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simp-ly-writes · 30 days ago

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Love and Zombies (pt.2)

─────── · · A Smosh FanFic

Pairing: Spencer "Brody" Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Your's and Spencers journey continues, what new characters will you meet, what secrets will be uncovered, and in the end, was it all just an act? Or was something really there?

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, enemies to lovers, protectiveness, jealousy, angst, tension, fluff, light swearing, mutual pining, confessions, friends to lovers, cheesy, social media au (near the end).

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 3,431 | PART ONE

─ · · A/N: Happy Thanksgiving Long Weekend to all my fellow Canadians out there!! Please stay safe and have a relaxing time 🫶 (y/c/n) = your characters name.

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Rushing towards the kitchen you waved hello to Ian and Anthony quickly before standing in line for a cup of coffee, staring at your phone as you checked your messages a tap on your shoulder had you looking up to see Spencer, with multiple coffee's in hand.

"Pour Moi?" you joked in a poor French accent, raising a brow. "Qui, c'est pour toi," Spencer replied in equally broken French, handing you the coffee before moving to an open table with your stocked plates. "How are you finding things in front of camera?" Spencer asked after swallowing down a bite as you held up your hand to swallow and replied, "Its... different." Struggling to find the right expression.

"Like I mean, it's fun but i'm nervous people won't like me in the video whenever this'll come out. My character kinda is... well a bit naïve in some ways and what if they-"

Spencer reached over the table, grabbing your hand as your sentence gradually slowed to a halt. "I think people are going to love your character and not to brag or anything but our dynamic? perfect concept and execution and something they have not really seen a lot of before. And hell, if they hate it then they hate it but you are having fun right?"

"Yes, a load of fun actually," you smile, nodding your head along to his words, your heart having yet to slow as he gives your hand once last squeeze, "good, that's all that matters," before letting go.

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Back in front of the cameras and bright lights, you turned surprised to see Shayne sitting back across from you as you took to your seats. "And here I was thinking you were dead as dust?" you commented with a sarcastic tone, squinting your eyes as you examined Shaynes outfit yet finding no clues.

"Save it for when the cameras start rolling, I have something good planned," he replies before going to find Courtney so that the shoot can start. "Cast to positions," Alex calls from behind a monitor, observing the various camera angels for any faults before counting you all in for an introduction that Spencer takes.

"Hello and welcome back to Smosh Dread or Smosh Verses Zombies, I don't know what title we are calling this just yet. And here I am joined by both some familiar faces..." his arm drapes across the back of your chair with a smug expression and you can't help but stare at the reflection in his glasses and the freckles underneath his eye- "and a new one as well it seems..."

"Whassap???" Shayne strains his voice, it cracking yet sounding like he is higher than any plane in the sky. "My names Ronnie and I-ah, I don't actually remember why the fuck i'm here but this is chill, i guess-"

"We almost got mauled by zombies and took you off the side of the street just in time and all you have to say about this all is that its chill?" Courtney asks, tone raising to an accusatory one as she places her hands on her hips, eyebrows furrowed. "Uhhh, well... yeahhh, I guess?"

"You guess?"

"Yeah... I gue-"

"Alrightly!" you clap your hands bringing everyones eyes to you, "I say we keep heading towards the bay, thats were they are housing the cure and everyone else thats safe... right?" You look into everyones eyes at the table before holding Spencer- Brody's gaze.

"Sounds right to me babe, now lets get our asses back into the truck and make a move," Spencer rallies, sending you a wink that has your cheeks warming, your hands rushing to cover them in time as his hand falls to your shoulder, rubbing small circles of encouragement for you to show your face once again. "Wait... what direction are we heading in again, babe?"

And all romance was lost once more, shooting your head up to glare at your... boyfriend? Are we canonically dating now, or? You shake your head to get rid of the thoughts, already forgetting the context of the situation you are in as Brody groans beside you. "I'm just double checking, sheesh. No need to get all moody on me-"

"You like me when I'm moody, it's why we got together in the first place," you retort with a bite, you both seemingly have forgotten the other two players and Dungeon Master at the table as they all look back and fourth between one another, allowing the scene to play out in front of them live. "You're right," Brody said back, tone noticeably a lot softer and so was your gaze.

