#Debbie Lasagna

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have The Booby Hatch 1976 aka The Liberation of Cherry Janowski

[sirspacebar]

Debbie's Vegetable Lasagna Recipe A filling vegetarian meal for the whole family is vegetarian lasagna made with sauteed vegetables, a Parmesan cream sauce, and lasagna noodles. 9 lasagna noodles, 1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese, 1/2 cup vegetable broth or as needed, 1 egg, 1 egg white, 2 tablespoons white wine, 1 cup milk, 1/4 cup all-purpose flour, 2 cups coarsely shredded carrots, 1 package frozen chopped spinach thawed and drained, 1/4 cup margarine, 1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese, 2 cups coarsely chopped zucchini, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 1 tablespoon olive oil, 1 cup light ricotta cheese, 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper

[tancamera]

Debbie's Vegetable Lasagna Vegetarian lasagna made with sauteed vegetables, a Parmesan cream sauce, and lasagna noodles is a hearty vegetarian meal for the whole family.

[masonmontz]

heeey, hope you like it:)

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

fluff 🥹 word count: 2,7k

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“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Jaz asked while the two of you were having afternoon coffee in a bakery in Manchester. “You've been quiet since we got here.”

“I'm all worked up, don't worry, it's nothing” your smile didn't reach your eyes and Jaz noticed, and even though you've only known each other for a short time, anyone would realize that there was something bothering you.

You and Mason had been officially dating for a little over two months, but you had met his family before that and you loved them all, it was really great spending the holidays with them in Greece.

“You can tell me, you know, don't you?” she held out her hand and you lightly squeezed her hand across the table, smiling once more and nodding. “Is it something with Mason?”

“Jaz, don’t worry, I’m fine” she rolled her eyes and you smiled, trying to push the thought that had been haunting you for a few weeks to the back of your mind, but it was inevitable.

“Okay, so let's go, I'm already missing my girls” she murmured and you smiled, remembering the photo Mason sent you minutes ago where Summer was putting makeup on him and Mila was trying to put bows in his hair. “Should we take a pie?”

“Please, lemon pie is the best ever” you almost groaned when you saw a lemon pie on the counter, so Jaz went over and asked to wrap it up. “Debbie wants us to stop by the grocery store to pick up something for dinner?”

“She texted me to say she was making lasagna. I've come to Manchester and I need to spend the day at the gym because all I do is eat.”

“She likes to spoil Mason.”

“This is ridiculous, she never makes food like this for me, only for her big baby” you couldn't help but laugh, because they were clearly jealous of the way Debbie treats Mason, and Mason loves being spoiled by them, even though the family is now full of children and he is a grown man.

“He takes advantage because he knows she does everything for him.”

“That little devil, was the same thing when he was a child.”

You and Jaz got along really well, the girls adored you too, and you were in love with Mason's nieces and nephew, but it was sad because Stacey lived far away.

You love Mason and his family so much that it hurts, especially because your family lives far away and you miss being welcomed by them, and you found comfort in your boyfriend. However, Mason never said he loved you.

Of course, everyone has their own time and maybe he isn't ready to take that step in such a new relationship, but you listen and notice how easily he says “I love you” to his family. You just wish he would tell you he loves you too.

“Hey, had fun with Jaz?” Mason asked when you arrived at his house, he hugged you and left a kiss on your lips. “I missed you, babe. My family is stealing you from me.”

“They just think I’m cooler than you” you murmured and Mason laughed. Summer ran to you and you walked away from Mason, walking behind her to the coffee table where she was coloring pictures.

“Do you want to color with me? Uncle Masey didn't want to, he said he was tired.”

“Tired, uh?” you asked and looked at Mason who just shrugged and laid down on the couch, because he hadn't done anything all day. “Summer, I'm going to take a shower and then I'll color with you, okay?”

You walked upstairs to take a shower in Mason's bedroom bathroom, and luckily you had some clothes at his place or you would have had to go to your apartment to get them. Mason walked into the room just as you entered the bathroom, you smiled as he followed you into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub, the same way you two do when you're talking in the bathroom.

“I just need some silence, I'll watch you take a shower” you rolled your eyes as you took off your clothes, ignoring Mason's gaze all over your body.

“Hey, the doctor texted me, I think I'm going to need to go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow” you said, remembering the message the doctor sent you this morning. You were hospitalized for days a month ago because of severe headaches, and now you are being monitored by two doctors to see if everything is okay.

“But are you feeling any pain?” Mason asked worriedly and you quickly shook your head, watching him sigh in relief.

“They want to do new exams, I'm fine. You have training tomorrow, don't you?”

“Yes, but I'll go with you to do the exams and then I'll go to Carrington.”

“No need, Mason, I can go alone.”

“Okay, but call me and text me” you smiled at him, and Mason actually looked worried about you.

Again you thought he hadn't said “I love you” to you yet, and you looked down as you washed your hair and Mason hummed a song under his breath.

“Hey, I bought you something” Mason spoke and left the bathroom. He left the bathroom door open and you could see him walking past the bedroom with a gift box which he placed on the bed before heading back to the bathroom. “I think you'll like it.”

“What is it?”

“You will open it and see, be patient.”

Mason continued talking to you for ten minutes until you finished your shower, and he stayed there until you put on another set of clothes and organized the bathroom.

“Do you want me to dry your hair?” he asked and you looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, Mason was behind you and you smiled feeling love all over your chest. Mason stood up when you nodded, and he looked for the hairdryer he uses when he is really late.

You wanted to cry as you watched Mason drying your hair calmly, focused and sometimes smiling at you. Maybe he doesn't love you, but he definitely likes you, because no man would ever do that, right?

You looked at the floor, feeling your eyes fill with tears and blinked a few times to keep from crying. Mason noticed and turned off the dryer, turning you to face him.

“What’s wrong, babe? You've been quiet for a few days” you didn't want to tell him the real reason you were crying because you were ashamed of doubting his feelings.

“I’m a little bit worried” you said referring to the exam you will take tomorrow, and Mason hugged you and kissed your forehead.

“Nothing will happen, you’re fine and healthy and we will spend our lives together.”

“Really? Do you want to spend your life by my side?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I want to?” you shrugged and smiled, but it still wasn't the answer you needed. “C’mere, let's open your present and put a smile on that face.”

