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mothdruid · 7 months

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I Wish You Would

pairing. Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x afab!reader

word count. 3.3k

warnings. ANGST!!

author's note. this is for @laracrofted 1989 writing challenge. my song was I Wish You Would. and a special thanks goes out to @withahappyrefrain, @bobfloydsbabe, and @rae-gar-targaryen for letting me use your OC's as the bride and wedding dates for the daggers in this fic. well, here is some angsty angst for you all. also, the venue i'm writing about is a real place called The Farmhouse Siloam, and this is the dress I wrote the reader in.

The invitation had arrived earlier that year. It didn’t shock you that Jake was actually getting married, but having something tangible telling you was a little odd. Danica and Jake started off on an interesting foot. The way Jake had talked about her in secret wouldn’t have made it obvious, but once you all met Danica everything about the relationship made sense. She was the exact kind of woman that drove Jake crazy, in a good way. That’s one thing you and Bradley had always agreed on. That Hangman would hang the stars for his Venus, something you found out Bradley would have trouble doing for you.

The relationship hadn’t been terrible, honestly, it was the best relationship you had ever had. One that you thought about regularly, even though you continually told everyone you were over it. So, when Jake and Danica gave you the heads up that they were also inviting Bradley, you gave them questioning looks. Why would that even matter? It was their wedding anyways, they could invite whoever they wanted. It’s not like that final not was still something you thought about daily. But how would they had known that? They couldn’t have when you always told them the opposite.

Neither of you were bad people, but that night would have told anyone the opposite. Both of your words were laced with venom, neither one of you knowing how to convey your thoughts properly. It wasn’t like either of you, but things had gotten out of hand quick. One thing lead to another, escalating past the point of control.

An uneven breath passed your lips while you looked in the mirror. The dress you had picked was something simple. A two strap summery dress with a bustier built in. It was covered in a muted pastel floral print. Cielo and Abby had helped you pick it out. You bought it with the thought of being able to wear it again, and not to draw the attention of anyone specific.

Even though you and Bradley ended on poor terms, you still yearned for him. Almost two years later and you still wished for something. But you weren’t just hoping and wishing for him to reach out to you, you were also wishing you could have changed things. Wished you would have never hung up on him. Wished that maybe you wouldn’t have said the things you did. Wished that you would have swallowed your pride and reached out. Too many wishes, but it was all in the past and you couldn’t change it now.

All you could do now was face the day. Face the fact that you would be seeing him again. Face the emotions that were going to resurface.

You did a small twirl, calming your nerves in the process. If anything you could hide with Mickey, Cielo, Abby, Bob, and Reuben if things became too much. Or at least just Cielo and Abby. No matter what, you would survive. Ignoring the sensation tightening in your chest, you moved to the bathroom to finish your makeup.

Bradley stared at himself in the dressing room mirror, ignoring all of those who were fluttering around him. He had known about this day for a long time. Hell, he knew when Jake decided he was going to propose. Jake had immediately sent him and Javy a picture of the ring. Eager. That was all Bradley had thought about it. Bradley had a slightly pessimistic view on love now.

After his last relationship, he took a break from love. It was too painful, the only thing in the world that could hurt everyone. Even those whose walls were so high, heart so guarded. Those like Bradley.

Love had been the most damaging thing in Bradley’s life. The love for his father? Heart breaking. The love for his mother? Life altering. The love he had once felt for Maverick? Trust breaking. The love he had for you? World crumbling. It wasn’t worth it anymore in his mind. He had tried it multiple times, each time ending in pain.

The pain he had felt with you had been different though. It was a shared one, a pain he could tell that you were also experiencing. It wasn’t like when his dad just never returned home, or when his mom took her final breath in the hospital, or when Mav set him back. All of that had been one sided, him being the only one being hurt. But when he saw the tears roll down your cheeks, the way your chest heaved with each breath. That finally click he heard when you hung up. The ache in his chest as he stared at the phone, deciding not to call you back.

Yeah, you had been the one to hang up, but Bradley had been the one who did nothing. He didn’t do anything in that moment except let you slip through his fingers, like sand in an hour glass. He regretted it to this day. Knowing he should have at least reached out but didn’t. It was one of the biggest mistakes of his life. He finally popped his collar up then ran the tie for his suit around it.

He hadn’t been this dressed up, outside of his Navy regalia, in a long time. The last time he remembered was for your cousins wedding. A smile drifted to his lips, but only a small one, as he recalled the way you had tied his tie for him. Your face was so calm and focused, threading the material through the knot and tightening it up for him. His own hands followed the same pattern that yours once did. He was never able to capture it completely, but he always preferred how you had tied his ties.

“Crazy, huh?” Javy said while grabbing Bradley’s shoulder and pulling him close.

“That’s one word for it,” Bradley let out a little chuckle.

The two of them sat there for a moment, silence over taking them. Javy's bright smile faded a little when he met Bradley’s gaze in the mirror. Javy wasn’t oblivious to what today meant for Bradley, Jake neither. Jake had told Bradley immediately when Danica sent out invitations. Bradley was happy you would be there, seeing the union of two amazing friends. But he couldn’t ignore the anxiety festering in his chest.

“If you need anything, just ask man.”

“Thanks.”

Throughout the entire ceremony you had fought the urge to throw up. Which now lead to you in the bathroom, waiting for your nausea to calm down. It was the worst symptom of anxiety you got, that and the tightness in your chest. You didn’t think that seeing Bradley would do this to you. You had been preparing and hyping yourself up all morning, only for him to crack it all with one look. A look he didn’t even return.

You moved to the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror. That’s when you noticed something that you didn’t catch prior. Well, you had ‘caught’ it, but didn’t realize the full extent of your choice in lipstick. It was Bradley’s favorite shade. It was a soft neutral, one you wore cause it went with everything. Bradley had loved it because, “It just makes you glow”, or at least that was what he had told you. Your fingertips almost brushed your lips, but you stopped yourself and simple smiled.

The reception was gorgeous, the entire thing had been gorgeous. It was an outdoor venue, a boho-esque farm house that had been transitioned into a wedding venue. People were swarming everywhere, waiting to the newly weds and wedding party to show up for things to officially start. You made your way up the steps of the outdoor pavilion, looking around only to find familiar faces staring back at you. Danica and Jake had been kind enough to put all their good friends at the same table. Bob and Mickey both noticed you at the same time, alerting everyone else at the table of your presence.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Reuben said as he stood to pull your chair out for you.

“As if I wouldn’t miss this,” you replied while sitting down.

“That’s right, can’t stay away from us,” Mickey said with a big grin.

The night had moved fast. Dinner had been an event, Javy making his way over to your guys table to greet everyone. Jake and Danica eventually came over too, only after making sure to say hello to all the extended family, which Mickey was claiming you all were a part of. You, Cielo, Abby, and Natasha had talked about the struggles of finding the perfect guest dresses. Bob chiming in to say that you all looked phenomenal, only to turn red when you all complimented him back while Abby pressed a kiss to his cheek. The only person that was missing from your group was Bradley.