"This is like the first time you have agreed with me openly!" you announce, eyes pressing into a toothy grin watching his eyes roll and cheeks paint themselves pink as well. What I wouldn't give to kiss you on the cheek right now, is all you can think to yourself, mindlessly nodding along to what George Primavera, the Dungeon Master had been saying as you sneak looks at Spencer- Brody.

And seemingly knowing what you were thinking in that exact moment, your eyes meet before Spencers are dropping to your lips with a shake of his head that has you pinching yourself.

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The game continues and so does your's and Spencers small touches that have you questioning when the acting stopped, or at least on your behalf as you allow your cheeks to consistently warm and your head to drop to his shoulder as you observed Courtney pull a brick from the tower. Your hand gripping his fore arm anxiously, his fingertips from his other hand grazing the back of your hand gently.

There is no way he is this good, right? You question to yourself, breath hitching as Spencers hand moves to interlace with your own as the tower shakes you press something up into the sleeve of Brody's shirt. "Please, be careful!" you call out, eyes blinking rapidly as you will yourself to tears.

"Zombies are banging on the door, if you do not successfully pull in the next 10 seconds Savanah, I will be counting it as an automatic loss," George announces and you choke back a sob. "Savanah, please, I believe in you!"

"Shut up babe, let her focus. She dosen't need to hear you yelling her name but you can scream-" you place your hand overtop of Brodys mouth with a glare before he kisses the inside of your hand that has you shaking the "germs" away with mock disgust.

Once Savanah had successfully pulled to all of the tables cheers you turned to Spencer as Savanah and Ronnie held their own conversation, you both trying to find the next best past forwards as the roads were completely ruined up ahead.

"I thought you were not into all the physical lovey-dovey stuff, Brody?" you teased, interlacing your fingers will fighting off a school-girl like giggle that had your company gagging obnoxiously from across the table as you both moved to flip them the bird.

"Eh, erm-" Brody struggled for words, starting to pull away from your touch, starting to feel small before you yanked him closer than before, your noses brushing up against one another. Spencers mouth proceeds to open and close like a fish out of water as you cup his cheek, enjoying the corse texture of his stubble against your palm.

"I-uh, only like it with you I guess, and only you..." Brody mumbles the end of his sentence, seemingly unsure of himself as he does his best to look anywhere but your eyes, catching your lips consistently.

"Sorry, I didn't manage that last part, what did you say about me in particular?" you push that bit forward, loving the way his glasses start to tip forwards, the perfect blend of hazel, green, and blue mixing into your own.

"Can we drop this, please?" Brody asks, feeling himself begin to sweat more as he forces his eyes closed, feeling the stares from everyone in the room including your own. "Okay," you add sweetly and in an understanding tone, dropping the questioning and his face before taking back to the game.

"I've got it!" Savanah then quickly details the rest of plan and to the Dungeon Masters approval, you all are making your way to the docks.

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Once arriving at the docks a small boat rocks back and fourth, unsteady in the rigid waters as rain splatters against your cheeks, the slight acidity of the water burning your skin as you press the neckline of your jacket closer to your face. Spencer moves his baseball cap to your head as you smile in thanks before taking his hand and guiding yourself onto the abandoned boat.

"We sure this won't sink?" you question, knees suddenly feeling weak as Brody fixes his hair out of his face and the boat starts to rock more violently against the dock, water splashing up and inside.

"That's why we have you going on first-"

"Oh wow, thanks honey, really feeling the love right now," you say back, not bothering to tone down your irritation as Brody steps in sitting across from you and by one of the paddles, Samantha beside him taking the other and Ronnie joining you by your side.

"Look, she's-a-holdin'" Ronnie comments, tipping up a fictional drink to Spencer before calling out random commands. "Mush, mush, brush, brush, uh? push push- wait not. ROW motherfuckers ROW!" Ronnie begins to stand with newfound enthusiasm before you are reaching over the table and pressing his shoulders down and back into his seat.