You wiped away some tears and smiled at Mason as he pulled you over to the bed where he had placed the gift. It was a pink package with hearts drawn on it and you felt bad about tearing it, but you still pulled the package open to see what was inside.

“It's heavy, it must have been expensive” you muttered and Mason rolled his eyes.

“You can't guess the price because of the weight” he said and laughed. “Open, open.”

You swear you had stopped crying, but you started crying again as soon as you saw the gift Mason bought for you. Big tears fell as you held the box and cried. Mason stood up worriedly, hugging you.

“What’s wrong? You didn't like it?” You hugged him tightly, crying into his chest and letting your emotions take over.

“It's the most beautiful gift I've ever received.”

You held the box to look at the book nook of a village in Greece, the same one you visited when you were there on vacation. Every detail caught your attention and you couldn't speak as you sobbed, hugging Mason once more.

“Did you like it? I thought of you when I saw it, and you can put it on your bookshelf.”

“I loved it. Thank you, Mase.”

“Stop crying, okay? I just want to see you happy.”

“They are tears of happiness.”

“I'd rather see a smile on your lips.”

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“Y/n, we're going to keep you under observation tonight, okay? Your exams are altered and we need to do new exams to check if everything is okay” Doctor Reid said as he entered the room, and you sighed sitting in the hospital hallway, because it would be another long night alone in that scary place.

“But am I okay?” your heart was racing and deep down you were scared. Since you were hospitalized for the first time this has been consuming you.

“No need to worry, we just need to be sure of the result to know which medicine you can take.”

“Okay” you murmured a little in relief, and a nurse arrived and took you to the room where you would spend the night. You hated the hospital, especially being alone there for a whole night with a needle in your arm.

You sent Mason a message saying that everything was fine but he didn't reply to you, so you just talked to the nurses who were giving you medicine and making the bed where you would stay.

Half an hour later Mason appeared in the hospital room with your pink bag that he probably filled with things and a black one.

“Hey, no need for all this, it's just one night” you said seeing how many things he brought, so Mason left everything on the armchair and walked towards you.

“I'm worried, are you sure you're okay, love?” he asked and left a kiss on your forehead, then another on your lips. “One bag is mine.”

“Why? You don't have to stay here, you can stay with your family.”

“Only in your dreams will I leave you alone in the hospital, Y/N.”

“No, seriously, Doctor Reid said it's just for some tests, you can't leave your family alone there, they came to see you.”

“Hey, I'm going to stay here and I already told the coach that I'll be late tomorrow.”

You huffed, because there was nothing you could say to make Mason change his mind.

He just lay down next to you on the hospital bed, and kept you company for hours until he went to the hospital cafeteria to get something for you both to eat. He came back and stayed by your side the whole time, and when you fell asleep, Mason held you close to him and kissed your hair, snuggling into you and sleeping too, because where you are is where he feels good.

“Thank you for spending the night with me at the hospital” you said as soon as Mason dropped you off at your apartment, and he was already late for practice but didn't seem to care.

Luckily, the doctor said everything was fine and there was no reason to worry anymore, he just prescribed you some medicine to take when you have other headaches.

“You know I would stay by your side in the hospital for a month if necessary” he mumbled and you smiled, hugging him one last time before he ran off because he was late.

“I love you” you yelled, and Mason just blew you a kiss before closing the door.

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Mason has been traveling with the team and you are increasingly drowning in the thoughts that he doesn't love you. You cried a few times alone at home, watching a romantic movie or seeing someone post love quotes on the internet.

You're at rock bottom.

You were so lost in your own thoughts crying while watching The Longest Ride that you didn't notice Mason entering your apartment.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” he asked and you got scared, trying to wipe away your tears so he wouldn't see, but it was too late.

“I'm just crying because of the movie” you pointed at the screen right at the moment Luke is picking up Sophia for a date, and there was no reason to cry.

“Hey, I know you, there's been something bothering you for days and you still haven't told me what it is. I'm getting worried and so is my mum, she said you've been quiet.”

Mason pulled you from the couch and you let more tears fall, you stood in front of him and looked him in the eyes.

“I don't want to look like a fool.”

“You know I’d never think that of you, love” he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“It's just that…” you stopped, unable to speak, but Mason encouraged you. “Do you love me?”

“What?” he asked, breathing a sigh of relief and laughing, but you cried when he didn't answer.

“You never said you loved me, and it's okay if you don't feel anything-” Mason put his hand over your mouth when you sobbed, and he stopped you from continuing to speak.

“Oh my God, I can't believe you're crying over this, baby” Mason held back his laughter. “Do you think I don't love you?”

You shrugged and looked at him with sad eyes.

“I said I love you several times” he murmured.

“No, you never said, actually.”

“I said yeah. I showed it. I showed you I love you when I introduced you to my whole family. I showed you I love you when I introduced you to my friends. I showed you I love you when I took you on a trip with my family because I know they would love you as much as I do.”

His heart was racing, and Mason continued speaking.

“I show you that I love you every day. I show you that I love you when I buy you books, when I take you out to dinner. I love you so much that I bought you a book nook from Greece for you to put among your books because it was our first trip together.”

“I showed you that I love you when I stayed by your side in the hospital for an entire night, and don't get me wrong, it wasn't to get something in return, I did it because I love you and I wouldn't leave you alone.”

“I- I” you sobbed as Mason hugged you. Now you look like a fool, because you were so focused on the words that you didn't pay attention to everything Mason does for you every day. “I’m sorry.”

“If you need to hear it, I'll say it. I love you. I love you so much Y/n that it hurts. I love you so much that I would spend a week eating your failed recipes just to make you happy. I would listen to Taylor Swift for the rest of my life just to show you that I love you. I love you.”

You were laughing and crying, and Mason was smiling too as he pulled you to sit next to him on the couch.

“I can tell you that I love you every day if you want, but I prefer to show you.”

“I'm such an idiot, my God. It's just that you say that you love your family all the time and you've never said it to me even the times I've said it.”

“Because they have the habit of saying I love you and that's why I do it, but I say I love you when I'm stuck to you all the time and don't want to let go.”

“I feel like a fool.”

“No, love, you know you don't.”

“I love you.”

“I love you. Sorry I didn't realize you wanted to hear it.”

“No, I want you to show me.”

“Ah, you don't even know what you want” he said and kissed you.

“I know exactly what I want. You. For the rest of my life.”

