is seized and gets to meet none other than King Liam Rys... because that makes TOTAL sense. Sam has to come bail them out and acts like a total Dalton...

The Missionary's Daughter (TRR)

Okay, so actually... I might come back to this series someday on my own because I actually loved this story in my head. Talk about a grumpy sunshine story! And what I loved about this OC is in my head, she's curvy (FC Whitney Thompson. Also, a little tidbit: My MC for Open Heart's name was Margot Hughes (this was going to be part of her story)

Summary Drake just watched his best friend marry the love of his life, but she has a secret: she's pregnant with his baby. Hitting an all time low, he turns to drugs and alcohol... and then he meets Margot Hughes, a American missionary's daughter who has compassion on him. But when he starts to fall for her, some of his secrets begin to come to light. And when his world comes crashing down around him, even Drake can't protect her from his sins.

Thanks for the Ask! 🥰

#you asked #thank you!

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So Close Part 6 - Restless Nights

Book(s): The Royal Romance & Open Heart crossover (AU)

Pairings: Liam x Ella (MC); Ethan x MC

Characters belong to Pixelberry; Ella Brooks belongs to me.

Song inspiration: Lonely Days by Fiji & J Boog

Summary: Ella was stuck in between two men, Bryce and Ethan. When she had to make a choice, she ultimately chose Ethan … but he refused. Now what?

Catch up here - So Close masterlist

A/N: It’s been entirely too long since I’ve updated this story, I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA. I hope ya’ll forgive me.

Thank you @ao719 for encouraging me to finish writing all these stories, prereading and telling me to “quit hoarding all of them” LOL love youuuuu!

Warnings: angst (lots of it); mentioning of bodily injuries and blood; character death

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Ella felt the pounding headache first against her eyes. It hurt to even take a deep breath in and she winced at the stab of pain and began to cough.

“She’s awake!” Bryce.

“No shit, Sherlock!” Jackie. There was a smacking sound.

“Was that supposed to hurt?” Bryce.

“Stop it!” Ethan.

“Ella?” Sienna.

“Mmm?” Ella struggled to open her eyes, her vision was blurry and she forced herself to blink to clear it. “… happened?”

“You fainted, sweetie, do you remember that?” Sienna sat next to her on the hospital bed, a concerned look on her face.

Ella shook her head slowly.

Ethan had his arms crossed against his chest, a nervous look over his features. Bryce had his lips tucked between his teeth, tapping a finger against his mouth; a tell that he was also nervous. Ella couldn’t figure out why, but something was going on. Words just … were too hard right now. She looked from Ethan to Bryce and back again; Sienna understood. “Dr. Ramsey has something to tell you.” She stood from the bed and gestured for Ethan to take her place.

He let out a sigh and sat next to Ella. “I’m glad you’re awake,” he murmured. “How do you feel?”

“Headache,” she whispered. “But … tell me.”

Ethan nodded. “You hit your head and was asleep for a bit. You fainted because … you saw on the news that Liam” - he hesitated and cleared his throat - “There was an accident.”

Ella’s eyes widened as the memory started to flood back to her in waves.

King Liam Rys of Cordonia was reportedly on a plane home and left from the Boston airport.

She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly.

That plane was the target of an assassination attempt.

Ella’s heart rate started to slowly increase and the machine next to the bed began to alarm.

No news on whether King Liam has survived this heinous attack.

“Ella!” Sienna gasped and jumped forward. “Try to calm down, sweetie.”

“El,” Bryce’s gentle voice distracted her from the memories and she turned to look at him as he sat on the other side of her on the bed now. Ella’s eyes were swimming with unshed tears. “He’s on his way here, he’s alive as far as we know.”

Her eyes widened at Bryce’s statement. The young surgeon took her small hand in his and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles.

Earlier that day

An out of breath Dr. Ramsey carried Ella from the cafeteria to the ER. “I need a bed, now!” A nurse opened a door to an empty room and Ethan ran inside. “She fainted in the cafeteria and she needs a CT.”

“Are you thinking a PE or do you want a head CT?” The nurse typed the orders into the computer and pulled her work phone out to call radiology.

“No, just a head CT is fine,” Ethan scanned Ella’s body in a quick assessment and his eyes went back to her eyebrow that was crusted with blood. “She got some … surprising news. I don’t think she has an embolism.”

“Alright, Dr. Ramsey, we’ll wheel her over there. I’ll start an IV when we get to radiology. Fluids?”

“Yes, just NS at 75.”

A middle-aged man with wrinkled green hospital scrubs approached Ethan as Ella was wheeled from the room to radiology. “Ramsey, what’s going on?”

“Keifer,” the two men shook hands. “Dr. Brooks fainted in the cafeteria and I brought her down for scans.

“Oh,” Dr. Kiefer’s brows furrowed. “I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll look at them as soon as they're done.” The radiologist turned and followed Ella’s bed to look at her results.

“Ethan!”

He turned to see Naveen approach him. “There has been an accident, some King of Cordonia?”

Ethan nodded. “Let me guess, he’s on his way?”

“Yes, how did you-”

Ethan waved the question away with a sigh. “It’s just my luck, that’s all. What does he need?”

“I have all hands on deck for this as I’m not sure how serious the injuries are; he is royalty from another country,” Naveen’s brows furrowed. “Why are you here? You hate rounding in the ED.”

Ethan let out a breath. “Ella saw the news report, she … knows the king. She fainted in the cafeteria. I’ve got scans going right now.”

“I’m sorry, Ethan,” Naveen patted his friend’s shoulder. “Well, you stay put with Dr. Brooks, I’ll round up the bunch and have them do some work.”

Ethan nodded and went to sit inside the dark control room where Ella was getting her workup done. He watched her body, still and lifeless, on the table as they took pictures of her brain. For some reason, his mind flashed to their argument at his place and how she said she was done with him. His chest constricted at the memory, and he silently berated himself for his behavior that night. Something about Ella made him crazy; he would do anything and everything for her, protect her with his damn medical license if he could, and keep her from having to endure any issues with the medical board, but he still kept her at a distance. Not wanting to get hurt, not wanting to hurt her … but he did hurt her. And had her run to the arms of her ex-boyfriend that’s a fucking king. Ethan rubbed his temples and let out a frustrated sigh.

Bryce, Sienna, and Jackie all congregated in the front of the hospital where Dr. Banerji was to make an announcement.

“What do you think is going on?” Bryce asked as he tossed a few pieces of candy into his mouth.

“I don’t know,” Baz Mirani quipped as he stood next to the group, buzzing with excitement. “I heard that there’s some king that was part of an assassination attempt and he’s coming here.”

“Can you imagine?” Sienna said with wide eyes. “A king?”

Everyone heard someone clear their throat from the front of the stairs and turned to see Dr. Banerji standing with Dr. Emery and another physician that was head of trauma medicine, Dr. Albrey.

“All,” Dr. Banerji banged his cane against the stairs to get everyone’s attention. “I called this all-hands meeting because there was an airplane incident near our waters and the survivors are coming here. If you have no cases, you will be assigned one. We need all the help we can get. I need the Diagnostics Team up front after this please, everyone else, head to your departments for detailed instructions. I don’t have the details of the injuries as of yet but once I know, you will.”

The crows dispersed and the remainder of the Diagnostics Team filtered through and approached Dr. Banerji.

“I knew it was a plane crash!” Dr. Mirani whooped. “I am so ready!”

“Yes, well, unfortunately, the team is a bit short today,” Naveen adjusted his glasses. “I’ll assist until Dr. Ramsey can join you.”

“Where is Dr. Brooks?” Harper inquired.

“She had an accident and Dr. Ramsey is tending to her in the ED,” Naveen explained. “Let’s regroup in the office, we can call and see what the ETA is.”

500 miles off the coast of the North Atlantic Ocean

The ocean waves had taken the large emergency raft back towards Boston. Burning parts of the royal aircraft were floating alongside the raft while the sun was about to set; casting the ocean in an orange glow. It was a somber, tense, and quiet time; Bastien, Maxwell, and Liam were the only survivors. Rashad, the two stewardesses, and the two pilots did not survive the attack.

Bastien had a large gash across his leg and was bleeding from his shoulder. He had taken his shirt off and tied it around his injuries like a tourniquet. When he found Maxwell in the water, he was barely conscious and bleeding from both his arms. He pulled the tall, lanky man into the raft and tore his dress shirt off to wrap it around his lacerations to stop the bleeding. It took about 30 minutes for Bastien to find Liam, who was also barely conscious, but treading water. Once he pulled him onto the raft, Liam immediately passed out. The King of Cordonia had a head injury, the dried blood had dripped down his face to his neck. Bastien wrapped Liam’s head with his shirt; then looked up to the sky when he heard helicopters circling the crash site. He let out a small sigh of relief and began to wave his good arm in the air. They were safe … for now.