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A few life or death experiences later as Brody solved them all with you a step protectively behind him and the new shotgun he discovered. The pursuit to the base was easier as ever... a bit too easy as you typed in the code you found within Benardos pockets and viola!

The doors steamed and hissed opened before slamming with a heavy roar behind your small group. The lights then appeared on with every step you took, the past off just a second later. There was a faint humming that you couldn't pin point as the seemingly endless hallway of grey concrete walls, floors, and ceilings made the perception of time nearly impossible if it not for Ronnie complaining about having the munchies every five minutes.

"I think this is where we need..." your sentence came to falling halt. The boulder of momentum you all had been forcing up this stories hill now coming crashing down and chasing back after you. Its engagement only in a moments matter of time and it was ever approach as a figure emerged from the dark expanse of the room, a singular toarch they carried a glock in the other as the metal came in between your eyes. The features of this person coming into light and... your stomache dropped, you heard the safety of someones gun flick off and the sound of a pin could drop in that moment.

"You're dead, was all you could formulate to say..." an overwhelming feeling of nauseau tore its way through your system with vengence. "Then I wouldn't be here right? Just like you wouldn't be, is that not right? As you can see I am perfectly alive, child of mine. Now what friends have you brought to me today-"

"No." you put down your foot even when still at the barrels end, the smirk they sent, pushing your forehead to have you staggering back and into the awaiting arms of Brody behind you before being pulled back by the lapels of your jacket with great force. "No?" they mock.

"No?" they say as a state rather than a question. "No?" they chuckle to your horror. And "No." you confirm.

"You do know regardless if they make it out of here or not, they all will hate you in some degree by the end of this, child. They do not understand the cure that is us as you are undeserving of anyones love but my own-"

"You disgust me, father/mother," you bite back, hands shaking as a thousand memories come back to you being strapped to various informal medical technologies. Your skin bruised by the needles of a thousand experiments, some faulting to the plague you all knew todays as the zombies and yet you managed to healthy take the dose, take in the ability to evolve.

The idea that got forced down not spewing up new red hot tears from the corners of your eyes. "And you are to disgust them, do you know, companions of my child that your friend... or I see lover that they are exhibit A, the core and centre to all this destruction? And isn't it glorious, through a singular serum- nobody shall every become someone like us if we do not choose to, impenetrable to any human disease, sickness, or... death. The world shall rot at our feet so that we can rebuild it a better new!"

You refuse to look back on what you assume to be eyes of disgust landing on you as you fall to your knees, sobbing at your parents feet. The gun stays at your head, caressing the hair from out of your face as you wince at the cold metal greeting your features. BANG BANG

The bullets echo across the man-made landscape and disappear. You hear a groan and a stumble before metal is pressed to your forehead again, "nice try, but you seemed to have already forgotten my speech and have so rudely interrupted. You see, to end this all, YES! the cruelest trick of them all, you must kill us both at the same time. How joyous is that! And now you all must decide, its either you take us both, or I take all of you... its up to you~" your parent cackles as Brody grunts out in displeasure, barrels ready to shoot once more at your parental figure before Savanah is pulling him back once more.

"there has to be another way-" Savanah begins to ramble and rattle off an endless stream of ideas that are met with no answers or explanations.

"there is no other way..." you announce, eyes still kept to your ground yet head tilting to your left side praying they catch on. "do it, please," you ask, watching as your parent grins with glee. "yes, do it!" they copy your tone with an additional theatrical performance. Brody contemplates, eyes taking in to observe your form for what could be the last time... but after all this time you both have spent together through countless arguments, play fights and near kisses. He knew they could not have all been for nothing...

serum... if only we decide... evolve... zombies... dread... and with a sharp intake of breath BANG BANG, it echos in a silent scream.

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And that scream follows you as you awaken, not a singular syllable falling from your lips before arms are being wrapped around your frame and that familiar scent of aftershave, cigerettes, and motor oil have your eyes welling up with tears of relief.

