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xjulixred45x · 4 months

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OKAY MY LAST INVINCIBLE POST BEFORE DEDICATING TO REQUESTS FOR THE REST OF THE MONTH DON'T KILL ME! THIS TIME IT'S FLUFF!

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Starfire!Reader

Imagine being an alien similar to DC's Starfire, you can follow the original line of the character (I follow more than anything the one from the comics or the 2003 series) where your planet was conquered by another race (thanks to your sister) Or you can go the more "family friendly" line, which is that you decided to explore the world outside your home planet but ended up in the hands of some kind of intergalactic trafficking network.

I imagine that if it is the first case, it is most likely that your race has been conquered by the Viltrumite themselves, which caused a MASSACRE to occur from which you and your sister were miraculously able to escape.

Regardless of what you choose, you ended up on Earth, although having gone through great traumatic events, so when you see this new world, with a strange species, you begin to attack by mere instinct (like what Starfire did in the first chapter of Teen Titans)

That's when Mark or rather INVINCIBLE appears.

He tries to fight you at first, get you away from the civilians, that is until he realizes how scared you are (especially if we're talking about the case of the Viltrumite invasion and you realize that Mark IS a Viltrumite). So he tries to change his strategy and try to calm you down as much as he can.

When he succeeds, he ends up taking you to the Globe's guardians to see what to do. I imagine that you are a little different than the original Starfire, you are more scared and defensive in this situation, at first you only trusted Mark.

For this reason, Cecil decides that you will stay in the Pentagon until they know what to do with you. Mark helps you learn the "normal" things of the Earth and show Cecil that you are not a threat.

(if you had to learn the human language by "lip contact" the whole team definitely makes fun of Mark a little for being in love now).

Imagine Mark and Eve bringing you clothes to try on!🥺Eve probably just created it out of nowhere, but she also brings clothes that her parents give her that she doesn't want and for some reason you like.

Mark offers to help you train! At first he tries to go easy on you, but when you almost knock him out with your laser beams, he learns his lesson.

He definitely takes you out to eat junk food! More when he realizes that the Pentagon's food doesn't help you much because of your big appetite. Mark was surprised at how much food you could eat but luckily Cecil pays for it (just don't tell him yet🤫)

Definitely one of Mark's favorite things about you, when you're over the trauma, is your innocent attitude, even after all, you're very bubbly and friendly. which is at least difficult to find in your line of work, so he wants to keep that part of yourself as much as possible.

Mark definitely took you to meet his mother, at first he was a little nervous that she wouldn't accept you after what happened with his father, but surprisingly Debbie took it very well.

Thanks to this you were able to learn more about the culture of the Earth, you constantly asked Debbie about the places she had seen, what they were like and their culture (even some anecdotes about Mark when he was a child), and with your bubbly and youthful attitude she did not It was difficult for Debbie to warm to you easily.

Apart from that it helped you fall in love with the Earth quite quickly, see its beauty for yourself, which encouraged you to be your own version of a hero.

When you want to become a heroine, Mark enters into an internal conflict. On the one hand, he KNOWS very well that you don't want someone to make decisions for you, he respects that, but on the other hand, he is TERRIFIED by the possibility that you will get hurt, captured, or lose COMPLETLY your being or worse, DIE.

It is probably thanks to this conversation that you two become a couple.

In general, at first Mark tries to do your first patrols with you to teach you the basics, then he lets you do whatever you want, and he is SO PROUD when you beat someone.

"THAT IS MY GIRL!" kind of proud.

He definitely really likes flying with you and just wandering, at least he feels like there you two have more privacy. Apart from that he likes how you look in your element. according to him.

If you talk about the first case of origin that I mentioned at the beginning and your sister comes back, Mark sees through ALL the red flags and will be the first to warn you about her, since he went through something similar with his family, you don't want to go through that.

If both fight together, POWER COUPLE. LITERAL. You have certain skills that Mark doesn't, so they complement each other very well.

If Mark gets hurt, you go into RAMPAGE MODE and honestly? Mark doesn't know if he should be scared or more in love. or excited.

If YOU get hurt GOD HELP US, MARK IS ANGRY---someone is going to have a bad time. And You a Lot of cuddles.

Overall, both of them are like two Golden Retrievers being happy together.

@clemberryfriends

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mountttmase · 7 months

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Always There

Note - this is for my lovely Sid @mm-vii 🥹 thank you so much bestie for this request I love dad Mase so much and I’m so glad you love him too. I hope you guys enjoy this and feedback would be much appreciated like normal 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 3.7K

Warnings - fluff

You’d never been in so much pain in your life. It was almost like you could still feel the pain radiating through you as you retold the story to your best friend on the phone.

‘Sid I swear, like worse than childbirth I’m telling you cause at least then you’re getting a cute thing to take home with you at the end. With this all I’ve got is a scar and aching limbs’ you told her, a slight laugh in your voice so you could let her know it was okay to laugh too but she was feeling more sympathetic than anything else.

The pain had started at the end of last week but you ignored it until you really couldn’t anymore and after an emergent doctor's appointment you were rushed into surgery to have your ruptured appendix removed. It was all so sudden and everything hurt but slowly and surely you were on the mend.

‘How’s Mason coping?’

‘He’s doing alright. I believe they're letting him take ollie to to training tomorrow as Debbie leaves in the morning but he’s been amazing so far’ you smiled, thinking about how he’d really taken charge in the last few days and kept the house running with some help from Debbie who'd come to stay for a few days to help out. ‘Tilly’s still got nursery so she should be fine’

‘Scott and I can always come and check on everything if you need us to’ Sid reassured and your heart swelled at how thoughtful she was.

‘I might take you up on that. I’ll see how he gets on tomorrow’ you told her, not wanting Mason to think like you didn’t trust him to look after everything he’s been doing before you heard a rustling coming from outside.

You saw Mason's head poke around the door, a soft smile on his face as he slowly made his way over to kiss your forehead before heading to the bathroom. He looked exhausted so with a quick goodbye to Sid you made sure you were free to speak to Mason when he reappeared.

‘Hey baby, you okay?’ You smiled as he emerged a little while later, dressed only in his boxers and your heart gave a thud as he flopped down next to you gently.

‘I’m fine. How are you doing?’

‘I’m feeling a lot better actually’ you told him and he craned his neck up to take a better look at you.

‘You look a lot better today. Got a bit more colour in your face’ he smiled before he went a little shy. ‘Do you think I might be able to have a cuddle?’ He asked quietly. Knowing that he’d been refraining from asking as he had to be so careful with you and even though you missed his touch, you still weren't quite ready for a full on hug. You weren’t about to burst his bubble though so you patted your chest so that he would place his head there and positioned his arm so that it was far away from your scar. Thankfully Mason was laid on the opposite side to it so he could cuddle up to your side without any issues but you felt your heart race when hummed contently at the feel of you. ‘Thank you, beautiful. I’ve missed this’

‘Me too’ you breathed, reaching up to scratch over his scalp as he nuzzled into you a little more and all you wanted to was to kiss over his face.

‘I don’t know how you do this everyday with them. Even with my mum's help I’m half dead’ he laughed, kissing your neck gently as he referred to looking after the kids and the house all on his own. ‘You’re like a real life superwoman’

‘You’re doing such a good job though, Mase’ you reassured him quietly. ‘And I’ll be able to start helping out more soon’

‘Well not too soon. You need to be 100% better before you even lift a finger okay?’

‘Okay’ you laughed. ‘I just feel a bit useless stuck in here all day’

‘Well you deserve a rest. But you should have just said if you needed one you know? Didn’t have to rupture your appendix just for some sympathy’ he teased

‘You’re right sorry, I won’t go as hard next time’

‘Thank you’ he winked before settling down into you further.

‘I mean it though, Mase. You’re doing a really great job, I’m so proud of you and the way you always step up’

‘Thank you baby’ he whispered shyly, his cheek warm against your chest. ‘Did you enjoy your soup tonight?’

‘I did’ you laughed, knowing how proud he was about making you dinner even thought it was basically already done for him and he just had to heat it up. ‘I won’t lie though, I can’t wait until I’m allowed solid foods again. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to chew’

‘Only a couple more days and you can have whatever you like’

‘I think I want pizza’ you told him, images of your favourite flashing through your mind and it was like you could almost taste it.

‘If my baby wants pizza she can have pizza’

‘And chocolate fudge cake’

‘That too’

‘Thank you Masey’

‘Anything for you’ he whispered, kissing your neck softly and you felt the goosebumps rise on your skin at his touch.

You spent the rest of the night discussing the next day. Debbie would be dropping off Tilly at nursery the next morning before she left for home whilst Mason would be taking Ollie to training. School didn’t start for another few days and you cursed your appendix for it’s awful timing but Ollie was pretty excited to get to go to work with his daddy and from what you remembered Mason had said they had a few things planned for Ollie to help with.

‘You should get some sleep Mase’ you whispered, looking down at him resting peacefully on your chest and you could almost feel your heart bursting from how much you loved him.

Whatever you needed he was always there.

When you first felt the pain and brushed it off, he was the one to beg you to go and get checked.

When you were rushed to surgery, he was the one who held your hand and told you everything would be okay when they put you under.

When you woke up, he was there again. Stroking your skin and letting you know you were fine. That you were his everything and the thought of losing you killed him and even though his vulnerable side broke your heart there was no one else you wanted to wake up to.

When you came home, he’d set you a space in your bed, made sure you were more than comfortable and had everything you needed whilst giving you time to heal. Promising you that you didn’t need to worry about a thing as he had it under control and the only help he’d had was from his mum who came to stay for two nights when he had a game.

If you were superwoman, then he was your superman. Spending long hours training before wrangling two kids and looking after the house but the dark bags under his eyes made you sad and you wished you could do more to help him. He didn’t expect you to though, and wanted you fully better before lifting a finger.

You felt him get heavy as he fell asleep on you, not having the heart to move him as he looked so peaceful and you’d missed his touch so even though it was against the doctors orders you let him sleep cuddled up against you that night. You’d been sleeping throughout the day so even though you were a little bit tired you spent the next twenty minutes just looking at him. Stroking the soft skin of his cheek, kissing his forehead and wondering how you got so lucky to have this beautiful man all to yourself.

The next day everyone was up and out before you had a chance to wake up. Tilly was apparently furious that Ollie got to spend the day with Mason and had refused to leave until Debbie had coaxed her out by telling her she got a special ride in nanny’s car and she then went without fuss. You made sure to send Debbie a quick thank you text to let her know how grateful you were that she’d come to help in your hour of need before letting Sid know you were bored and she promised to come over after lunch to keep you company.

‘He really has been so good, Sid’ you told her, picking out a nail colour from the bag she bought over before she took your hand and began to shape your nails. ‘He’s got them up in the morning, made sure they’ve got where they needed to be. Got the home again, made dinner, bathed them all whilst still going to training and doing what he needs to do and checking in on me every five minutes’

‘Poor man, I bet he’s exhausted’ she laughed

‘You should have seen him last night. He was so tired, bless him he was out like a light’

‘Do you think he has a new appreciation for you now?’

‘Maybe a little bit. I mean don’t get me wrong, he knows how hard I work but I think it’s really hit home this week’

You sat with Sid and gossiped more until Mase came home with the kids, popping his head round with a gentle smile on his face and your heart thumped as you took him in.

‘Hey Sid, you wanna stay for dinner?’

‘I’d love to, but Scott’s got an event I said I’d tag along to and if I don’t get going I’ll be late’ she pouted, gathering her stuff and after a quick goodbye she was gone.