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We already discussed Tobias’s “dating tendencies” (I believe he was compared to Mark Sloan lol). But what about Ethan’s? Do you think he would, maybe not flirt, but notice women from EB on daily basics? It’s canon that all the nurses love him, but do you think he would notice them? Pursue them? Do you think he would use these crushes for his benefit or shut them down immediately?

And also, the whole “why would I spend time with the people I avoid when I’m payed to be around to” or whatever he said before the baseball game. Do you think he never spend any non-working time with anyone from EB? Besides Naveen and Harper of course.

I thought I had replied to this ask, but it's still in my ask box. So, maybe I answered it in my head (I do that a lot! lol)

When I wrote The Intern, I wanted show a young Ethan Ramsey in exactly this scenario. I think at that stage of his life (and even a few years earlier), he was more open to flirting and sleeping around. But over time he grew out of it and started becoming more selective about his love life.

Do you think he would, maybe not flirt, but notice women from EB on daily basics?

During his residency, he had no issues flirting and certainly noticed women from EB (never patients though). Aside from Harper, he likely did sleep with fellow residents. But he wasn't looking for anything serious so it was a case of two people blowing off steam.

I imagine he had quite a reputation as a flirt during his intern year. But by the time he finished residency and started his fellowship, he'd already started to get serious. He had written his book by then, was working extensively with Naveen, was part of research teams and laser focused on his future in medicine. Everything else became a distraction.

It’s canon that all the nurses love him, but do you think he would notice them? Pursue them?

Ethan definitely noticed because the man is highly observant (unlike Cassie who doesn't notice someone flirting with her until much later). I don't see him pursuing the nurses. Maybe when he was younger and only if it was someone he didn't work with on a daily basis.

He would be very conscious of the gossip mill. He likely saw first hand through other residents how messy it could get if one party got serious and the other didn't. If he did hook up with a nurse during residency, he would set clear expectations from the start.

Plus, he knows how it feels to be talked about. I always hc that people in his neighborhood and church certainly gossiped when Louise left. So, he would never put himself in that kind of position.

Do you think he would use these crushes for his benefit or shut them down immediately?

He would ignore them and be deliberately disinterested to rebuff any advances on the other person's part. If the person was too obvious and didn't take a hint, he would shut them down completely. Despite how he is with interns, he would do it privately. It's a personal matter and he doesn't need to cut them down in front of everyone.

The teaching style in hospitals is often Socratic: probing inquiries, putting residents on the spot, pushing them out of their comfort zone. Based on that brief diamond scene in book 1, ch 3 when we see Naveen leading a diagnosis, that's how he taught Ethan. So, how Ethan is in a professional setting isn't necessarily how he behaves outside of the hospital (at least in my opinion).

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DFP Actors August: Rachel Nash

NZ actors tend to end up in a lot of the same shows over the years it seems. I have a lot of fun spotting familiar faces, so I thought this would be a fun and silly little project, seeing which actors have repeatedly been in things that Deano was also in (not necessarily alongside). Just a bit of trivia. Enjoy!

Shortland Street (1996/2007-2019)

Dean played Nurse Harry Martin in 1996. Rachel played Pamela Ashton in 1 episode in 2007, and Lynley Donalds in 2 episodes in 2019.

The Legend of the Seeker (2009/2008)

Dean plays Carver Dunn in S1E17 “Deception”. Rachel plays Brigid in S1E4 “Brennidon”.

The Cult (2009)

Dean plays Liam in S1E10 “The Other Woman”. Rachel plays Frances Seger in all 13 episodes.

The Almighty Johnsons (2011-2013)

Dean plays Anders Johnson, one of the titular Johnsons, the god Bragi. (36/36 episodes) Rachel plays Ingrid, the goddess Snotra. (32/36 episodes)

I love Ingrid! I wish I was friends with her irl, she's so fun and kind. And you should know how I feel about Anders by now. ♥😈♥

Auckward Love (2015/2017)

Dean plays Dan very briefly in S1E1 "So, This Is Us" and S1E5 "Hunger Games". Rachel plays Marnie in 3 episodes, S3E3-S3E5.

Hillary (2016)

Dean plays George Lowe (in all 6 episodes). Rachel plays “Teacher” (lol) in one scene in episode 5.

The Brokenwood Mysteries (2018/2018)

Dean plays Barnaby Buchanan in S5E4 “The Dark Angel”. Rachel plays Sandra in S5E1 “Scared to Death”.

One Lane Bridge (2020)

Dean plays Andrew "Grub" Ryder, and is credited for the first 6 episodes, S1E1-S1E6. Rachel plays “Minister” in S1E3 “Escape”.

That's what I've got for these two - did I miss anything?

#deano filmography project #the almighty johnsons #almighty johnsons #brokenwood mysteries #the brokenwood mysteries #one lane bridge #auckward love #hillary (2016)#shortland street #rachel nash #dean o’gorman #dean o'gorman #actors august #dfp familiar faces

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Blog tags:

#demeter's garden

#a nurses grave

#ace of space

#liam's story (still working on a name lol)

#vandervault

#hacker cats

#dnd

#oc/s

#newtsadoodle

I will add more as more of them get pampered/names but these are my like main stories

Anyways this blog is just for me to ramble about my ocs because I have a lot of useless info on them that idk how to incorporate into all their stories so it goes here

Other blog where I just reblog fandom stuff: @stupid-newt

#demeter's garden #a nurses grave #ace of space #liam's story #hacker cats #vandervault #dnd #ocs #oc #newtsadoodle

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{Recently Read 1D Fics}

March 2021

These are all the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in March. There are 16 recs here in all and are in order by word count and organized by pairing. You can also listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 in March! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #23 | ko-fi | other fic recs

Larry

💚 somewhere in between lightning, jassy117, @nauticalleeds, shiningdistractionwrites (E, 99k, Love Island au, exes to lovers, reality tv, contestants, baker Harry, student Louis, summer, side Ziam, pining, miscommunication, sexual tension, angst with a happy ending, flashbacks, smut, hoo boy the tension was murdering me all the way through)

💚 The Blood of Love, @mugglemirror (E, 25k, historical fantasy au, supernatural elements, dark, magic, mythology, strangers to lovers, pining, nurse Harry, artist Zayn, witches, body worship, smut, so creepy and cool and amazing)

💚 Whatever Floats Your Boat, @the-larry-way / larryftnoctrl (NR, 24k, fake/pretend relationship au, friends to lovers, roommates, cruise, vacation, past Harry/OMC, cuddling, banter, OMC wedding cruise, mutual pining, oblivious walnuts, implied smut, so fun and cute!)

💚 Stuck With You, millsx (T, 14k, famous/famous au, actor Harry, footballer Louis, quarantine, fake/pretend relationship, PR relationship, bed sharing, character injury, anxiety, light angst, great getting together fic)

💚 Don't You Remember?, @reminiscingintherain (M, 12k, exes to lovers au, songfic, Adele songs, songwriting, musicians, famous/famous, angst with a happy ending, open-ish ending but not really, absolutely loved the way the songs were woven into the story for maximum angst!)

💚 baby be with me (so happily), @voulezloux / localopa (M, 10k, pop punk au, singer Louis, hair stylist Harry, closeted character, coming out, outing, strangers to lovers, homophobia, angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut, love pop punk Louis and this was such an emotional fic)

💚 let's go for a walk down easy street, @solvetheminourdreams (G, 6k, vampire au, established relationship, vampire Louis, vampire Harry, newly turned Harry, supernatural elements, fluff, humor, powers/abilities, so sweet and funny!)

💚 Definition of Beauty, @zanniscaramouche / zanni_scaramouche (M, 6k, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, Louis pov, high school au, oblivious Louis, pining, teen romance, soccer player Louis, light angst, non explicit smut, heat/rut, god this was glorious and I’m obsessed with it)

💚 As one we are everything/We are everything we need, @louloubabys1992 / louloubaby92 (M, 5k, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, established relationship, newlyweds, first time, fluff, insecure Harry, smut, wow this was so gorgeous and lovely and emotional and sensual)

💚 it could've been worse, anditsonlyforthebrave (NR, 5k, roommates au, quarantine, pining, TikTok, friends to lovers, love confessions, smut, oof I know this wasn’t angsty but it still got me right in the feels)

💚 There's Fur Everywhere, @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (G, 4k, five times fic, werewolf Louis au, misunderstandings, humor, no smut, this was so cute and funny!)

