#pov: ur hanging out with ur dad :-)
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Description: Twitter's reaction to the relationship. Y/N and Tony Stark feud. Max has newfound fame.
part two of do i wanna know?
Pairing: max verstappen/nepo-baby!reader
starkfamilysupremacy: 'this fact is disputed' i'm sobbing 😭
- ironmanisbatman: he had to call elon up
steverogerssupremacy: i love their relationship
maxverstappen1: A little rest before the Austrian GP. #OrangeArmy
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y/n_stark: the y/n effect is real
- maxverstappen1: 😇💪🏽
tony: Stark Industry's New Venture '16
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eattherichfoundation: sick and tired of seeing billionaires 🤮
bombasticsideeye12: The entire campaign sucks lol
oneinsertgal55: see if he actually helped the poor instead of staying a billionaire i'd actually support him but like
y/n_stark: beautiful! 🥰
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MAX VERSTAPPEN REVEALS INTERESTING DINNER WITH TONY STARK.
by racecar1 interviews.
Max Verstappen: I mean honestly at first, I was a little nervous. I don't talk to superheroes everyday. It was a little adorable at first, according to my sweet girlfriend. I couldn't stop asking [Mr. Stark] about the Battle in New York and of course, his superhero co-workers. But then it sorta moved to more difficult parts, I felt like a superhero fighting a villain in that moment - but of course Tony is not a villain. He's a nice guy. Oh gosh, I've said too much.
Interviewer: Was there ever some threatening? Because a lot of people in social media joke about the billionaire being protective of his only child.
Max Verstappen: No, not at all. [laughs] that's all I'm allowed to say.
y/nfans
from "i'll bring her home at 6 sir!"
to "she calls me daddy too"
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y/n_stark: THIS IS LEGIT
vivlorien6: Max Chadstappen 🥶
archiemenon: Pretty sure that he EATS the rich 🥶
y/n_stark: NO BCS WHAT IS THIS 😭 Pls don't turn my bf into one of those sigma alpha males 🙏🏻 (will delete later, ruins my feed.)
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LandoNorris: Don't show me your attitude, if I show mine...you might forget yours 😏
- y/n_stark: this one is actually better
-- y/n_stark: MY ACCOUNT WILL BE A MAX VERSTAPPEN MEME PAGE FOR THE NEXT 24 HRS.
y/n_stark: pov ur my dad after making his first suit
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maxverstappen1: my heart
tony: pov ur my dad after making me*
- y/n_stark: bro had to put oil in his body for his parts to work
user99: SHE'S CORNY UR HONOR
y/n_stark: yes to today, yes to yesterday, and yes to tomorrow.
tagged: maxverstappen1
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Charles_Leclerc: Congratulations!
maxverstappen1: Mrs. Verstappen soon 🧡💙
- y/n_stark: yes to that too 💗
tony: congratulations are in order! 🥂
maxverstappen1: I'd like to hang out with you, all my life. 💗
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Y/N STARK REVEALS STUNNING ENGAGEMENT RING: TONY STARK'S REACTION.
Y/N Stark: Max is a very traditional man. He pays for everything. He's a willing provider. When it came to our engagement, he asked my dad if he was allowed to propose. I wasn't in the room when he asked.
Tony Stark: He was cute with his European accent. He didn't have to work to have my approval. He asked and I gave it.
Y/N Stark: You didn't ask him if his intentions were pure?
Tony Stark: I believe that I should be asking you, but - we had a serious talk about marriage and Max is a good guy. He'll keep her safe and feed her through the long winter.
Y/N Stark: Gosh, another game of thrones quote.
Tony Stark: Comes with the name.
#max verstappen#max verstappen fic#max verstappen x you#max verstappen x female reader#f1 fics#f1#f1 imagine#max verstappen x reader#f1 fanfic
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hi! could u write a robin buckley x reader where robin and the reader get paired up to look around the creel house in s4 and robin is just like a huge gay mess and can’t stop rambling LOL? thank u! i love ur work
What a Moment, my first request. First off: Thank you so much ! I love this idea and I hope you love reading this. <3
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pairing : robin buckley x fem!reader
warnings : none
summary : y/n had always thought that robin buckley disliked her, since robin just seems to act weird around her. but when they get paired up to explore the house of the enemy, they are forced to talk to each other.
third person pov
Y/n entered the Creel house last, cautiously following the group inside. She was not a big fan of this entire upside down thing and had no experience with the strange stuff going on in Hawkins yet. In fact, y/n had just recently moved here with her family, since her dad got a job in Lindale and the rent in Hawkins was at an all time low. In retrospect, she should have known that something was off about that.
She quickly befriended Nancy Wheeler, since she was also part of the school’s newspaper. They got along really well and it didn’t take long until Nancy became y/n’s person of trust. They would hang out almost every day, sharing their deepest secrets with one another. One of them was y/n’s sexuality, which she kept to herself most of her life.
“You must probably think I’m a weirdo now. God, I’m so stupid-“, y/n started rambling. Nancy cut her off by giving her a tight hug.
“You’re not stupid y/n. And I don’t think you’re a weirdo. Who cares who you love. Boy or girl. It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re happy. I promise.”, Nancy whispered softly, making y/n sob a little.
A few weeks ago y/n also met Steve and Robin at Family Video. She immediately got along with Steve but with Robin it was just different. She really liked Robin from Steve’s stories, but it just didn’t match with the Robin she had met. Whenever the two of them were alone, Robin would either ignore y/n or she would make it painfully clear that she wasn’t interested in y/n’s life. Like at all. All interactions between them just seemed very confusing, so y/n concluded that Robin simply didn’t like them.
“So.. I just moved her from Portland actually.”, y/n told Robin as they waited for Steve to get back.
“Cool… Isn’t that where Steven King was born? I read a few of his novels. Some were really good actually. Carrie and Shining are super popular I think, you probably know them. But this man seems to have a lot on his mind or whatever… Yes. Very unique novels.”, Robin replied.
After that both of them just stayed silent.
Besides that, y/n’s life in Hawkins seemed to be going just fine. Well, until she was with Nancy when Fred Benson died, which started y/n’s inclusion in all of this mess. After that, Nancy decided to tell her everything that had happened in Hawkins over the past years. Although they did tell each other everything, Nancy just thought that it would be best for y/n to not know about all the crazy stuff going on, in order to protect her. But at this point, there was no point in lying any longer. And now y/n was standing inside the house that seemed to be the center of a strange monster killer who just a few hours ago made Max Mayfield float a few meters above the ground.
“Just great..”, y/n whispered to herself as she looked around the abandoned home.
“Hey, guys? You all see that right?”, Max spoke up, pointing her flashlight at an old clock hanging on the wall.
The group gathered around it, all agreeing to seeing it.
“Is this what you saw? In your visions?”, Nancy asked carefully.
Max nodded her head, making y/n let out a loud sigh. ‘This keeps getting better and better.’, she thought to herself.
“I mean, it’s.. just a clock. Right?”, Robin replied while walking towards it. She brushed some of the dust off with her hand. “Like a normal old clock.”
“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks? Maybe he’s, like, a clockmaker or something?”, Steve asked confused.
“I think you cracked the case Steve.”, Dustin replied sarcastically. Steve just gave Dustin an annoyed look.
“All I know is the answers are here. Somewhere... Okay everyone stay in groups of two. Since we are uneven, I’m going with Steve and Dustin. Y/n, you go with Robin.”, Nancy commanded, making her way over to Steve.
“Woah, wait.”, y/n said as she grabbed Nancy’s arm. “Why me and Robin??”, she whispered.
“You’ll thank me later.”, was the only thing Nancy replied before leaving. She turned around once more to wink at y/n, and with that she was gone.
Y/n turned around to everyone being gone besides Robin, who just awkwardly stood in the hallway. Robin didn’t know what to do, so she just gave y/n a little wave. Y/n replied with a half-hearted smile and made her way to the stairs.
“Let’s go upstairs then.”, y/n suggested, walking up the stairs with Robin following behind her.
As they explored the house together, y/n got more and more scared. It reminded her of some horror movie setting and she just waited for something bad to happen. They entered a room which seemingly used to be a children’s room.
“If I wrote a book…about all of this, do you think it would do good? I think it would do pretty good, I mean no one would come up with the strange stuff that goes on here, right? I mean it’s out of this world. Literally. And I would call it.. let me think…”, Robin started rambling.
Y/n didn’t bother answering, knowing that Robin probably didn’t expect an answer anyways. But in some way she enjoyed Robin’s rambling, it was adorable really.
“I know. I would call it “The Strange Summer in Hawkins”. I mean the first book. There would be multiple of course. Maybe about three or four volumes and each one would have different characters and all. Or the same ones? I mean people would get attached to the characters, it would be stupid to replace them with each book. But some of them would have to.. you know. Die. Sooner or later. I don’t know yet.”, Robin finally said, still walking around the room.
Y/n started going through a box of old stuff, finding nothing that seemed to be helpful. Just a few pictures, some old creepy toys. Nothing out of the ordinary. The whole vibe in this house just seemed off. There were so many spiders crawling around and everything just seemed like it would fall apart any second. Y/n was about to give up searching through the stuff when suddenly she felt a presence right besides her, scaring the living hell out of the girl.
“Found something?”, Robin asked with her head over y/n’s shoulder.
Y/n jumped in shock, accidentally hitting her shoulder against Robin’s throat. Robin stumbled back and let out a loud groan.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”, y/n repeatedly said, putting her hands over her mouth.
Robin just laughed it off, holding her hand against her throat.
“That was my fault, sorry.”, she said while sitting down on a dusty chair.