Your anxiety about the situation had subsided when the wedding party walked in. Bradley had actually looked at you, even gave you a small smile. The butterflies you had felt weren’t brand new, but they weren’t something you had felt in a long time. They were a regular thing Bradley used to give you, no matter how comfortable you had become with him. Butterflies on your one year anniversary, two year, and even three year.

Your gazes didn’t stop meeting throughout the entirety of dinner. He calmly sat at the wedding party table, disappearing at some point. The thought about finding him had crossed your mind, but you decided to stay seated, a small amount of anxiety winning that battle. It was a good thing though, the first dance starting only a few minutes after you made the decision.

All of you sat there mesmerized by the gorgeous couple dancing. They looked so seamless together, making your heart swell with fondness for the both of them. After the first dance was the dances they had with their parents. Danica with her father, Jake with his mother. All of it, everything was making something inside of you sad. Not for the people around you, but for the fact that you could have had this.

The night continued though. About forty-five minutes had passed since the music and dancing had started. You were sitting at your assigned table while sipping your wine. It had been your second glass. Even though you wanted to get really drunk, you decided not to. It wasn’t the time nor place, and seeing Bradley didn’t fully constitute it. But there was a still a part of you, one that was becoming a little overwhelming, was yearning for him.

A slow song had started to play, many people dispersing from the dance floor. It wasn’t the first slow song and it wouldn’t be that last. During the first slow song, Reuben had asked if you wanted to dance at one point after seeing the saddened look on your face. You had politely declined though, and Reuben confirmed that he understood. The two of you instead had sat at the table and watched all the varying couples on the floor. Jake and Danica, Javy and Natasha, Bob and Abby, Mickey and Cielo. The first time you didn’t take notice to Bradley’s presence, trying to ignore the silent plea inside of you.

Your heart was screaming at you, telling you to just walk over. It was wishing that you would simply go up and talk to him. Wishing that he would come talk to you. Wishing for so much that would probably never happen.

But this time you did notice his presence.

That’s because he wasn’t there, completely absent from the pavilion.

The day was going better than Bradley had anticipated.

So what if his chest was filled to the brim with regret and anxiety. He could get over that. What he couldn’t get over was how beautiful everything was. The venue looked like something from out of a movie, Danica truly looked like Venus, and it was perfect. Including you. Before he even walked down the dirt path they called the aisle, his eyes were locked on you.

How could they not be?

After countless days and nights he had spent with you. The very image of you was seared into his soul, being able to immediately pick you out before even seeing your face. You looked as beautiful as ever. It made his heart race, now being faced with the reality that he was only a mere twenty feet away from you. So, he made sure not to make eye contact throughout the entire ceremony. It was harder than he thought it would be. All he wanted to do was look at you, but he forced himself not to.

That was until the reception started. When he walked up the steps of the pavilion his heart was hammering. The DJ announced his name and he walked through, eyes finally meeting yours. It was brief, but it was enough to make his mind spin. He immediately noticed the color of your lips. It was his color, the one he had always loved on you. The one that made you look radiant, complimenting you in all the best ways. It had always grabbed his attention. It wasn’t an extravagant color, but you made it extravagant.

And you continued to keep his attention all night. His eyes followed you, adverting away fast enough for you not to notice when you looked his direction. It was borderline painful watching you with all of his friends. They were your friends too, but the two of you hadn’t been around all of them at the same time in forever. Not actual forever, but that’s what it felt like to Bradley. More like a lifetime.

All he kept thinking was about how foolish he had been. Wishing all over again that he would have done just something. Called you back, sent a text, or simply just not disappear out of your life. But at the time he thought that was the best thing. Only after did he realize how dumb he actually had been. He had to leave the pavilion for a moment, getting fresh air to relieve himself. He returned only a few minutes later.

Then when Jake and Danica started the first dance he started to feel sick. If he would have been better, that could have been the two of you. He could have seen you in one of those gorgeous white gowns. All he saw when he pictured it was you as an ethereal being. This all had to be karma, finally coming around to bite him in the ass. And it didn’t stop either. Watching everyone take their partner, arms wrapped lovingly around them.

Watching how Bob softly moved a stray strand of hair from Abby’s face. The bright smile that Mickey brought to Cielo. Even the way Natasha was laughing at Javy's dumb jokes. He wished that he could have been like that with you. Whisking you around the floor, whispering in your ear about how lucky he was to have you. But it was simply a wish, nothing more.

So Bradley left.

He didn’t want to sit with the regret and pain anymore. The memories of how foolish he had been to let you slip through his hands. He made his way out of the pavilion, dress shoes hitting the grass quickly as he walked a little bit away from the pavilion. Warm deep breaths filled his lungs as he stared out at the sky. Hues of orange and pink were starting to blend in with the clouds.

Not even a minute later did he hear someone coming down the pavilion steps. He waited for a moment, hoping he would hear the steps hit the stone path, but they didn’t. The small sound of shifting grass was creeping closer to him, making hm let out a sigh. He was whole heartedly expecting to see Javy, maybe even Nat in tow. But when he turned around he was much more surprised.

“Hi,” you said barely above a whisper.

“I.. Hi,” Bradley greeted back.

The two of you stood there for a moment, staring at one another. Bradley’s eyes had brightened, a soft smile pulling at his lips. Which you mimicked, offering your own small smile at him. Neither of you knew exactly what to say. It didn’t feel awkward, but it wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable either. You looked up, seeing the gorgeous colors of the sky. Bradley looked up to see a little more pink had settled in the sky.

“It’s beautiful,” you said.

“It really is,” Bradley replied.

There were a few beats of silence before you spoke again.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” you didn’t look at him, keeping your gaze towards the sky.

Bradley looked at you though, wondering why you would ask that question. You had never bothered him ever, he just sucked at showing how much he cared about you. Sucked so much he couldn’t even properly show it to you.

“You never have,” Bradley decided it was a now or never thing.

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow to act like you had no idea what he was implying. A breathy half laugh passed your lips as you stared at him now. You waited for a moment, hoping he might retract it or something. That never came though, so you dropped the slightly confused expression from your face.

“Bradley, I didn’t mean it like that,” your smile was gone now.

Bradley nodded, “I know, but there was a lot I wanted to say and never did.”

Those bubbles of anxiety were floating back into your chest, threatening to pop at any moment. But there were things that you had never said either. It was now or never, say your peace or forever hold it.

“There’s a lot I never said either,” you started to fiddle with your hands, a nervous habit you had always had.

“First, I want to say I’m sorry, genuinely,” Bradley’s eyes were sincere as he spoke, “you didn’t deserve anything that happened or that I said. I was stupid then, the emotionally capacity of a peanut.” You both let out a chuckle after that one. “And I don’t expect everything to be magically okay, but I just wanted to apologize and say”, he paused briefly, “that I miss you.”