💚 just want your tattoos, @musiclily / musiclily 88 (G, 1k, magical tattoos, magic, fantasy, time travel, unique and amazing)

💚 Best Couples Costume, @haztobegood (T, 666 words, Halloween au, quarantine, costumes, zoom call, bad puns, humor, crack fic, lol very silly and fun)

Lilo

💚 Miss Missing You, harriet_vane (M, 16k, Louis/Liam, amnesia au, injured Louis, established relationship, secrets, angst with a happy ending, smut, oof the tension and hurt)

Ziam

💚 your crimes are quiet, my love, @lightwoodsmagic (E, 97k, Zayn/Liam, Miss Congeniality au, M15, undercover mission, serial killer, pageant, agent Zayn, agent Liam, undercover Liam, pageant contestant Liam, friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, violence, character injuries, hostage situation, hurt/comfort, jealousy, miscommunication, crime scenes, smut, holy shit this was such a page turner!)

Zouis

💚 Favourite Boy, @quelsentiment / wordsnnotes (T, 8k, Zayn/Louis, fwb au, pining, musician Louis, artist Zayn, London, music, banter, fluff, miscommunication, oh my god this was a must read!)

#28th appreciation #fic rec #allwasficrecs #larry fan fic #lilo fan fic #ziam fic #zouis fan fiction #march

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I got an ask we know Riley gets kidnapped by Anton but what if Anton was in love with her and he didn’t wanna kill her but makes her his. What if Olivia killed Claudus for shooting drake.

I love the way you think, Nonny! I actually would have eaten this up with a spoon if that had happened in canon. To be honest, I really liked Justin in book 2. If he had been a new love interest, I would have done a play through just to see what happens if Riley chose him 🤦🏻 Of course then we find out he is behind all the bombings and such so...oops, LOL. When I first saw your request, I made an aesthetic with just Justin/Anton and Riley in mind. I completely forgot to add a definite OTP of mine, Drake and Olivia, to it. Smh. The story though will definitely include them along with Riley and Justin. I am so tempted to turn this into a series 🙊

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True Intentions

It had happened when he had not been paying attention. It shouldn't have happened at all. He had one goal. One mission. Nothing had ever come to mean more to him than that. Nothing. No one.

Until Riley.

He knew he shouldn't have spent so much time with her. He shouldn't have helped Maxwell in picking the right dresses for her. He shouldn't have stuck around to see her come out of dressing rooms, an excited smile upon her face, as she twirled around for them to give their opinions.

It had taken all his will power to keep from telling her what he truly thought. Riley's beauty was simply stunning, not because of her outer loveliness, but more that he saw her inner beauty shining through each trial she faced. Her strength amazed him. Her wit brought a smile to his face. Her kindness touched his heart.

It made him begin to long for things he shouldn't. They shouldn't be a part of any dream or plan he had.

And yet...she was beginning to crop up in his thoughts. In his dreams.

In his plans.

He winced as he tried to get comfortable.

His plans hadn't exactly gone as he had hoped. In fact, he should have talked to his men and explained that Riley was not to be a target.

Thank God for Drake. If he hadn't jumped in front of her, she would have been taken from me.

His lips twisted in another painful grimace.

"Are you in pain?"

Justin looked up and tried to smile. "Just a little."

His nurse shook her head. "I told you to buzz before it got too bad." She gently checked his wound.

"I don't want to be a bother." He mumbled.

"You aren't." She patted his hand. "You aren't any trouble at all." Her nose wrinkled. "We had a few nobles cause unnecessary problems when the attack happened."

"Really?"

She rolled her eyes. "Some were knocked down during the chaos and demanded they be admitted."

He chuckled softly. "Sounds like something they would do."

"It's a shame that good people like you were seriously hurt while those spoiled nobles try and take all the attention." She readjusted his covers after administering some more pain medication in his IV. "I don't know why King Liam is so hellbent on bringing them back to court."

"What do you mean?" Justin tried to fight the effects of the pain medicine. "What's he doing?"

"He and Lady Riley are going on some type of tour to some of the major houses to personally invite them to their wedding."

His brow furrowed.

A unity tour. That would work on these small minded individuals. It was a smart move. The public were already Team Riam. Once the royal couple convinced the most powerful houses to come to their wedding, all the other minor lords and ladies would follow suit.

"Well played, Liam." Justin's eyes drooped closed. "Well played."

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He couldn't believe that they not only convinced Madeleine's entire family, but also somehow got all of Portavira on their side.

"What's the plan?" Claudius asked.

"We need something big to remind everyone that we aren't a one trick pony." Justin told him.

He looked out the window. Leaves were beginning to change with the first hints of autumn in the air.

A hint of a smile appeared as a plan began to form.

"It would be a shame if Cordonia's apple orchard had a bad year, wouldn't it?" He eyed his second in command.

Claudius chuckled. "It really would."

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Justin watched as every channel showed the devastation of the orchard near Applewood. He couldn't help but smile over Riley making the people love her even more for her righteous anger. Her promises to bring those responsible to justice along with making the orchard bigger than before made him nearly burst with pride.

She had grown into her role more so than he had ever imagined. Gone was the timid young waitress from New York who uttered no comment when reporters surrounded her. She was a confident woman now who could think on her feet.

Justin thought she was more attractive than the first time he had seen her floundering in front of the cameras, in desperate need of a hero. It hadn't been a bother to rush to her side then and put his arm around her. Her wide eyes had lifted to his and he had nearly melted from her beauty.

He still couldn't believe that she forgave Liam for choosing another over her. Granted Madeleine impressed him with how she could manipulate reporters into spinning a story to her advantage, but Riley was so many things that the cold countess was not. She deserved better than what she got.

And he planned on giving it to her.

*****************

A week after the orchard burning, he turned to see the one rarely far from his thoughts.

"Justin!" Riley rushed over to engulf him in a hug.

"How's my favorite media darling?" He asked.

She leaned back and gave him that smile that was brighter than flash bulbs. "Much better now that I know you're recovering." She playfully glanced about before whispering, "Save me from Madeleine!"

He laughed as he hugged her once more. "I don't know. I've seen her work and can't find fault with it."

Riley pouted. She linked her arm with his as they walked down the hospital hallway. "I prefer your guidance to hers." Her nose wrinkled. "It's weird being told how to act by Liam's former fiancée. I know there wasn't anything between them, but still."

Justin patted her hand. "Tell you what. If Madeleine is unable to do her job or you decide to fire her, then I will gladly step back into my old position." He dug around in his pocket for the earpiece she had used during Liam's engagement tour.

Her smile reappeared. "Old faithful."

"I'm always Just-in-time." He teased.

*****************

It had been too close. He hadn't expected Riley to go anywhere near Constantine. And there she was, by Liam's side, graciously accepting some necklace from the old man who had destroyed her initial happily ever after.

His heart had nearly stopped as he watched rubble fall around them. Riley had frozen in fear over Liam's safety. It was a nightmare come to life as pieces of the wall and ceiling began to collapse.

At least one good thing had come from this: one king was dead.

It sadly wasn't the king he needed to die.

Justin began to plan how he would comfort Riley once Liam was gone. He wouldn't have to tell her it was he, himself, who orchestrated his death. But he would make certain to enjoy the benefits of it.

His eyes narrowed over another slight problem he had.

He was going to have to kill his own wife too.

******************

Lythikos...

It had been almost too easy. Madeleine was already in need of a distraction after hearing Liam gush over how excited he was to marry Riley in a few weeks. Once she requested a fruity cocktail, he knew then that the poison could go undetected taste wise.

The bartender left to go replenish the champagne. Madeleine's irritation over having to wait on a refill was drawing attention.

"Here." He grinned at her. "Allow me to make you another."

Her eyes widened. "Aren't you that press secretary that helped Riley?"

"I am." He began to mix a strong cocktail for her while adding the poison, all right under her nose. "And I must say you are the best I've ever seen."

Madeleine's irritation disappeared over the compliment. "I am, aren't I?"

"Riley's lucky to have someone so knowledgeable in ways of both the court and public like you." He added.

"Yes, she is." Madeleine muttered. "I'll do anything for my country, even if it is a thankless job."

"You should be recognized for your sacrifice." Justin handed her the deadly drink.

"Yes, I should." She took a gulp.

"How is it?" He asked.

"It's the only good thing here." A tipsy grin appeared on her face when she saw Riley. She grasped Justin's hand and pulled him in her wake. "Let's go say, hi."

"Boooooo!" Madeleine giggled when Riley turned around. "It's the ghosts of press secretary past and present."

"The what now?" Riley lips trembled with suppressed laughter as she looked up at Justin for clarification.

"I'm the ghost of press secretary past." He winked at her.

"OoooOooo!" Madeleine swayed where she stood.

"Whoa, there." Riley tried to steady her. "You okay?"

"She's had a little too much." Justin mimed drinking.