Y/n collected herself, and sat down on a chair besides her. From this angle Robin was actually really beautiful, she thought to herself.
“You know, I got hit in the throat once before. By some russian guy actually. It was preeetty scary and all. I don’t know if Nancy told you but, there was this thing going on with the Russians and all. Yeah. Pretty scary stuff.”, Robin continued ranting.
Y/n just sat next to Robin, listening to her talking, and talking, and talking. Until she suddenly stopped. Y/n looked over to Robin who now rested her elbows on her knees and started fiddling with her rings. The silence that followed was louder than it should have been.
“I like your rings. They are pretty.”, y/n almost whispered, trying to break the tension.
“You don’t really enjoy talking to me, do you?”, Robin just replied sounding almost frustrated.
“What makes you think that?”, y/n said, furrowing her eyebrows.
“I mean, most of the time it just feels like I’m talking to myself. You don’t really.. try to hold a conversation you know.“, Robin answered, her eyes focused on her hands.
“Well Robin, most of the time it just seems like you don’t even want me to reply. Yeah you talk a lot, but.. it feels like you just don’t care what I have to say.”, y/n commented.
Robin lifted her head and looked into y/n’s eyes for the first time since they had met, making y/n blush a little.
“I’m sorry. I know I tend to ramble a lot when I’m nervous.”, Robin stated shyly.
“Nervous? Why would you be nervous?”, y/n asked sincerely, trying to hold eye contact.
Robin started blushing a little, redirecting her glance towards her hands which were still fiddling with her rings. She didn’t want to embarrass herself, so she just stayed silent. Y/n noticed that Robin tried to dodge the question, so she simply put her hand around hers to get her attention. Robin stopped playing with her rings and looked back to y/n, who was patiently waiting for an answer.
“You’re uhm… I don’t know. You’re just really.. really beautiful I guess. It makes me nervous.”, Robin finally replied, glancing between y/n’s hand on hers and y/n’s face.
“Did you just make that excuse up?”, y/n asked, raising her left eyebrow. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.
“See, I shouldn’t have said anything. God, I always mess these things up. Now you think I’m weird, right?”, Robin mumbled. She got up and started walking around the room, obviously upset. “I just don’t know when to shut up, it’s like my own curse at this point. And then this beautiful girl walks into my workplace and I just don’t know how to act. So I either say not enough or I say too much and embarrass myself and it’s so, so, so exhausting to be-”
Robin stopped her rant when y/n came up to her, embracing her in a tight hug. Y/n’s arms hugged Robin’s waist, her head rested on Robin’s shoulder. At first Robin got tensed and didn’t know how to react. But then she took a few breaths and finally relaxed inside y/n’s arms, hugging her back just as tightly. They just stood there for a bit, melting into each other.
“I don’t think you’re weird Robin.”, y/n mumbled into the girl’s shoulder. “I think you have a lot to say, and that’s totally fine. It’s interesting. I actually enjoy your rambling, I really do.“
Robin started smiling, feeling her heart race inside her chest. The hug suddenly felt more intimate than before.
“And by the way..”, y/n said as she separated herself from Robin. Their faces were now just inches away from each other. “I think you’re very beautiful too.”
Both girls started blushing wildly, unsure of what to do next. Luckily the decision got taken away from them, as Nancy entered the room.
“Guys, we found-“, Nancy started shouting.
Robin and y/n quickly jumped away from each other, both embarrassed by the sudden interruption. Nancy on the other hand started grinning from ear to ear.
“Sorry. But we found something, you should come with me.”, Nancy told them.
Robin just nodded and quickly walked past Nancy who was still smiling to herself. Y/n just sighed and walked up to her best friend, giving her an annoyed look.
“You planned that out didn’t you?”, y/n asked, rolling her eyes.
“Correction, Steve and I planned that out. And what about it? It seems like our plan worked out even better than we expected.”, Nancy replied smugly.
Y/n just blushed uncontrollably, putting her face inside of her hands.
“Thank you..”, y/n mumbled quietly.
“What did you say? I didn’t hear you.”, Nancy grinned.
“You’re so annoying.”, y/n replied, nudging Nancy’s shoulder.
“I told you, you’d thank me later.”, she grinned, wrapping her arm around y/n’s shoulder. “But now, we really have to go, come on.”
Y/n didn’t know if it were just the dreadful circumstances (including walking inside the house of a creepy killer) that just made her fall in love with Robin Buckley or if it was just her awfully adorable ranting. But in all honesty, she could have cared less. She just knew that the second they got out of this house safely, she would 100% ask her on a date. And let Robin explain what the hell happened with the Russians.
#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley x you#robin buckley imagine#stranger things reader insert#stranger things x reader#nancy wheeler x reader
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Part two for Nothing New? Were peds!reader and Wilson make up.
But only of you see fit. I'm just a sucker for a happy ending.
Anyway, love ur writing🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
Will You Still Want Me?
pt 2 of Nothing New
James Wilson x peds!reader
*James’ pov*
I must have a little filter in my brain which is specifically designed to ruin my relationships with women. How stupid could I have been. The world presented me with the love of my life who was in pain and upset and instead of comforting her I simply decided to open my huge mouth and fuck everything up.
After that day I had come home and she wasn’t there. She’d packed a single suitcase, leaving the rest of her stuff. It gave me some hope as it would only sustain her a few days, but then again I could just be the chump who gets excited to see her come, only to find out she was going to pack everything up.
I’ve been such an idiot and I had rang her to tell her that many times. Eventually she stopped picking up, and I stopped trying.
I stopped outside our door, the weight of the day hanging heavy. I didn’t even want to open it, feeling there was nothing behind it that would bring me any happiness anymore. I eventually relented and unlocked the door. I peeled it open and I was met with the sight of Y/n sat on our couch.
Her eyes were wet and puffy, she was dressed in leggings and my old jumper she’d obviously taken with her. She looked so beautiful.
“Hi.” I muttered out. She wiped away her tears when she saw me but she managed out a smile.
“Hi.”
“What are you—I mean it’s your home so you’re always welcome of course but---I wasn’t expecting you.” I stumbled through my words.
“It was getting a bit crowded at my sisters. I’d started out at mum and dads but that didn’t last long. So yeah I’m back.” She seemed unsure of where her body stood and it pained me to see her uncomfortable in our home, with me.
“Are you back, back?” I slowly made my way over, afraid of startling her into bolting.
“I – I don’t—I don’t know.” She fiddled with the ends of my jumper.
“Look, I am so unbelievably happy to see you again, honey, but I think we need to sit down and talk because I have a lot I need to say to you.” I placed my hand on her shoulder.
“I know. Sorry for ignoring your calls.”
“It’s fine.” Our voices were now in a whisper.
I led her to sit down on the couch once again. Our knees touched but when they made contact she flinched away and hugged her legs into her body. My face fell at this.
“I was an idiot.” I began. “That’s it. There was nothing else to our fight except for my pure stupidity. You were hurting and I wasn’t there for you. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to make that up to you.” She giggled at my dramatics but a few tears slipped down as well.
“You are the best thing in my life, and the thought that you are hurting, and that people have hurt you, pains me.” As my words carried on she seemed to relax and unlatch her legs. At this I took my chance and stroked a strand of her hair back behind her ear.
“You are a smart, talented, beautiful, and kind woman. And you do not deserve any of the horrible things that have happened to you because of disgusting and entitled men.” My hand fell to stroke up and down her back in a soothing gesture. “I know you do not need me to save you because you are strong enough.” I brought my hand up to her chin and tilted it so her eyes met mine. “But do not think for a second that I won’t always be there to fight for you.”
There was a pause and I looked into her eyes searching for any sign of uncertainty.
Suddenly she threw her arms around my neck, and we linked in the tightest hug. It was as if that week of absence was pouring out it’s love into each other. I felt her begin to sob into my neck and it encouraged my body to let a few tears of my own slip out. I hadn’t realised how much I fully missed her and I squeezed tighter just so I could know she was really there.
We pulled away and giggled out at both our teary faces. She cupped my face in her hands and leant forward to plant a smooching kiss onto my lips. Our tears mingled as we met.
“I missed you so much baby, I really wanted to hold a grudge but I knew I wouldn’t last much longer without you.” She giggled out. We collapsed down so we were lying intermingled on the couch together.
“Don’t worry, I was seconds away from throwing stones at your window. But your sister would have probably turned the hose on me.” I kissed her button nose and she scrunched it in delight.
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sorry people are talking about fleetwood mac drama again and I can feel the infodump energy so here are some great bits of information esp. w regards to Rumours (1977)
- The album isn’t as pessimistic as everyone says it is!! Dreams and Don’t Stop are pretty positive! Songbird isn’t melancholy so much as it is just kind of introspective! Gold Dust Woman has a determination to it that lifts it out of being just morose!
- Having said that though, You Make Lovin’ Fun is about Christine’s new boyfriend after she dumped John and he was the FLEETWOOD MAC LIGHTING GUY imagine having to play bass on a song about how cool your ex’s new dude is lmfao
- Are they gonna YES I’M GONNA MAKE THIS ABOUT THE EAGLES bc around this time was when Stevie Nicks started hanging out with Don Henley and his first year lit major ass was like “you shouldn’t put the emphasis on the second syllable of “washes” in the line “when the rain washes you clean you’ll know” and Stevie told him to fuck off and anyway Rumours won Album of the Year in 1977 so Hotel California whomst?