It felt like your heart had broken into two. Everything you had ever seen in the media was telling you to ditch him, tell him to fuck off. But you couldn’t, because you completely understood what he was saying. You felt the exact same way. Ever since he left it was like you were missing something, double checking every time you left your apartment.

“Bradley, I’m miss you too,” you grabbed his hand as you spoke.

His hand encapsulated yours. The warmth was something familiar yet distant. He had always ran a bit warmer than you, something you had always appreciated. A soft smile appeared on his face once more. He rubbed his thumb lightly on the back of your hand. Neither of you were sure how much time had truly passed since you found him, but another slow song started to play in the distance. Bradley let out a small huff that caught your attention.

“What?” You asked.

“I just… I’ve been meaning to ask you all night,” Bradley started, “would you like to dance?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

The two of you stayed there in the grass. Bradley kept you close to him, hands resting on your waist. You rested your head on his chest while your arms where wrapped around his neck. It was peaceful, anxiety melting off the both of you. It wasn’t completely perfect, but it was something the both of you had wished for.

#1989tgm #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw angst #rooster angst #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster fanfic

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jrooc · 4 months

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w e e k l y ✳️ t a g ✳️ w e d n e s d a y

Thanks for the questions @darlingian and the tag @mybrainismelted

Choose a fandom: Shameless!

How did you first hear about it?: It was on Netflix. Maybe someone said I should check it out? I immediately became hooked and watched it through 7 times in a row. Do you own any merch?: No but I want. I have a couple of fics-turned-novels printed if that counts What thing involving this fandom do you think non fans would be surprised to hear?: How passionate the fandom is about Gallavich Favourite character?: Mickey Milkovich. In 5 words explain why they're your fave: Mouth, Eyes, He's soft and hard at the same time and loves so big (that's 5 right?)

Choose another fandom: Shameless again (copying Kat here cause same) What's your least favourite thing about the source material?: Oh god. A lot which is how I started reading fics. Everything the writers did to Mickey S6-10 (S7 eps excepted). Yevvy storyline. Mandy's not at the wedding? A lot of S11. Why they made all the characters a bit of a joke of themselves by the end (sweet Kev). Favourite ship: Gallavich. Best fanfic: My favourite is Old Rules for New Side Pieces but could never choose a best! Describe the vibe of the fandom in 5 words: Joy, Welcoming, Warm, Talented, Fun

What's your name backwards?: Ssej Tell me how old you are the way a three year old might: Old What is your favourite icecream?: Also don't love ice cream but probably something boring like strawberry. Or moose tracks. Tell me something you wish more people knew about you: I'm almost always sarcastic. I don't seem like I'd be as awkward as I am. Where is home for you?: Where my cat is If you could be an anthropomorphized stuffed animal, what stuffie would you want to be?: I... don't know how to answer this. The move you wish everyone would watch: Garden State (I didn't have a great answer here) What makes you really emotional lately?: Anything to do with my physical state Are you okay?: Pretending to be, but no.

Tagging @juliakayyy @such-a-barbarian @francesrose3 @deathclassic @transmickey @skylerwinchester @stocious @dynamic-power @redwiccanrobin @creepkinginc @callivich @whatthebodygraspsnot @samantitheos Annd anyone else who wants to play!

#tag game wednesday #tag you're it #shameless #gallavich

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secret-gallavich · 7 months

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word count: 3.1k

tw: major character death, mistreatment of mental health, accidental murder, paranormal and psychological horror

THIS IS NOT A HAPPY FIC, THIS IS DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT AS IN READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS OKAY

The apartment they’ve moved into is strange. Strange because it’s new, strange because it’s big and strange because it’s theirs. There are no siblings running around, no nieces and nephews crying and absolutely no racist asshole neighbours. Well, they haven’t met all of their new neighbours but the ones they have met aren’t.

Mickey and Ian have been searching for cheap furniture at all the second hand shops in the richer neighbourhoods and it’s really paid off. They own an actual kitchen table, with chairs that all match which is an amazing accomplishment. They splurged a little bit more on a new mattress and couch but it was definitely worth it in the end. They have a fucking sideboard in their hallway with a mirror above it and a fucking place to put their shoes under it. They’re like actual married adults now.

Now that they’ve been here for close to six months, it’s starting to feel more and more like home everyday and Mickey doesn’t feel as homesick as he used to. They’ve got framed pictures on the hallway walls like every other stupid married couple and they love it. Love seeing their wedding photos as soon as they walk in their front door and miscellaneous prints they’ve found for cheap.

It’s been so good for so long, living in a blissful marriage life that Mickey forgets that things can go bad.

read the full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50902825

#shameless #gallavich #whumptober #dead dove do not read #tw murder #tw major character death #tw horror

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whatwouldmickeydo · 1 year

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tag game tuesdayyyy (on a tuesday!!)

thank you macy @celestialmickey I am smooching your cute lil cheek right now

thank you to a few sweet potatoes for tagging me @heymrspatel @creepkinginc @energievie @howlinchickhowl 💕✨

name: leah

age: 3 and 30

pronouns: she/they

when is your birthday: september 27

where do you call home: the garden state

do you have any pets: oui oui, a kitty named freya, she is my pride and joy

current favorite musical artist: harkening back to high school and re-enjoying Green Day

what do you do for work: I am a job coach/employment specialist for Deaf folks who have developmental disabilities!

if you could have lunch with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be: all my friends who live all over the globe right now

what are you wearing right now: black collared shirt with white hearts all over it, ripped jeans, big ass glasses that are half leopard print and half blue

you’re going back to school, what’s your major: hmm probably something related to therapy and/or social work

last fanfic or book you read: this very cute post engagement fic by @sam-loves-seb

and finally, share a happy memory with me: gonna have to be this past weekend with my beautiful loves, taking silly pictures in the museum, eating yummy desserts and tomato pie, pointing out every doggy we saw ✨

tagging a bunch of sugar plums @gardenerian @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @smokey-mickey @gallawitchxx @metalheadmickey @iansfreckles @rereadanon @squidyyy23 @whatthebodygraspsnot @abundanceofnots @y0itsbri

#there are so many events and activities coming up that I just know are gonna be happy memories and I really wanted to preemptively put them #these next few months my cup will runneth over #ask game

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awkwardlyfangirly · 1 year

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I read the father Donnie fic and I loved your writing! Do you think we could get a father fic for Leo? I saw some of your ideas for him in Donnie’s and it was adorable!

WOOOOO your patience has PAID OFF timberreader HERE IS YOUR FIC

also an anon said:

yo your fics are literally so well-written, but some of them make me so sad-

but yeah keep up the good work :)

and this is ALSO FOR YOU, ANON. SOME FLUFF FOR YOU

sorry y'all i know it's been Ages and Ages and Ages i am begging forgiveness

and I'm sorry i know it's short and maybe not great but. i just needed to write and finish Something, ya feel :')

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Leo as a dad!

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He was fast asleep, peaceful and dreaming, his fingers twitching around his pillow.

And a child took this as a personal offense.