"It's a party!" Madeleine slurred. "It's in the worst place ever but it's a party and I'm going to...going to..."

"Enjoy it?" Riley offered.

"Extractly!" Madeleine's brow wrinkled over that not being the right word. "Expactly?"

"Exactly." Justin corrected.

"That."

The crowd quieted around them when Olivia took the stage to offer a final toast of the evening to Liam and Riley's wedding.

"Woo!" Madeleine cheered.

Riley and Justin tried to shush her.

Her giddy smile fell as her rosy cheeks drained of color. "Somefing's not..."

"Madeleine?" Riley lost her grip on her when she swayed violently to the right. "What's--"

Madeleine hit a table, causing the plates to clatter and the vase of blood red roses to fall over.

"I hate this place." She collapsed on the floor.

"Madeleine!" Riley dropped to her knees and tried to bring her to. "Liam! Mara! Come quick!"

Justin stepped back as the two came to see what was wrong. He watched as Olivia made her way through the crowd to find out what the all the fuss was about.

"What's wrong with her?" Riley asked.

"She's been poisoned." Mara whispered.

*******************

Justin loved seeing the delighted surprise once more on Riley's face when he said he would take over Madeleine's duties for the rest of the tour. It would have been a perfect moment if Liam had not been standing there. He was ashamed to think of his nearly giving himself away when he panicked at the sight of Olivia walking in behind him.

He wished Lucretia would quit trying to push Olivia into going into the family vault. She had a sick sense of humor in wanting her niece to discover she was already married. For some reason, she did not approve of the way her niece depended on her friends for support.

Justin knew the power friends could have. Had he not been trained by his own parents' friends, he wouldn't be the worthy man next in line to the throne. His comradery with his own men inspired their loyalty and willingness to die to make him king.

He needed to distance himself from Lucretia the moment they got out of Lythikos.

****************

She was supposed to come alone! Why did she bring Riley? I can't kill her. I need her. I deserve to have a choice in the one I want ruling by my side. The people already adore her, much more so than they admire Olivia. I was supposed to become free of this marriage. Once she and Liam are dead, I'll be able to be king and have--

"Justin?" Riley's eyes were clouded with confusion as she looked first at a picture of him dressed in a royal uniform. "What is this?"

"I'm sorry, Riley." His voice cracked on her name.

Justin reached in his pocket and pulled out a revolver.

Lucretia cackled with glee as she told her niece the truth about her marriage.

Justin stood there silently as the woman he loved shook her head in denial.

She's so incredibly sweet to doubt a friend could be the bad guy. I hate that I can't pull her away from all this and simply explain why I should be the ruler of Cordonia. I deserve it. I worked for it. My entire life was made for me to take the crown. She would be able to understand that. Look how far she's come in her own life. Who could imagine a waitress from some dive bar in America would come to be the next queen of a small European nation?

"Do it already!" Lucretia hissed. "Shoot her!"

He couldn't do it. Even as he held the gun steady, pointed directly at the woman he loved's heart, he couldn't shoot Riley.

"Get away from her!" Liam ordered.

Justin spun around to see the king and guards filling up the narrow passageway.

"I thought you said this was secure." Justin snapped at Lucretia.

"It was." She held her hands up in surrender.

Justin watched as she stepped forward, pretending to stumble.

His eyes widened as once again his love was trapped within a collapsing room.

He managed to see her safely end up in Liam's arms before escaping through a hidden passage.

He left Lucretia to the guards. She had served her purpose and was sadly of no use to him any longer. Now he could plan what he truly wanted to happen.

*******************

Liam and Riley's wedding day...

"I don't care who you kill. Olivia and Riley are to be taken alive." Justin told the small team of men he was sending in. "If you have to wound them to get them here, make certain Riley's is non life threatening.

He ignored the questioning look Claudius sent his way.

"Bring them both to our stronghold." His eyes narrowed. "Do not fail me."

****************

Later that night...

"Good work." Justin straightened his jacket. He wanted to look his best when he saw Riley again.

Claudius smirked at him. "Just think of all the men we would still have if you had let me go alone."

Justin chuckled. "True, but at least we are free of our weakest links." He smoothed his hair back. "Now take me to our guests."

***************

"I know the real Justin is somewhere in there." Riley leaned as far forward as her bindings allowed. "You helped me gain the love of the people. You know that if you kill me, the people will not readily accept you as king."

He couldn't help but smile. "I know and that is why I don't intend to hurt you."

"Then why kidnap us?" Olivia demanded.

He turned toward her. "If I'm to be king, then I have to take the necessary steps to claim the throne." He motioned for Claudius to come in.

"You're the one who shot Drake!" Olivia shouted, struggling against the ropes biting into her tender skin. "You'll regret that."

"And you tried to kill me!" Riley added, narrowing her eyes.

"That was a mistake." Justin quickly said. "You were never to be harmed."

"Then why all the attempts?" She asked. "Why do you persist in--"

"You weren't supposed to be here, Riley." He knelt down in front of her. "You should have stayed in New York until the time was right"

Her eyebrows drew together. "What are you talking about.

Justin asked Claudius to remain with Olivia while he took Riley somewhere private.

"If you think for one second that I will remain with this man while you take her away go do only God knows what," Olivia's chair creaked at her straining to break free, "then you don't know what a Nevarkis is truly made of!"

Justine rolled his eyes over her rant as he untied Riley from her chair. He kept her ankles and wrists bound together. He swept her into his arms and carried her out.

Olivia's shouts were silenced by the sound of a hard slap.

Riley struggled in Justin's arms. "What did he do to her? OLIVIA?!" Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Justin, please don't--"

"Nothing's happened to her." He took her into a surprisingly clean, yet drab, sitting room.

Riley was dropped on a chaise lounge. She eyed the door then Justin.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He repeated. He gently cupped her cheek, fingers brushing along her jaw line. "I love you too much to ever harm you."

Riley stilled. She looked up at him. "You what?"

He knelt before her. "I'm in love with you. It didn't hit me until you told me you had accepted Liam's proposal on the train. I didn't plan it, but I refuse to hide my feelings any longer." He smiled at her. "You've proven yourself as the rightful Queen of Cordonia. Once Liam and Olivia are dead, you and I can rule this country as we see fit. We'll--"

Riley shook her head. "Justin," she believed he was deranged and knew she had to handle this carefully, "I'm flattered. Really I am. I mean, we both know I would never have gotten this far without you."

His smile grew at her realizing she owed him for her meteoric rise within the court.

"But if you kill Liam and Olivia, the people will not feel any love or loyalty for you." She tilted her head as she studied him. "Surely you see the problem with this plan."

"People respect power." He explained. "They respect someone who fights for what is rightfully his. Since my birth, I have been meant for something greater. My parents, Olivia's family, even my soldiers realized that I alone am worthy to rule over this country." He focused once more upon her. "And I've seen that you are the one to do so by my side."

Riley shook her head. "Justin, I am honored," her voice cracked on that lie, "to have your love but I can't accept it." Her eyes filled with tears. "I'm in love with Liam."

"Riley, he didn't choose you." Justin argued. "He left you on your own to fight against nobles, the press, even his own father. You deserve so much more than being an afterthought."

Tears slipped down her cheeks once more. "That wasn't what he did. He was trying to protect me. And I--"

He leaned down and kissed her.

She froze at the touch, refusing to participate.

"Once Liam's gone, you will see the truth." Justin promised.

"I won't." Her eyes narrowed. "As long as I live, I'll hate you with everything within me for taking him from me."

"You don't have it in you." He shook his head in amusement. "You've forgiven everyone. Olivia, Penelope, Madeleine, even Constantine. You never hold a grudge."

"You'll be my first." Riley vowed. "Liam is the love of my life. If you ruin my chance to finally be with him, I will never forgive you. As long as there is breath in my body, I will find a way to destroy you."

"You are amazing." He murmured, knowing she was speaking from her heart. He couldn't wait for that devotion to be for himself.

"Anton?"

The two turned to see Claudius in the doorway. "Liam should be here any moment."

Justin nodded and told him he would meet him and the rest of the men downstairs.

He lifted Riley in his arms and placed her back in the cell with Olivia.

His wife had the bruised imprint of Claudius's hand on her alabaster cheek. Blood had dried on her bottom lip. No tears had fallen from the force of the hit. Her left eye was bloodshot as she glared up at him.

"Liv?" Riley choked out. "Are you--"

"I'm fine." Her harsh answer echoed in the chamber. "It will take more than some two bit thug to hurt me." Her eyes did a quick scan to make certain Riley wasn't hurt.

"If you will excuse me, I have to go prepare for Liam's last night on earth." He retied Riley to her chair.

She threw her head back with all her might to connect with his face.