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

i will never not feel so bad for ian because of how his parents treated him.

as far as we know, ian was the only one who was physically abused by frank throughout his childhood. frank hated ian the most because he “looked the most like his mother” (and the most like frank’s brother, clayton, ian’s actual dad clayton, but nobody actually ever says that) and ian thinking that he looks/acts like monica seriously effects him later on. frank treats him like absolute dog shit, and we hear ian say that when he was six frank locked him in the basement for days. one of the biggest things about shameless is the “cycle of abuse” and frank’s treatment of ian is ironic because from what we know, frank was the only one his parents ever abused (physically, at least).

and for monica, ian was his favorite. i don’t give a shit if fiona says that lip is her favorite, from monica’s first episode’s it’s been apparent that it’s ian. for example- not giving a shit about any of her children’s accomplishments until it comes to ian, and her eyes light up, or making lasagna “ian’s favorite” (it’s not). but being monica’s favorite isn’t actually a good thing. monica seriously abused ian, too, and people don’t always awknolege that. their relationship was built on manipulation, monica’s victim complex, and neglect. she did nothing but use and hurt him, and whether or not she really loved him doesn’t really matter because either way it just hurt him. and the saddest thing is no matter how far away he pushes her, he’s still attached and he still loves her. we don’t know what she truly put him through as a child, but we can assume that it was hell. from ian’s whole speech to her in 7x09 we can tell that he definitely needed her, but she was never there. this is also apparent in fiona’s monologue in 7x12.

also, in season 11 when debbie tells frank, “you ruined love for me!” that definitely also applies to what ian was saying in season 10 about having frank and monica as role models for love. they damaged him so fucking badly and even though he did get a happy ending, he got totally screwed over.

i get that people hate ian for saying that frank was worse than terry in hall of shame, and i made a whole post about that (here!), and although if we’re really thinking about it, yeah, terry was technically worse; ian still went through so much traumatic shit that needs to be taken into account.

[tsuga-of-mars]

Haircut - quality time

Couldn't pass up the chance to feature one of my favorites, Besties Mickey and Tami. Time to gripe about the family they joined. @galladrabbles

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It started as a quick favor before their foster kid interview.

" Can you believe fucking Debbie, bringing fast food to Family Dinner"

Swish Swish

" Right! She's the ones who insisted on them"

Buzz Buzz

"Even you and Lip pulled off frozen lasagna last month"

Swish Swish

"Hey those boys keep us busy"

Clip Clip

"Hell we've got three right now, and Ians already planning some curry thing"

Buzz Buzz

"Your mans such a show off"

Swish Swish

"Phsh, you're just jealous I got the best Gallagher"

Clip Clip

Now it's a set routine they both look forward to, but would never admit

[octavinelleresident]

I'm a silly goose and I'm here with gifts for everyone!

Jade: a DIY mushroom growing kit

Azul: Extremely rare Coins from Earth

Floyd : a four foot tall shrimp plushie

Debby: freshly baked lasagna

Goodbye and enjoy your gifts my favourite capitalist mafia fishes 💜

For me?Oh,you shouldn't have. Mhhh what could I possibly give you back?How about you join me at the lounge?We could talk about it in front of a cup of tea.

My,my,what a thoughtful gift. Just in time I might say. I found some new recipees with mushrooms. I can save a plate just for you when the time comes.

Is this a plushie of you shrimpy?What are you trying to say?You want to be squeezed all day by me?I won't mind that

Ah,eh?A gift for me?Fave capitalist fishes?Am I one of them now?!

Uhhh anyway,thanks!I really appreciated it

[h0ll0w-gr0v3]

Yeah! Lasagna sounds amazing. I could use a warm meal after all the chaos that's been going on.

Let me know if you need any help with it.

~Joanne✒️📖

(chocolate and vanilla sounds great, last time i had a cupcake it was one of those little debbie halloween snack-cakes)

Chaos? I hope everything is alright.. I'll get started on it.

[blackacre13]

Hihi! Could you continue the teacher/student au? I love it so much!

Part 36 linked above; here’s part 37!

“I’d ask you to marry me if I didn’t think it would send you running for the hills,” Debbie laughed, clapping her hands together before she looked down at Lou’s face, freezing as she realized what she’d said out loud. “Oh, Lou, I didn’t mean—fuck, I just meant—“

“Get on the bed,” Lou growled tugging at Debbie’s hand.

“Lou, baby. Please, let just.”

“Oh, Debs, don’t you remember what we talked about, honey?” Lou crooned, flipping Debbie onto her back as she crawled to straddle her, her bare heat sinking against Debbie’s thigh, slowly grinding against it as Debbie gasped. “The classroom is all yours. But honey, the bedroom?”

“It’s yours,” Debbie rolled her eyes, laughing, letting out a curse as she felt Lou’s fingers slip inside her panties, spreading the wetness that had been gathering between her folds as the blonde kept riding her thigh. “I’m yours.”

“Stop smiling like that,” Tammy hissed, waving her hand in front of Lou’s glazed over eyes. “The dreaminess on your face is making me hate myself. I feel like we have this conversation every day.”

“It varies.”

“I hate you,” Tammy huffed, sliding her laptop into her backpack before slinging it over her shoulder. “What should I wear? Shit. What should I bring?”

“That,” Lou laughed, waving mindlessly at her jeans and sweater. “And nothing.”

She checked her watched and grinned. Only half an hour until she was back in Debbie’s presence. Although there was the matter of a Tammy buffer between her and the brunette. At least for the length of a dinner.

“What is she making?” Tammy called as Lou practically sprinted from the library, the strawberry blonde racing to keep up with her as she set her stride across campus bound for the dorms.

“Takeout,” the blonde grinned, sticking her tongue out at her friend. “Debbie’s not really the homemade meal type. Maybe a bit of breakfast. But not like, lasagna style.”

“So you’ll be the one who cooks for the kids?” Tammy exhaled, panting as she finally caught up with the other woman.

“Yeah, they’re gonna have Tammy stew if you don’t shut up,” Lou laughed, pushing the main door open. “You’re not gonna be like this tonight are you?”

“You mean AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND?” Tammy shouted, looking around the empty hallway with a triumphant smile.

“Brilliant,” Lou nodded. “Well done. You’ve convinced a whole lot of nobody. You’re the best, babe.”

“Ew.”

“Really? Babe?”

“Sorry, does that bother you, honey?”

“Lou, I’m going to vomit.”