One simple leap into the air. One simple little body aimed directly at the center of his solar plexus. And Leo’s day started with him choking and begging for oxygen on his own precious bed.

He rolled onto his side and gasped as the air chugged back into him.

“Oh my gosh,” he said, rolling back over, grabbing the child in his arms and squeezing them tight against his plastron. They squealed and squirmed, and he held them tighter. “Is that any way to greet your old man first thing in the morning?”

“Let me goooo,” they whined, and giggled, and screeched.

“Absolutely not,” Leo declared, solemnly. “Criminals must be punished.”

The offender was subjected to a merciless tickling.

“Please,” they shrieked. “Please! Ahhh!”

Finally Leo got tired, and stopped the tickling. His kid gasped for breath, and beat against his plastron. “Dad! Let me go! I’m sorry I jumped straight on your chest and knocked all your air out!!”

“Apology accepted,” Leo wheezed. Dang, he was getting old. And tickling took a lot more energy than he remembered.

“I am bored,” the kid said, squirming out of Leo’s grasp and plopping to the floor. “I’m hungry.”

“Hi, hungry. I’m Dad.” Leo shut his eyes. It would be so easy to fall back asleep. To just let himself drift off and --

“Dadddd.” The kid was tugging at his arm, trying to pull his giant turtle body to the ground. “C’mon. Make me breakfast!!”

“You know where the Pop-Tarts are!”

“Please?? Please??? Please?????? Please make the pancakes shaped like Mickey Mouse?? And like a turtle? And -”

“Fine, fine.” Leo sat up, stretched his arms wide, grabbed the kid absentmindedly as he stood up. “Well, well. Guess I’ll head to the kitchen.”

He slung his child upside-down over his shoulder. They screamed and thumped his shell with their hands.

He made sure to twist and turn as he walked, swinging the kid to and fro; they wiggled and squealed until he lifted them back up into the air and dumped them unceremoniously on the couch.

They scurried over to the kitchen and watched as Leo tied his apron around himself - a lovely blue floral print - and started on the pancake mix.

“Can I help?”

Leo glanced up; his kid was staring at him with wide open eyes; so tiny, so precious. His little mini Leo.

He grinned and beckoned them over, reaching into the drawer for a measuring cup. “Sure, kid. Come here.”

It took a little longer than usual - the kid dropped the bowl at one point, trying to make some space on the counter when Leo’s back was turned. Wet, sticky batter splattered across the floor. The kid froze, and started to cry; Leo comforted them with one hand, and got the necessary cleaning supplies out with the other.

They restarted the pancake mix, together.

Eventually the pancakes were sizzling on the skillet, and Leo was showing his kid how to tell when they were ready to flip. He had his hand over theirs, solid on the spatula’s handle, eyes trained on the pancakes. The kid’s forehead wrinkled in concentration.

They finished a decent-sized stack of pancakes, and Leo let the kid carry it to the table. They held it up triumphantly, beaming and giggling. The pancakes wobbled as they slid it onto the tabletop. Leo brought over the pancake toppings, and undid his apron.

They sat down together, and filled up their plates. They were silent as they chewed. The sunlight streamed through the window; the kid dripped syrup down their shirt.

They cleaned up the kitchen together; and afterwards, the kid fell asleep on Leo’s chest in front of the TV. He stroked their hair and listened to them snore.

“You did a good job with the pancakes,” he whispered. (They didn’t hear him or respond, being asleep.) “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat another pancake again.” He ran his fingers over the kid’s forehead; they stirred and mumbled.

“I love you,” Leo whispered, feeling his child breathe against him.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #my writing #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction #rottmnt fanfic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfic

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chicanomick · 1 year

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If you love them, let them go (and if you love yourself don't look back)

I feel bad for not interacting and I know I got a couple asks building dust in my ask box and tag games that are getting old so take this short little fic as an apology!

Read on ao3

Ian and Mickey decided to expand their business outside of Chicago. Well, Ian thought it was a good idea and spent two whole months practically begging Mickey to 'just think it over'. In the end they settled on expanding towards Juliet but not past LaSalle. Maybe if all went well they could also send a group out to Aurora.

It took less convincing for Ian to agree to a week long vacation because, technically, it isn't a vacation. They're going to meet some potential clients and scope out possible buildings to rent out or buy and turn into offices. If they just so happen to visit a bar at the end of the day or go take a stroll around a park hand in hand between clients, big fucking deal, they're the bosses and they can do whatever they want.

So they go to a bar and grill at 6pm after meeting with their last potential client. It's nothing fancy, but defiantly better than the local bars and restaurants they frequent back home.

Mickey gets to wear the skull print button up Carl got him for Christmas two years ago, with a Johnny cash tee peeking out from under the unbuttoned shirt, and his good black skinny jeans. Ian wears a simple green polo with some ripped jeans and matching jeans jacket.

"Looking good Gallagher," Ian turns around to find his husband looking at him through the mirror. Mickey is touching up his hair and smirking at him. Ian blushes, no matter how many years they've been married, Mickey's compliments and attention still have him preening like a teenager. To hide his sudden bashfulness Ian rolls his eyes and slaps Mickey's ass on his way out of the bathroom. "Hurry up or I'm leaving without you."

Ian is only halfway through the motel's parking lot when Mickey is joining their hands together. The distance is short enough that they could have walked comfortably but after a long day of business they like to have the luxury of driving to their destination. Enjoy the perks of being car owners for the first time in their entire lives.

The Bar and Grill is more of a new and upcoming sports bar than anything. There is hardly any waiting time but the bar is filled with 20 year olds yelling at the TVs eating wings and drinking from the tap.

They settle in a familiar routine as soon as the waitress leaves them with their menus. Ian reaches for Mickey's hand and listens to him complain about the prices. "I could make this at home, and for cheap!"

Ian laughs and skims the menu for anything vaguely familiar, "As if. We don't even have a grill." Mickey shrugs and flips the laminated page over.

"Are we ready to order or do you need more time?" The waitress comes over with two glasses of water and pulls out her note pad.

"I think we need more time." Ian answers, knowing his husband won't.

"Alright, reminder that we have a special for unlimited tap if you get two orders or more of wings and we added molten lava cake to our dessert menu."

She nods in response to Ian's 'thank you' and leaves them to their menus. Ian is briefly distracted by the sound of a large group of women entering the building but his attention is back on his husband when he feels Mickey's hold on his hand tighten.

"What do you think of the bacon burger?"

"I think the doctor told you to cut back on fried goods."

"Oh yeah? Then why did you bring me to some wanna be pub? Not very caring husband of you Gallagher."

Ian hums, "How about a salad."

"You shut your mouth."

Ian laughs and feels his cheeks redden at the sight of Mickey's smile.

Mickey orders a bacon burger and Ian gets an Italian Beef.

They sip on their beers and comment on the clearly college students screaming at the screens. They make fun of the professional wrestlers and scoff at the old man wearing a cubs jersey to a building decorated with white sox flags.