His glasses broke from the force of her strike. Blood poured out his nose as he stumbled away from her.

"Don't ever," his voice dropped to a hiss, "do that again, my love." He gripped her chin and jerked her face up toward his. "You will learn how to behave soon enough."

He slammed the cell door and left them alone.

"Did he hurt you?" Olivia whispered.

"No." Riley bit her bottom lip. "Not yet."

*****************

"Where is my wife?" Liam demanded.

Justin couldn't help but be impressed. The young king was standing before him, completely outnumbered, yet didn't show the slightest flicker of fear.

He asked the one question that he himself would have asked if Riley was taken from him.

"She is well." Justin replied. "Which is something I can't promise about your own well being."

"I want to see her." Liam bit out. "Now!"

Justin's chuckle was interrupted by a hastily whispered message from Claudius. His head jerked around to search the dim hallway as if doing so would reveal the missing prisoners.

How had they escaped?

"You don't get to make demands here." He snapped at Liam.

"Let Riley and Olivia go." Liam ordered. "And I will take their place." His eyes narrowed. "I know it is a temporary one."

Justin couldn't help but smile. The man was indeed brave to trade his life for Riley and Olivia's.

"No!" Riley screamed out from the stairs.

Chaos broke out as she led the charge to attack the Sons of the Earth. Justin watched as she ran over to protect Liam's back.

The couple were doing their utmost to protect the other from harm.

Their friends were taking his well trained soldiers out one by one. It was embarrassing to see how pitiful his men fought.

Olivia moved into his line of sight. Fury blazed across her delicate features.

"I'm impressed." He told her, unsheathing his sword. "I should have searched you myself."

"Trust me." Olivia circled him. "It will be the last mistake you'll ever make!"

She lunged at him. He easily parried her attack. "I think you've forgotten that it was your parents who gave me the same training you had."

"I think you talk too much!" She twirled about, bringing her daggers up to stop his sword from meeting her shoulder. He grunted from her heel piercing his leg as she pushed off to break his hold.

They continued to try and deliver punishing blows to the other. She was desperate to kill the man who was after her friends and country. He was anxious to be free of their marriage.

He noticed from the corner of his eye Claudius and Drake fighting. His second in command stunned the commoner with an uppercut to his jaw, causing Drake to stumble back into a wall.

Olivia heard the scuffle and followed Justin's line of sight. Her face paled at Claudius moving towards Drake to end him once and for all.

With a flick of her wrists she not only slashed Justin but threw her other dagger at Claudius. It struck true along the side of his neck, cutting into his jugular. He let out a garbled scream as he fell to the floor.

Justin hissed at the deep gash she had made along his ribcage.

Seeing that it was a lost battle, he hopped the banister and began to rush upstairs. He would have to go into hiding once more before orchestrating another attack.

"This ends now!" Riley yelled out at him.

He spun around to see both her and Liam rushing toward him. He raised his sword, determined to put an end to the man who stood between him and the throne. He hesitated when Riley jumped in front of her husband.

"You're not taking him from me!" She raised her battle ax. "Every time you try, I will stop you."

Does Liam know how lucky he is? She waited on him to choose her. Twice! And now she stands here, ready to defend him to the death. How could any man not fall in love with Riley?

His refusal to fight her was his downfall. He was pushed over the banister by the royal couple. While his breath was knocked out, Maxwell and Hana bound his hands together behind his back.

He looked about at his fallen and captured comrades. His attention was drawn toward Olivia and Drake. The pair were covered in blood and bruises, yet they were leaning against each other. Drake had his arm around her while softly speaking. Whatever was said caused Olivia to press even closer to his side. Her arms slipped around his waist. Her eyes were closed tight as she allowed him to hold her.

Justin had suspected something more between the pair. It looked like his coup for the throne had accomplished something for them.

Bastien and the rest of the King's Guards rushed in. After talking to the king and new queen, he collected Justin and hauled him outside.

On the way, Justin met Riley's eyes.

There were so many things he wanted to explain to her. He believed she would have been on board with his plans for the kingdom. Once he had killed Liam and Olivia, he would be the benevolent king the country needed. Gone would be the purpose for pompous nobles. He would have established a council of Cordonia's citizens from all walks of life to advise him. People would be rewarded and honored for their service instead of simply being born to the right parents.

And she would have been his queen, guiding and protecting all she deemed worthy.

"Riley, I..."

"You will never ever hurt those I love again." She hissed.

"Take him away." Liam ordered, keeping his arms locked around his wife. "He will be dealt with in the morning."

Justin knew then that it was pointless to try and explain. She would never give him a chance after all that had occurred.

For the first time in his life, he realized that his intentions didn't matter to the one he loved most.

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a ✨drunk and clingy ian✨ one-shot

okay so we all know that saint patrick’s day is a very arbitrary and somewhat meaningless holiday (at least in the u.s. lol)- but we also know that the gallaghers are incredibly fucking irish, so i am using this as an excuse to write some drunk and clingy gallavich fluff (bc i think we all need it!! or at least i do!!!!)

hope y’all enjoy<3

Mickey and Ian came in the door from their final weed security run of a way-too-chilly and grey March afternoon, kicking the slush off of their lace-up boots in a tired but comfortable silence. Mickey had been fantasizing for a good part of the afternoon about his usual afternoon ritual of collapsing onto the couch with a cold beer in his hand, and taking a long lazy nap while shitty game shows played on the TV in the background— but unfortunately, Debbie had other plans. Or so he realized when he turned the corner and his eyes were met with a forest of green and white streamers blanketing the living room, with Debbie determinedly balancing on a kitchen chair to hang them in the doorway.

Mickey did a double-take, shooting a glance at Ian and then back at the festive room again. What the fuck? He quickly racked his brain— there was no way he’d could’ve forgotten Franny’s birthday, that was in the summer—and he was pretty sure that Liam’s birthday was in the winter sometime; so whose the fuck was it? Too many goddamn Gallaghers to keep track of. Finally, Mickey admitted his own defeat.

“Is it someone’s fuckin’ birthday or something?”

Mickey flashed another gaze to Ian in confusion as he said it, hoping that Ian would silently mouth whatever the occasion was to him, or at the very least raise his eyebrows and goad Mickey enough to jog his memory to remember whatever the fuck today was— but Ian just gave an easygoing grin as he took in the room’s decor and let out a laugh.

“Debbie, isn’t this kind of going overboard?”

Debbie looked over her shoulder from where she was now taping a crudely scribbled picture of a shamrock, most likely drawn by Franny, up onto the wall.

“What? If it’s our last Saint Patrick’s Day in the house, the least we can do is go out with a bang,” she answered nonchalantly, and continued fixating on hanging up Franny’s drawing.

Mickey inadvertently let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. Fucking Gallaghers.

“I’m sorry, fucking Saint Patrick’s Day?”

Ian’s lips formed a playful smile and he elbowed Mickey between the ribs. “Yeah, Mick, Saint Patrick’s Day— also known as the unironically most important day of the Gallagher family calendar year. I can’t believe I forgot it was today, with all the work stuff we had going on.”

At first Mickey couldn’t tell if Ian was actually being serious— but in the same second he decided that it didn’t really matter, since Ian’s eyes were bright and shining and there was this weird giddy grin he was sporting from ear to ear, like he was absolutely fucking delighted that it was Saint Patrick’s Day, instead of just a normal goddamn Wednesday. Fucking softie.

And as endearing as that was, Mickey still couldn’t let him off that easily. “There’s no way I’m celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s a fake holiday for yuppie rich kids to go bar hopping—I’m not getting involved in any of your Gallagher bullshit.”

Ian’s grin just grew, like he knew exactly what Mickey was doing. “Hey, you married into this family. If anything, this is your own fault.”

Mickey just rolled his eyes, then continued to unlace his boots and throw them by the doorway.

“The fuck do you do anyways, aside from getting trashed?”

Ian put a hand on Mickey’s upper back to steady himself as he pulled his own shoes off. “I think getting trashed pretty much sums up the festivities. Today’s practically a holy day of observance for Frank, and I’m assuming Debbie’s also just gonna use today as an excuse to get drunk on a Wednesday.”

“Hell yeah I am!” Debbie called from where she was putting the chair back in the kitchen.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “I knew Gallaghers were white trash, but I had no idea you were this bad.”

“Oh, come on. You don’t have any Ukranian white trash holidays or whatever?”

Mickey held back a bitter laugh. Yeah, they had “holidays,” in the form of days when Terry was celebratorily drunk enough to leave them the fuck alone for 24 hours, rare occasions when his looming shadow was out of the house and a festive lightness bled in in its place. They sort of celebrated Christmas, which was mostly just associated with too many painful memories of Terry ripping open the presents before he or his brothers had the chance, and too many painful stings associated with him having one too many drinks as they sat quietly inside the sagging house and pretended to be a big happy family for one night a year.