You were starting to go crazy, looking at the same four walls all day and it was suspiciously quiet outside so you got up as quietly as you could, walking out into the hallway in hopes of finding someone but all you could hear was the sound of the bathroom tap.

You walked towards it, noticing the light was on before you heard Mason's voice and thankfully from the angle you were you could see him giving Tilly a bath but they couldn’t see you.

‘Is that nice tills?’ Mason asked gently, slowly massaging her head as he worked the shampoo into her hair. She didn’t respond but you knew she was loving it, her eyes half open as her mouth formed the most adorable little ‘o’. Letting Mason gently relax her muscles. ‘Mumma always gives me the best head massages when I’ve not had a good day’

Your heart sunk at his words. Why had she had a bad day? From what you could see right now she looked fine, better than fine even as he went to grab the shower head and wash all the soap out, making sure to shield her eyes as she hated getting water in them.

‘How’s that knee baby?’ He asked, popping some conditioner in her hair before looking down at where she was pointing.

‘Hurts daddy’

‘I know baby, you’re so brave though. Took it like a right champ from what I heard’ he told her and your heart fluttered at her adorable little giggle. ‘But when you’re feeling all better again-‘

‘Mummy!’ Tilly suddenly interrupted. Your plan of staying hidden clearly not working as she’d seen your reflection in the mirror so you went in. Masons face a picture as you carefully made your way over to them.

‘Hello bubba’

‘What are you doing out of bed?’ Mason asked. A smile on his face as he looked up at you but you just shrugged trying to play it off.

‘Just fancied a little walk’ you smiled before looking down at Tilly’s knee. A bright red graze now adorning her skin and you felt awful. ‘What happened?’

‘Someone got tackled by one of the bigger boys at lunch today when they were all playing football’ Mason explained, trying to keep his tone light but you could tell he was angry.

‘Do we know who?’’

‘No, but when I find out I swear-‘

‘Mason’ you interrupted with a slight laugh as his cheeky eyes were on you immediately. ‘They’re three, babe. He probably didn’t mean it’

‘I don’t know, love. Some of those kids are massive. I don’t know what people feed them these days to make them so tall’ he laughed, rinsing out the last of the conditioner before reaching for Tilly’s towel. ‘But what I was trying to say before was. When you’re feeling better, you gotta get back out there okay? Don’t let this make you not wanna play anymore. I fall over all the time when I play, you just gotta get back up’ he told her, placing a kiss to her forehead before helping her stand so he could wrap her up and gently lift her out.

‘You guys got any wild Friday night plans?’ You laughed holding onto Mason so you could pull yourself up too and you almost burst into tears as Tilly placed her little hand on your cheek softly.

‘Think just story time like usual once Ollie’s had his bath and then I’ll come join you’

‘I miss story time’ you pouted, until you suddenly had an idea. ‘Why don’t you all come in our room for story time so I can join in’ you beamed, hoping Mason would agree but he didn’t look too convinced.

‘I don’t know baby, you’re still pretty fragile and I don’t want you getting hurt’

‘I’ll be fine, Mase, pleaseeee. I miss you guys’ you told him, sadness evident in your voice and it didn’t take much to convince him. He never wanted to upset you.

‘Go get back into bed mumma. I’ll bring them in soon, yeah?’

‘Thank you Masey’ you whispered, kissing him softly before dropping a kiss on Tilly’s forehead. ‘See you soon okay?’ You told her and she nodded back at you with an excited smile.

Time seemed to be going slower than usual and you were almost asleep again when you heard a knock at the door. Looking up to see your perfect little family stood ready and waiting for you.

‘Come on then’ Mason encouraged, leading them inside before hoisting them up next to you. Ollie taking the space under your arm that you extended out for him and you couldn’t help but pull him into your side and litter his head with tiny kisses.

‘Missed you buddy’ you told him quietly, your heart bursting when he lent up to kiss your cheek softly. Silently letting you know he’d missed you too. Tilly on the other hand was half asleep already and chose to lay on Mason's chest as she was already comfortable.

You weren’t sure if it was your pain killers wearing off or the fact you were all together again but you could feel the tears springing in your eyes as you all huddled together to listen to Ollie read for you all but you held it in as best you could. Not wanting to ruin the moment but you knew Mason could feel your emotions from across the room so when you felt him link your fingers together that were resting on his thigh from your arm that was behind Ollie, you gently squeezed him to let him know you were okay.

You could tell Tilly was asleep. Her soft snores filling your ears and the sound was making you drift off yourself but you didn't want to miss out on anything. In the end you settled for shutting your eyes but still listening to Ollie’s words.

‘I think the girls might be tired,’ Mason told Ollie quietly. Thinking you couldn’t hear but you could. ‘Let me go put Tilly to bed and I’ll come back for you. Do you think you could help mummy lay down?’ He asked when you felt a little hand on your shoulder, you opened your bleary eyes to see Ollie’s face.

‘Come on mum, it’s bedtime’ he told you gently, encouraging you to shuffle down until you were flat and once you were you held out your arms to him in hopes he’d want a cuddle.

Ollie was at that age where cuddles from mum were a bit of a no no but thankfully he got himself settled next to you. Head on your chest just like Mason had the night before and you felt your heart settle as you ran a hand through his hair.

‘Are you okay mum?’ He asked carefully, a slight wobble in his voice and when you looked down his eyes were full of unshed tears.

‘I’m okay baby. What’s the matter?’ You asked, concern filling your voice

‘I was just a bit worried’ he told you.

Tilly was obviously too young to understand what had happened to you but Ollie was older and had clearly been carrying the weight of you being sick on his shoulders. Your heart broke for the little boy in your arms as you held him even tighter to let him know what he was feeling was okay but the little sobs coming from him made you want to cry yourself.

‘Baby you’ve got nothing to be worried about. I’m all better now I promise. I bet it was just a little scary though huh?’ You asked, feeling him nod into your neck and you knew that’s all it was.

He was scared thinking he’d nearly lost you.

‘I’m sorry baby, there’s nothing to be scared of anymore though okay? I’m still here and daddy’s said you’ve been such a big help to him and with Tilly. I’m so proud of you’ you whispered, pulling back in hopes he’d look at you but his red eyes and blotchy cheeks just made you hurt even more. ‘When I’m better we can have an Ollie and mummy day yeah? They’ve just opened that new big arcade in town we can try out and get some lunch there. It’s right by that big book shop you love too. Does that sound good?’

‘Yeah’ he sniffed, a smile finally on his face and you lent down to press a kiss to his forehead.

‘Love you, little man’

‘Love you mum’

‘Hey, what’s all the tears for’ you suddenly heard, looking up to see Mason coming back to get Ollie but he was clearly surprised to find the pair of you upset. ‘I asked you to help her get into bed not to terrorise each other’

‘Don’t Mase’ you laughed, letting him crawl in so the pair of you could sandwich Ollie in between the pair of you, your heart skipping a beat as you felt Ollie nestling into your neck.

‘Are you two okay?’ He asked, and you looked down to Ollie but could tell he wanted to keep it between the two of you.

‘We’re fine, just a little tired’ you told him, gently pressing a kiss to Ollie’s head

‘Shall we go get you into bed then little man?’

You squeezed Ollie extra tightly, kissing his head repeatedly in order to get him to smile and you didn’t stop until you heard his little giggles and your heart finally settled.

‘Night baby’ you whispered’ popping one last kiss on his cheek before he did the same to you.

‘Night mum’ he whispered before following Mason out to his own room.

By the time Mason made it back you were just about nod off and the last thing you remember before you let the sleep overtake you was Mason's lips on your forehead and his soft voice telling you he loved you.

The next morning you could hear giggles coming from downstairs and you smiled at the sound. You’d slept in longer than you’d meant to but you clearly needed it so after listening in a bit more you hauled yourself up to make your way down to join your family.

‘What’s going on in here then’ you asked as you rounded the corner. Catching the three of them covered in flour as they were rolling something into balls in their hands and when you looked down to the tray you could see they were making cookies.

‘Morning sunshine’ Mason laughed. ‘We’re making you cookies but don’t worry I’ll get it all cleaned up’ he assured you as Tilly made her way over to you. Hugging you leg and you ran your hand through her hair as you weren’t quite strong enough to lift her yet. ‘I tell you what, Ollie take Tilly up and go get changed. They’ll be ready by the time you’re done’ he told them. The pair of them walking off hand in hand as you made your way over to a dusty Mason.

‘Cookies for breakfast huh?’ You laughed, resting your hands on his waist as he cupped your jaw and his bright eyes made you smile back at him widely.

‘I’m running out of ideas, can’t you tell’ he joked, resting his forehead on yours as you shared a peaceful moment. ‘You know you’re never allowed to be sick again babe. I can’t do this all the time. And you’re never allowed to leave me. I can barely cope without you’

‘Oh yeah’ you laughed, hands coming to grip his wrists gently and the smile that made its way onto his lips took your breath away. ‘Anything else?’

‘I’m just trying to cover all eventualities’

‘I promise you Mason, you’re stuck with me. For life’

‘Nothing to me has ever sounded better’ he whispered, finally connecting your lips.

I hope you enjoyed 🩷 I’d really love some feedback so please let me know what you think 😌

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gallusrostromegalus · 5 months

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all the captains and lieutenants accidentally get slipped some of ukitake's fucked up gigaweed edibles, what happens

First of all, it's not an accident, they straight-up plan a Friday-Night-Of-A-Three-Day-Weekend event of this. Everyone is curious, and Ukitake thinks it will be a funny way to celebrate his Birthday. He is correct: Yamamoto: Veteran of The Dank Arts, gets real high but not unpleasantly so. Would do it again next time he has a long weekend to enjoy it!

Sasakibe: Claims Ludwig Wittgenstein makes PERFECT sense now, attempts to write this philosophical revelation down but is thwarted by the jammed machinations of a clicky pen.

Soi Fon: Gives herself a hernia laughing at one (1) bad pun.

Yoruichi: Used to Urahara's Megaweed Edibles, so approaches the Gigaweed with undue confidence, declares This Edible Ain't Shit five minutes in and eats a second one. She has to be coaxed down from the top of the fridge where she's hiding from The Hatmen by bribing her with a can of Tuna. (Ukitake keeps the $21-a-can Good Shit in the house)

Omaeda: Creates a God-teir marinara Sauce, AND has the good sense to have Nemu pause her Game of Go and come into the kitchen to write down what he did.

Rose: Writes a magnificent new symphony, it's his best work ever, it's life alteringly beautiful, it's effervescent- When he sobers up, it's half a piccolo solo that barely qualifies as a ringtone.

Izuru: In the kitchen crying while eating an inadvisable amount of Omaeda's Spaghetti Marinara.

Retsu: Category Five Mukbang Incident

Isane: Thinks she's filming the Mukbang Incident, actually has her phone open to the calculator app.

Shinji: refuses to touch the Gigaweed because he "Owes The Hatmen Money" and nobody can tell if he's joking or not (he's not).

Momo: Literally Everything is HILARIOUS

Hiyori: Did not know it was possible to have a bigger, gayer crush on Momo, but she somehow opened up a new level of lesbianics. She calls it Gay 2.

Byakuya: Couchlocked for 24 hours straight.

Renji: Couchlocked right there with him, but able to text Izuru to bring them Spaghetti.

Komamura: Can't. Canine Weed Toxicity. (Relieved, offers to spend the weekend watching Toshiro and Yachiru so he has an excuse to go winter camping over the weekend)

Iba: Got High as FUCK. Found out later that the thing he actually ate was a Little Debbie Cosmic Brownie.