When their food reaches the table and Ian switches his beers for a soft drink and they eat in silence. It's a comfortable silence. A silence they achieved after years spent attached at the hip.

When there is nothing new to share but their company. Something Ian will never grow tired of. Simply eating and openly sneaking glances at his beautiful husband across the table while their feet touch under the table.

It's only when he is pretending to not be looking at Mickey when he finally gets caught starring that he allows himself to glance over at the group of women that came in earlier.

They sit at a booth in the corner of the room, behind Mickey. They're unapologetically loud and drinking from the pitcher at the center of the table. Ian rakes his eyes through each one, doing a double taken when he sees a familiar face.

Squeezed between two brunets sits a blond with heavy dark lashes and downward almond shaped eyes. She looks away from the woman currently speaking, as if sensing someone staring at her and looks straight at Ian.

A piece of his soggy Italian deef gets caught in his throat, quickly he averts his eyes and reaches for his sprite in hopes to stop the cough threatening to escape.

Mickey frowns and reaches across the table for his unoccupied hand, "Whoa there, red. All good?"

Ian shakes his head and risks a glance back towards the table. He sees her, Mandy, put down her lipstick stained cup and lean over to say something to the brunet beside her, looking straight at Ian.

"Mick, I think I just saw Mandy." Ian sees Mickey's facial features morph from concern to straight up shock. The brunette leans back, looking visibly winded but also disbelieving before his gaze turns distant. He's looking at Ian without seeing him.

Behind Mickey, Mandy stands up and begins to make her way towards them but stops a couple steps away from her own table. Hesitant.

She scrunches her nose in question as her gaze wanders from his, no doubt, spooked face to the back of Mickey's head, definitely not recognizing her brother.

Ian doesn't blame her. He returns his gaze towards Mickey and really takes him in. His hand still holding his, nice clothing without a scratch or stain in sight. Washed hair carefully combed back. A single earring in his right ear and a silver watch, not stolen or gifted but bought, on his wrist. A ring on his left hand.

"Are you sure?" Mickey asks, "What's she doing? How's she look? Did she see you?"

Ian looks back towards Mandy and smiles. Of course Mickey would ask how she's doing.

Mandy seems to take the smile as a yes to whatever unspoken question she had asked with a squint in her eyes and a crunch of her nose. They were always like that, Ian and Mandy, able to communicate a hundred things without saying a single word.

Ian wondered, as Mandy made her way towards them, if he looked as changed as she did.

Her hair cut just under her chin, curled and blond. Diamond earrings with a matching delicate necklace. Maniculed hands pulling down the hem of her white dress where it had ridden up when she stood up, shoulders back, head held high, looking taller and more confident. Healthier. Happier.

"She's coming over."

Mickey sits up and his grip on Ian's hand gets impossibly tighter. "What the fuck do you mean she's-"

"Well, well, well, as I live and breathe. If it ain't the infamous Ian C. Gallagher."

Ian smiles and stands up. Taking the remaining three steps to reach her he pulls her in for a hug. "In the flesh!" Despite the skin tight dress he can't feel her ribs. He smiles impossibly wider.

"In the flesh and out of the south side! What are you doing here?" Mandy steps back but doesn't spare a glance at the table where her brother is chugging his beer, looking anywhere but at them.

"Out on a business trip you could say. Decided to treat the husband to a meal." Ian smiles down at her and lifts his left hand, feeling like every cliche engaged white woman in ever romcom ever.

Mandy's eyes practically fall out of her head as she takes his hand in hers and spins his ring on his finger carefully, taking in every detail. "I don't know whether to be jealous, angry, or absolutely over the moon."

Ian laughs and lets her examine the ring a while longer as he looks over to Mickey only to find him already staring at them, spinning his own ring around his finger with his thumb, empty bottle held so tight in his other hand that it could break.

"Mandy," Ian starts as Mickey's eyes grow wider and he slowly shakes his head, "I'd like you to meet the love of my life."

Mandy finally looks up, smiling wide, and turns around to face the table.

Everything seems to freeze the moment the two Milkovich sibling's eyes meet. Ian feels Mandy's hand grow clammy with cold sweat while he watches Mickey's grip on the bottle finally begins to loosen.

Mandy moves first, her heels loud against the fake wood floors as she marches her way towards her brother, tackling him in a hug. Mickey would have fallen over if he didn't think fast enough to place one foot flat on the floor. His arms immediately wrap around his little sister causing her to let out a wet laugh that sounded more like an air of surprise leaving her lips.

"Geez Mands, you went and grew up on me." Mickey pulls back and holds her face in his hands. Hair puffing up under his hands as he runs his eyes over her face. The lack of piercing and heavy makeup around her eyes to hide eye bags and bruises. The absence of her bangs making her once rounded face change into something sharper, more grown.

"Speak for yourself asshole. Out and around Mr. Gallagher, huh?" Mandy's eyes flickered wildly, taking in every detail of her brother's face because, here he sat, after so many years. Not a single scar on his face, smelling of cologne and wearing clothes so out go his style. But maybe it is his style. Maybe he's finally found himself like she has. No longer afraid of to explore who they are and who they’re allowed to be.

And then mickey laughs. And that's it, isn't it? After all these years, this is Mickey Milkovich. Shiny new and changed, but not different.

"Shut the fuck up." Mickey pushes her back long enough to stand before pulling her into a hug. Mandy could count the amount of times she hugged her brother on one hand. All four hugs, one hand. And now Mickey has hugged her twice in the past 30 seconds.

Ian sits back down while Mickey finally releases his best friend. For a while they all just sit in their silence, staring at each other, until the waiter stops by and hands the couple their check.

"You can pay at the front when you're ready, will you need any boxes?" They shake their head no and the waiter smiles before rushing off to the next table.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Mickey breaks the silence just as Mandy asks, "When was the wedding?" and Ian says, "How have you been?"

They laugh and Ian takes a sip of Mickey's beer as his husband stands up.

"Imma go pay, you two catch up." And if Mickey picks up the check and heads for the bathroom instead of the front desk Ian doesn't pay it any mind. Knows from experience Mickey needs some time alone to collect himself.

Mandy smooths the back of her dress down as she sits in Mickey's empty chair, "So, when was the wedding?"

For a moment Ian is back in high school watching as his best friend sits in front of him at lunch, talking about some cheerleader with grass stains on her back and complaining about her asshole brothers. One of which Ian got married to.

"Four years ago."

"Oh wow, and no invite?"

It was said jokingly but the way Mandy didn't look up and instead chose to poke around Mickey's left over fries told Ian she was hurt.

"Well, we would have loved to have you be there with us. But with everything being so last minute, and Terry, and not knowing where you were or what you were doing. Not an excuse but we just thought..." Ian didn't continue because honestly? He felt bad that he didn't mention her to Mickey when they were writing the invitation cards.