But never anything as gaudy and deliberate and ridiculous as observing a C-list, Irish-American holiday just for the hell of it, just for fun—which yes, was probably fueled by Frank’s alcoholism more than anything else, but also made something swell in Mickey’s insides that he didn’t quite know how to place.

And Mickey didn’t know how to let out that entire internal monologue to Ian while Debbie was standing within earshot. “Nah, man. Milkoviches don’t really do… holidays.”

Ian snaked a hand around Mickey’s back, giving his shoulder a squeeze, a grounding touch. He gets it.

“Well, get ready to have your mind blown, Mr. Gallavich, because we’re about to celebrate this hallowed occasion Gallagher style.”

Mickey rolled his eyes again, but let himself lean into Ian’s touch, lean his weight ever-so-slightly against Ian’s chest that was pressed behind him by the doorway. And, okay— as stupid as this was, maybe there was something sort of warm and solid about tradition, about hand-scribbled shamrocks and streamers on the wall, about having days to celebrate just because you wanted to, just because you could…

Just then Franny came hurdling into the room, wearing a baggy green t-shirt and a face-painted shamrock adorning her cheek.

Ian’s face lit up when she stopped in front of them. “Hey Franny! Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!”

Franny held out two bottles of beer to Ian and Mickey from where she had been hiding them behind her back.

“Mommy said I should give these to you when you came home!”

Mickey smirked, carefully taking the bottles from Franny’s outstretched hands. “Thanks, kiddo.”

And if all celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day took was knocking down a few beers on a weekday afternoon—well, Mickey wasn’t going to complain about that.

Of course, hours later Mickey realized how severely he’d underestimated Debbie’s enthusiasm— after lounging around the house waiting for the stream of Gallaghers to trickle in from their various daily activities, Debbie had rounded everyone up and they migrated to the Alibi as the sun was setting, where they’d met up with Kev and V and Lip and Tami, who (thank fucking god) looked as vaguely confused and fully apathetic about this whole “Saint Patrick’s Day” situation as Mickey did.

Now it was late, and Mickey was leaning against the bartop of the Alibi sipping a thick, foamy glass of Guinness, which was as close to embracing whatever-the-fuck Irish heritage his husband had as he was possibly going to get.

All of the Gallaghers were here, swirling around the room—Debbie had put on some sort of peppy music as Kev poured everyone drinks, and a couple of other Southside neighbors had heard the bass thrumming and joined the ruckus. The room wasn’t too crowded, but it was pleasantly full of bodies and chatter— Kev had bought bunches of shiny, tacky green mardi gras beads for everyone to wear, and the air in the room was festive and bordering on sloppy in a way that felt very different from how Mickey had envisioned this evening would go.

Mickey was pacing himself, because it was a Wednesday for fuck’s sake— but his husband was an entirely different story. Between the beers at home and the various drinks Debbie had been siphoning into his hands all night, Ian was teetering on the drunkest Mickey had seen him in years—which partially made the tiniest spark of trepidation start to creep into Mickey’s bloodstream, a spark that he immediately extinguished. It was one night, the first in a long time— Ian deserved to have some fun.

And he definitely, definitely was having fun— casually dancing with Debbie and Sandy and whoever else would humor him, grinning with red-hot cheeks and bright eyes— from across the room Mickey could tell how warm his skin would be if he pressed a hand against it, how flushed. Mickey wasn’t really in the mood for dancing, or whatever the fuck stumbling around and chatting and making friends Drunk Ian was up to for the evening, and he was perfectly content to nurse his drink at the bar— which is why it surprised him when Ian pulled himself out of the crowd, slightly stumbling over his own feet, and made the way across the room to where Mickey was leaning at the bar, immediately boxing him in and putting his hands square on Mickey’s waist. Mickey almost imperceptibly let in a sharp breath.

Ian looked down at him, all smiles and shiny eyes— when he spoke the scent of sweet, hot liquor danced on Mickey’s face and all he wanted was to be closer, to breathe it in.

“Are you having fun?” Ian’s right hand traced up Mickey’s side, then back down to its hold on his hipbone.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “You and your leprechaun family don’t mess around, Gallagher.”

Ian smiled a lazy, tipsy smile, and pecked Mickey’s cheek before Mickey could be embarrassed about it.

“D’you wanna dance with me?”

Ian’s hands slid off of his hips and entangled with Mickey’s hands that had been hanging limply at his sides, walking backwards so their fingers were laced together an arm’s distance apart.

Mickey shrugged noncommittally. “I’ll leave showing the Irish pride to you and the rest of the drunken Gallaghers.”

Ian registered Mickey’s words and opened his mouth to reply, just as Debbie pulled Ian over by the arm.

“Stop sulking with Mickey and do more shots with me!”

Jesus Christ. Ian was going to be wrecked when their alarm went off for work in the morning, and Mickey was starting to debate if he was going to need to have a talking-to with Debbie about the appropriate amount of “Saint Patrick’s Day fun” they were allowed to partake in next year— but for now Ian was happy, and he could stomach one night of hardcore festivities.

Mickey stood at the bar for a while, watching Ian and Debbie get progressively more flushed as they bobbed through the crowd— and then, when Debbie had found some other victim in their mid-twenties to get even more shitfaced with, Ian made his way across the room to Mickey again, plopping onto the barstool beside him and heaving his bodyweight onto Mickey’s left side, burying his face in the crook of Mickey’s neck. Mickey wrapped a tentative arm around Ian’s waist, trying to hold him up from slouching off of the barstool.

“M’tired.” Mickey could feel Ian’s hot breath dancing on his collarbone as he slurred out the words, and felt Ian’s eyelids flutter shut against the side of his neck.

Ian was always giving Mickey measured casual touches, wherever they were—but it was so exceedingly rare that Ian fully let himself go like this, let himself be drunk and happy and just crumple into Mickey, without worrying about holding anyone else up. It felt new, but it felt good— Mickey let the solid weight of his husband’s body leaning against his press him down, rooting him into the Alibi’s sticky floors, feeling the clammy skin of Ian’s forehead that was solidly lodged into the side of Mickey’s neck.

He hated to admit it, but in that moment, something in Mickey was also frozen solid— as much as Mickey had grown in the past few years, something about these situations, about PDA or whatever, still made Mickey feel like he was treading water—like he was fighting to stay afloat while everyone’s eyes were on him, and the strong current was only lifted when he and Ian were in the dark safety of their bedroom. If Mickey was drunk at a bar and sloppily leaning onto Ian, there was no doubt in Mickey’s mind that Ian would hold him, would gingerly touch him and caress him and do more to him than just prop him up— but something in Mickey still hesitated and flashed with warning signs in a crowded room full of people.

But Ian was still breathing hot on Mickey’s neck— so Mickey thought about what Ian would do, if it was Mickey who was tipsy and slumped on his shoulder. He tentatively raised his arm from where it was lying limply by his side, and started to run soothing circles onto Ian’s t-shirt, just above his hipbone where Mickey’s hand was holding Ian up by his waist.

Ian hummed in acknowledgement of the touch— and then he pressed a tender kiss to the crook of Mickey’s neck, where his face was buried. Fuck. Mickey just pulled him in closer, gently tugging Ian’s torso in by his belt loop to hold him steady.

Ian hummed again, then started to press kisses up and down Mickey’s neck. “You smell good.”

Mickey’s heart started to beat a little quicker, his blood running hotter than usual—and Ian couldn’t fucking do this now, while the rest of his family was milling around and dancing and wearing fucking mardi gras beads while flaunting their Gallagher pride.

Ian lifted his forehead off of Mickey’s shoulder, and gently bit at the underside of Mickey’s jaw—and Mickey thought he was going to combust right there, on the spot, in a room full of Gallaghers pressed against the bartop at the Alibi by his very drunk husband.

And in an act of excruciatingly inconvenient timing, Lip sidled up to the bar and sat on the barstool on Mickey’s other side, nursing what Mickey assumed (and hoped) was a diet Coke in a beer glass.

“Hey there, Mick. And, uh, Ian.”

Ian looked up from where he was very engrossed in continuing to nuzzle the opposite side of Mickey’s neck, and glared at Lip from across Mickey’s chest.

“Go away, Lip.” Ian collapsed his head back onto Mickey’s shoulder and closed his eyes again, wrapping his arms around Mickey’s neck like a fucking boa constrictor. Mickey snaked an arm up around Ian’s back, holding him steady on the wobbly barstool.

Lip held back a laugh as he sipped his drink, then took a drag of the cigarette he was holding. “Seems like Ian’s done enough drinking to make our ancestors proud.”