“You’re really bad at acting, Tam,” Lou shook her head, letting them into the elevator to her floor. “Most girlfriends like pet names. You know. From their girlfriend.”

“Yeah,” Tammy nodded. “Speaking of, what do you call her in bed? Does she make you call her Dr. Ocean? Better yet, what does she call you. Does she call you—“

“Hey, Soph!” Lou smiled, waving a little more enthusiastically than usual as she elbowed Tammy in the ribs. She was gritting her teeth.

Almost everything was a jump scare. And she wasn’t going to risk anything and lose Debbie. Especially not from just joking around with Tammy.

Tammy could behave for an evening, as it turned out, which Lou did know deep down. But she’d had her doubts. Not because of Tammy. But only because she’d never been so nervous and eager to protect something before. She didn’t want to mess anything up. It meant too much.

Especially now that she literally had verbal and physical confirmation that she and Debbie were on the same page. They loved each other. Wanted to be with each other. Move in with each other. Hell, Debbie had even said that she would ask Lou to marry her.

It had been hypothetical, sure, but it had made Lou’s heart flutter and her stomach swirl in ways she’d never felt before. And even though it had only been a few days and she felt a bit preposterous, she couldn’t stop imagining how she would have asked if the moment were real. If Debbie would be the one to ask. If it would be her. If any of it could ever happen. It seemed so unimaginable that something that perfect and otherworldly could be real.

But it seemed real. Watching Tammy and Debbie laughing, and swapping stories about Lou as they poured out more wine. Debbie giving Tammy recommendations about professors to work with for job placements. Debbie’s arm around Lou’s shoulder. Debbie’s whisper that she had dessert in the fridge for Tammy but that Lou’s was in the bedroom and would have to wait.

It was everything she had wanted. And she’d fight like hell to protect it. Come hell or Claude Becker.

[deedala]

Having just finished a big family BBQ (all my clothes and hair still smell of smoke, but I’m too tired to do anything about it, so my bed’s gonna smell of smoke until I change the sheets after work tomorrow CRINE) - - aaanyway…

Post S11:

Who do you think is the best at organising regular get togethers?

Who regularly drags their feet and/or cancels or simply no shows last minute? And for what reason?

Where do the get togethers take place?

Of what nature are they?

Is there something one of them learns to do or always ensure they cook/bake/bring for these family events?

I’m having Gallagher Family Feels m’kay? m’kay!

lolol ok i accept this peace offering!!

Who do you think is the best at organising regular get togethers?

gosh thats gotta be debbie right? not only is it extremely important to her but she also LOVES that shit. though i also like to think lip is also very adamant that weekly dinner and other events are not shirked! and of course liam is always very invested in everyone being together as well.

Who regularly drags their feet and/or cancels or simply no shows last minute? And for what reason?

im gonna say carl 😆 i can see him going into his like bachelor boy era or some shit. being flaky to party with buddies and hook up with girls lol

Where do the get togethers take place?

i think eventually mickey and ian can host sometimes. otherwise its hard to say cuz i have some different thoughts/wishes about what happens with the gallagher house after the funeral. but yeah i guess if we assume they all move out then lip/tami/liam/freddies place would probably end up being the most accommodating, also debbie and franny’s place because debbie loves hosting 😊

also do we think carl buys the alibi and becomes a bartender? i kind of like this idea, but that his version of the alibi is just slightly less of a “shithole” (elevated slightly by the money and ideas of former officer tipping) and therefore makes more money, so the fam still loves having parties there.

Of what nature are they?

weekly family dinner

all the holidays which are often full day gatherings

all the birthdays

celebrations for first day of summer vacation

every time someone has a big career or school milestone

fiona finally visits (crine)

the ball family visits!!!!!! (its been so depressing leaving them out of all these other answers)

and lots of random meet ups and hangouts in between just because someone offers to order pizza and kfc and have everyone over to watch a show together or hang out in the backyard pool(or apartment complex pool) cuz its a super hot evening!

Is there something one of them learns to do or always ensure they cook/bake/ bring for these family events?

debbie loves making pie right?? would it be too silly to say lip gets really into cooking and likes to make like proper cooked from scratch type meals 😆 ian … gosh i have to right?? ian likes making tomato sauce from his tomato garden and bringing it over for whoever is hosting to use on the pasta or lasagna or pizza whatever they’re making that night 😌

I'm having Gallagher Family Feels m'kay? m'kay!

it IS okay but now you’ve inflicted then upon me havent you!!!!!! so thanks 🥺🥹🥺🥹

send me asks!

[puella-peanut]

Can Daniel ever get Kreese to go shopping for fun with him or is Kreese too macho for that XD

The only time Daniel can get John to go to the mall with him is for a special occasion, like a birthday or Christmas, and there is an (often expensive) social requirement for gifts. Otherwise John stays the hell away from that stupid, obnoxious place!

“It’s too noisy and too crowded, kid.”

“Yeah? But so are dojos and karate tournaments, John! And sporting events! And the military!”

“Those benefit society.”

“So does shopping at the mall! It encourages y’know, mingling and hanging out! Developing social skills. Beneficial, see? And it boosts the economy too. Sounds like a win-win situation to me.”

“Unnecessary gossip, spending and debt, kid.”

“God John, I swear it’s a miracle you even have clothes to wear, and socks with no holes, and a single friend with that Debbie Downer attitude. I should ask your best buddy how he puts up with your anti-social grumpiness, old man.”

They get into it a little after that comment, but in the end, since it’s Christmas, John (grudgingly) tags along to the mall so Daniel can pick out gifts for his Ma, and Mr. Miyagi, and Jessica, and Terry too.

“He’s a billionaire; he can buy whatever he wants himself, Prima Donna.” 

“It’s the thought that counts. ‘Sides, I’ll sign it with love from Daniel and John, so he knows he’s appreciated, d’ya think he’d like that?” 

“Hope not, kid.”

He also picks out a gift for Ali—

“Your ex? Really?” 

“Ex-girlfriend yeah, but not ex-friend!”

—and her fiancé, Johnny, too, since Daniel and him have become friends as of late. 

“Don’t put my name on that gift.” 

“Why not? Johnny knows ‘bout us, and he’s really cool with it! I think he’d like a gift that says with love from his old Sensei!” 

“No.”

“Ugh, fine!”