He thought of her, obviously, when Lip declared himself Ian's best man. He thought of her as he watched Sandy walk Mickey down the aisle. He thought about her when they celebrated their first anniversary, when they sold their Gallagher home, when they celebrated their second, third, and fourth wedding anniversary. But he never spoke about her. He never reached for his phone or asked about her. He put her in his past. He lived through some of his greatest moment and achievements and the thought of her was secondary, passing. And he felt like shit for it.

"Wait, you guys got married in Chicago? With Terry around?" Mandy watches Ian shrug his shoulders.

"Yeah, Mickey almost murdered Terry after he set the venue on fire. But we just couldn't wait, you know? And we weren't going to let him come between us. Not again."

Mandy knows what Ian's talking about. He prepares himself for what he knows she's going to ask next.

Just rip off the bandaid.

"How's Svetlana and Yev?"

Ian knows the Mandy's look of shock is because of his lack of reaction at the mention of their names. No sadness or resentment to be detected.

"To be honest? I don't fucking know. She divorced Mickey after he got himself locked up for attempt. And then she shacked up with Kev and Vee for a while before she was out the door, Yev in one arm and luggage in the other, to marry some grandpa."

Mandy's eyes are so wide her eyelashes tickle her eyebrows, causing Ian to laugh. "I mean, I hope they're doing good. She's probably widowed and loaded, already working on her next scam but uhm," Ian scratches at his eyebrow, an act he definetly picked up from Mickey, "I hope we don't hear from them soon, y'know?"

Mandy nods, "I get it," she looks over towards the mens room and catches sight of Mickey walking out and towards the front desk. "I better get going. Out with the girls, can't keep them waiting. God knows they'll want to gossip about you."

Looking behind Mandy's shoulder Ian hums in agreement as three brunettes flush red at being caught staring and turn around in their seats. "Here, let me give you my number and we can catch up some time."

Mandy smiles and nods, reaching into the top of her dress and pulling out her phone. Ian raises and brow and smirks at her, "Real classy."

Mandy smirks back and she looks 16 again. She looks beautiful. "What can I say, some things never change."

After exchanging their numbers Ian glances over to the entrance where he finds Mickey already waiting for him. "Want me to give you Mickey's number too?"

Mandy shakes her head and pockets her phone back into her bra, "Nah, but I will steal a hug."

Before he fully opens his arms, Mandy walks right past him and towards the entrance. Still standing by the table Ian takes out his wallet to leave a tip, watching the two siblings talk. He sees smiles and frowns and is enamor by the way Mickey's eyebrows move as he speaks before he leans into a hug. A long deep hug where Mickey is hiding his face in Mandy's hair and Mandy has to stand on her toes, one healed foot lifted in the air, arms tightly wrapped around her brothers neck.

Walking towards them Ian is able to hear the ends of a conversation. "-doesn't mean I love you any less."

Instead of responding Mickey looks up at Ian and nods at Mandy. Mandy turns around and Ian's surprised to see a couple tears running down her face. She softly punches his shoulder and brings him in for a hug, "Don't forget to text me, asshole."

Ian hugs her back just as tight and for old time's sake even spins her around a bit. He doesn't care if they're causing a scene.

Putting her back down Ian lets their forehead touch as he takes in the smell of her perfume and hairspray, the sounds of her giggles, and the color of her eyes. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Taking a step back Mandy looks at the couple. The happily married couple, and she can't hold back the laugh that bubbles out of her as Ian rests his arm around Mickey's shoulder while Mickey tucks his hand into Ian's back pocket.

Seeing her brother openly partake in PDA such an odd thing to bear witness of. Mandy definitely has some catching up to do.

Waving at them she turns around and walks back to her table, feeling lightheaded. Her cheeks no doubt red from how hot her face felt. Wild grin framed by ruffled hair and messed up makeup. But she was free and she was happy.

Ian and Mickey walk out and towards their car, smiling and content with the silence and each others company.

#gallavich #gallavich fanfic #shameless fic #shameless fanfiction #shameless us #yaya writes #fic

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ardent-fox · 1 year

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Tag Game Masterpost

Got tagged by some wonderful humans, including @celestialmickey, @energievie, @creepkinginc, @metalheadmickey and @look-i-love-u to complete these fun tag games, thank you and spring blossoms to each of you! 💐💙

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✨️ Tag Game Tuesday Wednesday ✨️

Name: Lyds ⚘️

Age: 34 for another 4 weeks or so 🗓

Where in the world are you? Europe, middle of nowhere📍

The meaning behind your URL: 'Ardent' is one of my favorite words, husband calls me Foxxy cause of my red hair, also it sounds like 'ardent fucks' together so cheeky win 🍑

Your second favorite color: Dusty pink 💕

Any pets? Jasper the bun 🐇

Favorite season: Spring, I feel as if I'm in love with the whole world during it, it kicked in earlier this year and I'm absolutely fine with that 🌸

Last thing you read: Galladrabbles. My brain has been doing its cute thing where it can't focus on reading or writing anything longer than that for the past few weeks 🙃

Last song you listened to: I played the Crazy Ex Girlfriend soundtrack while getting ready to go out, so Gettin' Bi (which has become an anthem of mine ngl) 🎵

What are you wearing right now? A hoodie with a crumbling print of a tattooed and pierced out princess Jasmine taking a selfie, black sweatpants and socks with chihuahuas wearing Santa hats on them, my go-to sexy at home look 😅

A hobby of yours: Writing fanfiction and planning our home makeover, both usually taking place only in my head 💭

Your comfort show or movie: Got several, going with Pride and Prejudice (the 1995 BBC miniseries) this time 📜

And finally, what are you up to today? Had a monthly supply of hay delivered to me this morning, went to a job interview that went surprisingly well, did some chores and now I'm chilling here 😎

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✨️ Tag Game Fandom Edition ✨️

Your name: Lyds 🌸

Your age: Still 34 😅

Your first fandom(s): Not sure what qualifies, but probably House M.D. 🩺

Your current fandom(s): Though my hyperfixations are always changing, Shameless/Gallavich is the only fandom I actively engage in 🧑🏼‍🤝‍🧑🏻

How did you first get into fandom? I was part of a Tim Burton/Johnny Depp RPG message board where I played 3 characters and we also used to write what I now realize was fanfiction on the spot over MSN. A bunch of us were obsessed with House M.D. and someone must have mentioned fanfiction.net to me cause I got hooked on reading Hilson and Huddy stories around the same time 👀

How long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? The RPG/House era started in 2008, but I didn't become active on Tumblr and AO3 until getting involved in the Shameless fandom as of April 2022 🗓

How often do you read fanfics? When my brain is in the right place, I'd say a couple stories a week 📱

Top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): Ian gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Castiel (still going through Supernatural and loving every bit of it) 💙

Have you ever written a fic for a fandom? If so, shout it out! Yes, still at one completed ficlet and a Galladrabble collection on my AO3, not counting the 5-6 WIPs I have in my docs 📂

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? Nope, can't draw to save my life 🙃