Shunsui: his alcohol tolerance actually makes his weed tolerance terrible so he's on the floor from jokingly licking the wrapper.

Nanao: Challenging people to knife fights (Romantic Intent).

Tousen: Immediately passes out because he managed to get his blood pressure down to normal levels, sleeps for 26 hours straight and wakes up feeling genuinely well-rested and in a good mood for the first time in two centuries.

Kensei: Gets his hand bitten at the Category 5 Mukbang Incident because he thought it would be funny to try to snitch off Retsu's plate.

Shuuhei: Attempting to refinance Shinji's debt with The Hatmen. Possibly succeeding?

Mashiro: Said "This Edible Ain't Shit", took a second, and appears to be unaffected. Playing Go with Nemu and winning.

Matsumoto: Makes the Hernia-inducing Pun. Will not STOP making Puns.

Hitsugaya: Being babysat by Komamura, would be madder about this if he wasn't also having a blast doing wintertime camping.

Kenpachi: Attempts to fight his own shadow, loses.

Yachiru: Also on the Wintertime Mountain Expedition, trying to talk Toshiro into joining her and Komamura on an Elk Hunt.

Ikkaku: Has done weed before, but only smoked it, but has a naturally suspicious nature and waits to see how Yoruichi does on her second edible, and avoids running afoul of The Hatmen.

Yumichika: Stays sober to collect blackmail on everyone. Actually films the Mukbang Incident for Isane

Mayuri: This is NOTHING compared to the Quantum Formaldymeth shit he's been on for the last century.

Urahara: from a prominent weed-growing family and lifetime connoisseur of The Herb. Takes one bite and realizes he's in deep shit, lies down on the floor next to Shuuhei and gives him terrible financial advice.

Nemu: Not chemically effected by The Edible but she loves A Group Social Activity so she's a little crunk on Social Recognition Euphoria and it's interfering with her game.

Ukitake, peeling his lieutenant off the floor: Y'all are wimps.

Rukia: has to be peeled off the floor, is affectionately dumped in the laps of Renji and Byakuya, where she forces them to have an emotionally honest and borderline normal conversation.

#AEIWAM #drugs mention #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #Bleach #Bleach fanfic #long post #weed mention

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someonegoood · 23 days

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MY WHOLE LIFE pt. 3 ✫ mason mount

part 1, part 2, final part.

in which after everything you gave, you're not sure if you're going to keep going. (brother’s best friends troop).

CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst, some smut (not really explicit) & fluff ! age gap, arguments...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: here's part 3 ! final part for my first two works, I'm proud of how it came out

taglist: @girlidekanymore @sunflower-tia @nicolesainz @chilwellspulisic @anotherfan07

inspired by taylor swift's songs.

The feeling of freshness —the wonderful smells, the damp feel of leaves falling down the trees, the breeze and the rain on your skin. The sound of rain is wonderful: not just between a hard roof and leaves, but you can hear it on different types of trees and hedges.

The flowers, which look like they were painted by Monet himself, have colours so rich that no one can even attempt to imitate them. From the smallest weed to the grandest stalk, they are all beautiful in your eyes.

Around you are your friends; some are talking or enjoying the countryside air. You had decided to take me on a little vacation before returning to the routine of the busy city of London.

No distractions, no disturbances, especially without him. After seeing how Mason smiled at that blonde standing next to him and Debbie's painful look in the boat, you knew all these years were in vain.

The moments when you took care of him after he vomited from all the alcohol he had consumed at the party, when you covered him so he could go on dates with different girls and other things you had done for him.

The last time Mason saw you still burned in the back of your mind, the little stolen glances he gave you while you were wearing a pink t-shirt, the one that you had left back in a drawer in the Mount's house. Stacey had told you the t-shirt drove him crazy.

It had been weeks, and you still couldn’t understand why nothing went your way. Was it you? Had you done something wrong? Had it been you that caused the gulf?

—Babes, how could you ever think it's your fault? Clearly, he is out of his mind. —Clara talked. You and your friends were sitting on the porch in the extensive field that belonged to your grandparents.

Then Adelaida, who was resting her head on your lap, suddenly stood up, leaning on one elbow and said: —Please don't think it's your fault, you would be lowering yourself to his level.

Everyone had been adamant that it wasn’t you... even your mother. But even with those words of affirmation, it didn’t change the internal feelings, the heartbreak that felt it was never-ending.

All you ever wanted was that connection, that string, that feeling that pulled you to another person, that proved he was the person meant to be for you. It was devastating to think back and know he wasn’t.

Even though you were angry at him, you knew that when you saw him you would act like a little girl, crazy in love.

On the other side, Mason was in the kitchen, picking at the leftover food on the tabletop as everyone else was in the living room. His mother walked into the kitchen as he took a bite of little meatballs that looked delicious and she laughed at the pieces of meat that had fallen onto the kitchen counter.

—That’s definitely not the way to eat —she smirked knowing his son wasn't the type of person to sit down and eat properly.

—But you love me anyways, mom. —Mason flashed his puppy eyes as his mum laughed at his actions. It had been a long year for Mason. He stopped turning to family events when he knew you would be there.

—Mason Tony Mount, I gave birth to you, I know you better than you know yourself-

—Mom. —Mason sighed. —Don't start this whole speech about her, please.

—Dear, I don’t even need to say her name... it will always be her. —She smiled, sadly, as she walked over to her son and placed a hand on his cheek.

—She's happy, from what I heard. —he scoffed again.

—So then you know you’re being an ass, right?

Mason's eyes widened at his mother's question but she just laughed and waved him off. —After all the years she spent after you, dear, it would be cruel for you to not let her be happy.

That sentence shattered his heart. You weren't the little girl who ran behind him in search of attention anymore, you were a woman with maturity, feelings and beauty.

—But what if I’m not happy? —he asked his mum. Debbie felt her heart clench at his words, it was never good for a mother when they saw their son being at his lowest.

—Do you love her?

There was no answer.

—See, that would be very cruel. Mase... either you love her or you’re jealous. Just remember that she's a second daughter to me and I know her like the palm of my hand. I'm certain that she’s fragile when it comes to you.

After a week in the countryside with your friends, you were back in the city, at a party the english players were throwing in celebration of their team winning the last few games.

Every time he looks at you, it’s making him go mad. It surprises him how much influence you have on his night out. He actually believed he could handle it, seeing you after a while. Normally he’s the one who takes you to the football after-parties because you begged him like crazy. But not this time.

Did you wear a white dress on purpose tonight? He doesn’t know. You look beautiful and he wishes he had the nerve to tell you how great white looks on you. He remembers the time you almost kiss in the box, you in the white sweatshirt with his number. The guy talking to you on your right was Foden. Did you wear it for him? He doesn’t believe that, he doesn’t think he deserves that.

Mason sighs. This is one of the hardest nights in his life. He shouldn’t have messed it up. If he didn’t follow what Ben said to him, he would probably be the one talking to you. Fucking Ben.

At the same time, you don’t know what’s bothering Mason. You thought he would be coming to the afterparty with Daphne, but his friends confirmed that he forgot her quickly. He didn't even kiss her. Neither touch her.

It surprised you, you were afraid he would show up with that beautiful model. A part of you felt really happy.

You feel his eyes burning into you while you talk to Foden. You quickly take the cocktail out of Phil's hands, while thanking him in the meantime. He shrugs it off.

—What’s up with you? —He asks you after you take a few sips.

—What do you mean? —You ask him. Is he noticing your bad mood? You tried hiding it, but maybe you failed.

—You seem distracted. Did something happen? —he goes on. You take a sip of your cocktail, thinking about your response. Could it be a bad plan to tell him about Mase? They’re friends after all. But on the other hand, it would be nice to talk about it to someone.

—It’s him, isn’t it? —Foden answers his own question. You didn’t even realize you were looking at Mason until Phil spoke. You nod towards him, —Let’s go outside.

Then, you're sitting on a wooden bench outside. The white dress doesn’t give you much warmth, so you embarrassingly start to shiver. Before you can notice it, Phil drapes his jacket around your shoulders.

—Fuck... —he says, regretting. —I knew it would be a bad plan to invite you. —Mutters softly, —I thought it was a good idea to make you feel better, now I just got Mount to get angry at you.

You laughed, thinking that was very cute. —That’s not true, Phil —you try to comfort him, —you can’t help me being an idiot.

—To be fair, Mason and you are both idiots. —Foden laughs, —Definitely unaware idiots-

But before he can explain to you anything, Mason shows up in front of you.

While walking back to his car, he notices the sound of people talking outside. He thinks he’s recognizing your voice. He must be going insane, he thinks tiredly to himself. But still, he walks towards the sound. Quickly seeing you and Phil sitting together... fucking hell, why are you wearing his jacket?

Before he realizes it himself, he stands before you and his teammate Foden. The chattering stops directly, did he interrupt something? He feels awkward with you and Phil looking at him amusingly. How can he fix this awful situation?

—I uh... I wanted to say bye to you. —Mason said, ignoring the existence of Phil. —I am supposed to bring you home or will Phil...?—He stutters eventually, not wanting to finish his question.

—Wait, Mase, can we talk? —You react before Mason turns around and walks to his car in a rush. He nods.

—Of course.

The silence was sharply awkward.

—Don’t forget your jacket, Foden —Mason quickly says, —she can wear mine while we’re outside.

Phil, who no longer was sitting on the bench, laughed for a bit at his hopeless friend. Then he walks up to you, and takes his own jacket from your shoulders, while Mason quickly takes off his. You give Phil a quick hug to thank him, before getting into Mason's jacket.

—Don’t be an idiot to her —says Phil toward Mason whispering in his ear. You smile shyly, flushing with Phil's comment.

Mason doesn’t know how to watch the interaction between his friend and you. He doesn't know where to look when you turn your attention to him. The white dress quickly grabs his attention once again.

Silently, both of you walk to the parking lot where his fancy Mercedes-AMG was parked. You had always made fun of him because the car was too posh in your opinion, although every time you needed a ride home you always ended up in his car.

Firstly he took the car keys out of his pocket and then he opened your door for you. He had always been a gentleman. The situation is unexpected, yet influenced by the tension that’s been built between you two through the last couple of months.

—So, what do you want to talk about? —Mason asks you. You lasted a few seconds thinking about how to answer his question.

—Why were you ignoring me today? Why didn’t you come up to me and Phil to say hi? —You fire multiple questions at him, —did I do something wrong? Are you upset with me? —Your words cut through the thick air inside the car.

—I thought the two of you were busy with each other. —Mason mutters.

You scoff, this was unbelievable. —That’s bullshit Mase, you know I always make time for you.

—God!, I just wasn’t in the mood to see you two. —He said, elevating his tone, trying to sound casual but deep down, jealousy was gnawing at him like a relentless beast.

You don’t know what to say to Mason. You don’t even know what the boy means. He wasn’t in the mood to see you? Since when could that happen?

—Why? —You barely dare to ask him. You have no choice, so you repeat your last question —why, Mase? —Your eyes start to fill with tears.

Mason sighs, —You won’t get it.

—You don’t know that. Try me.

—I just... I just don’t like seeing you with other boys —he confessed. You doubt for a bit. Should you tell him you were relieved he showed up alone instead of coming with Daphne? You decide not.

—Oh, come on Mason! You can't say that! —You almost shout. Mason's eyes open like plates. You had never raised your voice at him like that, so angry.

—Why not? —He, as well, says almost shouting.

—Because you don't have the right! It's-it's just that you can't say that as if my feelings were so simple... —You tried to calm yourself, you could lost everything now.