John does hold all of the bags amassed several hours later, which is kinda nice of him, though Daniel could’ve done without the comment about his scrawny arms. Not everyone could be built like a hairy brick fortress! Still, Daniel pays for their supper, and munches down happily on overpriced pizza while John chows down on lasagna, and they split a slice of tiramisu, since John usually dislikes sweets, and Daniel usually enjoys them too much. It feels like a cute date, makes him feel all of sixteen again, and he grins to himself—sixteen year old Daniel would be dead on impact if he’d known he would be in a relationship with his ex-bully’s ex-Sensei in the future. His loss, Daniel thinks, his eyes affectionately sweeping over John’s rugged, good-looking self. 

“That was pretty good, wasn’t it?” Daniel says after, while deciding which fizzy drink he wants from the vending machine to wash it all down. Coke? Fanta? Maybe he should be good and stick with water.

“Your cooking is better.” John says gruffly. 

Which makes Daniel flush a little and beam—a compliment from John? It really was the season of miracles!

They end up leaving the bags in the car, heading back inside the mall for one last stop at the Tool Store which Daniel insists on since John has been a good sport, and they both like the heavy machinery. Along with the aisles of plywood, and hammers, and tile, and other lethal objects. 

It’s a good evening. So good in fact that Daniel leaves John to look and brood over the polished line of chainsaws while he sneaks off to the Sporting store they’d passed by earlier, and picks up something special.

Yeah, John’s not much into frilly lingerie, or lacy, pretty things—but Daniel in his favorite baseball team’s sweatshirt? All oversized and cuddly? Showing off legs that go all the way up? Narrow shoulders, bare skin?

Oh yeah Daniel smirks as the unsuspecting teenager bags  up his purchase—John’s gonna have a merry Christmas indeed. 

[ninyo-petit-mart]

Debbie's Vegetable Lasagna Vegetarian lasagna made with sauteed vegetables, a Parmesan cream sauce, and lasagna noodles is a hearty vegetarian meal for the whole family.

[getlostsquidward]

Home for the Holidays

Lou Miller x fem!reader

Request: Reader and the rest of the gang team up to surprise Lou on Christmas after reader was away due to work for a few months. Fluffy! :D

A/N: this isnt christmassy as i would've wanted it, maybe bc i wasnt feeling it lmao and idk if this is fluffy enough 😭 but I hope you like it!!!

“Why don’t we just order some take-out?” Constance asked before stuffing her mouth with a burger.

“We’ve been feeding off of take-outs since forever, Connie. Don’t you want some real food in your stomach?” Nine-ball gave Constance her infamous side-eye, which made the woman put her hands up in retreat. She doesn’t win much against the hacker’s retorts.

Meanwhile, Rose helps Debbie put decorations in the Christmas tree as per your request. They hadn’t told Lou it was you who asked for it, they just let Lou wake up with Christmas decorations around the loft.

Lou watched the women roam around the loft from upstairs. Her arms were propped on the banisters, her tongue poking the insides of her cheeks as she zones out.

The loft hadn’t got this homely vibe since the gang – and you, have hung around often. It was weird at first but the feeling was welcome. The only thing missing right now is you.

Lou misses you so much.

She won’t say it out loud, but the women could tell because of her drastic mood changes a month after your work had required you to stay at a different location for six months. It was out of character for her, but you two haven’t been away for this long. How long has it been anyway?

Tammy had finished putting the lasagna in the oven. Looking up, she saw the Aussie lost in her thoughts and went up to her. She knows exactly what was going on in her mind.

“Hey, why don’t you pick up some items for me?” Tammy took the list from her pocket and handed it to Lou, “So you don’t ruin the mood. It’s very festive downstairs and then I see you here sulking.”

Lou groaned, taking the paper from the other blonde. “This is all alcohol. Why don’t we just go to the club after?”

Tammy looked so surprised at the question. “Uh- uhm wait. Let me ask them quick,” she scurried downstairs, going to where Debbie is. Tammy could have just shouted from where they are, why did they have to whisper? It’s like they don’t want Lou to hear what they were talking about.

Both women looked up to Lou. She raised an eyebrow at them, thinking what these nerds are up to. It took a while before they finished talking, as Debbie had to go outside to make some phone calls.

Lou is somehow irked out by the unusual behavior of her two friends, so she goes down to pry on whatever is going on. She was about to speak when the brunette walked in. “Club after dinner?” Debbie confirmed before going back to her previous activity.

–

The dinner went by, and they were prepping up to go to Lou’s club. While they were eating, she couldn’t help but miss you more. Lasagna was your favorite, and she could almost hear and see you dancing around the kitchen while making it. It also doesn’t help that you hadn’t made contact all day. Maybe the vodka could help.

–

You were just about to collect your luggage when your phone ringed. “Hey, Debs. What’s up?”

“Is it okay if we go to the club instead? Lou’s getting kinda suspicious, and well. You know how she gets.”

“No problem. I’ll just drop my things in the loft then go right ahead.”

“Great! See you later?”

“I’ll see you. Thanks, Debbie.”

You have been planning this for a week now. It isn’t much, just your hastily planned surprise appearance as your schedule had allowed you to be back a week earlier. Lou doesn’t have any idea that you’ll be back home today. The gang had helped to keep Lou busy, and all she knows is you’ll be back a day before New Year’s.

Change of plans.

–

Tammy, Debbie, Lou, and Nine-ball helped themselves for a drink first, while Constance and Rose have gone to mingle along with sweaty bodies on the dance floor.

Your girlfriend, the ever-generous club owner has placed herself behind the bar. She had served the women their drinks and done even the mundane wiping of glasses just to keep her mind off of you.

The three had engaged in a conversation, sometimes Lou chimes in but she can’t help but look at the entrance from time to time, imagining you would walk in. The door opened.

“Amita! Hey, girl!”

For such a small woman, Lou wonders how Constance's voice would always stand up in the crowd.

She sighed, slightly disappointed. Why does she keep waiting for you to turn up when you were on the other side of the world?

Lou’s head whipped at the door’s direction once again. And just like earlier, she had just disappointed herself even more.

The fashionably late Daphne went straight at the bar, kissing the ladies in the cheeks. “Hi, so sorry I’m late. We had to reshoot some scenes.”

Just as the actress sat down, Lou had already slid a drink in her front. “Oh, right. There’s someone looking for you, Lou.

“Who?”

“I think her name is April?” Daphne answered, shrugging.