- The other hysterical thing is the fact that not long after Rumours Stevie and Don Henley dated and like... 70s Don Henley looked almost EXACTLY like Lindsay so like... imagine breaking up w ur gf and she starts dating ur doppelganger
- The song Oh Daddy isn’t about Christine’s dad or partner or like anyone related to her in that way it’s about Mick Fleetwood bc the band calls him Big Daddy it’s like POV ur Mick Fleetwood’s wife
- Also like after this album but BEFORE the Don Henley era Stevie and MICK had an affair??? Like during the album tour??? and then Stevie was like oh Mick omg ur married and Mick was like so true bestie and then left his wife and married Stevie’s best friend Sara like the messy bitch energy in this band is just neverending
- This isn’t relevant to rumours but their next album (Tusk) involved Lindsay doing all this weird experimental shit in the studio while everyone was just balls deep in drugs and like can you imagine being Dennis Wilson (whom Christine was dating at the time) showing up to see all that and just being like not this fucking shit again after the Smiley Smile fiasco w his brother Brian like god what a mess
#hotel california did win record of the year but also like shut the fuck up who cares#don henley suck on one of deez nuts
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Sal Fisher X Singer!GN!Reader
this is a soulmate au where u can hear it if ur soulmate sings or plays instruments
i was in the van with my parents. we were driving to addison apartments our new home. “how long till were there?” i complained. “not to much longer we just entered nockfell” my mother said. “okay...” i muttered impatiently. i started thinking about my soulmate. they were playing a guitar last night and it sounded really nice. i cant wait to meet them. “were here” my mother said. my mom and dad got out of the van and went to get our boxes out of the trunk. i got out of the van and helped my parents get the boxes.
*sals pov*
me and larry were standing by the entrance of the apartments when a large black van pulled up. “who are they” larry asked. i shrugged. a grown man and woman stepped out of the car and started pulling boxes out of the trunk. “maybe there moving in?” i suggested. “probably” larry said and took out a cigarette. a person around our age also got out of the vehicle and started helping get boxes out of the trunk. “damn there hot” larry said. i sighed. “lets talk to them” larry said. we walked over to the person. larry poked their shoulder. they turned around. “hello there beautiful” larry said. “um- hi” they said obviously uncomfortable. “larry stop” i said and playfully punched hin in the shoulder. “sorry about him” i said. “its fine” they said. “so whats your name” i asked them. “im y/n what about you” they said. “im larry” larry said. “sal but others call me sally face” i said. “those are nice names” y/n said. “thanks” larry said. “me and him are gonna hang out in apartment wanna come?” i asked. “sure let me tell my parents” they said. they walked over to the man i assumed was her father. they said something i couldnt hear and their father nodded. they walked over to us. “lets go” they said.
*y/ns pov*
me and my new friends were walking to sally faces apartment. i wondered why they called him sally face. well probably because of his mask. we were walking in a awkward silence. “uh...nice mask” i said to sal. “its a prosthetic” sally face said. “oh shit im so sorry” i said feeling guilty. “its fine” sal said. “i made the same mistake” larry said. we made it to sals apartment and walked inside. “nice apartment” i said. “lets go to my room” sal said and led us to his room. we all sat down on his bed. “so...” i mumbled. i noticed he had a guitar. i started thinking about my soulmate. “nice guitar” i said pointing at it. “thanks i could play it if you want me to” sal said. “i love to hear you play” i said. “yeah hes awesome” larry said. he picked out the guitar and started playing it. it was the same song my soulmate played last night. “that sounds familiar” i said. “its a popular song you probably know it” sal said. “yeah...” i said. we hung out for a bit until i had to leave. i walked out of slas apartment. i wonder if hes my soulmate. hes a pretty nice guy and hes cute i wouldnt mind if he was. i walked into my apartment. “hey dear” my mom said. i waved at her. i walked into my room to unpack. i unpcked stuff untill 10:30 pm. i had most of my stuff out and where i wanted it. i flopped onto my bed. i heard my soulmate playing guitar again. the soothing melody lulled me to sleep.
*next day*
i sat up and rubbed my eyes. i flung out of bed and got dresses in my usual attire. i opened my door and walked out. my father was sitting at the table eating a pancake. “your mom is already at work” he said. like always. i got myself some pancakes and sat down near my father. i ate my pancakes then heard knocking on my door. “i will get it” i said and stood up. i opened the door to see sal. “hi sally face” i said. “can me and larry hang out here” sal asked. “sure wheres larry?” i asked. “he will be here soon” sal said. “well come in” i said. my father had already left for work. i led sally face to my room. he looked around then sat on my bed. “nice microphone” sal said. he pointed at the microphone i had in the corner of my room. one of my friends alice gave it to me. “thanks” i said. “can i hear you sing” sal asked. “sure” i grabbed the microphone. i started singing f/s. “you sound like my soulmate” sal said. maybe he really is my soulmate. i think he was also piecing things together. “did you hear a guitar playing last night” he asked. i nodded. “what was the song” he asked. “um i think it was (insert random guitar song)” i answered. “are you my soulmate?” he asked. “i think...” i said. he started unbuckling his mask. “what are you doing?” i asked. he took the mask off. “wow...” i mumbled. “i know its ugly” he said. “no i find it rather.....beautiful” i said. his scarred face had a red hue on it. i giggled. “thats cute” i said.
#sally fisher#sal x reader#sal fisher#sally fisher x reader#sal#sally face#sally face x reader#sal fisher x reader
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hi ml 💘 okay idk if ur requests are still open + this is my first time requesting but i’m dumping this here,, anyways
could u possibly do another connor lassiter x reader? preferably slow burn angst with a very fluffy ending but honestly idgaf atp i’m starving 🤧
notes: hi!! tysm for requesting and yes, my requests are always open at any time! i’m always open to suggestions from my readers, especially concerning unwind since i love it sm<3
ᰔᩚ connor lassiter x reader, angst with a fluff ending, slow burn!, insecurities, misunderstandings, love triangle, childhood friend reader, connor can’t choose lassiter, ooc connor probably, sweet confession near the end!!, some post undivided towards the end as well !
word count: 1.9k,, longest fic yet !!
I think I made this way too angsty and long, but bear with me guys :’) I also kind of switch a bit between POVs to include some of Connor’s thoughts, hope that’s fine! Honestly, I just wrote and let the ideas flow, but I hope this is what you wanted, dear anon<3
You’ve known Connor since you were little kids. You grew up together — as neighbors, always playing together. From all the time spent together you considered him your best friend, even if you knew he didn’t think much of you.
In your heart, you knew you were not enough to consider him your friend, but you were selfish. You wanted Connor to see you as more than the annoying neighbor who constantly wanted to hang out with him, more than someone who was just pleading for an ounce of attention in his eyes. You wished he was happier with you than he was with fighting his parents.
Maybe if you tried hard enough to keep him away from fights — from meaningless arguments with peers, with his mom and dad — you wouldn’t have to hear his parents talking about an unwind order. Maybe if you dragged him away whenever he caused trouble for no apparent reason, you wouldn’t have to watch as Connor did everything in his power to make his parents regret their decision.
You watched as Connor studied to get that B+ in his science exam, as he gave his mother flowers. You silently watched as he turned into a shadow of the person he used to be, but it wasn’t enough. When was it ever enough? When could parents ever change their mind after they signed off on their children’s lives?
You watched as the time neared for Connor to go. You watched as he grew fearful, as trepidation crawled up his spine as if it could happen at any moment. You watched as he made the plan to leave— as you never crossed his mind even once.
You watched, that was all you ever did. You watched as the one you loved pleaded for his love to run away with him. You watched as she agreed, and wondered would you? You were sure you would. You’d trade the world to have Connor in your arms.
Finally, you watched as Ariana told Connor she wouldn’t go with him— she had a life — he no longer did. You watched as Connor crumbled, as he fell into the deep ends of his pain: the pain inflicted by the very people he called “parents.” Then and there, you decided it was fine if Connor didn’t love you, as long as he was happy.
You came up to Connor after Ariana revealed she wouldn’t go with him.
“How about you and I?” you asked softly, kneeling down near him.
“What about that?” he answered, taking a moment to throw you a look before resuming what you assumed was his spiraling. You couldn’t blame him, you would react similarly.
“I’ll go with you, Connor; wherever you want to go,” You brushed a stray hair out of his eye. “Just say the word.”
“What if I say now?”
You didn’t lie to him when you said that, quite the opposite. You followed him, did as he wanted while trying your best to keep him out of trouble.
You followed him as he got captured and tried to free himself. You followed as he met Risa, as he met Levi too.
Oh, how you hated the day Connor and Risa met. You hated it all: how she slowly started replacing you while he forgot you, how she became the glue that kept the group together, how she was, just to put it simply, better than you.
You slowly went from being part of his life to once again becoming a spectator. You were watching, again.
You saw how Connor looked at Risa. The softened eyes, the small tug at the lips you longed to kiss, the calmness and serenity that he exuded when she was around. You saw it all, of course you did, and you wished, oh you wished, you were her.
You wished just once he’d pick you. You were there since childhood, since you were kids. And yet, as soon as some other girl comes around, he’s interested.
Why? Why could he never see you? Why were you destined to yearn for a soul that did not reciprocate? Why was kismet so cruel? Why did it torture you so?
Why were you forced to watch as the one you loved fell for another? Why would your hearts never intertwine?
Even if you thought the opposite, Connor saw you. He’s always noticed you in his shadow, as if that was all you were meant to be.
Connor saw how you were always the first willing to help him— always willing to clean his bloody knuckles and nose after he just fought. You were the first one to actually try, and not give up on him after the first sign of him being, well, him. You were always there to help him study, to keep him out of trouble.
Connor liked you, he did. He just had no idea how to show you, not when you were always lingering, but never fully present. He had no idea how to take you out of your shell as a kid.