—Mason, I've been with you since the beginning and you know that. I'm your biggest supporter and deep inside you know I’ll always cheer for you. I’ve spent my whole girlhood- Fuck. —Tears start scrolling down your delicate face. He looks at you as if you were graceful.

—I wanted to be with you tonight, —you eventually say after a long silence—but you looked at me as if I didn’t matter.

—I know.

You sigh. Can't the boy say anything else? You feel obligated to talk further: —Why aren’t you telling me what’s wrong?

You don't get any answer. Looking at the ceiling of the car, you try to keep your cool.

—You know what? I’m going back to the party. Call me when you can explain at least something. —You want to undo yourself from Mason's warm jacket, but he stops you directly by grabbing your arm.

—I know you deserve to know what’s going on, but I don’t want to lose you. I know it’s a shitty excuse which makes everything even more unclear, but please don’t go back inside. —Mason talks soft and fast —and please keep the jacket on.

—What’s so important about the jacket? —You ask with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

—Your dress distracts me and I don’t want to see you in anyone else’s jacket again. —This time he is direct with his words. Almost harsh. You wonder why your dress distracts him. Does he find it ugly?

—Don’t you like the dress? —You ask.

—I fucking love the dress. —Mason says. At that moment you feel something clicking. Despite his short explanation, you wonder if Mason may return your feelings.

—Just give me time. Everything is happening so fast and the fact that I'm just realizing that all these years all I've been doing is hurting you makes me go mad angry at myself. —He says, without breathing. —And... I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry for everything I've done, for the countless times I've hurt you. I promise you will have a proper explanation. —He tried to smile, with tears in his eyes.

—That's the Mase I know... —You laugh lightly and Mason just stares at you, sweetly. —Now take me back home, probably my brother is already wasted.

What you didn't know is that that day Mason Mount started falling in love with you.

A few days after you were your house, sat in the cozy familiarity of the your couch while your mother flipped through the pages of a weathered photo album resting on her lap. Each turn of the page revealed a snapshot of your brother's and your past, a journey frozen in time.

—Look! You're wearing my glasses! —Said your mother, with clear emotion in her voice. She turned some pages that had photographs of your childhood: when you were born, your first tooth fell out and many more memories.

Your cheeks flushed with nostalgic warmth, a subtle testament to the innocence and joy captured in each photograph.

Among the sepia-toned memories and faded polaroids, there was a page filled with pictures where Mason and you, both still little children, intertwined in laughter playing in the park.

Your mom pinched your cheek. —Someday you will realize that everything you did was not in vain, on the contrary, it was all worth it. —She stopped to take a breath. —Because golden loves are like that. They stay with you forever.

—How beautiful, mom. —You ironized. She laughed.

—It will, darling... Come here. —And then you hugged her. You hugged her with all your might as you felt her warmth on your face. She giggled, breaking the embrace.

—You'll need a spell to make Mason realize what a fool he is.

—Mom!

A couple days later, you were back at Stamford Bridge once again. As you approach the stadium, you can feel the excitement building. The streets around the stadium eagerly anticipate the game ahead.

Inside the stadium, the dominant colour is blue. The stands are filled with supporters adorned in their team's jerseys, scarves, and signs that say "Pride of London".

—Call her Mason, I’m sure she's in the stands —said Ben, while putting on the new shirt they played in today. Mason held his cell phone, sitting on the bench in the large locker room.

Today was Valentine's Day and Mason had a game. Your brother told Mason he was going out on a date with his girlfriend but you would go in his place, as usual. He didn't know if you were coming, so Mason was nervous, especially with the talk you had in his car.

You had called Debbie in the morning, asking her if you should come to the game, and she told you that Mason would be more than happy to see you there. You wondered if he knew what you were up to if your brother had kept him in the loop.

Pick it up.

The third tone rang while Ben tried to hold Mason, about to faint from anxiety. In the background, music was blasting from the speakers while the guys on the team began gathering in the locker room for their last talk before the game started.

Reece James leaned closer, curious why his teammate was sitting with his phone in hand, bouncing his leg nervously.

—What has got Mount that nervous? I've never seen him like this —he says to Ben, seated next to Mason, fixing his shoes.

—It's his girlfriend-

—She's not my girlfriend! —Mason interrupted Chilwell, with an expression of fear. You still haven't answered him and the fact that his friends were bothering him added to his anxiety.

—Give me that shit. —Suddenly Kai Havertz appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Mason's phone and putting the call on speaker. Everyone's attention was on the tones ringing, hoping you'll pick up. The team had witnessed your situationship since Mason had joined Chelsea, so they knew you quite well.

—Hi? Mason?

Kai, standing on the bench in the centre of the room, had the phone in his hand so everyone could hear. His eyes widened and his mouth also opened, in surprise. Everyone stood up while Mason's blood pressure went down.

With a jump, Havertz handed the cell phone to his friend so he could answer you. There was a silence between your response and his because his teammates were signalling to him, guiding him in his response.

—Yes? —That was the only thing he could think of at that moment.

—You... you've just called me minutes before your game. Is everything okay? Do you need something? —For you, it was strange that Mason called you, especially right before his game. Mason's teammates melt with your response, you seemed like a worried girlfriend.

—N-no, I was calling to know if you're on Stamford Bridge. —He stuttered, nervous about your answer. You smiled a bit, already seated between the blue tide of fans.

—Of course! I wouldn't miss a game for anything Mase. —And that was the end of him. He said goodbye saying that he had to go out and play and hoped you liked the game, while all his friends were shouting acknowledging that probably by the end of the year, they would have a new addition on their team.

The match ended with Chelsea winning by two goals and the assistance of Mason. You couldn't be more proud of him and after the exhilarating victory at Stamford Bridge, you made your way to the cooldown room, where players and staff often gather to unwind after the match.

As you entered, you spotted Mason, the hero of the game with his crucial assist. A sense of pride swelled within you as you approached him. He was putting something in his backpack, distracted.

—Incredible game out there, —you said, startling Mason. He turned with a smile, recognizing your voice without seeing your face.

—Thanks, this means a lot to me... —Mason replied, his face beaming with satisfaction. You both exchanged a few more words about the match, sharing our favourite moments and the atmosphere at the stadium. Then, out of the blue, Mason's tone turned slightly more serious.

—You know... —he said, pausing for a moment. —I've been thinking. We've been through so much together, your support has meant a lot to me.

You nodded, feeling a sense of tenderness with him. Mason took a deep breath before continuing. —Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to grab dinner later. Just to say thanks for always being there, you know?

Surprised by the unexpected invitation, you couldn't help but smile. —I'd be honoured to join you. —You said, laughing out of nervousness.

A couple hours later, Mason kept his hand on your lower back as he led you through the restaurant, your body settled into his side. His hand slid around your waist while opening the door, a shiver already wracking your body. You gasped at the white snow starting to lay outside, thick flakes slowly falling from the sky.

—Look there! Mase, it's snowing! —You tugged a little on Mason's hand on your waist, the heat replacing the cold feeling on your fingers. There was already a pretty thick layer on the ground and you wondered briefly how long it had been snowing. —It's so pretty.

Mason watched your smile widen when he was paying the bill, as you tilted your head back, eyes squinting as the flakes cascaded down. He'd never seen anyone get so excited over snow.

You looked so good under the twinkling lights, the candle in the middle of the table illuminating half of your face. He was having an amazing time, already realizing he mad in love with you.

From the way you keep your hair in a messy ponytail to the way you are surprised by the snow. Everything about you was perfect for him.

—Do you want to go for a walk before I take you home? —He slid his hand over your jaw, his thumb stroking away the little flake on your cheek. You gave a small nod, flushed since all of this was new for you. He grinned before stepping back and holding his hand out to you.

—M'lady?

You looped your arm through his and the two of you started off down the street, his gaze darting between you and the falling snow. You snuggle as close as possible to him to steal some of his natural body heat.

Snow was falling and settling into Mason’s hair, individual flakes dropping onto his eyelashes and you were certain he’d never looked prettier.

—Remember the time I tried to sneak out and you caught me? That time I was actually grounded for fighting with my brother and I wanted to buy the new console game you were so interested in. —You said, recalling those silly things.

He didn't know if his cheeks were flushed pink from the cold or from what you'd just said.

—But that game was so expensive!

—I know! I just wanted to give you something for your birthday. That's why I didn't have any presents for you at your birthday party.

Mason caught your gaze, head cocking curiously at the sudden shy look that had taken over your features. You let your eyes wander from him to the snow-filled street around you. You slowed to a stop, right against the barriers of the little lake and you leant against it, the two of you facing each other, your hand still clasped in his.

All you wanted was to grab him and kiss him, you didn’t care who saw or if you got a cold, you just wanted to kiss him in the snow.

After a silence, he said: —You know I want you, right?

You looked at him. Surprised. Self-conscious Scared. But above all, in love.

—I've been thinking and I can't help falling for you now. I’m not jealous because you have other people in your life, I’m not a fucking kid. That time with Phil, at the party, made me realize that I want you with me... By my side. I want to be the one you say 'I love you' to, I want to be the one that cuddles you, that-

You interrupted him. —Mase, I… I don’t know how to say this… —Voice uncertain as you watched for his reaction, for any flicker of emotion that stated he didn't want that.

His face fell, and he retracted his hands from the barriers that before were trapping you between his body and the barriers. Ready for rejection, he looked into your eyes.

—I… I like you too. —You looked down, feigning sadness. When you looked up, he was squinting at you. —I don't know how are you convincing my brother you're good enough for me...

—I'd probably invite him to one of my games and we could go for dinner after the game? I'll book somewhere for us. —You matched his smile with a nod, shoulders relaxing slightly after the confession as you pulled your hand from his so you could settle your arms around his neck instead.

—Sounds amazing. Deep inside he's a West Ham fan, y'know. — Mason's face contorted a little when he bumped his nose against yours, lips lightly brushing together.

—Oh shut up, —he muttered into your lips, —let me kiss you.

And you obeyed, your hands resting nervously at his neck as he ravished you, his tongue begging for entrance. You allowed it, moaning into his lips as they intertwined perfectly. His hands travelled from your hair to your waist where he pushed you closer to him.

You indeed had waited your whole life for this.

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12 Days of Ficmas ❅ Day 4

Word Count: 1.6K Paring: Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader Prompt @a-cure-for-writers-block: mothering their S/Os younger siblings and making sure they're getting enough to eat

Summary: Lip Gallagher has had a hell of a year, and most of the time he doesn't think he deserve the mercy he's been shown. But (Y/N) will stop at nothing to make sure he and his family know they are taken care of. And he knows it.

A/N: a bit late, but still published. Also, this is very short and sweet and does not follow the canon after season 5. Kind of went off path to give Lip a bit of a quicker redemption. Hope y'all enjoy!

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“Yo, Lip,” Ian’s sleepy voice rang through his brother’s phone. “Uh, your girlfriend is over here, and I think she’s gone crazy.”

“What you mean?” Lip chuckled as he rubbed his hands together to warm them up. “‘Cause that’s a lot coming from you.”

“Very funny,” he laughed sarcastically. “No, but she made Christmas puke on the house, and she’s been cooking nonstop since this morning. She hounded us all morning until we ate breakfast and wouldn’t stop until we sat down at the table.” ”

Lip couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face as he pictured his girlfriend with her face dirtied by food, her hair tied back and away from her face, and her voice carrying around the house as she made sure everyone had eaten. It was one of the things he loved about her and one of the reasons he was glad she had come into his life. “Look, I’ll be home soon,” he chuckled. “Can you just make sure she actually eats? I know she’s gonna forget.”