What could April want this time? She thought they had left early. Lou excused herself and tried to find the girl in the sea of swaying bodies. However, she didn’t need to try too hard as April found her first.

“Hi, boss. I thought I saw you at the bar when you arrived with your friends,” April semi-yelled, so Lou can hear her above the music.

“Yeah, I was.”

“Then I thought you’d left because I heard your bike revving, but they said you never left. Just want to let you know.”

Somebody called April away, making it her cue to leave. Lou panicked and went off to where her bike was supposed to be parked. It wasn’t there.

The blonde cursed under her breath as she roams around to find it. There were bikes parked across the lot, but it wasn’t hers. She need not look closely, she’ll know hers from a mile away.

And there it was, along with whoever had the guts to steal her bike. Lou tries to make out their face under the streetlamp but they were wearing a helmet. She walked toward them, fuming.

When Lou was near enough, the bike thief spoke. “Took you long enough.”

Removing the helmet, you were mumbling about how bikers do not feel suffocated in the protective gear. Then you turned to your girlfriend with a sly grin, but she wipes it off as she pulled you for a kiss. It was a hungry and breathtaking one, Lou literally taking your breath away and making your knees buckle.

“Well, that’s a nice welcome home and a Christmas present. Do it again?” breathlessly, you asked.

Lou obliges, this time the kiss was much slower, more intimate. You feel her smile against your lips and you smiled in return.

Your lips part, pressing your forehead onto hers.

“Don’t ever leave me that long again.”

“Never.”

[masonmontz]

hello :) it’s been a while, uh? i just wrote that this morning bc i’m working on some big fics and i still haven’t finished them

smut (blowjob) word count: 1,6k

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“I'm exhausted, I wish I could sleep in our bed in Manchester right now” Mason grumbled as he turned off the car in front of his parents' house.

“Tomorrow we'll go back, dear, and you know your mother will be happy with you here” You spoke and leaned towards Mason to kiss him, bringing your hand to his neck to hold him against you.

Mason was doing a lot of things during the day while he was in London, he had meetings with some brands in the morning, lunch with Declan, in the afternoon he had a photo shoot and now he still has dinner at Debbie's house. Even speaking has become a difficult task, because it requires a lot of effort.

Mason moaned as you kissed his neck and you smiled, then realized that it was one of those days that Mason would be completely surrendered to you.

“Please, let's go in or we'll have to leave” he said.

Debbie opened the door smiling, hugging Mason for almost a minute while telling him how handsome he was and that she had missed him. Even as an adult, Mason is still the baby of the family and it is hilarious.

“Y/N, I missed you too sweetheart. Wow, you are so beautiful” you smiled as you hugged her, ‘cause Debbie was just as special and important to you as the rest of Mason's family.

“We missed you too, Mason and I were alone in that huge city.”

Everyone was already there, Lewis and his boyfriend, Jaz with the children, and as always only Stacey was not present because she was on the other side of the world.

Mason was quickly sitting on the floor coloring with Summer and Mila, who was now able to say a few words and communicate. Summer played an excellent big sister.

Debbie had prepared lasagna for dinner and soon you were all eating, Mason sat in the last place at the table against the wall and you sat next to him, and he stayed away cause he was tired and didn't want to talk too much during dinner.

“Y/n, do you already know if you'll be able to travel with us next month?” Jaz asked, because it was her birthday and she was organizing a girls' trip, and even Stacey was coming.

“Yes, I'm looking forward to getting to know Spain.” Mason was quiet beside you and you looked at him, and he just gave you a tired smile.

You placed your hand on his leg, stroking it lightly, a way to comfort Mason, just like he did with you.

“Oh, I think we're going to see some beautiful beaches, I'm really excited. I'm also excited for Sam to take care of the girls on his own.”

Jaz looked at her husband who shrugged, still a little scared about taking care of Summer and Mila alone.

You still had your hand on Mason's leg, and when you realized, Mason took his hand under the table and pulled your hand towards his crotch slowly. You were taking a sip of wine and almost drowned, but you tried to hide it.

Mason was tired, but you didn't know he was so needy after an exhausting day. You slowly slid your hand down his cock, trying not to let anyone notice, and Mason leaned against the table, taking advantage of the fact that no one was talking to him.

Mason was getting hard, so you quickly took your hand away from him and volunteered to help Debbie clear the table. Mason sighed, sitting for a few more minutes after Tony called him into the living room for them to talk.

“Mom, I'm going to lie down for a bit, I'm tired and I'm not feeling well” he said and Debbie agreed, so Mason quickly left the kitchen so no one would see anything.

Fifteen minutes later you told Debbie that you were going to check on Mason to see if everything was okay, so you quickly walked upstairs to the last room in the hallway which is Mason's old room.

You walked in and Mason was lying on his stomach, you closed the door without locking it and approached him, who opened his eyes and looked at you.

“You good, babe?” You asked and sat on the edge of the bed, then Mason turned around and you almost whistled when you saw the bulge in his pants. “Wow, you pervert, your whole family is here.”

“I've tried thinking of the weirdest things possible and it just hurts more” he complained, bringing his hand to his own cock and stroking it through the fabric. Poor boy, so needy and hard.

You licked your lips as you watched Mason trying to relieve himself, feeling your own body heat up as you realized how sore he must be and how much he needed relief.

“Do you want help, dear?” You asked and brought your hand to Mason's, stroking his cock along with his hand that began to make quick movements because he desperately wanted to cum.

“Please” Mason groaned, and then he opened the button and zipper of his pants, and you managed to put your hand inside to feel his cock, hard as a rock. “I'm so hard and I don't have the strength to fuck you today, love.”

“Shh, I'll take care of you.”

You knelt on the floor and Mason sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed as you pulled his pants and underwear down, but didn't take them off. He didn't even bother to take off the white shirt he was wearing.

Your mouth watered when you saw his pink cock dripping, with the veins pulsing. It was truly a sight that would keep anyone awake at night.

Mason brought his hand back down to his cock and jerked off hard, and you just pulled away quickly to tie your hair into a messy ponytail before pushing his hand away.

“Let me do this” you whispered and Mason closed his eyes, supporting himself on the bed with his elbows while you contoured his cock with your hands and moved it up and down slowly. “So needy, baby.”

“Please I need to cum, Y/n” he whispered in despair, his breathing quickening.

You brought your mouth close to his cock and licked it from the base to the top. Mason threw his head back, biting his lips to keep from moaning.