The brunette had been making progress to get to know you, even if most of it was just you scolding him. He used his fights as a way to push you towards him, to get you to open up when you were so mysterious.
Connor thought he liked you until he met his then girlfriend, Ariana.
After meeting her, all his feelings for you evaporated, never given a chance to come to light. He became fixated on her, just her, with no room for you. Soon, you reverted back to that shadow he worked so hard to get you out of. But he didn’t notice, not when all his attention was on her.
Following the fallout with Ariana, you two became close or as close as he would allow you. You became a constant in his life: a pillar of support. But that’s all you ever were, a continuance— never to become a change.
If only Connor noticed how you looked at him like he had crafted the skies, the earth, the stars, by hand. If only he realized his feelings weren’t unrequited — quite the opposite — you loved him. If only he realized the tightening of his throat and sweaty palms whenever you were around weren’t anxiety.
If only he gave you his focus once again. But he wouldn’t, not when Risa was in front of him, and all he could think about was her. Her pretty green eyes that reminded him of the grass blowing in the wind, her brown hair — almost like his, but not quite, her charming yet tough personality.
Everyone saw the signs: Connor was a fool in love. And you wished to be the one the fool loved.
They knew Connor was in love, but did they know it was two people? Did they know he laid awake at night wondering, questioning why his feelings came back for you?
Was it the sickly sweet domestic sight of you helping the kids in Sonia’s basement? Was it how kind and pure you remained despite the world you were dragged into? Was it that you were always there every step of the way for Connor, but he didn’t bother for you?
Maybe it was everything. Maybe it was the longing for someone who understood him. Risa understood Connor, but only to an extent, where as you, you knew Connor.
You knew who Connor was and what he stood for, even if those morals had been slightly fractured. You could recognize Connor amongst a sea of Connors. You, it was always you.
Connor couldn’t fool himself now. He understood the feelings that brewed inside him before. He understood what the tingle he got whenever you touched him was. He understood what the fastening of his heartbeat around you was.
Connor understood so much, yet so little at the same time. But, did it really matter when he knew he wanted you? Did anything when all he saw was you in his dreams? Laying there while he reached across to touch your hair and bring you close. While he inhaled your comforting scent. Waking only to find you across the room, leaving him with a soulful ache.
He came up to you while you were with the kids. “Can we talk?” he whispered into your ear, tickling it in the process and leading to goosebumps dotting across your skin.
You silently stood and nodded, promising the children vying for your attention you’d be back.
You both stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke up. “I..I don’t know how to tell you, but I just wanted to say I’ve always noticed you. Despite what you think, I appreciate everything you’ve done, how nurturing you’ve been. How you still care for me even if I just toss you aside.”
“Connor, if this is you telling me you don’t want me around anymore, I get it. It’s fine, don’t drag it out,” You interrupted, your tearing heart begging you to put an early end to the conversation.
“What? No, no. Don’t think that. I would never want that from you, ever.”
“Then why did you bring me here? Please, tell me. The children want me back and I don’t think this is a good idea, your girlfriend is looking at us,” You tilted your head behind him, directing him to look at a staring Risa.
“Risa’s not my girlfriend, and why should I care who’s looking?” Connor stopped in the middle of his sentence, as if he was thinking before continuing on. “Let’s give them a reason to look.”
He then grabbed your head, pulling you closer to his body and crashing your lips together.
You were in shock, but soon melted into the kiss. It was slow, passionate, and full of hidden emotions, by both you and Connor. The kiss revealed things you wouldn’t dare say out loud before, until now.
As much as you wanted it to continue, as much as you wanted to indulge in your daydreams becoming true, you pulled away.
“Why..why would you do that?” you whispered out, watching the string of saliva that connected you both.
“I thought actions spoke louder than words.”
“You’ll be the death of me someday, Connor.”
“I just want you to know that I have loved you since we were kids, even if I didn’t show it,” Connor slowly said, like he was a sailor out in uncharted waters. Maybe this was uncharted waters, you’d never done anything of the sort with him.
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You heard the door close, signaling that Connor was home.
You heard his soft sigh next, with accompanied shuffling until he stepped foot into the living room. Connor laid down next to you, setting his face on your shoulder and his arms around your waist.
“Long day?” you whispered out before flipping the page of the book currently keeping you occupied.
“Mhm, so many things to do, yet so little time,” Connor responded before pressing a kiss into your shoulder.
You set your book down then looked at him, “How about I run you a bath?”
“Join me.”
You gave him one last kiss before getting up, “Come on then. I made your favorite.”
#x reader#unwind angst#unwind fluf#unwind x reader#unwholly#undivided#unwind series#unwind connor#unsouled#connor lassiter x reader#connor lassiter#unwind connor x reader
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U need someone to care for u
johnny suh single dad x teenager y/n
tw: comfort, and happy ending, y/n toxic relationship w her father,self harm scars,
johnny (28) and y/n (14)
Your father was the first one to called ''ungrateful bitch'' and u said that he was literally ''monster'' and he physical abused to the point, that u were crying on floor and blood on ur face and lips..u got used to it and when u couldn't dealt with it anymore... you got a razor and cut urself and made scars on ur arms and legs etc... when it was the final straw u packed ur bags and ran away from home
johnny pov
johnny got out of the groccery store and he was abt to open the trunk to put the groccires bag in there, he saw a young girl crying and hugging her knees and when he saw blood on lips and face, cuts on her arms etc., he knew he had help her and get her taken care of...
so he walked towards her and bend his knees to reach her level
''Are u ok little girl'' johnny ask
little girl finally spoked and said "N-no Sir"
"why don't u come to my house.. so l can take care of cuts u have and they look very deep to be honest" johnny said
johnny went to cup her cheeks and of sudden she flinched
"is somebody hurting u" johnny asked
little girl said "Y-yes"
can ask abt what ur name is? johnny said
my name is Y-y/n
well my name is johnny
"well why don't get u out of here" johnny says
she nods
(2 hours later)
johnny unlocks the door and opens the door...
"you can sit down on the couch and l will attend to u.. but first l have to get first aid first" he said
y/n was toward the living room and goes to the couch and sits on it
johnny goes to towards y/n and sits right beside and gets the first aid kit and opens it and gets alcohol and bandages
"imma gonna put this alchol perioxde on ur scars and beware it might burn "johnny said
puts alochol and y/n makes a oouch sound..
after that johnny put bandages on the scars..
he asks y/n this...
can tell me everything that happened y/n? johnny said
u can take ur time and there is no rush johnny said
y/n takes a breath and starts talking abt her father used to be abuse and torture and called her slurs...
y/n told johnny abt scars on her arms and legs and she did bc she didn't want to be alive and wanted to be free
johnny was sooo shocked and mad that ur father did those things to u
"well now that ur done and clean up wonds.. we should start getting ready to go to sleep" johnny said
"but l don't have any pj's to sleep in" y/n said
"l will grab some of pj's and u can sleep in my other guestroom if u like" johnny said
ok y/n said
johnny gives y/n some pjs and she heads to the guestroom and changes in their..
and johnny knocked on the door and y/n opened it
"i will be going to sleep and if u need anything... my door is right down the hall" johnny said
y/n says ok and says gn to johnny
closes the door and goes to sleep
*5 months later*
y/n and johnny got along and talked more and johnny enrolled y/n to school
y/n is healed and recovered and being doing good in school and passing ur classes and tests
Johnny is gonna surprise y/n w adoption certifcation and johnny decided to adopt y/n bc he sees her as daughter
y/n l got something for u johnny said
johnny handles y/n envelope and y/n goes to the couch to read and starts crying but happy tears
she runs toward johnny and gives him best hug..
ty for helping me johnny and never realize this but l see u as father bc were they for me and always comfort and hangs out me bc my father didn't do that for me... but if they didn't saw or came toward me
i don't know where l would be... so tysm l luv dad
johnny starts tearing up w happy tears and hugs y/n and caresss her hair and gives her head pats...
sooo how abt we go watch an movie theaters and plays some games at the arcade
y/n said that sounds fun to me and lets do it..
y/n and johnny watch movie and plays games at the arcade..
THEY LIVE HAPPLY EVER AFTER... THE END
a/n: l hope u like this and if u go through this or self harm yourself or living a toxic home...seek help and don't be afraid to talk to someone u trust... seek help before it's too late
GBye celzens:)
(bc my name is cel, not funny at all.)
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LOOKISM CHAPTER 433 ( SPOILERS)
warning: massive spoilers so dont scroll until ur that far .
i am spoiling u guys rn even tho im tired so thank me 🤞
actual footage of me tryna understand if jinyeong is daniels dad:
daniel when his mom started acting tf up.
daniel thinking of excuses:
daniel as we speak:
daniels family when he showed up all fine and shit
jake was definetly staring at this mf ´s ass .