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: Probably not the most original one, but Mickey never liked his full name until Ian stated he thought it was beautiful. Him using it in his wedding vows is symbolic of him reconciling with the darkest parts of himself and accepting them before offering his whole self to Ian, a declaration of love for both of them in his own way. The fact that it somewhat mirrors the act of him apprehensively coming out in front of his own hostile audience, only to confidently show his self-acceptance and love for Ian in front of their favorite people 6 years later is just icing on the (wedding) cake 💖

You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. What episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? The "I can explain this" scene when Mickey gets shot in the ass and the social worker appears at the Gallagher house, it's peak Shameless madness 😄

And finally, what does fandom mean to you? A sanctuary of creativity and comfort where we can all be, make and enjoy whatever we want, the closest thing to utopia there is 🫶

Tagging @ian-galagher, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @gallawitchxx, @gardenerian, @squidyyy23, @juliakayyy, @whatwouldmickeydo, @auds-and-evens, @thisdivorce, @sleepyfacetoughguy and whoever sees this and would like to play! ✨️

#thank you all for tagging me over the last two weeks #decided to catch up on only these two games since there's too much to keep track of #tag game #tag game masterpost #fandom friends #about me

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yumedeer · 1 year

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How is he going to tell them...? 😣😔

#twisted wonderland #fic: mickey's print #dire crowley #meme #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland oc #yuu oshiro #yukiko oshiro #fic #fanfic #text #twisted wonderland meme #may 2023 #15th

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vintagelacerosette · 1 year

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myn. MYN. i need you to understand how completely and utterly floored i am by your gift!!! am i talking about the GGE yqhbr fan art or your beautiful brain? both. it’s both 😌 you are such a joy and the most incredible human and i am so lucky to know you and share this space with you. i WILL be printing it out on beautiful glossy paper and hanging it above my desk, by the way. for the joy and the smiles and the creative inspiration/motivation to keep writing & expanding upon this universe. thank you. i truly can’t say it enough. i love you beyond measure 💛✨🎄🎀

MACCCYYYY IM SIMPLY OVER THE MOON YOU LOVE IT 😭🥹💖💖💖💖

I love you too & I am unbelievably elated to help be inspiration for you 😭😫💘💘💘

Yeeeess the detail were so fun!! Yaaay Aangel numbers & 69ing 😂 I was combing over your brilliant fic to get as much details i could 😆 Also Mickey's likes is 10 for his bday & 9 for Ian's bday too 🥰

Ahh yes under the cut their red knuckles clasping each other firmly but reverently like they catch believ each other is real in the snow on their romantic walk 💙❤️💙❤️💙

^ me @ you flying to aus to give me a hug ily 😆💘

#most magnificent macy 💙💛#celestialmickey #got hand cramp from this but frankly my dearest macy it was so so worth 🥰#ask #💌

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nostalgic90s · 1 year

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Cat boy Ian developing a fixation with one of the mugs Mickey owns. As in he HAS to have it at every meal, and sometimes will sleep with it. This specific mug was a Christmas gift from Mandy, during her summer trip to Disney Land.

I wanted to include this little quirk because my sister had a cat who had a favorite mug to drink from. She refused to drink water out of faucets, bowls, and other cups (it was baffling really). However, with her favorite cup filled with water, she drank from it daily. So, at my sister’s house there’s a designated mug that’s always filled with water for the cat 😂 I was like IAN would do that. Anyway, enjoy the snippet I wrote for it. It has yet to be included with my fic but it will be :3

Mickey cautiously peels the wrapping paper off a peculiarly shaped object that’s heavy in his grip. Upon seeing it, Mickey visibly cringes. “What is this gay shit?”

Mandy rolls her eyes while saluting her brother a middle finger. “It’s a coffee mug, dumbass.”

“....” Mickey turns the oversized ceramic cup in his hands, scrutinizing it with a crinkled nose.

“Oh, come on! I thought Lion King was your favorite movie?”

“Yeah when I was like 5.”

“Jesus, why are you so difficult to please?” Mandy grabs her floral printed handbag off the floor and props it on her lap. “Well, I bought a 2nd mug in case you didn’t-”

He cuts her off saying, “I will punch you in the tits if you pull out Mickey Mouse.”

“Soooo,” Mandy looks up from her handbag, “You’ll keep Mufasa?”

“It’s Simba and yeah. I guess.”

She grins wide and smug.

“Whatever!” Mickey snaps, realizing he walked right into that one. He huffs irritably and grunts when he stands. He moves around the couch, walks into the kitchen, and opens one of the top cupboards. He shoves the novelty cup behind a stack of red solo cups and mismatched plastic plates.

Mandy’s gift will never see the light of day if Mickey has anything to do with it.

#gallavich #cat boy ian #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #disney #novelty mugs #haha i had to include a picture of the mugs #what was your favorite disney movie?#i think mine was sleeping beauty

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doodlevich · 2 years

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Never Been Better

by @camnoelgallavich and jinlin5

Word Count: 2977

Rated: G

Summary:

With the six pack cradled under his armpit, Mickey traversed the outskirts of the aisels, trying his best not to come across as a hoodlum degenerate. When he reached the door, a lady on her way in held it open for him, strengthening his case, and he knew Ian noticed that he was almost home free.

“It’s been great talkin’ with you, mister,” was the last thing Mickey heard Ian say before he gave the old man a quick salute, and hustled out of the shop behind him.

Teenage Ian and Mickey stumble upon a home frozen in time and it gives them each something to think about.

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An AU in which their hangout session has a bit of a sentimental shift. We submitted this fic for the @gallacrafts Fanzine which was printed earlier this summer and we were so excited to be a part of it!

Read it here on Ao3 :)

#gallavich #gallacrafts #yums #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallacrafts fanzine #gallavich fic #gallavich fanfiction

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lmzine · 2 years

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[ID. An edited graphic featuring the actor Luca Marinelli holding a microphone and wearing a shirt that reads: “Pen Paper Peace." Above the frame are the words “lmzine 2022 - charity zine” in gradient font, and to the right a gradient font that reads “update.” The background is blue hues of watercolor splashes, and a vector of blue torn paper. END ID.]

A week ago we opened up our discord server and had an opportunity to meet our fellow content creators and share the beginnings of our projects for the zine :)

As we start to welcome more potentials over the summer, we thought it might be a good idea to have a post we can share the link to in case anyone would like to know which characters have already been picked:

Drawing

Cesare from Don't Be Bad

Fabio from They Call Me Jeeg

Primo from FX Trust

Martin from Martin Eden

Writing

Guido from Every Blessed Day (fic)

Nicky from The Old Guard (poetry)

Martin from Martin Eden (meta analysis)

Merch

Multicharacter Pin

Primo Art print

Multicharacter Stickers

One of our main goals is to offer a variety, which is why we had asked all those submitting applications to choose their top three characters since we are limiting a role (outside of merchandise) to two content creators. But we already have a few who are hoping to work on their second choices in addition to the list below - so you might potentially also see some:

Walter Dorian from Diabolik

Pietro from The Eight Mountains

Fabrizio from Fabrizio de André

Lui from Ricordi?