His cock throbbed once more and you finally took it into your mouth, and then used one hand to push Mason back against the mattress so he could just relax.

You made quick movements with your mouth and used your hand to masturbate what didn't fit in your mouth, and in a few seconds Mason was already restless and desperate.

“Oh… Oh my God.”

Mason lifted his head to look at you once more, and your gaze met his for a few seconds before he closed his eyes again and let his head fall back onto the mattress. Mason wouldn't last long and you knew it, which was great because someone could arrive at any moment.

You made quick movements with your mouth and sometimes you just left licks all over the length, blew on the wet tip or licked his balls, which was when Mason moaned against his own arm so as not to make noise.

“Good?” you asked and Mason just moaned in response, then when he started pressing his hips up you knew he was going to cum, because his movements became desperate.

“Please, Y/N, I’m going to cum” he put his hand over his mouth to keep from moaning, and then you brought your hand down to the base of his cock again and made quick movements. Mason contracted his abdomen and you felt his cock throb in your mouth before feeling the liquid hit your throat.

You took his cock out of your mouth but didn't stop your movements as Mason came, and he came a little in your mouth and a little on his belly when he pulled his shirt back so it wouldn't get dirty.

Mason was breathing heavily as he was still cumming, and you didn't think he had cum this much in all the times you had sex.

“Feeling better?” You asked and got up, throwing yourself next to him on the bed, his eyes closed and a small smile on his face.

“Thank you for helping me, love” he mumbled and you ran your fingers over his stomach, feeling him squirm, then you took the fingers with his cum to your mouth and then leaned in to kiss him.

“You don't have the strength to fuck me but I hope you have the strength for me to sit on your face because I'm so horny right now I feel like I'm going to explode.”

“We can do that when we get to my flat.”

You helped Mason clean himself with a wet wipe that was in the room, probably because of the kids, and he quickly put his clothes back on and continued lying down. You sat next to him and leaned in to kiss him once more.

“Y/n? Mason?” your eyes widened when you heard Debbie call you and open the bedroom door that you forgot to lock when you entered. “Hey, are you feeling better darling?”

“Yes mom, I'm better. Y/N and I are going down soon” he replied as you avoided looking at Debbie out of embarrassment.

She nodded and closed the door again, and you and Mason looked at each other and started laughing when you realized anyone could have walked in.

“Oh my God, that was close” you said and Mason agreed, laughing with you.

“Imagine if she had come sooner, we would be screwed.”

“Shall we go?”

“Yes honey, we still have a session for you to sit on my face at home.”

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Promt idea? After they get out of prison Ian thinks he might be going into a depressive episode so he’s suuuper clingy to Mickey all day. A million bonus points if Mickey calls him a pet name in front of the Gallaghers.

"So what was prison like? Did you shank anyone?"

Mickey looked up at Carl who had asked the question, they were having a family dinner for once now that all the Mexicans had left and now that everyone else was chilling out. Fiona wasn't here anymore and Mickey found him oddly missing the eldest Gallagher.

Carl was grinning looking between Ian and Mickey expectantly waiting for an answer.

"Chester." Ian mumbled stabbing his lasagna with his fork.

"You shanked someone? You Mr. I-want-to-save-even-the-smallest-life-don't-hurt-the-spider-Gallagher?" Lip asked turning to Ian with a teasing grin.

"Didn't say I killed him." Ian muttered half rolling his eyes.

Mickey's eyebrows raised up at Ian's tone, then he looked over at Lip whose own brows furrowed.

As if he could feel their looks Ian scraped his chair back and rose, "bathroom." he muttered walking away from the table.

Carl looked at Mickey.

"We both shanked Chester, thought it would give us some solitary confinement, a little break away from each other. But Chester was just an old fuck who didn't want to get released."

Liam shook his head, "Why wouldn't he want to get released?"

Lip shrugged, "Some people are in prison so long they don't know how to live once they're out."

Mickey looked towards the stairs seeing Ian lingering at the bottom a moment before going up them.

He wordlessly slid his chair back and headed to Ian silently following as he climbed the stairs to the bathroom.

Mickey waited outside the bathroom door and he heard Ian washing his hands.

Mickey knocked gently on the door waiting until he heard Ian's "Hmm" that he opened it.

Ian had the medicine cabinet opened and he was looking through the med bottles.

"Doin okay?" Mickey asked leaning against the doorframe watching him.

"Just feelin... off, been needing a refill but haven't been able to get it yet and today it's all just," Ian mumbled waving his hand around his head.

Mickey's eyebrows rose on his forehead, Ian turned and placed his forehead against Mickey's shoulder.

Mickey didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around the tall redhead who held his heart, one hand weaving through Ian's hair.

"You wanna call it a night?" Mickey murmured gently.

"No I, we haven't had a real family dinner in so long, I wanna try and tough it out." Ian reasoned.

Mickey studied Ian's face, "If you feel like you need to take a minute, or even if you need to leave we'll go to the room."

Ian nodded and followed as Mickey led them back to the table.

When they sat back down Ian tried to be as into the conversation as he could, but under the table he kept reaching for Mickey.

"Ian? Did you hear Tami?" Debbie asked.

Ian blinked which told Mickey that he didn't hear Tami, and that he was a million miles away.

"Honeyface," Mickey murmured softly not paying attention when everyone at the table but Ian turned to gape at him.

Ian turned and rested his head on Mickey's shoulder, Mickey silently brought his hand up and cupped Ian's face, "let's go upstairs." Mickey hummed.

Ian nodded and sat up scooting his chair back not bothering to speak to his siblings as he headed out of the room.

"Thanks for dinner guys, sorry we gotta cut out. We're goin to go to the room. Please don't bug Ian." He asked giving a sweeping look to everyone at the table.

Everyone met him with a nod.

"Sure thing honeyface." Lip said smugly.

Mickey threw his middle finger up at the eldest Gallagher brother as he walked out of the room and up the stairs following Ian to their room.

Since Lip and Tami and the baby were in the RV they claimed the free room, which they definitely needed from time to time.

Ian was already lying in the bed, curled up on his side facing the wall.

Mickey slid into the bed and wrapped his arms around him, Ian rolled over and buried his face into Mickey's chest, breathing him in until he was lulled to sleep.

[sickness-health-all-that-shit]

Family dinner

(originally written as part of this prompt challenge)

“Hey, hey, hey, we’re here!” Ian announces as he and Mickey enter the Gallagher house.