"I knew you would catch on," you manage to croak out as Spencer had yet to speak, he just holds you tightly, shaking slightly ebfore whispering in your ear, "never to that again, that was so not cool, babe." Right before Savanah and Ronnie both burst into the room. "Science fucking Rules!" Ronnie cheers as you all burst out in laughter. Savanah still looks around confused, "so like... what actually happened? I still don't get the whole picture of how we all are like alive?"

"Well, if that serum can prevent you from somehow dying... why couldn't it also bring you back to life?" Brody explains as if it were the sky being blue as you shake your head. "Well I actually pressed the serum into his sleeve before we all entered the truck again, I was planning on telling him and asking him to be my... boyfriend before all of literal hell broke lose," you end your sentence with a laugh leading into a cough as Spencer reaches down below the table, pressing a water bottle into your face as you offer him a smile in thanks.

You all sit there in the silence and protection of the bunker. Allowing yourselves to relax for the first time in what felt like forever go by. "So how're we going to solve this Zombie issue?" Savanah perks up once more to everyones shrugs.

"Well, that was the last of the serum I know of... how does space sound?" you ask in a half joking half not tone as Spencer pulls you that bit closer, his eyes holding a lightness to them you had never seen before George was outroing and the moment was broken.

"Thank you all for joining us on this epically wild adventure, and I hope you all will join us again from when Smosh Dread returns- this time to outer space! Like, Subscribe, Share this Video with your Friends and remember friends... to drink water!"

"And thats a wrap!" Alex yelled out from behind camera as everyone clapped and cheered. You shook hands with George and sent smiles to your fellow cast mates Shayne and Courtney before your gaze casted down realizing that Spencer had already left.

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When finally out of costumer, make-up, and packing up the last things at your desk for the day, you were startled to find Spencer still in the office. You both seemingly the last to leave. "Hey, do you have a moment?" Spencer asks you, waving you down as you pick up your pace and meet him by the door. "What's up?"

"I really meant that you were a good actor by the way..."

"I stopped acting a long time ago, actually," you reply, shuffling your feet and Spencer drags a hand through his hair, an awkward tension only growing as the seconds tick by into minutes and you both start speaking at once.

"You go first," Spencer says, taking a half step closer to you as you lean your face in intently, as if to tell a secret. "I really like you, Spencer more so than Brody, more so than anyone I've known."

"I like you too, more than any character you could play, more than... yeah" Spencer agrees with wide eyes, seemingly as in disbelief of this moment as you were taking your face into his hands as you wrap your arms over his shoulders, checking if one another were tangible. And with one last look, your lips fell to one another in a delicate dance, your breath hitching as your gripped the fabric of his hoodie, sighing into his moan before backing away and gasping for air.

"See you tomorrow?" you say yet it rather comes out like a question. "Would you... want to come over to my place?"

"Yes, actually."

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username01 anyone else swear that (name) and Spencer were going to kiss at the end? They must be some hella good actors for all that chemistry to be faked...

username09 OMG THAT PLOT-TWIST??? I ATE THAT SHIT UP-

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username80 Mom, look! (name) and Spencer are my new OTP! (or well, Brody and (y/c/n), I guess too.

username45 wheres the compilations when you need them?! 😭 I NEED THE EDITS PEOPLE 😭

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username07 Not jealous and Protective Spencer getting me all worked up at a Wendys 🥰

↳ username09 that is straight WILD.

username00 The soundtrack, the effects, the editing. 10/10 production from the Smosh team/crew. Need more long form content and series like this on the channel. We beg! 🙏

username23 (name) and Spencer sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G

username50 Savanah is just an underrated character imo.