Mickey took a sip of his own beer with his free hand. “Debbie made sure of that.”

Lip raised his eyebrows. “Damn. Guess we’d better keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t also have the Frank gene.”

Mickey grunted in acknowledgement, then took another sip of his beer, mostly because he didn’t know what else to say. Ian’s head shifted slightly on his shoulder— and Mickey realized he probably needed to haul Ian home ASAP, before he was even more sleepy and incoherent and unable to lug down the street.

Lip noticed Ian’s movement on Mickey’s shoulder and smirked. “I’ve gotta say, I’ve never seen Ian being this clingy before. Even with other guys—no offense, Mick— he usually stayed pretty contained. And you guys aren’t usually too into the PDA department.”

Mickey shrugged, trying not to jostle the heavy weight of where Ian’s head was hanging. Lip was right—he and Ian never really were all over each other, especially not like this, outside of the context of their room, when they were very much always all over each other.

Lip kept studying them, and the corner of his mouth eventually ticked upward. “It’s good. He’s definitely not this… comfortable with anyone else. Including me, which is definitely saying something.”

It felt weird, to get something like what felt like Lip’s full blessing at a raunchy Gallagher party months after he and Ian had gotten married—but that was also exactly what it felt like was happening.

Lip’s eyes suddenly darted across the room, to where Tami was holding up his coat and gesturing to the door. Lip rose from the barstool, stubbed out his cigarette, and put out a hand to clap Mickey on the shoulder as a goodbye.

“Catch up with you later, Mick.” Lip reached out and jokingly tousled Ian’s hair. “Make sure this one doesn’t hate himself too much tomorrow morning.”

Mickey smirked. Ian was practically asleep and drooling on his shoulder, his breathing turned steady—Mickey reached a hand up to card through his hair, then gently shrugged his shoulder to get Ian’s head to rise from where it was jammed on his neck.

Ian raised his head, his eyes bleary and confused at first, then softening around the edges when he met Mickey’s gaze.

“Alright, let’s get you home, carrottop.”

#did i read this before posting it???? nope #this is so silly but was also living RENT FREE in my brain #also this is temporally separated from the last ep lol bc i do not have it in me to write anything heavy this week #drunk happy husbands only !!!!#🙅🏻‍♂️‼️#gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #ian and mickey #ixm #gallavich fanfiction

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suga-catt · 2 years

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Who are your OCs best friends?

Whaha oki i’ll try to keep it somewhat short lol, i didn’t put in the ocs i mainly pair with because i think they would be more considered as lovers? lol

Tsuki’s best friend is Spark (also Hinata’s Pa lol), (there are others’ ocs but i don't think they would be considered canon? lol)

GEMS, (I used their human names)

Em’s bfs are Olive, Celeste, Sunny, Ci, Smith, Nate, and Dmir.

Bast bfs i think i would consider maybe Star (Sibling lol), Indigo, Odelia, and Persephone,

Yelena bfs/Siblings are Kung Lao (begrudgingly lol), Lui Kang, and Tora (@tora-lotus) lol

Alina and Ume hang out with each other after they ranaway lol

DOVES

Sariel’s bfs would be Eros, Ariel, Hael, and Kitty

Clara, Axel, and Harper are bfs lol

Liam’s bfs would be Okko (begrudgingly lol), Bai, Hua, Kichirou (begrudgingly lol) and Nakia

C:aMP

Ubel makes friends with Stevenson, Cayo, and Wart

Nurse and Loko are bfs (mainly because the other clowns don’t like em as much lol)

Jinx, Keres, And Nova, altho I don’t think these three would consider themselves friends, they hang out with each other the most lol

I listed some Ocs that i have not mentioned, but if your curious about them let me know lol

#ask cat #ask ocs

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cadaceus · 2 years

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C3E16

More liveblogging catch ups! Here are my full thoughts and feelings for Campaign 3, Episode 16 of Critical Role. Spoilers below, with also small spoilers for Campaign 2 as well in a reference I make... beware!

- NORDVERSE

- “I was excited, and then presentory” I feel like Matt is always one of those people who is so casually hilarious, for some reason this phrase took me out

- LIAM CAN’T JUST BRING OUT HIS CALEB VOICE LIKE THAT, I MISS MY BOY TOO MUCH

- Ooh, I forgot about the brumestone! It’s so clever to bring it back now, also Laura always pieces things together much more quickly than I do LMAO (ie this thing with the brumestone, the children’s disappearances related to the Dynasty in Campaign 2, etc.)

- THIS MAP LOOKS SO COOL, the lava and darkness vibes are so intimidating and beautiful, Matt really outdid himself with this one!

- 20 POINTS?!

- “Orym?” “It’s a fail, dad”

- She can control them through the poison? That’s amazing and also terrifying

- “What are you doing, FCG?” “I don’t know...I need Nord VPN!” LMAO SAM, the sponsor grind never stops

- Laudna’s facing some insecurities... mood but also NO DEAR

- Wait, I had to leave for a minute (to make popcorn hehe), and both Travis and Taliesin are gone?? Please tell me they just went to get more water or something and that nothing bad happened to their characters...

- LIAM COMING IN CLUTCH

- The Redbubble Roast??? LMAO

- Is FCG glitching?? If so, I wonder what triggered it, but this is such a cool character detail for Sam to add! Intriguing, worrying, and vaguely unsettling which is exactly what I live for

- PRETTY IS BACK..... ANOTHER AWKWARD “EX” ENCOUNTER

- “I might have company...” “No you won’t...unless you hire a nurse” THEY ARE SO FUNNY ASHTON DOES NOT HOLD BACK

- Laudna always using “us” when referring to her sleeping situation, I love how Laudna and Imogen don’t even have to ask each other if they will sleep in the same bed (also: them inviting Orym is sweet)

- MATT’S FACE WHEN CHETNEY PROPOSITIONS FEARNE I AM CRYING

- Okay but why am I kind of digging the Chetney and Fearne thing LOL every Travis and Ashley character dynamic is gold...

- “how hard are you?” “HURT” we got a dm facepalm let’s go

- Orym is so protective of FCG this episode 🥺

- Orym speaks to FCG a bit like how Caleb spoke to Veth in a way... speaking of player-character dynamics, Sam and Liam’s characters’ dynamics are always sooo important to me, my beloveds

- All these sleep convos are beautiful

- Uh oh, ending on a cliffhanger with Imogen... I hope that nothing bad happens here eep!

#critical role #c3e16 #c3 liveblog #c3 liveblogs #forgot my tag AGAIN fdghjfkl

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somestansomewhere · 3 years

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Frank’s Dementia in 11a

Points to discuss:

Moments where Frank forgot.

Things he might be able to remember.

Other characters finding out.

Aftermath...

So to start of, I made a list of every instance in SEASON ELEVEN A, where Frank’s memory seemed a bit off, I’m not gonna analyze the whole series for this but I’m sure there’s more there. Now:

Moments Where Frank Forgot

11x01

1. Frank’s History of Chicago

While this does appear to imply just the opening monologue, there are actually several moments throughout the episode where Frank is talking about the Gallagher’s running Chicago to Alan. And while this seems like typical “Frank being drunk nonsense”, plus a spectacular opening to the season... I now see it in a different light especially after:

2. Frank’s Memory Elixir

Frank LITERALLY has a line asking for “memory elixir”, meaning booze, which Alan hands him. Ironic since he has ALCOHOLIC DEMENTIA. You can’t tell me that wasn’t intentional!

3. He Forgot Bars Were Closed

Now, I may be reaching here... BUT when Frank enters The Alibi for the first time this season (what a grand enterence btw) he says “I heard somewhere all bars were open again”. V responds by saying something along the lines of “three weeks ago maybe” and that the mayor shut them down again. Frank says “Well who the hell can keep track”. And okay, yeah maybe Frank genuinely didn’t know... but this is the bar he goes to EVERYDAY. Not to mention if they shut down less than THREE WEEKS AGO, Frank should know... idk this one might not count but I added it anyway. Kermit is unaware of bars being open/shut down in 11x03 so moving on:

11x02

4. The Alibi’s Secret Enterence

Okay, again REACHING! However, when Frank entered The Alibi through the Keg Zone door he forgot to use the “secret knock” and Kev had to remind him about it. Now in 11x01 he used the front door (and I’m not sure he knew to use the other door in that ep) but still at least he remembered to use the correct door in 11x02.

11x03

This is where it got noticeable.. strap in, here we go:

5. Taking Franny to School

He took her to the wrong school. This is the same person that knows the Southside perhaps better than his kids (lol), like the back of his hand! He not only took her to the wrong school but a middle/grade school. Franny is in elementary/preschool school. You can see in WHM’s face here that Frank was confused...