“Good, we were about to go ahead and start without you fuckers,” Lip says with a smirk.

“Ah, but you couldn’t have finished the meal in style without us. We brought dessert.” Ian grins, lifting up the pie in his hands.

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“Nice.” Lip looks at it appreciatively, making grabby hands. “Give it here.”

Ian hands it to him and goes to get a pop out of the fridge.

“Hey, what’s up? Business still going good?” Carl asks, moving around the table and patting Mickey on the back.

“Yeah, man. Fuckin’ rakin’ it in these days,” Mickey says, grinning and patting Carl’s back, hard, a couple of times in return.

“Well, hurry up everybody, take a seat! While everything’s still warm,” says Debbie, carrying a dish of lasagna in her hands.

“Yes, ma’am,” mocks Carl, giving her a salute, and getting smacked upside the head as soon as she deposits the lasagna on the table.

“Franny, go wash up and then come eat with us! You can finish your drawings later!”

“Okay, mommy!” Franny crosses the kitchen in a whirlwind, narrowly avoiding Liam, who’s just coming down the stairs.

“Hey, guys, what’s up?” he asks Ian and Mickey, who he hasn’t seen in a couple of days.

“We’re good.” Ian nods. “How ‘bout you? You doing okay with your new classes?”

Liam shrugs. “Yeah, they’re alright. I’m liking math a lot, actually.”

“Cool. You know, Mickey’s a bit of a math whiz, too.”

“Am fuckin’ not,” Mickey grumbles, momentarily distracted away from his plate of steaming lasagna.

Lip grins from his seat, but is otherwise too busy trying to feed Freddie to pay much attention to their conversation.

“Yes, you are. You’re always doing math in your head.”

“Pfft, that’s nothing, man. You’re the real nerd out the two of us, with, like...those long-ass words you use and shit.”

Ian chuckles. “Is this because I said you were ‘overcompensating��� the other day?”

“Whatever.” Mickey just shrugs and gets back to his food.

Debbie finishes plating the lasagna for Franny and can finally sit down to eat some herself. “Hey. Has anyone heard from Fiona this week?”

“I did,” says Lip, finishing chewing. He swallows. “Facetimed me the other day, wanted to see Freddie.” He looks up to make eye contact with Debbie. “She’s good. She’s thinking of getting herself a dog, apparently.”

“Nice,” Carl says. “Maybe she can bring it the next time she comes to visit.”

“Yay! Aunt Fiona’s bringing us a doggy to play with!”

“We don’t know that, sweetie. Let’s see if Aunt Fiona decides to actually get one first, okay?” Debbie smiles at her daughter, who pouts for a moment.

Carl tries to cheer her up. “Hey, Fran. If you want, tomorrow I can take you to the dog park. You can run around with the doggies, and maybe meet some kids your age.”

Franny beams, and Carl winks at her, smiling.

“Didn’t you end up scoring two ladies’ numbers the last time you went there with Franny?” asks Debbie, smirking and raising her eyebrows at her little brother.

Carl shrugs. “Never said there wasn’t something for me in it, too.” He grins.

“When is the next time Fiona’s gonna visit, anyway?” pipes up Ian. He’s been missing her a lot lately.

“Think she said she might be free sometime next month for a visit,” Lip informs him, and Ian nods, looking back down at his plate.

“Aww, can’t wait for her to call you ‘Sweetface’ again in person?” Mickey teases his husband.

Ian levels him with an unimpressed look, then turns to find confused expressions on everybody’s faces.

He sighs. “Mickey’s just been insufferable since he found out Fiona still calls me that.”

Mickey chuckles low, fondly. “You’re such a mama’s boy, man.”

Ian shrugs. He can’t argue with that–and doesn’t want to, frankly. He’s proud to think of Fiona as his mom, and he loves her and misses her like crazy.

Liam’s small voice distracts him from his thoughts. “I miss her, too.”

Ian smiles a little sadly at him. He knows Fiona was a mom to Liam more than to anyone else. Ian reaches out and ruffles Liam’s hair a bit, his little brother swatting his hands away in protest. He’s laughing, though. So for Ian it’s mission accomplished.

Mickey also senses that a change in topic is needed, which is why he settles for fucking with Lip a little–his favorite past time at these dinners. “So Phillip, where’s your better half tonight? Heard you pissed her off royally the other day.” He smirks.

Lip lifts his eyebrows. “Oh, you heard, huh?” He pauses, shrugs. “Nah, we’re cool. Though I did have to volunteer to take Freddie while she’s out with her girlfriends tonight.”

Mickey chuckles. “Sounds about right.”

“So, is it true you guys and Sandy have a groupchat where all you do is talk shit about Gallaghers?”

Mickey snorts. “‘S not all we do, but–mostly, yeah.”

Lip looks at Ian, who’s gone all shifty-eyed. “Did you know about this?”

Ian opens his mouth, but Mickey beats him to it. “Please, he can’t wait to read that shit as soon as I get a new message.”

“Mick!”

“What…” Mickey looks at his husband with the most innocent expression he can muster.

“Aw, Mickey, so you let him read that chat? Don’t you wanna talk shit about him, too, without him knowing about it?” asks Debbie.

Mickey shrugs, getting a bit red in the cheeks. “We don’t keep secrets from each other.”

Ian’s face erupts in a huge grin as he goes to grab Mickey’s head to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Aww… Mickey!”

“Alright, alright, calm down, Sappy.” Mickey is full-on blushing by now. “I just meant I don’t need to talk shit behind your back, ‘cause I ain’t got no problem bitchin’ to you right to your face.”

Ian looks at him fondly, still stroking Mickey’s cheek with his thumb. “Uh-huh.”

Mickey rolls his eyes, but smiles back at him.

While this is going on, Lip has got up from the table to retrieve the pie, and is now carrying it back from the counter, much to the delight of everyone present, the children especially.

Franny is demanding the first piece, Freddie simply claps his little hands together in excitement, and Liam eyes the pie hungrily but waits politely to be served after the younger kids get their share.

Ian and Mickey, though, are not thinking about the pie right now. They’re in a world of their own, lost in each other’s eyes and each other’s love.

As much as they enjoy the chaotic, excited energy of Gallagher family dinners, they can’t wait to get back to their home.

Where it’s just the two of them.

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thanks to @shameless-notashamed for reading this over!