“Fine,” Ian groaned. “Just hurry up.”

(Y/N) had come into Lip’s life at a moment when he was sure his life would have gone down the rails. She has become his sense of normalcy in his less-than-normal life. He had needed something to ground him back to earth, and that was exactly what she had done. After being so close to rock bottom he could taste the soil on the ground, she had been the only one that had been able to bring him back to his feet.

As he got off the L, he wondered what she could have ever seen in him. She was smart and beautiful and a complete juxtaposition to the man he was. She was sunshine where he was rain, she was happiness where he was gloom, she was future while he was stuck in the past. And she was everything he never thought he needed.

The moment he reached the house, he could hear the chatter from his family and the smell of (Y/N)’s cooking. Inside, Liam, Carl, and Ian were hypnotized by the TV while (Y/N) and Debbie talked away in the kitchen.

Ian had not lied. The Gallagher house had been decorated like it had never been before. From garlands to stockings above the fireplace, to a massive Christmas tree in front of the stairs, it was a scene that had never lived inside that house. “Yo, you weren’t kidding, huh?” Lip chuckled as he shook off his jacket. “Didn’t think we’d ever have these many decorations.”

“And presents,” Carl grinned. “Check under the tree.”

Just like his younger brother had pointed, under the pine rested a couple of boxes wrapped in kraft paper. Each of them had every one of the Gallagher’s names written on them and a glittering red bow around them. It truly was more than Lip could have ever expected.

“Ian, did she eat something?”

“Yeah,” he said. “She’s also been pecking at everything she’s doing.”

“Alright, thanks.”

Taking the scenery in, Lip walked into the kitchen to find (Y/N) wearing a dirty apron and plates balanced on her arms.

“You’re home,” she smiled, kissing his cheek as she walked past him to give the three boys each a plate. “Good. There’s a plate for you in the microwave. I made some turkey sandwiches for lunch. Light enough to not fill you guys up for dinner but strong enough to tide you over until then.”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” the boys chorused before digging into their sandwiches and focusing back on the TV.

“This is so good, (Y/N),” Debbie exclaimed from the breakfast table. “I don’t know how you’re not studying to be a chef.”

“I cook for fun, not for work,” the young woman smiled. “That’s what engineering school is for.”

“I’m just saying,” she shrugged. “If the genius stuff doesn’t work out, you could definitely be a chef.”

“Thank you, Debs,” (Y/N) responded. “And speaking of school, how was your last final, babe? I know this semester has been a bit hard.”

Understatement of the century, Lip had thought. He couldn’t understand how he had not been expelled after everything he had done the year before. He had been so close to losing it all. Had it not been for (Y/N) stopping him before he smashed Youens car and speaking up on his behalf at the disciplinary meeting, he was sure he would have gotten a worse punishment than a semester suspension. She had been the saving grace he didn’t know he needed, and she was the reason he understood he needed help.

Lip had inherited more than a hard life from his parents, he’d fallen victim to their addictive genetics and gone off the deep end with a bottle of liquor in hand. But somehow, she had been there to pull him up while he was down and walk beside him as he got back onto the right path. She stayed with him as he rebuilt himself into the man people believed he was.

“I think it went pretty well,” he said before taking a bite of his sandwich. “Won’t know until after the break, but if midterms were anything to go by, I did good.”

“That’s good. I’m pretty sure you did very well,” she smiled as she sat beside him, placing a hand on his and a coffee cup in front of his plate. “And I know you’re tired, but I’m gonna need you to help me prep the table for dinner tonight. Kev, V, and the girls are coming over. Fiona can’t make it, but she’ll try for actual Christmas Day or New Year's.”

“You’ve got everything planned out already, don’t you?” Lip chuckled. “Not that I am surprised in any way, shape or form.”

“I would have told you earlier, but I wanted you to focus on your exams,” she said before turning to the boys in the living room. “Hey, guys! Remember to wash your dishes when you’re done! I’m gonna need them for tonight.”

“Yes, (Y/N),” they chorused back.

“You got them very well trained,” Debbie laughed. “Where have you been all our lives?”

“Just on the other side of town,” the girl smiled. “Now hurry and finish eating. We’ve got work to do.”

After everyone finished their lunch and the how was suddenly dispersed of children, (Y/N) and Lip set off to work. While she waltzed around the kitchen, he rearranged the formal dining area to fit all the guests. As he walked around the house, the young man wanted to laugh. He remembered a time when that type of domesticity would have sent him running, searching for the easiest way to drown his fears of commitment and stability. But there he was, setting tables for a dinner party that his girlfriend had cooked, and he didn’t feel the jittery need to escape. He didn’t feel the anxious desire to feel alcohol burn its way down his throat and fill him with a mirage of confidence. He wanted to stay.

“Hey,” he whispered after he had finished his task, snaking his arms around her waist and kissing her cheeks. “Thanks for doing this.”

“Of course,” she smiled, leaning into the comfort and warmth of his touch. “Do you think there’s enough food I don’t know if I should set out some snacks for the kids while the turkey is finished. Maybe dinner is too late for Jemma and Amy. I should set some snacks out.”

“(Y/N), baby,” he chuckled. Lip flipped her around, kissing her lips softly to stop her rambling. “There’s enough food, and they should be starving by dinner. You worked hard enough on all these dishes, they need to be eaten.”

“And they will, but…”

“You really enjoy mommying them, don’t you?” Lip grinned lovingly. “You know they’re not kids anymore –other than Liam. The other ones are all teenagers, they know how to get food when they’re hungry.”

“I know that. But I just wanna make sure they know there’s someone here that cares about them other than you now that Fiona’s gone,” she admitted, her eyes falling onto the hands she pressed to his chest. “And I want them to like me, Lip. I’m in it for the long run, babe.”

“If there’s one thing I can assure you, it’s that the Gallagher family loves you,” he smiled. His hand caressed her cheek softly, and it surprised him that only a year before, his knuckles would have been ripped and bloodied. But not with her. Never with her. “And if you keep cooking like this for them, they’ll make sure you’re here forever.”

“And what about you? Would you want me to stay forever?”

Lip couldn’t help the smile that spread across his mouth. As he stared into her eyes, it took everything inside him not to spoil the plans he had for Christmas morning. He wanted to give her all the reassurance she could need with the ring he had hidden deep in his underwear drawer. But when he had a plan, it was hard to divert from it. “How could I want anything else?” he grinned. “Now, why don’t we finish up here so we can have a little treat before dinner ourselves?”

“Philip Gallagher,” she exclaimed at his advance, slapping his chest playfully. “I have too much work to do to be thinking about that.”

“Come on, I’ve only been thinking about this all day,” he groaned. “It’s the only thing that got me through that test.”

“Then you can wait a bit more,” she laughed. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while, baby. All good things come to those who wait.”

And, at that moment, she had no idea how much truth there was in that statement.

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luveline · 11 months

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Jade, after the last zombie blurb I can’t stop thinking about like, r taking care of Steve’s knee. Poor boy does so much for everyone else and probably doesn’t think to take care of himself so r just wraps it for him or something. Feel free to use this as a prompt if you’d like, no pressure!!

thank you for the prompt beautiful, I thought it was a great idea!! steve zombie au — you wrap up Steve's injured knee and get ready to move out of your makeshift camp. tw for zombie apocalypse typical violence and gore

There's a misery in the air thick as coal dust. For five days now, you, Steve, and the rest of the survivors from The College have been holed up in an apartment building within the city that surrounds The Michigan–Indiana border. At first, you'd been scared that the raiders who ruined your community would follow the tracks and find you, but a handful of scouts doubled back to find the ruins of your community completely empty. Wrecked, but uninhabited.

With no one to hide from, a new problem emerges. How are you going to feed this many mouths, support so many children who can't fend for themselves?

You have to get back on the road.

So people are packing up. You, amongst the injured, can only sit and watch, though your cuts and bruises get better everyday and this is more of a Steve-mandated bed rest than a necessary sit down. Meanwhile, Steve limps around on his hurting knee and pretends it doesn't hurt at all. You can see him across the room from you now, helping a young girl tie her borrowed shoes tightly. You'll be walking as far as you can tonight, which with little ones won't be very far, but to them will seem like miles and miles and miles.

"How's that? Not too tight?" he asks, tying her laces.

"It's okay."

"You need them nice and snug so you don't get blisters, I know it's not comfortable. You're being really brave, Debbie."

"Is my dad coming home soon?"

You're terrified for a moment that her dad is one of the people who didn't make it here with you, but luckily Steve must know who she means, and he says, "Any minute now, the river's not far. Do you want to come and sit with me and my girlfriend?"

She nods to her left, where a book rests face down. "I'm okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome. We're just over there if you change your mind, okay?"

He points at you. Debbie and Steve notice you watching them, and you give them a friendly smile and wave. You know you don't look especially inviting. You have marks all over your arms, more on your legs though they're hidden by your pants, and your hair hasn't been taken care of in a week. Your wave falters, even as Steve waves back.

You pull on the jacket you've been given and pull the hood over your hair before Steve gets back to you.

Steve sits down next to you and sighs.

"Ready to go?" he asks.

"Yeah." It's not as if you have any possessions to pack. "Are you?"

"For sure," he says, dropping his face into his hands. "No, god… I'm tired, I don't wanna walk. I wish we could stay here."

"I know, I'm sorry."

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and straightens up. You haven't had a whole lot to talk about with one another lately, but luckily love doesn't need a lot. Your hands meet like magnets and your fingers thread together, his palm rough as yours but pleasantly warm.

You sit like that for a while.

"Here, the boon you requested," Robin announces, dropping a little white parcel into your lap. "Did you guys need socks? Sarah said she'd swap me four whole pairs for one of my hoodies."

Robin being willing to swap one of her hoodies for socks makes you wanna cry. You smile at her.

"We don't need any socks. You need to stop trading your things away," Steve says.

"I know you'll find me another one." She looks between you both and bites her lip, hands moving up to her hair. She scratches through it. "Maybe we could stay here tonight, catch up with everyone else tomorrow," she suggests, eyeing you both thoughtfully.

"No," Steve says, kind but firm. "We're ready to go."

"Okay. Well, I'm gonna go see if Chloe needs a hand with baby Ada," Robin says. She makes a heart with her hand and pushes it down at you. You make one back.

"She doesn't even like babies," Steve says as she leaves.

"She's amazing. Okay, take your pants off handsome."

Steve blinks at you. "Excuse me?"

You hold the bandage Robin brought you between your index and middle finger. "Time to wrap you up."

"I'm not cut."

"I know, but we're gonna be walking, and your knee still hurts. The compression will help."

Steve knows you're right, even if he isn't eager to be looked after. You shake the blanket over his lap and he slides out of his pants, baring his purpled knee to you unhappily.

"The bruise is worse," you murmur, unwrapping the bandage from itself in looser circles around your hand. "But it doesn't look swollen anymore. How does it feel?"

"I was shit scared it was fucked forever, but it was just sprained. It's definitely getting better," he confesses.

"And if it was fucked?" you ask. He told you it didn't even hurt. "Were you going to pretend forever?"

"As long as a I could."

You rub your thumb over his kneecap and wince at his wincing. "Lame… This is gonna hurt, I'm sorry, but not for long."

"How d'you know it won't make it worse?"

"According to Sarah's copy of Field Medicine for Injury and Disease, it won't. I'm gonna start on top so it doesn't chafe while we walk, and I'm going to pull it really tight, so tell me if it doesn't feel right."

"Can I ask you something?" Steve says severely. "Who the fuck is Sarah?"