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─ · · A/N: thank you all for the support once again, all these comments make me so giddy! 🥰

─ · · SPENCER AGNEW TAGLIST: @lisiliely @missflufffanfics @little-stitious-studios @thejourneyneverendsx @sibsteria @lizzylynch1

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lupeloto · 1 year ago

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everybody loves ian! they do! like i’m convinced he is fully everyone’s favorite sibling.

lip? ian is his best friend

fiona? literally only asked his advice on moving…her fav is obviously her sweetface, ian

debbie? she quite literally says that ian is her fav in s11

carl? he literally looks up to ian so much like you can’t convince me ian isn’t his fav sibling

liam? loves ian so much, helped him get mickey back, dragged frank’s ass to the wedding so he would be there for ian, got he and mickey their honeymoon car

franny? that’s her fav uncle right there!

mickey? we all know damn well he would love fucking mountains and heaven and earth and all that shit for this man!

like hello!!! he’s so lovable everyone loves him it’s true okay

#ian gallagher #everybody loves ian #shameless #gallavich #shameless headcanons #i got these pics from pinterest aren’t they cutie

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alexstalkers · 5 months ago

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Everything Has Changed- Part 1

Hello everyone, this is the first story I've ever written, and especially of the fanfic type. I am a big Shameless fan and have been rewatching lately and Carl is my favorite character. I hope you enjoy!! (Please give feedback, in a nice way) I might do a part two if people like this❤️

Backstory: Carl Gallagher is a police officer, and you are studying Psychology with a minor in Sociology at the University of Chicago. You meet at a time in your life where you don't need distractions or a relationship, but the Gallaghers are hurricanes and Carl changes your world view.

SONG INSPIRATION: Everything Has Changed- Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran (Corny, IK)

Characters: Y/N (Your Name) (black woman), Michelle (Your best friend and roommate also a black woman) Carl Gallagher, other Gallaghers (Ian, Lip, Liam) Kev, V, Mickey

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I wasn’t ready for how this day was going to go. At. All. At. Fucking. All. I was frustrated waiting in line at some check cashing place near my job, and only had 10 minutes left on my lunch break. I was impatient and my only thought was, "can these people hurry the fuck up?!" I felt like the time was deliberately speeding up as the people around me were slowing down.

I was annoyed as I finally walked up to the front counter and put my check in front of the middle-aged white lady that was smiling back at me, "Hi, how are you? May I see some ID please?", The woman’s pleasant attitude annoyed me even more as I pulled out my wallet to showcase my ID while rolling my eyes. The woman pulls down her glasses to inspect it for second and grabs the check from me. “One second”, she says with a smile while turning around. After a few minutes, she turns back around and starts to passive-aggressively count out loud my change back to me. “Eight-hundred and fifty dollars.”, she says handing me the money.

I snatch it out of her hand and turn to walk out the door as the woman smiles and waves goodbye. As I walk out of the check cashing place, I look at my phone for the time to see I have one minute left of my lunch break. “Shit! Shit, shit, fuck!”, I yell frantically running to my car that is parked across the street. As I get to my car, I see a cop about to put a ticket on the windshield. “Wait officer, I’m here! Please don’t do that, please!”

“Meter was up. Nothing I can do.”, he says with a don't care type of attitude.

“You can’t just spare me this one time? I’m already running late for work, and it won’t happen again.”, I plead.

He looks at me as I stare back with a pathetic expression on my face, eyes begging him. “Sorry about it ma’am.” He shrugs his shoulders as he places the ticket on my windshield as he turns around and walks away.

“Asshole!” I yell. He stops walking and turns his head to glare at me.

“Oh! So, you want another ticket for disrespecting an officer, ma’am?”, he shouts back at me in a pointed way.

My eyebrows shot up in a scary way as I ran into my car before he tried to ticket me again.

“Damn it!”, I exclaim as I check the time and see I have 5 minutes to get back to work and it’s a 3-minute drive to get to my job at the DoubleTree Hotel.

When I get to my job, I rush inside to the front desk where I work, and my boss has beaten me there. “Cutting it close, Y/N. Do you nap on your breaks? I don’t have time to wait for you.” My boss isn’t a tyrant, but he is strict and more so than usual because his wife is pregnant and almost due, so he’s been stressed about that.

“Sorry Brandon, won’t happen again.” I apologized while going behind the front desk. “Did that high school that booked verify their reservation?” I ask while looking on the computer to check the most recent guests that checked in and out.

“No, they didn’t and they’re coming in three days.” Brandon says walking into his office. I sigh as I start trying to get in touch with the school staff for the reservation. This is going to be a long night.