OH MY GHODDDDD I AM GOIJG VETLA WHAT SID HAPPENING OMG STP WAIT JAKE/?? DADDYp HUHHH PINK TIP??? BIG BBALLS??? GRUNTING NOISES???
mood:
spot the difference:
´´ he´s so big and so dumb , and one day im gonna top him´ - twink from q force
bro definetly has that corona virus, plague , lung disorder and Schizophrenia , bc wtf is he even smiling at bro?? like can someone get my boy some hair. teeth, and new clothes lookin like he´s gonna audition for one direction gtfo 😭😭
not the locs/dreads... man.. why is ptj so obsessed with drawing poc hairstyles on pale bitches.
pov: ur daniel and u see ur cousin after a long time:
NO NO WALK AWAY DANIEL WALK AWAYYYYY
me knowing whats gonna happen:
WHY SHE HANGING LIKE TTHAT.... REMINDS ME OF THISSS
litereally grandma :
daniels fam when gma start actin up
SHE KNOWS JINYEON?? IS THAT HER EX OR SMTH? WHY WAS HE IN HER HOUSE BEFORE?? SHE KICKED EM OUT??? GMA A FREAKY GYAL??
pov : ur one of daniels family member
daniels mom ignoring her son being beat up:
daniel vs gma
extra meme that reminded me to much of them:
the cult where mira, zack and johan were bought in that episode:
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hey sand !!! im so sorry about your finger :C my pups are sending you lots of kisses!!!
since you messaged me abt my request, im here to write it again because why not :D
so i recently read your prince!tommy x maid!reader and I LOVED IT SO MUCH OH EM GEEEEEE (to the anon who requested that: youre a fucking genius <3)
i was wondering if you could do something like that except with a little twist 👀
maybe like a prince!ranboo x princess (gn)!reader where ran's parents (king and queen. NOT PHIL AND KRISTEN!!!) invite y/n's family over for some dinner party thing and ran's parents make fun of y/n in some way
and like ran gets protective (WOOOOO LOVE ME SOME PROTECTIVE PRINCE!RAN😍😍😍) and then brings y/n to like a flower field or something (original, i know *hairflip*) and confesses to them?????? :0
IF THIS IDEA IS TRASH IM SORRY AHJDHJKJAHSDJHKS
feel free to add/remove whatever you please!! :D
GET BETTER SOON!!! *huggies* <3 /p
-ur fave mutual, lana banananana ;)
In the flower field
note: im slowly writing more and more wtf- for that reason im not letting my editor edit it bc of how long it is-
Reader: male!reader
[writing] or hcs
Royal au!
Prince ranboo, royalty reader
Starts with y/n's pov
"start getting ready” I hear my mom say from outside my door soon having her footsteps walk away. “I will” I said as I went to my closet and picked out my clothes. Tonight was the night I had a dinner party with ranboo, his family aka the host and other kingdoms from across the nations. Prince ranboo at that. We would always hang out and were pretty close with each out, practically inseparable. On the other hand, ranboos parents wished we were separated, ranboo’s parents never liked me since they saw me grow up and I didn't understand why but got over it after a while.
end of y/n's pov
You finished buttoning your shirt and made your way out the door. You make your way to the front of your kingdom where both your parents can be seen in the ride waiting for you. Your mom motioned you in a rude manner with her hand to get in already so you complied and quickly got in sitting next to your father. “You better hope we aren't late because of you” your mom scoffed, giving you a stern look. All you could was awkwardly smile and nod your head, “it won't happen again”
After what felt like hours you made it to the whole event. You watched out the vehicle's window ranboo with his parents there looking like he was greeting everyone with his parents. Your butler opened the vehicle's door, you and your family stepped outside and your mom and dad immediately made their way to ranboos parents. You followed behind staying behind your parents and noticed ranboo looking at you a bit red, thinking it was the heat since it was a bit hot. You just gave him a little wave. Soon enough everyone went inside making you and your parents separate as they went to go talk to other people and you just stood near the drinks.
You were observing the crowd of people until you heard what sounded like a crash of glass making you turn your head. “WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU THAT YOU KEEP TREATING THEM LIKE SHIT BUT THEIR PARENTS LIKE GODS '' it was ranboo. You walked closer to the scene in the now completely silent ball room. You saw ranboo standing there with true anger in his eyes as his parents stood there shocked. By the looks of it he dropped his drink out of anger as well. Before his parents could react he ran out of the ballroom. Everything was silent for a few more seconds but you didn't care you walked right out that ballroom going to check on ranboo.
You knew exactly where he went, the flower field, you and Ranboo always hung there and it was his favorite spot to be at. With your correct guess you saw ranboo standing there looking at the sky, “you ok?” By breaking the silence you scared ranboo a bit making him quickly turn his head, “oh, yeah” you walked up to him and stood next to him. “Thanks for protecting me” he was obvious he was talking about you during that fight so you felt honored, “it was nothing” he chuckled looking at you. You both looked at each other with the moon light shining on each other. “y/n..I like you..” ranboo said, looking at you with a sad nervous expression.
You smiled in return and kissed him under the stars. Panicked but relieved in a way he kissed back. As you both parted lips still inches apart you mumbled, “i thought it was just me” before pacing your lips together once more.
#dsmp scenario#dsmp imagine#dsmp x reader#dsmp#mcyt imagine#mcyt#mcyt x reader#scenario#ranboo x reader#ranboo#dsmp ranboo#ranboo mcyt
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Kenma hanging out with his 6 month old baby because her mom went to work (training is very rough now!!)
9:00 AM
“ Kenma!”
“ yes babe?”
He asks leaving the bedroom.
“ Are you really busy today?? I can’t leave karrie (THATS HER NAME OKAY) to kuro cause he said he’ll be having a meeting, and akaashi said his mental health is lower than the gas prices so he can’t take care of a child right now, but anyways can you take care of her??”
“ sure babe. I just have to go to some proposals and meetings and stream until 11pm.”
“Okay! I’ll be home around 6:30 be responsible kenma!”
“ Bye! say bye karrie.”
Your husband gets his daughter’s hand and makes a wave motion.
(Baby Karrie’s POV)
10:00 AM
You’re stuck in an uncomfortable baby seat in a car where the air freshener smells like cake.
You wail.
“ whats wrong sweetheart? C’mere”
your dad then lowers the air conditioning (he thinks it’s getting too cold and he unfortunately forgot to bought an extra blanket) (you threw up on the first one)
“ Okay we’re here. If anyone looks at you weirdly just wail at their faces.” He chuckles.
“ okay everyone, what’s up? What’s the new idea?”
“ KENMA IS THAT UR KID? OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS LIKE YOU SO MUCH.” Hinata says.
“ SEE? SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL” kuro adds.
“ We’re getting a little bit off-topic here guys.”
Akaashi says.
“ Can we get mcdonalds?” Bokuto asks.
“ Can you all tell me why I’m here instead of making my wailing daughter go to bed??”
“ CAN WE ADD SPARKLY CAPES TO OUR UNIFORMS??”
Bokuto asks.
“ THAT WOULD BE SO COOL CAN WE DO THAT?”
Hinata adds.
“ first off, stop yelling you’re scaring my child, second, you guys are volleyball players not superman.”
“ anything else?”
Kenma asks, getting impatient yet his daughter was chewing on the blonde tips of his hair.
“ CAN WE DO AN AD?” Bokuto says.
“For?”
“ IDK ANYTHING ELSE?”
You see your father touching the bride of his nose.
You kept on babbling random things until-
“ dada??”
“Yes- wait what?”
“ Oh my GOD! SHE SAID HER FIRST WORD!” Bokuto screams.
“ I am so proud of that baby!”
Kuro says.
Akaashi fell asleep on the table while hinata broke the water dispenser (its leaking on the floor) bokuto’s drawing on the whiteboard explain how having sparkly capes on uniforms would make their performance better (newsflash he most likely would trip on them)
12:00 PM
(Lunch!)
“ I’m getting hungry and those guys wasted OUR time when we could be playing games, wanna eat fruits and lunch??”
You pointed to the chips.
“ these?? I don’t think you can have these.. but heres a peice of orange.”
(Kenma’s Point of View)
1:00pm
“ We’re finally home, thank goodness, you tired sweetheart?”
You put your tired daughter on the crib, it’s nice seeing her be peaceful for a while. she looks like her beautiful mother.
As the computer opens, you post an announcement saying you’ll be streaming at 4PM ( hoping your daughter is awake by then)
2:00 PM
(Kenma’s POV)
As you prepare to stream (updating games, preparing snacks and water also 3 cans of energy drinks and somehow a bag of chips bigger than your daughter)
You get a phone call.
“ Hey honey!”
“ hey babe? Hows work?”
“ Yeah it’s good, its just that-“
You hear what’s probably sakusa and atsumu screaming at each other, kageyama and hinata not agreeing to a single thing, and bokuto on the corner who managed to squeeze himself there.
“ Y’know you could quit, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“ silly. I can’t! I like this job, these idiots are my friends, and so are yours too.”
“ I got to go babie! Bye!”
“Bye.” You say dropping the call.
3:00 PM
Just an hour left, you started the stream with a timer popping up (R THOSE RIGHT I SEE PEEPS ON TWITCH DOING THOSE)
Getting all the stuff you need on a small table next to your desk, You kinda feel lonely, your daughter is sleeping and your wife is hanging out with her friends.
“She’s better with me.”
“I miss her so much.”
4:00 PM
(kenma’s pov)
“ she’s not awake yet? That’s weird.”
You check on your daughter on the other room ( she’s still there don’t worry)
“ that’s rare.”
As the stream starts everyone and the chat goes loud.
“ hey guys. What’s up?”
After 30 minutes of being focused on a game, you check up on your daughter again.
“ She’s still asleep?? Is this even normal? She’s not crying as if we’re cooking her alive??? wow!”
He goes back to the room.
“ sorry to keep you guys waiting. Let’s continue this.”
stancats4: Why do you keep on leaving the room??
You see the question, you get a bit irritated by this question yet answer by:
“ Just busy taking care of someone special. That’s all” you smile.
The chat somehow goes wild with you smiling, this is how far they can get with you anyways.
5:00 PM
( Kenma’s POV)
“ She’s still asleep?? Wow.”
You’re looking at your peaceful daughter, who’s been sleeping for 4 hours now.