You wrap his knee. One round of white bandages at a time with a continued pressure, your fingers as gentle as they can be over the stain of his contusion. He doesn't make a sound the whole time, though you know it aches.

"Did Robin give you her last quarter?" you ask.

"What, the oxycontin? No, I think she gave it to Jonathan. His burn is scabbing over."

"Then you have nerves of steel." You want to call him my love, or my boy, but you're not often like that, and not in front of so many people. While nobody's watching, you lean down and kiss his knee. You're embarrassed as soon as you've done it but you can't take it back; you sit up and finish tucking in the end.

Steve takes your face into his hand unexpectedly.

He might call you honey, or baby, but he's quiet. You miss him so much and he's right here —you don't need The College if he's with you, but you'll miss your bedroom, because there he'd talk for hours about whatever he wanted. You'd give anything to be back there even for a second listening to him re-explain the plot of Fast Times, or try to convince you that cheese didn't even taste that good anyways so don't bother missing it.

But you're here, and he's gonna be fine. One day he's gonna feel like chatting his nonsense again and you'll be there to listen. Until then, you'll do your best to take care of him.

"Thanks," he says, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

He looks so pretty. Brown eyes, the lingering purple and yellow of the shiner he suffered nearly invisible under the dark shadows beneath them. His hair is limp and a tiny bit longer than he prefers to have it, kissing his neck on both sides. He doesn't look clean, and it doesn't matter.

"You're welcome. Now put your pants back on, Steve. We have places to be soon."

He squeezes your cheek. "I don't think I can stand up."

You help him back into his pants, the both of you laughing, and shuffle on your butt so you can sit hip to hip with him, your arm curled behind the small of his back.

"Put your head on my shoulder, please," you say.

Steve complies.

You smile to yourself when he starts to talk quietly, "Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I went to Switzerland? Skiing?"

"No," you murmur back. "What happened?"

"I fell on my face. So, I was seventeen, and my mom…"

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if you’re reading this, thank you so much! I know some of you are dedicated readers of the zombie au and it warms my heart completely, it makes writing for them so so rewarding and I couldn’t be more grateful <3 if you have any requests for them let me know if you’d like to! but thank you again either way!

#steve zombie!au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

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hyukalyptus · 7 months

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HP HP HP !!!

sending this to soobin while he’s out with friends to tease him ☺️ w chubby reader ofc do i even need to specify anymore lmao

the link is like,, semi-nsfw ig?? nothing explicit but it’s suggestive lol

cw. chubby!reader, sending nudes (kinda), soft soobie, nipple play, consent is sexy :3

omggg peeacch u got me kickin n gigglin. soobin would literally combust lol. just thinkin about him in a restaurant booth and he gets ur text, but when those pop up he gets that surprised look on his face like 'o' you know the one. and hides the screen from everyone else so he can giggle at them to himself

and sorry if im disappointing everyone w the lack of mean dom but i just see him sending a cute message back like~

you're so beautiful, baby <3 or that dress looks so pretty with your hair~ kinda thing. nd he can't help but be giddy the rest of the evening lol. and all his friends are like bro whats wrong w u and he does the lil debby ryan hair tuck like nothing~ heeheehee

but when he gets home :( nd ur just relaxing on the couch and y'all share a cute lil chat of how were your friends? good, but i missed you. i missed you too. you look so pretty. thank you babe :3

and sry but consent is the hottest thing to me so he walks over and he fiddles with the sleeve a bit before asking a cute lil "can i?" and you nod and he unties it slowly before slipping his hand under the fabric too feel u <3

and u eventually end up straddling him in bed, leaning over him so he can squeeze both of ur tits together, licking ur nipples for however long he wants, just so slow and warm and cozy and AH.

#hp's hard thoughts ☁️#soobin hard thoughts #soobin smut #peach!

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sunny44 · 1 year

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I’m the right one for you love

Pairing: Mason Mount x fem!reader

Warnings: none I guess but let me know if it has.

Summary: Mason was getting married to a woman he thinks is the one for him and he’s 100% sure that he’s doing the right thing but this was until he saw you before saying yes.

Getting married.

That's what the guy I was in love with was going to do.

We dated for 4 years until we broke up because distance was ruining our relationship, but it was never because we didn't love each other anymore.

And 1 year later I saw on the internet that he was with someone else and now after 2 years of relationship with her he asked her to marry him.

What made me think was the fact that I was not the right person for him, because besides knowing each other before we were really in a relationship, our relationship lasted longer than theirs and I don't think he ever considered marrying me

I actually don't know why I received an invitation to the wedding, inside the envelope was a note that I had not yet opened because I was afraid to read the note and it would be him saying that he wanted me there because he wanted us to be friends.

But I couldn't be just friends with him.

But finally I decided that I would read it because I would regret not reading it at least.

But when I saw it I was surprised because the note was not from him but from his mother where she said that I had to show up and make sure that the wedding didn't happen, that I should stop him from making the biggest mistake of his life according to her.

But I wasn't sure if I should do that because even though her intentions are good, she has no way of knowing Mason's real feelings for his fiancée, so from her perspective it could be wrong but not from his.

And I stayed with this thought until the wedding day where I got all dressed up and decided that I would go, but I wouldn't stand in the way, I would just make him see me and if he really wanted to be with me he would say otherwise I wouldn't stand in the way.

I was almost late for the ceremony in the church and when I arrived I could see him at the altar holding her hand, the noise of the church doors caught everyone's attention including his.

I could see Debbie smiling along with the rest of his family and Mason standing paralyzed at the altar as his fiancée called him.

"Mason? Hey." She snaps her fingers in front of his face who finally comes out of his trance looking at her. "Answer."

"What?"

"Answer yes." He looks at her and then at me.

"I can't."

"You can't or you won't?"

"Both. I'm sorry but you are not the person I should be marrying."

I can hear the sounds of surprise her family made as he came down from the altar and started walking toward me.

"Hi." I said softly as soon as he got close to me.

"Hi." He smiled. "How did you know about the wedding?"

"Your mom invited me." He laughs and looks at his mother who winked at him . "She told me to show up and stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life."

"And as always you saving me from doing stupid things."

"So you're not mad that I ruined your marriage?"

"No. In fact I couldn't be happier to see you."

"Good because I'm happy to see you too."

"Do you want to get out of here?" he holds out his hand to me and I take it.

"For sure." He smiles and pulls me out of the church.

"You look beautiful, by the way." He says with a teasing smile as I was wearing a dress he had bought for me.

"I thought it would be the perfect occasion to wear it for the first time.”

"You look perfect in it.” He stopped in front of me and kissed me, he kissed me like it was the first time and after many years I felt again the same butterflies that I always felt when he kisses me and it was magical. "Did you came by car?”

"Yes, why?

"Do you want to find some place and marry me?"

"What?"

"You want to marry me? I should have made this question a long time ago but I was a fool to let you go but I won't make the same mistake again. So do you want to marry me?"

"I do." He smiles and kisses me again.

"Then let's go."

And after all it was worth it to have read the note.

Bonus scene!

Yourusername stories

I guess I’m Ms. Mount now (tagged: masonmount)

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redwiccanrobin · 5 months

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Debbie Gallagher was just a baby the first time her mother left her. Most of her memories wrapped up in the image of Monica making a getaway and not looking back until she needed something from them. Forced to watch Fiona and Lip play mom and dad for them. Clinging to Frank because at least he didn’t leave. She was just a baby when it was drilled into her head that she wasn’t good enough to stick around for.

As she grew up, she become more and more desperate for any type of love. Even of the shallow variety. Desperate for someone to hold her and tell her she’s beautiful. Desperate for someone to stay. She shed the image of the innocent little girl she once was in hopes to find a love that lasts a lifetime. Clinging to anyone who’s gaze lingered a little longer than she was used to. It filled her with delight. At least, for a time. Until they turned and left her once more, mirroring the image of her mother.

Many ask why Debbie is the way that she is. Critique every sharp angle of hers, demanding that she be perfect. The perfect victim that so many of us are pressured to be. To smile and act pretty. To ignore the hurt that is coursing through us as we speak. We don their masks. We play their games. We hide the tears that are threatening to come down our face. But still, there’s a glint in their eye and a sneer overcoming their mouth.

Debbie is the way that she is because inside rests a little girl afraid of the world. Who’s mother left her to a father that drinks. She became frightened of the word goodbye. Because that word stings, tells her that she’s doomed to stay alone. She is the way that she is because she grew in pain and trauma. Painting her face at a young age in hopes that someone, anyone, will take her hand and ask her to dance. Will lead her to a life that she craves. Surrounded by love. Surrounded by people who stay.

Someone asked me why I love Debbie. To them, it doesn’t make any sense. Compassion. That is what I feel for Debbie. Understanding. That is what I feel for Debbie. Hurt. That is what I feel for Debbie. And when I look at Debbie, I see a mirror. For I know what it’s like to have a scared little girl resting inside of you. I know what it’s life to question why people leave. I know what it’s like to hold on a little too hard. Why do I love Debbie? Because she represents a part of me. She represents a part of a lot of us. And we deserve to see that part go on and be happy.

#shameless #shameless us #shameless meta #debbie gallagher

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yourfifitherealone · 1 year

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Spoil You (Villain Deku)

TW: suggestive flirting, kidnapping, (mention of previously) drugging, suggestive touching, cursing (just once)

You felt the cold touch of the chains wrapped around your body, the gold shiny gag on your mouth and the silver chains behind your back strapped to a plump pillow chair.

"Darling, you comfy?" The green haired man asked drooping his head on the back of his chair to see you. "You look beautiful in the gifts I gave you, sweetheart." You struggled to keep your dripping saliva off you but the gag was making it complicated. You'd had been in here before, Villian Izuku's lavish house. He'd had took your from your apartment before since he was very feared, no one really told him off or even tried to stop him.

You stayed to not mind as much and only got mad at minor stuff like if he drugged you (which he didn't do frequently) and you got a headache ect. Izuku walks over while giggling to himself at your struggle. He sighs, "I guess I can take this off you now...you've haven't given me a hard time, not at all."

Izuku held the gag with a strong grip watching intently at the spit on the gag, drip onto the velvet rug. "Stop being a perv, you." He snapped his attention back to you with a sigh, "That's like asking me not to BREATHE around you, Doll, that's a very complicated request.."

Your rolled your eyes and he continued to talk, "Your so demanding..that's why I love you. You keep me on track..OF YOU! To make sure to send you a ring for every anniversary.." "We don't have a anniversary" you answered. "To give you flowers every birthday.." "Stop doing that."

"My love, don't be such a Debby downer." He dropped the gag into the sink in the walk in closet bathroom. When he was back you were trying to yank on the chains that binded you to the chair. "You wanna get out? Why?" "It hurts my arms, you dick."

He he put his arms dramatically over his heart like you'd just shot him with a crossbow. "Y/N! What strong language towards your fiancee. I'm disappointed." "Fine whatever just please untie me, please." "Hmmmm. Only because you're my favorite" he said as he bopped your nose lightly with his finger.

Izuku untied you and suddenly you jumped into his arms. "Woah! Hey what are you-" "Sorry for..what I said. I was just annoyed and whatever but you do a lot of stuff for me so y'know thanks." You awkwardly apologized. When you look up at Izuku he was deeply blushing and trying hard to hide the bulge in his pants.

You shrugged and smiled and laid on his bed covered in green blankets,pillows and poorly made plushies of you. If you had a pervert stalker admirer that coincidentally was super rich...might as well make the best of it. "Uh did you mean what you said or were you just.. joking" he said nervously sitting on the bed witlh his back to you. "I meant it and maybe if this day goes well I might let you take me out after I finish work." Izuku's eyes lit up and started jittering with his tie, "Really? You promise?!" You moved towards him and placed your hand gently on his cheek "I promise, Izuku."