6. Uncle V and Aunt Kev

Maybe just a comedic slip up, but Frank calls Kev and V “Uncle V and Aunt Kev” as opposed to what they really are. Maybe he forgot? I’m reaching LOL.

7. Debbie Is Not Fiona

Frank talks about one of his favorite MEMORIES with Franny’s mom: Debbie, but “oh no, maybe that was Fiona”. Small moment, typical Frank but... nonetheless, poor memory. The writers are smart by mentioning Fiona in this scene... it’s “a Fiona mention”, we’re going to remember this, and that’s probably why they did it.

8. The Paper Store

Yeah, this was the first red flag for me and if I can recall, the moment EVERYONE knew something seemed off. Frank, walks out of the paper store with Franny and cannot remember where he is, or where they are headed. Once he is reminded of their “goals” for the day (by Franny, a five year old) he proceeds to head to the paper store... Franny once again let’s him know that they already went there and Frank notices the paper already in his (Franny’s) backpack. Ouch.

11x04

9. The Nation of Islam

Ooo this one hurt! After Frank suggests to visit The Nation of Islam in an attempt to get their help to get rid of the Milkoviches, him, Kev, and Liam do. We SEE them go there. It’s a whole scene, so later in the episode when Frank suggests to go ask them for help AGAIN as if it were a completely new idea, we as an audience know they already did that. As Kevin says they “JUST did that”. Frank forgot. Shit.

11x05

10. Mrs.McCurdy

Frank discusses with Kev about murdering Mrs.McCurdy, later he tries to murder her. We see it, we remember it becaue she grabbed Frank’s dick. It was funny, the scene evoked laughter, it forces the audience to remember it. Frank mindlessly walks into The Alibi and Kev asks Frank if he “did the thing”. Now at first Frank is confused. They were using “quotation talk” earlier so yeah I get it, but then when Kevin is more direct with Frank, Frank thinks Kev is implying that he had sex with Mrs.McCurdy... Frank is clearly confused. Only then does Kev point out that he meant MURDER. Frank takes a second, again if you watch he does not know what Kev is talking about, but then it hits him, and he remembers. Thus continuing the convo like nothing.

11x06

11. Monica

Now this one REALLY hurt. Frank’s first scene of the episode is a sex scene between him and Letty. She’s blonde, and Frank calls her Monica. He truly believes he is sleeping with Monica, only Monica is dead, she been since season seven. When Letty mentions that she isn’t Monica (thinking Frank calling her that was only a sex thing), we see WHM’s brilliant preformence once again. Frank doesn’t know what Letty means, he thinks she’s Monica. Then when he realizes she isn’t, he gets this lost dejected look on his face. He’s confused and knows that he keeps getting confused.

Frank says “I gotta get to work”. Letty asks him where he works and Frank is left bewildered.

12. Seven

Okay so remember Frank and Franny’s adventure in 11x03? Frank visits a dry cleaners to get some weed. They make a point of Franny saying that Frank will pay SEVEN for the weed. No offer is made and Frank must get it somewhere else. Throughout the episode Frank refterences SEVEN to Kev & V as the asking price to sell. We as an audience are forced to remember SEVEN. Also in 11x03, as Debbie frantically looks for Frank/Franny, she visits the dry cleaners where they were (retracing their steps). We as an audience have been there twice.

Now, in 11x06 Frank goes to pick up an order but like, we already saw him go there episodes ago. When the woman behind the counter literally tells him she has nothing for him and he argues with her, WE KNOW she is right. Once again, Frank forgot. I’m so sad. Not only that but Kev and V don’t have Frank going on runs anymore. Ian & Mickey are doing it... Frank is legit lost and forgot that he’s not doing that anymore, Kev tells him he’s not in 11x04.

Ms.G even says to Frank that she doesn’t need to write anything down to remember it because the “Mind’s a steel trap”. She doesn’t owe him... she can use her mind to remember where Frank cannot. The irony.

13. Pedestrian, Blue, Handlebar (abc)

a) Frank getting hit in the head results in him having a visit to the hospital where a nurse discovers that Frank has no clue how he got there and more specifically, how he got hit in the first place.

b) The saddest part, when asked his name he remembers FRANK. But has to look down at her sheet to know his last name is GALLAGHER. This is the man who walks around saying “It’s up to Frank Gallagher to save the neighborhood”. He forgot his last name.

c) The scene goes on, the nurse asks him to remember three words: pedestrian, blue, and handlebar. They discuss other things, then she asks him to tell her those words. It’s so abundantly clear that Frank just cannot. He doesn’t remember. He was told like 30sec ago and gets, for the first time ASHAMED. He’s the most shameless person ever (hence the title of the show) but now the tides have turned. He “doesn’t wanna play this game anymore”. Frank can recognize AGAIN that he is confused, only now he is forced to face it. The nurse noticed, she runs some tests and Frank learns that he has early stages of alcoholic dementia. This isn’t his liver, he can’t get a new one, this is his brain.

14. + 15. Letty & Terry

Just two bonuses, Frank wanders aimlessly into the Alibi again (like in 11x05) because it’s routine for him. Letty calls him over. Frank forgot they were supposed to meet there. :(

Frank and Terry on the porch: Maybe it’s just bad writing or they were trying to make a point but like a “Gallagher-Milkovich War” never happened??? We watched the show for 11 seasons... Also are the Milkoviches actually from Poland Frank? I’ll excuse that one cuz Ian mentioned it too, but I thought they wer Ukrainian. These seem like writing mistakes tho so oops.

Things He Might Be Able To Remember

Frank has his and Franny’s name tattooed on his body... he literally forgot his last name at the hospital. And if he forgets a bunch in 11b then that’ll be the payoff for the tattoo... he might not know why the tattoo is there or who the people are listed on his arm, or even what it means exactly, but he will know that Frank loves Franny.

Where he lives. Frank never threw out the paper with his diagnosis. He might remember his home, however the conflict comes in the fact that the Gallaghers might be selling it. He needs to be around people/places that are familiar to him. This could jeopardize his memory.

The Alibi is where Frank seems to just walk to or go to whenever he has no clue where he is or going but it’s subtle. I could see him getting lost and no one knowing where he is and Frank just being at the Alibi beacuse idk muscle memory? He’s on autopilot.

Early stages of ALCOHOLIC Dementia can improve. Like if maybe Frank were to tell someone and if he wasn’t removed from the Gallagher house, and oh I don’t know if Frank STOPPED DRINKING, he could remember. But I don’t think we’re heading in that direction, especially if the house is sold, and let’s face it... it looks that way.

Fiona? Will he forget her... this all feels reminiscent of 4x11.

Other Characters Finding Out

Franny, Kevin, and Liam, are the only people who have REALLY been subject to the possibility of noticing... but think about it. Franny is too young to notice anything, Kevin is not the brightest bulb, he doesn’t seem to realize it either, and Liam was exposed to it once, but at that time he was so scared about the Milkoviches that he didn’t notice it. Maybe if he saw it again, he would. Liam is smart enough.

I wonder if the Gallaghers will just find out the hard way (,like those stills from 11x08 are making me think,) or if anyone will begin to seriously pick up on it. I intially thought they would show Frank forgetting in front of each character until someone was able to notice but scratch that. They seem to be setting Lip up on the “alcoholic path” this season, (and I may go more into depth about that one another time, it’s another big post if I do get into it). But what will the Gallagher’s reactions/feelings be towards Frank’s diagnosis? Mickey and Ian had many Terry/Frank discussions in 11x06 literally setting up for it. It hurt when they all kept dismissing Frank because yup, they don’t know yet. They would have to help him in order to keep his memory maintained, but that’s the thing... Frank’s pride. He might deny their help even if they actually were to give it to him... Either way, I’m “looking forward” to see how this all unravels and how everyone finds out and what their reactions will be, which brings me to my final topic:

Aftermath...

So what happens? Will they sell the house, potentially causing Frank to forget? Will he not know his kids, his history? Will he die? Will Frank finally stop drinking... yeah I doubt that... So what WILL happen? Will the Gallaghers be left to take care of Frank? Will they even do that? Will he remember them?

What if in 1x01 Frank’s narration IS his memory? We see him talking about his kids to someone? It circles back? I don’t know, but either way I expect this whole thing to pull on our heartstrings. When the rest of the regulars find out... it’s gonna get real, and rough.

Interesting stuff coming up in 11b I’m sure. Let’s see how this plays out for our Protagonist and Patriarch: Frank Gallagher.

Omg, if you read through this, you are so cool and I really really appreciate you! Please send me an ask or write a note, I would love to get your take on the matter. 💙

Hope you enjoyed this analysis and I hope it didn’t go on too long.

#frank gallagher #season 11 #shameless season 11 #shameless #gallavich #dementia #my lists

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