It’s getting lonely, you miss them both even if they’re near.
As the last game comes to an end, you ask the chat what to play next?
“ this is like the last chapter what else do you guys wanna play??”
matchalatte: you should play animal crossing!
You squint your eyes to see the suggestion
“ animal crossing?? Sure i guess.”
Moments after joining the game you hear a famillar sound.
Your daughter was crying from the other room.
You rushed there.
“ hey baby, had a great nap didn’t you?? Come here with me.”
( here’s where more chaos starts.)
“ Okay guys, let’s continue.”
“ No karrie- thats my CPU that heats up, you’ll get hurt. No- karrie!”
(He’s not mad dw)
“ what are you pointing to??”
She’s pointing to the can of energy drink.
“ You can’t have that, anyways eat this.”
You paused the game.
Your daughter ends up crying really loud.
“ What’s wrong?, this isn’t even expired.”
You taste the baby food (just checking if its still good ofc)
“ what the- YUCK. If i was an 8 month old baby and they told me to eat this, I’d cry louder than you, let’s get you nicer food.”
He brings his laptop, and then goes to the kitchen.
“ Okay you like bananas right? Let’s mush them with honey”
after minutes of doing the work you spoon feed your daughter.
“ Okay guys, might aswell end this. Bye for now.”
He ended it early because he thought his daughter was getting tired and scared of the webcam.
6:00 PM
As the blue sky slowly and slowly fades, you craddling your daughter, knowing this won’t last forever.
Yes she’ll always be your daughter you think, but will she always need you? Will she ever call one day and tell you how was her day? Will she ever remember you when she has a family of her own?
This sounds like he’s overthinking yet, he just likes to think how he’s enjoying every moment because all of this, everything that surrounds him, will never last forever.
He hears the doorknob jingle a bit.
“I’m home!” (Y/N says)
“ how’s our sweet cherry??”
“ she’s doing good, just good.”
Shout out to Venn for keeping the live action headcanons rolling 🥰
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istg if noel isnt found soon im gonna lose it
you know what claire should do? she should get the key from sirius’s pocket and use it to open the locked door
a bunch of demons just surrounded claire and made fun of her...........wack it was kinda funny tho ngl
charlotte also messed around with claire, bringing up suspicions about basically everybody which honestly just lessens my suspicion about everybody if theyre putting it out there
still nervous abt it tho i dont think noel did it
it could just be possible his death was caused by none of the above
WILARDOS POV WOOOOOOOO1!! hes been calm abt this entire thing but agh
king moment
welp im sad now
so theyre all related,, and particia was basically claire’s best friend
but she disappeared since claire let her into an area in grandma (dorothy’s???) house
did claire step into the same room as patricia did and disappear as well. i think that can explain the memory loss if she was found by grandma
something i find depressing is how the whole room is wiped except the place where the diary was. sirius hasn’t touched it in a while
claire after looking at the diary still doesnt seem to remember but im happy she acknowledges it might be real
THE WAY ASHE’S NERVOUS CAN I HUG HIM I FEEL RLLY BAD HE SEEMS TO CARE ABT FAMILY A LOT
i really really hope we get tdoom bc he cant give an explanation
why is he here?? literally what does he know he’s so sus and for what. i trust him but whats so bad that he lied about it
picks ashe for who i think did it:
picks ashe for who i trust most (relaistically its probably noel but idk):
mixed signals but whatever i just hope it doesnt affect anything
if noel did kill sirius which i doubt he did at all and its bc of miss dorothy killing his father,, i dont think noel killed a person but i dont think he’s completely excluded from anything since his dad was brought up
aww the little skrnbunklies!!!
oh theyre kinda fucked up actually
its cruel to blame claire or dumb her down to stupid for this but they are demons
literally what was claire supposed to do though??
OKAY NEVERMIND EVERYTHINGS OK NOW IM HANGING THIS UP IN A GALLERY PLEASEPLEASE BE SAFE ASHE IVE GOTTEN WAY TOO ATTACHED TO YOU AND YOUR VERY SUBTLE SUSPICIOUS ACTIONS
“as a member of the scp” ashe is an scp!!!!
noel if hes trapping himself in his room i dont know how he’s gonna get water or food without someone bringing it to him or sneaking out,,
HGGGGGGGGG I HATE THIS GAME
I DONT WANNA SUSPECT ANYONE BUT AT THE SAME TIME I FEEL LIKE ITS GONNA FORCE ME
the way noel knows that. hand over ur brain rn i want to see it. the “i dont want you to die” was so painfully sweet and that also makes me sad i dont want noel to die either but if he says so it’s probably going to happen
i can suspect wilardo but i think he’s just like this i can suspect ashe I DO SUSPECT ASHE but the stuff he’s revealed to claire so far it just doesn’t feel like it i can suspect noel but hsfkhiuwqhe2189e4h21ueh221j
dying dying dying i dont even get it either
we don’t even have a proper explanation on how sirius exactly died
day 5,,,,
“if only i were smarter” CLAIRE HONEY NO ITS OKAY YOURE TRYING YOUR BEST
well ashe a re you hiding something?????
demons keep appearing more often just to say random words that bring people down. is it the ones who died in the massacre ??
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Forbidden Part 1
Ashlynn POV
MY GIRLS and jarred g.c.
8:06 AM, Sunday Nov. 15
JJ - anybody up?
Me - Heather slept over so now were at church
JJ - you're on your phone in church girl??
Me - I'm in the bathroom
Will o - Bro can yall get a private chat. U woke me up.
Sia - Yeah its 8 in the morning on a Sunday let us sleep
JJ - chill. i'm bored
❤️Heather❤️
8:07 AM, Sunday Nov. 15
❤️Heather❤️ - Hey!! Where are you!?! Your dad is looking for you church just got over.!!
I had been hiding out in the bathroom because of the last song they were singing.
Me - Tell him Im in the bathroom I'll be out in a second
❤️Heather❤️ - I'm sorry about that last song.
Me - Its fine they sing it ever November I'm used to it
I opened the group chat back up, and walked out of the bathroom.
MY GIRLS and jarred g.c.
8:09 AM, Sunday Nov. 15
JJ - soooooooo how's church in the bathroom??
Me - Its already over
Will o - I thought heather didnt like church????
❤️Heather❤️ - I don't. I went for Ash.
Sia - Ohh of course u did u would literally die for lynn
JJ - shut up sage.
Me - What did you want originally JJ
JJ - i wanted to ask if any of you wanted to come to my house and we could do something?
Sia - ... Me and Willow wanted to do the same thing at my house
JJ - sick. see you then
Sage POV
WILLA
8:17 AM, Sunday Nov. 15
WILLA - Are u sure u want to go over there. I can go to ur house if u want me to.
Me - No I think itll be fun if all 5 of us would hang out again
WILLA - Ok. See u then ❤️❤️
I was getting ready to headed over to Jarred's place. I didn't have a car, so I walked and I knew what he had wanted to do when he asked us to come over. He wanted us to watch a movie. He had a really good taste in movies. Mainly movies that I liked.
Heather texted the group chat that they were close, and I said I was on the way.
Ashlynn POV
Me and Heather got out of the car, and I waved bye to my dad.
"Are you sure you wanted to come?" I asked Heather
"Of course, I am! I love hanging out with Jarred and you!" She said. I felt my face blush.
We were about halfway up the longest driveway ever when Heather said, " We should totally stay the night!"
I looked at her and said, "We have school tomorrow! We can't stay girl!"
"No, we don't, its International Day of Tolerance! We don't have school till Tuesday!" She said.
"That is the most random holiday that they pick for us to be off. Like at that point just give us International Donut Day off." I said.
I looked at her and she snorted. I looked back up the doorstep and knocked on the doorbell. We heard running down the stairs. It was Jarred.
"I"LL GET IT MOM! Ow! I"M FINE!" He yelled.
The door opened.
"Oh, hey girls. I thought you were Sage." He said sadly.
We started walking through the grand doors.
"Of course, you did." Heather chuckled and said.
"Shut up Heather!" He said jokingly.
Jarred had been friends with Sage since they were babies. Then, when Jarred and Sage were in year 4, they meet Willow who was basically, according to Jarred, a social outcast in a new world. While they were meeting and being friends, me and Heather were in a different school meeting too. Finally, the conclusions of our friend group, was when me and Heather meet Sage and Willow at our all-girls high school, and we got introduced to Jarred. Now were in year 11 and Jarred, in year 10. I would spill all of the secrets but, I think you'll figure it out as we go.
"Soooo. What do you want to do?" I asked Jarred.
"Well. I was thinking we could watch a movie." He replied.
Jarred's house has always been the place to watch movies and hang out ever since the day we all became friends. It was the place where I told Jarred about my crush on Heather and Jarred swore he was straight after we all thought he was crushing on a guy. To be honest this place has more memories than that, but if I told you all of them, we would have a million words in this part and would be here forever.
Sage POV
*Knocking*
"Sage honey! Can you get that please? I don't want my package stolen!" My mom asked.
I was making sure it was the right outfit I wanted to wear to Jarred's. Blue jeans with a few small rips in them, and a shirt he got me for my birthday.
"Yeah! I just have to get there first." I said.
I jumped over my bed and ran to the door to make sure our package wasn't stolen. Once I reached the door, I opened it quickly. It was Willow.
"I thought we could walk over there together." She said with a smile.
"Oh, yeah! Sure. I just have to find shoes to wear." I didn't think she would be here.
.....
I found decent shoes and a sweatshirt and me and Willow started walking. Jarred's house was a mile and a half away so I would usually jog there myself. Now I was with Willow, and we just walked there together.