"Yes! I promise you will NEVER regret it! I'll treat you like a queen, spoil you with anything you want and desire, I promise on my life I'll try my hardest to get you everything you need." "Okay calm down" you joked. The rest of the day was with him trying to give you massages all over, kisses and more rants about what you two will do in the future...you definitely went out on that date.

@therealist-arsonist thx for editing 😁

#mha #my hero academia #fanfic #yandere #villain deku #villain deku x reader #villaindeku fanfic

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arrowflier · 1 year

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Prompt request? Mickey and Ian have a newborn baby girl and Franny is upset about it. Everyone thinks its because shes not the only little girl in the family now. But Franny shocks everyone when she tearfully admits that "She wanted Uncle Mickey to be HER Daddy."

So this is...less than a year old at least, which is more than I can say for the rest of my inbox. And chosen by an RNG to be my first foray back into speedwrites!

Father Figure--AKA: 5 Times Franny Hated Her New Cousin (+1 Time She Didn’t (also on AO3)

1. It starts at the hospital. The lights are bright, the room is cold, and a gown-clad Debbie is placing a tiny pink bundle into Ian’s waiting arms.

“You did it,” Ian breathes, gathering it close to his chest. “You did it, Debs, she’s perfect.”

“I don’t know about that,” Mickey challenges. “She’s got Milkovich in her, after all.”

But he smiles when Ian turns toward him, and his eyes are wet and shining.

“Do you want to hold our daughter?” Ian asks, and Mickey is already reaching out. He sits on the edge of the bed with the baby in his arms, and sighs.

Franny sits beside him, her short legs dangling. She leans against his side, but his arms are occupied.

“That’s your cousin, Franny,” Debbie says. Franny can feel her mom’s feet twitch under the covers. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

Franny considers the blob in her Uncle’s lap. It’s red and wrinkled and ugly, and he’s looking at it like it’s the best thing in the world.

“It looks like a potato,” she blurts. Jumps off the bed before her mom can kick her.

“I don’t like potatoes.”

2. It’s Friday afternoon, and Franny ran right to her room after school. She’s halfway through packing her overnight bag—pajamas, check, stuffed racecar from Uncle Mickey, check—when her mom catches up.

“Franny.” It’s a sigh, it’s always a sigh these days. Like she was named with the last bit of patience someone had.

“What are you doing?”

Franny looks at her bag. Looks at the blanket in her hand.

“Getting ready.”

“For what?”

“For movie night.”

“Fran, hon.” Her mom pushes off the doorframe, steps into the room. “You’re not going to your Uncles this week.”

“Yuhuh,” Franny argues. “We’re watching Cars.”

They’d made the plans weeks ago. She’d marked the days off on her silly princess calendar with the stickers Uncle Ian had given her.

“Not this week you’re not,” her mom says. “They’re busy with the baby.”

Franny thinks about this. Shrugs.

“She can come I guess.”

Her mom laughs.

“Fran, that’s not how it works. A baby can’t—“

Franny doesn’t hear the rest. She’s already halfway down the stairs, blanket discarded on the floor.

3. It’s eight o’clock in the morning, and Franny has never been this anxious for anything in her life. The table is still littered with sticky breakfast dishes, and her socked feet are wet and cold as the snow seeps through them.

“Where’s Uncle Mickey?” she asks from the open door, shivering in the December air.

“What do you mean?” The question comes from behind her, warm at her back. “He’s at home.”

“No he’s not,” Franny says. “They’re not here yet.”

“What…oh,no.”

Footsteps behind her. The door taken from her grip. Hands on her sides, picking her up—a grunt with the effort—and she’s set back down on the tile inside.

“He’s at his own house, Fran.” Her mother turns her around, looks in her eyes. “With Ian and the baby.”

“But they’re always here for presents,” Franny whispers.

“They’ll be over later for dinner with everyone else,” her mom answers, and that isn’t good enough. They’re not supposed to be everybody else.

4. Franny’s eyes are still smarting from the stage lights when she stumbles out of the dressing room and into her mom’s arms.

“Franny!” She’s picked up and whirled around, set back on unsteady feet. “You were great, honey, a real prima ballerina!”

But Franny isn’t listening. She’s looking for someone else, someone who promised he would be there.

“Did he miss it?”

Her mom stops talking.

“Who?” she asks, and Franny scowls.

“Uncle Mickey. Did he miss it?”

“Oh.” Her mom laughs. “No, he was here. He watched the whole thing.”

“Then where is he?”

He was supposed to bring her flowers. The good ones, their favorites. And then he was going to take her out for ice cream, and let her ride in the front of the car with him, and—

“He had to run,” her mom says. “Your Uncle Ian called, the baby had a fever, and—“

Franny started walking.

5. “Why is she here?”

It’s the first thing Franny says when she opens the door to her two Uncles and the baby-pink monstrosity of her cousin’s stroller.

“Uh.” Mickey answers first, exchanging a look with Ian and rubbing a hand over his chin. “She’s a little young to be home alone, don’t ya think?”

It’s light, like a joke. She doesn’t think it’s funny.

“But why is she here?” Franny emphasizes. “With you?”

He looks confused, now.

“Because I’m her dad?” he says. “Franny, what—“

“You’re supposed to be my dad!”

The silence after her outburst is deafening.

“You…”

Her eyes are closed. She doesn’t open them. She doesn’t even bother to slam the door when she turns tail and runs straight to her room.

He finds her there a few minutes later. Too long. Not long enough. He sits next to her bed with a groan as his knees fold, and leans his head back against the mattress.

He doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t either. But her sniffles dry up, and he pats her ankle where it hangs over the edge of the bed, and he stays.

“I know you’re not my dad,” Franny admits. The words are raw in her already sore throat.

“No,” Mickey agrees. “I’m better.”

It earns him a ragged little giggle, almost without Franny’s own permission.

“You know,” he starts once she’s calmed down again, “you’re kinda the reason we have her.”

And Franny doesn’t really like that.

“Why?” she asks, and thinks she knows the answer.

“Never thought I’d be much of a dad,” Mickey answers. “But hanging out with you…you made me realize I could.”

Oh. That wasn’t what she was expecting.

“I did?”

“Hell yeah, kid.” Mickey leans his head back, looking at her upside down from his place on the floor. “You’re a badass, and for some reason you seem to like, me, so…”

“You’re my favorite Uncle,” Franny tells him, and watches him grin.

“And you’re my favorite Franny.”

+1. The others are all there when they come back downstairs. Mom and Uncle Ian are exchanging weird looks, Uncle Lip is pretending to drink, and Tami and Uncle Carl are on the floor playing with Fred and the baby.

They all avert their gazes when Uncle Mickey, standing next to her, glares at them.

“You wanna come hang with me and Ian, kid?” Mickey asks her.

And she does. She really does. But she wants to do something else first.

“I want to play,” she says instead, and plops right down on the carpet next to the younger kids.

She knows the adults are all watching. She doesn’t really care. The only eyes she’s concerned with are Uncle Mickey’s, and the pale blue orbs on the face in front of her.

“That’s not how you do it,” she says, and takes away the block the baby is slobbering all over.

“Franny, why don’t you—“

She ignores her mom, and puts one block on top of another.

“You do it like this,” she says sternly, and then kicks the tower down.

The baby shrieks with laughter.

“Let them play,” Mickey says in the background. “My girl knows what she’s doing.”

Next time, Franny helps the baby knock the tower down.

#Sunday Night Speedwrites #fanfic #gallavich #mickey milkovich #franny gallagher #Uncle Mickey #Dad Mickey #other people are there too but they aren't important #gallagher family dynamics

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anadiasmount · 2 years

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maybe moving on is better? -- mason mount x reader.

first part above!!!

You chuckle to yourself and face him. His brown eyes are soft, nothing similar or exact to that night. “I was just heading inside to help Debbie!” you quickly excused yourself, rushing to get out of there. His girlfriend is here… wow, well super unexpected…

A gorgeous blonde with ripped jeans, and a turtleneck walks in, not even bothering to say hello to his family, well what a surprise huh? Although she stops and stares directly at you. You chose to ignore her, not bothering her presence.

Mason comes inside and as soon as she sees him she jumps on him, kissing him hard and passionately. His eyes remain open looking directly over at me, at least I think so. She rests her hands on his neck, “Masey, I missed you..” Jaz and I internally cringe at her tone of voice.

You look over and walk towards Jaz, pretending their conversation is non-existent. “She's come over a couple of times to dinner but has never made an effort to get to know us,” Jaz admits. “Is she always that touchy and cringe?” you can’t help it but your jealousy gets over you. You shouldn't feel this way, he was never yours…

Jaz shrugs shaking her head side to side thinking, “Almost all the time, he gets annoyed fast and then they argue. Rumor has it-” Jaz clears her throat as the blonde walks over to you, a fake smile plastered over her face.

She crosses her arms and stands in front of you, “Hi I’m Allison, I haven't seen you around here before, are you new here or?” she cocks her head to the side, her diamond earring shining. “No I'm an old family friend, nice to meet you I’m y/n” you point out.

She hums before looking around the room, no sign of Mason anywhere. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you, the infamous y/n. Really it's such an honor,” your cheeks burn red at her words, what does she mean? Did Mason tell her about “Us”?

“Listen I-” you begin to speak but she raises her hand quieting you down, “Save it. I don’t care. Just stay away from him, or else we will have issues.” I laugh at her words, “It's quite amusing if you tell me, you can have him, he’s all your’s sweetie,” you smile and wink at her.

The reaction she was looking for was the opposite, she scoffs and turns back. You have to face it and now comprehend Mason wasn’t coming back into your life anymore, he was taken and moved on from whatever you two had.

Throughout the evening Mason stole glances from you, looking at you in deep thought. Sure it might have been in a couple of months but to him, you looked more beautiful than ever. The shorter hair, slimmer waist, or maybe it was the top you wore that brought dirty images to his head.

To your relief, Allison left early, claiming she needed to do something in her workplace. You sat along next to Jaz, your parents to your right, his brother and parents around the table, leaving Mason sitting right in front of you.

You stayed quiet, not in the mood for conversation unless asked a question. “So y/n, you mentioned living in London, how is that going for you?” His dad asked, you swallowed your food, under everyone’s gazes you felt slightly shy and flushed.

“Well, it's very different, so much traffic and lousy streets. I’m working at an architecture firm, finishing my degree a bit up north. I got a small job where I’ll be designing blueprints for homes. Most of all, it's going well, having my dog as company helps when it thunderstorms,” you joke, receiving a small laugh from everyone.

“You got a dog?” Mason asked, slightly surprised, instead of looking up you pick at your food and respond, “Yes! A german shepherd, he’s 5 months, his name is Luka.” Mason smiled to himself, even though you weren't looking it seemed to him you were doing just fine.

“In what area are you making models for?” He wants to hear you speak, his inner thoughts and feelings wanting to rush out and tell you how he feels despite his family being there. “Kensington and near Brentford,” you rush out finally making the long-awaited eye contact.

“And when are you graduating?” he knows this stuff, he's just finding a reason to speak to you, “The first week of June,” you reply sending him a small smile. Satisfied for now you continue your meal, speaking then and there.

As the night approaches you to decide to head home, not wanting to catch the strong rain and winds while driving. You hug everyone goodbye, promising to get coffee with Jaz and come over more. Mason disappears, your heart aches a bit as you put on your coat.