Gabrielle from Waves

And each character can be done twice ;)

But who's left? Plenty!

Mickey Miranda from A Dangerous Fortune

Roberta from The Last Man on Earth

Paolo from There Is A Light

Milton from Rainbow: A Private Affair

Loris from Up to the World

Ettore from Let Yourself Go and more!

So if you'd love to help create content for the zine going live in October, please feel free to reach out via our DMs as we'll be checking the blog weekly - and keep an eye out for more information coming in the next couple of weeks.

#lmzine #lmzine2022 #fandom zine #luca marinelli #charity zine #luca marinelli multiverse characters

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

A/N: hi!! i know i have been pretty consistent about updating this fic every other day but i’m starting a new job in addition to school so the updates may be a little bit slower. my apologies!!

Masterlist

Chapter 18

Emily was the first to clock it. She whispered to Derek who told Penelope and then it was game over. Everyone knew about the mysterious ring that appeared on Spencer’s finger over Christmas break.

Spencer was in the break room, refilling his coffee mug, when they began to discuss theories.

“You think they got engaged and married in the week we didn’t see him?” Rossi asked.

“If they did, I’m going to kill him for not telling us let alone be there,” Penelope huffed, stomping her high heel.

“But the ring isn’t on his ring finger,” JJ pointed out.

“Maybe the kid doesn’t know,” Derek offered.

“You think a genius doesn’t know which finger a wedding ring goes on?” Hotch asked, amused.

It was clear it was big news because even Hotch and Rossi had come out of their offices when Reid got up from his chair.

Spencer walked back into the bullpen, stopping when he noticed everyone’s eyes on him.

“Do we have a case?” Spencer asked.

“What’s with the ring on your finger, Boy Wonder?” Penelope questioned.

“Oh um that,” Spencer looked down at his hand wrapped around his mug, “Y/N and I have matching ones.”

He thought that cleared everything up so he continued to walk over to his desk. Once he was seated, he looked up to see everyone still staring at him.

“Did you elope?” Emily asked.

“No. This is on my index finger, not my ring finger,” he held up his hand, “The wedding ring is traditionally placed on the ring finger because it was believed that the finger had a vein that connected directly to the heart but that’s actually untrue.”

“So why the rings?” Rossi chimed in.

“I don’t know. I just really love her and I wanted to have something connecting us whenever we’re apart,” Spencer shrugged.

He blushed at the sounds of the team ‘awww’ing and ‘ooh’ing.

“Also I guess since everyone needs to know everything about my personal life, Hotch already knows but I’ll be out next week. Jo, Y/N, and I are going to Disneyworld,” Spencer smiled.

“Oh Henry loved it when we went but you’re going to be dead on your feet at the end of each day,” JJ said.

Jo was most excited for Animal Kingdom so that was the park you were starting off with.

You all waited in line for the safari ride. Spencer was adamant about all the germs festering at amusement parks so he had a backpack full of hand sanitizer, disinfecting wipes, and other essentials. He was carrying Jo on his shoulders and holding your hand.

Once you loaded into the safari vehicle, the tour guide introduced himself and the ride began.

Jo looked at the huge elephants grazing in amazement.

“Elephants live in groups called herds made up of only females. The matriarch is the oldest female in the herd and she is usually in charge,” Spencer whispered to you both.

The tour guide was spewing off facts about the animals as well but I think it was safe to say you and Jo preferred your own personal genius.

Zebras were drinking from the watering hole as you passed by.

“A group of zebras is called a dazzle and their stripes act as a way to cool themselves as well as avoid bug bites,” Spencer stated.

Next was the Expedition Everest roller coaster. Jo barely made the height requirement, cheering when the ride operator gave her the all clear after bringing out the measuring stick.

Immediately after finishing the ride, Jo demanded you ride it again. She was definitely a thrill seeker, alright.

After you took a lunch break of chicken tenders and fries, Spencer insisted everyone wash their hands twice and reapply sunscreen. It was nice to have someone even more responsible than you.

Then, you caught the Lion King Festival stage show to take a break from walking for a bit. It seemed fitting since one of your first memories as a family is singing along to that movie.

Jo seemed to be enjoying it but you and Spencer were trying your best to not doze off. The show was interesting enough, there were animatronics of the characters and acrobats and dancers but you and Spencer were both just so tired after running around to keep up with Jo all day.

Jo tapped Spencer awake after the show ended and the audience was clearing out.

“Daddy, dinosaurs!” she reminded him.

Your final ride of the day would be the dinosaur ride where it simulates traveling back in time.

The three of you got buckled up in the front row of the ride. It started out peaceful and Jo was watching the animatronic dinosaurs in awe.

However, things quickly went south. The ride was designed to seem like it was going out of control. The flashing lights, fake smoke, and hissing big dinosaurs soon began to overwhelm Jo. She curled up in a ball in between you both.

You were bent over, whispering reassurances into her ear that it was all just pretend and she would be okay. Spencer was stroking her hair and holding her hand.

Jo exited the ride with her face in Spencer’s shoulder.

“Jo, did you know that stegosauruses were herbivores? That means they only eat plants. In fact, the majority of dinosaurs were herbivores,” he softly spoke.

You really hoped this ride hadn’t squashed her love of dinosaurs. Maybe she just prefers to admire them from afar.

On the last day of your vacation, you were standing in front of the Disney Cinderella Castle at the Magic Kingdom Park. Jo seemed to have recovered from the dinosaur incident and was sporting her dinosaur converse today.

The fireworks you were waiting for soon began. It was the perfect way to end your last night.

“Woah,” you exclaimed after a particularly pretty firework burst into red streams in the air before fizzling out.

Jo was on your hip and Spencer was behind you with his arms wrapped around you both.

“I love you,” you looked to the side where he was leaning his head against your shoulder.

His side profile and perfect jawline were being illuminated by the colorful flashes of light in the sky.

“I love you too,” he turned to meet your eyes with a grin, kissing you.

The whole team was gathered around Penelope’s computer, looking at the email that Spencer had sent out to the entire team.

Subject: Having Fun

We are headed back tonight. JJ was right about being dead on your feet. I have to get my two sleepy girls to the airport somehow. Hope all is well with you guys.

-Spencer Reid

Attachment: 3 Images

The images consisted of a photo of the three of you in front of the Disney Cinderella Castle, Jo high-fiving a person dressed up in a Mickey Mouse costume, and a picture of Jo and you cuddled up on the bed of your hotel room.

“I didn’t even know Reid knew how to attach photos to emails,” Penelope stated out loud.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Reid willingly send an email,” Emily smiled.

In typical Penelope fashion, she printed the photos Spencer had sent and put them into a collage frame and displayed it prominently on his desk for him to find upon his return.

Spencer’s desk had changed drastically over the past few months. A once well-organized desk lacking a personality other than the piles of books now had a random assortment of photos, Jo’s drawings, and sticky notes marking up his calendar for important family events.

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