Ashlynn POV
We were sitting on Jarred's bedroom floor with bowls of snacks around us.
"Soooo. What kind of movie do you want to watch? I don't think Sage is coming." He said.
We sat in silence for a minute or so when Heather finally said, "The Titanic."
"Oh, that's a good one." I said grabbing a few pretzels from the bowl right beside me.
"I haven't saw it since I was 14." Heather said, " How bout you?" She said and turned to Jarred.
"NOPE! So is it on like Hulu or something?" He asked.
"It's on Netflix." I said. I watched it 2 years ago and I knew it was on there.
"Well, that's on my tv so hol-" He cut off and ran to his door because the door had rang. "I'LL GET IT AGAIN MOM! IT'S SAGE!" He said running down the stairs.
I looked at Heather and we both smiled. I stood up first and turned around to help her up, by holding my hand out. She smiled at me again and took my hand. She got up and tripped on the back of her long blue dress from church. I caught her and we were hovering in a dip type way.
Willow flung the door open, and we were just all staring at each other.
"Am - am I interrupting something?" She asked.
We stood up and somehow were still holding each other's hand. I looked down and yanked my hand back.
"She was getting up and tripped. So, I helped her. " I said.
"OH MY GOSH IS THAT YOU SAGE?" It was Jarred's mom Rose. She was Sage's mom's best friend and is how Jarred and Sage met.
We all ran down to go see her.
"ROSE!" Willow said running down the spiral staircase.
"OH MY! YOU'RE ALL HERE! Okay! Bring it in!" She said with her arms out stretched.
After we all gave her a hug, she offered to make us pizza. To which we obviously agreed to. Then we all ran upstairs into Jarred's room.
We all sat back down, me, Jarred, and Heather on the floor, with Sage and Willow on the beanbags by us. (The beanbags are very uncomfortable to me, which is why I never sit there.) Me and Heather were a bit behind Sage and Willow with Jarred.
"What are we watching?" Sage asked looking to the huge TV.
"Well, before you two came here, we agreed to watch the Titanic." Jarred said.
Willow choked on popcorn and quickly took a drink.
"Is that the one with Kate Winslet?" She asked, still recovering.
"Yeah why?" Heather asked.
"Oh no reason. Just wondering." She said back.
After we started the movie about 10 minutes in. Rose brought in pepperoni pizza and sat it down on a type of place mat for hot dishes, while Jarred paused the movie.
"Is this homemade Rosey?" Sage asked.
Rose said she called her that because when Sage was a toddler, she couldn't pronounce Rose without the "y".
"Of course. I don't think I've bought frozen pizza for a while dear." She said and stood up with her hands folded on top of her apron.
When I met Jarred for the first time, it was at this very house. Here is where I also met Rose. She was like a mother figure I needed. My mom left to visit her parents in a place called Skid Row or something and I haven't seen her since. But Rose was always here. At first, I though she wasn't married, but I found out she was married to a man named Nicholas, but we all call him Nichy when we see him. Another thing about Rose is that her and Nichy agreed to name Jarred after her. Jarred means Rose, and Nichy agreed because he loved the name.
"Ashlynn sweetie." It was Rose. Her hand was on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" She asked me.
"Oh, what? Yeah! Sorry. I zoned out." I said shakingly.
"Okay if you say so. I just want to know if you wanted the curtain closed." Rose asked.
I looked past Heather out the double glass doors to a small balcony, with the bright sun shining threw.
"Sure. If everybody else is okay with it." I said.
"Okay. Well. I'll shut the curtains and let you kids watch your Titanic." She said as she walked over to the doors.
"Thanks, Ma'ma." Jarred said.
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glennnnnn closeeeee (for the ask game ^_^)
Glenn Close this is so great ummm. god i think I’ve made up so much about him (but it’s all attached to canon i swear it works) let’s do childhood though bc I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently. under cut for length reasons o(-(
I think when he was a child Glenn gravitated towards his dad bc he never really got to see him (Bill Close absentee father -_-) so whenever he Did get to see him it was like.. really exciting and he always tried to make the most of it. unfortunately this meant when bill suggested some weird ass/dangerous scam to pull on ppl he’d be Right There to help out. I think for a very long time glenn though his dad was really cool and didn’t become disillusioned with him until much later on. and I think he always sort of held this idea that if he could be Cool Enough his dad would stay and hang out with him
further: I think the more bill involved Glenn in scams and stuff the more Christine tried to tighten Glenn’s boundaries and keep him out of that kinda stuff. but when he was younger it just felt like. responsible parent is the annoying bad one who you have to go behind your back to do cool stuff for and I think bill encouraged this pov on some level
I think Glenn’s issues with emotional vulnerability stem from him not wanting to chase his dad away with them (bc bill IS the kinda guy who’d peace out the second things got emotional) and then he got distant from his mum bc he was too nervous to tell her stuff bc he thought he’d just get in trouble
and I think you can see him trying to balance both these ideas with Nick. where he encourages and goes along with the schemes nick comes up with but really it’s his attempt to not alienate his son bc he knows how dangerous these kinds of things can be if you do them by yourself
like “oh Glenn lets his son smoke weed when he’s too young to!” I think this is just Glenn’s very messy attempt to not push nick away and to keep him safe by being there for him during these kinds of things. so you know - trying not to be like his father but also trying not to be like his mother and give Nick the idea that he has to go behind Glenn’s back to do this kinda stuff
and I think on some level he’s trying to Stay The Cool Dad for nick bc he’s worried Nick won’t listen to him if he’s not and as long as Nick listens to him he can keep nick safe. like a good example of this is when he gets nick to wait in the van during ep 8(..?) - bc Nick trusts glenn he doesn’t feel like he’s being undermined in anyway and doesn’t argue - unlike the twins, who wouldn’t listen to Henry if Henry tried to keep them away from something they deemed cool
he’s trying to be the dad he wishes/thought he had bc that’s what he responded to more when he was a kid (and that’s what Nick responds to) and he’s trying not be his mother (bc he didn’t respond to that) while still acknowledging she was right to be worried about the things he was getting into
ANYWAY. yes i’ve made all this up but it makes a lot of sense to me ^_^ peace and love.. i could prob find more things in canon that support this but ur just gonna have to trust me for now that it is supported by canon
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#pov: ur hanging out with ur dad :-)#mass effect#mass effect 3#shepard#anderson#david anderson#cant get the renegade scars right no matter what...#last playthrough i got my shepard juuuust right#but idk how to draw her... became somewhat whitewashed here again#anyways happy late n7!
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I saw ur pinned comment, and I just wanna ask, what are all your head cannons for shellington? Me wanna know : >
Shellington is so underrated; he's one of my favourites, so strap in lol
Still autistic, (analysis is out now!) he's had his special interest ever since he was a kid. finding new creatures was his biggest motivator for joining the crew.
With the gup-e being made for Peso specifically, it's also the easiest gup to drive, which is why Shellington can drive it just fine with only a little struggle.
he's really close with both Kwazii and Peso; he hangs out around the sickbay a lot, or will just follow Peso around (sometimes without realizing it). He thinks Kwazii is cool, and likes to talk to him about the possibility of sea monsters. I bet he secretly believes in most of them. (from a scientific pov at least.)
he feels really bad when he messes something up, even if it's small, and will quickly try to make up for it somehow.
Tweak let's him "help" in the engine room when he's feeling down.
he has a hard time identifying when things are awkward, and will blurt things out on accident a lot.
his tendency to not mention important things is because of a combination of intermittent speech and general forgetfulness. plus sometimes he assumes something is common knowledge, when it really really isn't.
him and Dashi are old friends who knew each other growing up. he doesn't like to admit when he doesn't understand something, but if he's really lost, he'll ask her.
Barnacles is very protective over him for several reasons, and I feel like sometimes he notices, and sometimes he doesn't. he doesn't mind though.
this might be a weird one, but the Vegimals are sort of like the equivalent to emotional support animals? which is why he always has at least one with him at all times, especially when he goes out alone. they see him like a dad though.
he misses his sister often. (they always hug whenever they see each other again and I think that's cute)
crabs are one of his favourite creatures, which is why he likes the gup-d so much.
#octonauts#Shellington#ask#headcannon#Shellington talking about fish reminds me of myself talking about my special interests lol#'either randomly going on an hour-long tangent. or not being able to even start without being prompted or asked very specific questions'
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i love ur new fic! only a couple of requests - more parts to it! and...more softness between the two of them 🥺 we hardly get given any in the show </3
:)) ty so so much, anon!!! as requested, here’s another installment of the alternate POV fic (this time from tami’s perspective) and a whooole lot of domestic gallavich softness (featuring very sappy kitchen slow dancing)
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Tami knew that the pandemic had taken a toll on its fair share of relationships— hell, hers and Lip’s included. But as much as she and Lip bickered and miscommunicated and regularly put up solid walls of lies between each other, at least, the very least—
At least they weren’t like Ian and Mickey.
At some point between being head-over-heels, fuck-all-night crazy for each other and getting married, something between Lip’s brother and his stellar choice of a Southside boyfriend had definitely changed. Tami wasn’t really close to either of them, other than Ian’s borderline obsession with Fred and her gratefulness for the cooing baby voice that came over him every time Tami thrust her tired arms out for him to take the screaming toddler in her arms, and she barely crossed paths with Mickey in a situation that wasn’t coordinating frozen waffles for breakfast or sitting across from him in the living room during Gallagher family movie nights that always inevitably turned into a passionate thirty minute screaming match about which movie to pick— but ever since the first time she set foot into the slumped and sagging Gallagher house, Tami knew that Ian and his choice of a prison-break boyfriend were something special, at least at the beginning.