A strong grip on your wrist startles you, looking up to see him. His intense gaze brings butterflies inside you, spreading across your chest. He guides you to an abandoned room, pinning you against the wall. The closeness of your bodies makes your skin hot, the familiar feeling of being close again.

“We didn't finish our conversation outside,” he mentions. “Didn't see why we needed to, we resolved everything that night. I'm keeping my distance after you said to stay away from you.” he chuckles slightly annoyed. “There are still things I haven't cleared up with you,” his voice is more serious and deep now.

“Oh please, enlighten me! Would you like me to sign a contract, and keep this between us? Or mention how your girlfriend knows so much about me? Please, Mason, go ahead” you manage to get away from his grip, crossing your arms across your chest.

He stood there dumbfounded not knowing what to say, “Forget Allison, it's just me and you. I-I-I…” he stutters, “You what Mason?” urging him to continue. “Fucking hell! I missed you dammit!” the air in your lungs disappears as you take a breath. “These months I’ve been going crazy trying to look for you, any sign of you, wanting to know what you're doing, how have you’ve been-”

“How I’ve been? Funny, you're funny. I haven't been okay Mason, constantly blaming myself for what happened, you made it seem we were done, no more texts, calls, coming over, completely done. What happened to staying away from you? Or the fact I was “pathetic” trying to save our friendship?” your eyes fog up, tears wanting to slide down.

“It’s not fair. What changed Mason? This hurts, you being here hurts. I don’t understand-” Mason strides over cupping your face with his hands as he kisses you. He deepens the kiss grabbing your waist, his tongue licking over your bottom lip. You tried to resist at first, but you found yourself mixing your salty tears with his.

“Stop, stop, you have a girlfriend, she doesn't deserve this,” he scoffs tugging his hair, “tell me you don’t feel the same way. Tell me you don’t miss me-” he begins to blurt out, you shook your head as it became too hard to hear.

“I was patient with you, gave you time, comfort, and even love when you needed it. That didn't mean anything to you in the end. All those years of our friendship to result in this? Of course, I miss you,” you admit. “But it's not the same. How do I know you're not lying to me, only saying it to bring you satisfaction?” you wait for his answer afraid of what he might say.

“It was you all along. I still have that stupid Winnie the Pooh blanket you used to wrap yourself in, still wear our friendship bracelet, your favorite movies on the bookshelf, hell, I haven't even taken down the picture frames of us in my gaming room. It was a mistake, I never meant any of that-”

“Then why did you say it?” you throw your hands in the air beginning to break down, “I don't know! I don't know y/n, but I love you, I always have. I regret everything I said before, you're not pathetic or anything like that. Just please… please give me another chance for us,” he begged.

Silence takes over the room, “How do I know you won't leave again, or lash out?” you sniffle your voice softer and delicate. He walked over to you bringing your hands to his lips, kissing over your knuckles, one by one. “Because I lost you once, I don't plan on doing it again,” he looks up with glossy eyes.

“What's it gonna be?” he whispers. Is it worth it to let him back in after trying to move on? Can you really take his word to heart, once again? Does he actually love you the way he claims to? With much courage and bravery, you look deep into his eyes, you brush your hand along his jawline, seeing his eyes flutter.

“I'm going to need some time…”

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Sleeping Beauty Spring: "Faerie Tale Theatre: Sleeping Beauty" (1983 TV series episode)

Shelley Duvall's Faerie Tale Theatre is a cult classic among children of the '80s and '90s. So many of us grew up enjoying this TV series of hour-long fairy tale adaptations, with their celebrity casts, visuals inspired by the work of famous artists and illustrators, slightly cheesy special effects, and a blend of sincerity and quirky irreverence. I saw nearly every episode in its '90s reruns on The Disney Channel, or else on VHS with my friends at school during our parents' PTA meetings.

Sleeping Beauty is the fifth episode of the series. It stars Bernadette Peters and Christopher Reeve, who not only play the Princess and her Prince, but show off their acting range by also playing each other's unsavory romantic false leads, the "bad girl" Princess Debbie and the silly, spoiled son of King Murray. The rest of the cast includes Beverly d'Angelo as the sassy villainous fairy Henbane, Carol Kane as the slightly goofy yet sweet Pink Fairy who softens Henbane's curse from death to sleep, René Auberjonois and Sally Kellerman as the Princess's parents King Boris and Queen Natasha, and George Dzundza as the Woodsman who narrates the story.

Rather than the standard Western European country, this version of the story is set in Russia – mot likely in tribute to Tchaikovsky, whose music, not only from The Sleeping Beauty but from The Nutcracker and Romeo and Juliet, is heard in excerpts throughout. This creates a beautiful and unique visual aesthetic, inspired by the fairy tale illustrations of Kay Nielsen. The bulk of the story is told as a flashback, narrated by the Woodsman to a prince and his squire. Midway through (although the twist is predictable from the start), the "squire" is revealed to really be the Prince, and vice-versa. They've switched places so the Prince can better observe the moral character of the princesses he meets: a lesson he learned some time ago, when he was nearly ensnared by the seductive Arabian princess Debbie, who turned out to be the evil fairy Henbane in disguise.

The Woodsman's tale reveals that once upon a time, Queen Natasha longed for a child, but neither she nor King Boris knew how to have one, until a tiny fairy gave them some much-needed, discreetly whispered advice. When their daughter is born, they invite six fairies to the christening: distinctly Russian-looking fairies in white gowns and ornate headscarves, who all have strange-sounding voices and bright-colored skin. (Furthermore, one fairy is male, but dresses just like the female fairies and has the mannerisms of a sassy gay man.) Villainous Henbane has gray skin, while her sweet, lisping younger sister who softens her curse is pink.

Twenty years later, the Princess has grown up to be a kind, graceful beauty, who cooks food for the poor and expresses her longing for love with the classic Judy Garland song "I'm Nobody's Baby." (A jokey anachronism, yes, but also a showcase for Bernadette Peters' famous singing voice.) In a choice that recalls the Czech film How to Wake a Princess, her parents have arranged for her to marry the son of the visiting King Murray, in hope that in his kingdom she'll be safe from Henbane's curse. But the foreign prince turns out to be a foppish, cowardly snob. Horrified by the thought of marrying him, the Princess flees to a secluded tower... where, of course, Henbane waits in disguise as an old woman with a spinning wheel.

After the sleeping Princess is found, the Pink Fairy arrives, puts the grieving King and Queen to sleep, and freezes the rest of the court like statues. But not to be outdone, Henbane surrounds the castle with "man-eating briars," which move like snakes to grab their victims, and changes herself into a reptilian, fire-breathing giant (not quite a dragon like Disney's Maleficent, but close) to prevent any prince from breaking the spell. But of course, a hundred years later, these obstacles can't deter the Prince. Running off with the Woodsman's axe, he chops his way through the briars, then battles the gigantic Henbane and slays her by throwing the axe at her. Then he wakes the Princess with a kiss, and everyone lives happily ever after... except for the Woodsman, who never gets his axe back and is left trying to chop down trees with a knife.

Children will enjoy this Sleeping Beauty as a colorful retelling of the classic tale. Adults will enjoy it as a lightly fractured fairy tale, with quite a few grown-up jokes and innuendos, yet which strikes a good balance between silliness and sincerity. Either way, it's a memorable retelling, and a standout episode of the Faerie Tale Theatre series.

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DISNEY STUDIO AU: Glory B

Full Name: Glory B Goof

Other Names: Glory B, Mrs. Goof, The Pretty Woman

Schools: Acme Middle School (graduated), S. Symphony High School (graduated)

Occuaption(s): Lead vocalist of Wings’ Winks (retired), actress (retired), musician (retired), housewife

Residence: Spoonerville, Ohio

Family: Bliss Wings (older sister), Jolly Wings (younger sister), George G. Goof (husband), George G. Goof Jr (son), Maxine Goof (daughter), Debbie (niece; from Bliss), Gloria Goof (granddaughter),

Relationships: Peg Pete (best friend), Mina “Minnie” Mouse (friend), Daisy Amelia Duck (friend), Horace Horsecollar (friend), Michael “Mickey” Mouse (best friend), Donald Fauntleroy Duck (best friend), The Beagle Boys (acquaintances; occasionally friends), Peter Pete (acquaintance)

Likes: Singing, dancing, spending time with her family, watching her daughter singing or dancing

Dislikes: Her husband’s clumsiness endangering himself, her husband’s facade smile, dishonesty

Abilities/Talents: Her husky middle to low yet soft singing voice, dancing skills, charm & beauty, domestic arts

Glory B. Goof (née Wings) is Goofy’s late wife, deceased mother of Jr and Maxine. During her years from mid teens to early 20s, she was a lead vocalist of girl group “Wings’ Winks” consisting with her and her two sisters; Bliss (the rapper) and Jolly (sub-vocalist). Unlike her globally famous husband, she and her sisters were locally, or in States-only, popular. However, her voice was most recognizable among fans; having a husky, middle-to-low, yet smooth singing voice with fluency of high key when necessary. And this singing voice was inherited to her daughter Maxine.

Through childhood to teen years, Glory was in strong friendship with Peg who was a popular cheerleader during that time. When Goofy attended Walt Disney University of Performing Arts, he met Gloria who was active as lead vocalist of “Wings’ Wink” and the two gradually fell in love. When he completed the 3 years of studies, he heard a news of her pregnancy from her two sisters as Bliss was not above attempting to maul him with nailed baseball bat. Her agency decided to keep her pregnancy secret from the rest of world as she was helped by her sisters, Peg, Minnie, Daisy, Clarabelle and Goofy. After giving birth to Jr, she resumed to her signing career but at the same time able to spend time with her new family. Years went by, she gave birth to a daughter named Maxine. However, the tragedy strikes in her daughter’s 5th Birthday when Glory was on her way home with a birthday present Maxine wanted. Then, she was critically injured from car accident. Although she was hospitalized right away, she died next day causing Maxine to never wish for anything in her birthdays. To put a salt on Goof’s family and her friends, the wave of paparazzis barged in the funeral site for the scoop of her death, disrespecting her death. Luckily, Pete and his wife Peg were able to drive them away in anger. The second disrespect the press made was creating a tabloid about Goofy and Clarabelle’s relationship alleged to be romantic despite not knowing Goofy was married to Glory B, which caused Maxine to develop disgust towards the world of entertainment, believing it to be toxic. The relationship between Jr and Maxine got strained when teenaged Jr blurted out his blame on Maxine for their mother’s death, even though he didn’t meant it. They never spoke each other until Maxine become a high schooler as he and Goofy wishes to reconnect and bond with her by vacation. During emotional confrontation as Maxine angrily asked why they would bother when she was the one responsible for the death of mother, Goofy said he never blamed his daughter as Jr apologized for the words he told her, finally reconciling Even now, Glory B is remembered as talented singer to her fans, loving wife and mother to Goofy and their children.

Glory B was mentioned again in Maxine’s college years as her songs has been posthumously released, gaining popularity among the young fans. Maxine’s view on entertainment has been less hostile as she have seen how several celebrities admire her mother as musician (even the Beagle Boys who were too flustered to admit). When Maxine’s family got a copyrights over Glory’s songs, Maxine decided to sing a cover of them, which caused a wide popularity, pushing her to the steps to world of entertainment her parents walked to. When Sylvia Marpole dates Goofy, she grew curious of how Jr and Maxine’s mother was like and was surprised to learn of her identity. Yet, she occasionally visits Glory’s grave to pay her respect and talk about how Goofy and his children are doing. Later, when married Jr got a daughter, he named her after his mother; Gloria.

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