She’d seen it the first time she met the two of them, when these two grown men were willingly crashing in that shitty single bed in the boys’ room while she and Lip were slumming it in the ever-so-spacious privacy of the cramped room with the accordion door, back when the halls were crawling with strangers making tamales and Fred was barely weeks old and Tami was inches away from losing her shit; Tami couldn’t imagine being in a smaller and more confined space than the one that she was in, locking herself in the bathroom behind an actual fucking door every chance for some peace and quiet, distancing herself from Lip every chance she got— and then there was Ian and Mickey down the hall, sleeping pressed together on a concave mattress meant for a single teenager, pouring each other coffee and trading glances as they sat next to each other at the breakfast table, and pulling each other closer every second they had the chance despite the fact that they’d just gotten out of a months-long prison stay together. There was something so earnest, and so weirdly romantic, about seeing a hardass like Mickey Milkovich, someone with “Fuck U Up” tattoos on his knuckles and more of a sailor’s vocabulary than Tami had, turn to putty whenever he was in proximity to Lip’s little brother. Tami had to be honest—she was kind of impressed. These guys clearly had the teenager, puppy-dog kind of love for each other that hadn’t really gone away, something that she didn’t think that she and Lip ever really had, or ever really would— so as much as she felt like her life and her relationship with Lip was spiraling towards a series of cascading failures, it was nice to know that at least someone in the Gallagher house had a sturdy, stable relationship.
And then, of course, the pandemic hit.
When all this COVID shit started, Tami had counted her infinite blessings that she and Lip had gotten a place of their own outside the Gallagher house before all the sprawling weeks of lockdowns; Tami couldn’t imagine the kind of unforgiving hell on earth it would be to quarantine in that tiny slumped house, in a tiny cramped room, for months on end until the U.S. tangentially got its shit together. So it made sense, really, that everything between Ian and Mickey had changed.
She’d noticed it that first morning, when she and Lip finally dropped by the house after weeks of hunkering down to have breakfast with everyone, carrying a box of cheap pastries they’d gotten on the walk over— and the first thing she’d noticed when she walked into the kitchen was how far apart Mickey and Ian were sitting, on opposite ends of the rickety kitchen table, any scarce dialogue between the two of them turned brittle and stale.
There were spats, now, and gentle shoves that turned less gentle; she and Lip weren’t around the house much anymore, thank fucking god, but what few conversations she did see between Ian and Mickey always ended with raised voices and them both practically having steam coming out of their ears, or with some stray bystander needing to plant themselves in the middle of the married couple to tell them to calm the fuck down. Tami would lock eyes with Lip as they scuffled in the kitchen, her eyebrows raised in a message that she knew Lip understood: “See, this is why I never want to get married.”
So that was pretty much the situation Tami expected to be walking into, late one afternoon when Lip was presumably off doing some shady shit with those stolen bikes and Tami was stuck at the Gallagher house waiting to meet up with him so they could keep working through “Operation Sell the Gallagher House to Gentrifiers.” Tami had expected Lip to be here a couple of hours ago, and was honestly debating just saying fuck it and going home— but Fred had passed out in Tami’s lap as they were sitting on the couch a couple of minutes ago and Tami was not going to wake this monster child up before he was ready and took another hour of crying and writhing to settle down again. Tami was leaning back, closing her eyes and enjoying a rare moment of peace in this godforsaken house… when she was snapped back into reality by the sound of a kitchen cupboard slamming shut.
Huh. Tami had apparently drifted off, but Freddie was still sound asleep in her lap, pinning her down. It was definitely the early evening by now— the sun had started to set, glowing purple from behind the thin curtains.
A clang came from the kitchen again, and Tami craned her neck as much as she could without stirring the sleeping toddler in her lap to peer into the kitchen from the open doorway to see if Lip was home— and instead, she saw Ian standing by the counter opening something with a can opener, and Mickey beside him.
It looked like they’d been in the kitchen a while—from the corner of her eye she could see Mickey perched on the countertop sipping a beer, his legs swinging while Ian milled around him pulling things from the cabinets and manning the stovetop. She knew both of the boys weren’t much of a cook, and from what she’d seen Ian’s culinary abilities didn’t exceed heating up canned soup or spreading butter on toast— but it looked like he was chopping onions and opening a can of black beans for something, which struck her by surprise. There was music playing low from a little portable speaker in the kitchen, presumably something Ian had brought down from the bedroom— right now there was some 80s hit playing that reminded Tami of the music her dad used to listen to while he was putzing around in the garage when she was little, if she was bring totally honest. But Mickey seemed to be enjoying it, his head bobbing slightly to the beat while he scrolled through what she recognized as Ian’s phone.
“Okay, the recipe website says you’ve gotta add cumin now. What the fuck is cumin?”
She could hear Ian’s dry laugh. “A spice? I think? We probably don’t even have it, I’ll just add a shit ton of chili powder and it’ll taste fine.”
“Whatever you say, Rachel Ray.”
Tami could see Ian lean to flip Mickey off, then turn to poke through the cabinets. Weird. Ian had flipped Mickey off, sure, but there wasn’t any malice in it; for the first time in a while, it seemed like the two of them were actually coexisting peacefully for once— which, thank god for that, at the very least because it meant Fred would stay sleeping on her lap for a while until Lip got home.
Now that she thought back on it, Ian and Mickey had seemed a bit more settled lately— she’d heard bits and pieces about all the stuff with Mickey’s abusive asshole of a dad moving in next door, and about the two of them starting a security business together in that random ambulance that was always parked in the street now (Tami wasn’t even going to ask)— she could imagine that running errands around Chicago together all day long in matching jumpsuits would bring anyone closer together. This was the first time she’d really seen them enjoy being in each other’s space since the pandemic started, just casually hanging out around the house without something fiery about to erupt between them, whether from anger or passion— and honestly, it was kind of nice to by in proximity to, just listening to their chatter floating back and forth and the sizzling of onions and chili flakes in a pan while the music drifted between them.
Tami sat there for a while, closing her eyes again as the shadows in the room grew deeper, listening to some Bon Jovi song play low in the background and feeling the solid weight of Fred breathing evenly pressed against her chest.
A couple minutes of minutes later, she heard the stove being turned off, and the clanking of plates being taken out of the cabinets as the song ended.
“Hey, can I pick a song?” Ian asked, over the sound of him putting the sizzling pan into the sink.
Mickey burped loudly, and Tami could see that he was still perched on the edge of the kitchen counter by the stovetop.
“Yeah, but put on something good, man. None of your techno bullshit.”
“Pass me my phone.”
Ian fidgeted with the phone for a moment—and then a familiar song, a lot softer than the cheerful drumbeats of the melodies before, came streaming through the speaker.
“I found a love, for me…”
Immediately, she heard Mickey chuckle loudly, like he was surprised.
“Fuuuucking softie,” Mickey groaned, but when Tami craned her neck again to slyly peer at the two of them in the kitchen she could see that he was grinning. At first Tami was confused, but then a memory started to stir— this was their wedding song, wasn’t it? She remembered hearing it waft through the front hallways of the dingy polka house while she and Lip were having their screaming match over Fred. Ah, good memories.
Ian stepped closer to Mickey, and Tami promptly heard the pad of Mickey’s feet hitting the ground as he slid off of the kitchen countertop.
“Dance with me?”
“You’re fucking ridiculous,” Mickey breathed, and then they were silent. From where she was sitting, Tami could see Ian’s broad shoulders standing in front of where Mickey had been seated— his head was curled downward slightly, and Mickey was pinned close against him, his face pressed into the upper half of Ian’s shoulder.
Well, damn. Tami smirked to herself. I guess that security business has worked some magic after all.
Out of nowhere, Fred started to stir and wriggle in Tami’s lap.
“Shit,” she muttered under her breath. She didn’t really want to break up the sappy moment, but Freddie was definitely due for a diaper change and was going to be a fussy mess in about five seconds if she didn’t scoop him up right now.
She quickly rose from the lumpy couch, cradling the back of Fred’s head in her hands and beelining through kitchen doorway.
Instantly, Mickey nearly jumped out his skin when he saw Tami— he immediately detached himself from Ian’s shoulder and detangled himself from Ian’s arms. Ian just grinned sheepishly and leaned against the counter, letting Mickey ever-so-slightly slump against him.
Tami paused, taking the scene in and trying to hold back a knowing smile as Freddie fussed on her shoulder.
“The fuck’re you looking at?”
Mickey’s neck turned blotchy and flushed, and he darted his eyes to Freddie and then back to Tami.
Tami knew she had a sloped, sappy smile on her face. “Nothing. Just good to see you guys not ripping each other’s throats out for once.”
Mickey let out a slight breath, slumping back towards Ian’s chest even more— then he rolled his eyes, but the gesture was light and fond.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said dismissively. Ian was still practically beaming, and draped a hand across Mickey’s waist— and Tami watched as he slowly, slowly pressed a kiss to Mickey’s temple and Mickey’s posture immediately softened, like the air was being let out of him.
Wow. Okay. Guess the old Ian and Mickey are back.
Tami raised Freddie slightly onto her shoulder, then pushed past the two of them towards the back stairs, where Tami could hopefully go up and change her son’s shitty diaper in peace— and as she started to climb the stairs, she heard one final quip from Mickey:
“Your brother can’t sell this house fast enough, man.”
#okay rori u wrote two fics in one day & now u must lesson plan#lol#but i hope u enjoyed!!!<3#gallavich#gallavich fic#shameless#shameless fic#ian x mickey#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#ian and mickey#tami tamietti
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