When I get back to my apartment that I share with my best friend at around 6 pm, I am finally ready to settle down, relax from this long day and take a nice bath, but Michelle comes running over to me. “Can you zip this up for me, please?”, she asks turning around in a black corset mini dress.

“Okkkk, you look cute friend!” I hype her up while I zip up the dress, “but where are you going?”, I ask.

“You mean us because you’re coming with me. I met this guy a couple of days ago and he asked me out to this new club, said I could bring a friend and he’s bringing one of his. Make it like a double date kind of thing.” She explained as she put on black high-heeled boots.

I groaned. “I’m not really feeling up to it I had a long day, I was late for work after cashing my check and the cashier was rude as shit. My boss was giving me hell and I got a ticket. Also, we have midterms coming up soon.”

“This is exactly why we need to get you out of this apartment, you’re stressing too much. You could use a little bit of fun and time to enjoy life with no work or school.”

“Finnee…” I say looking at her hesitantly as she pushes me into my room to get dressed. After I take my shower, I stand in front of my closet and pull out a taupe-colored sweater knit dress, a black mesh bodysuit, black pantyhose, black mesh designer gloves and suede leather high-heel ankle boots.

I lay out all of my clothes and start to get ready by doing makeup, hair and putting on body cream and perfume then I get on my clothes after about 30 minutes. I grab everything I need including my phone charger and wallet and leave my room to see Michelle waiting in the living room watching ‘The Kardashians’. She looks up as I come out. “You ready?”, she asks expectantly.

“Yeah girly, let’s go before I change my mind!”, I joke half-heartedly as she turns off the TV and grabs her keys to leave. “You’re driving?”

“Well, you have a ticket, remember?” She laughs as we leave and lock the apartment to go to the club.

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“What is this place called anyway?”, I ask on the way there while I play one of my Spotify playlists to help me get a little more turnt for tonight.

“Cosmo, I think”, she replies “I just know it’s somewhere on the Southside.” She shrugs.

“Why are we meeting some random ass guys on the Southside of Chicago?!”, I questioned. What type of horror movie shit did she get me into? “What the fuck do I look like going to the Southside and possibly getting murdered?”

She sighs, “I’ve already met one of the guys and have been talking to him for a couple of days like I told you and he’s a cop and so is his friend. He also showed me a picture of his friend so we’re not going into this blind.” She explains.

I give her an annoyed look, “Whatever, I’m only doing this for you. But if this gets weird, I’m taking my ass home.”, I explain. She nods with a smirk on her face as I roll my eyes. When we finally got to the club, Michelle followed the parking sign that leads to a small parking entrance next to the building that has a flickering neon sign that reads "Cosmo” and people lined up to get inside already.

“Damn this is shitty. And there’s a line already. Come on, let’s hurry up and retouch our makeup before we go inside to meet the guys. I also want to show you a picture of my dates friend.”, Michelle explains excitedly as she starts to fix her lipstick.

After we get done fixing ourselves up, we get out of the car and walk up to the line where we see people standing around the entrance, talking eagerly while waiting to get inside. It’s a little chilly outside and Michelle didn't bring a jacket, so she stands closer to me for body heat as we join the bustling line.

Michelle looks at me nervously as I breathe out a breath of cold air. She pulls out her phone. “So, the guy that I’m meeting up with tonight is named Carl and like I said before he’s a cop and so is the friend he’s bringing for you. His friend's name is Michael. Here’s a picture that he sent me of him.”, she explained pulling up a picture of the Michael guy from her text messages. “What do you think?”

I look at the picture for a minute and take in his olive skin, tattoos, and brown eyes. He’s attractive. “Yeah, he’s cute.”, I shrug off an oncoming smile that I know she can see by her smirk as she looks back down at her phone probably texting my approval to her date. “I just can’t wait to get inside, it’s cold as shit out here.”, I complain to change the topic as we inch closer to the entrance. “So, are they inside already or are they on their way?", I ask Michelle about the whereabouts of our dates.

We inched even closer to the entrance. “I texted Carl and he said they’re meeting us here from his house, but that he doesn’t live far.”, she answered rubbing her hands together trying to warm herself up. As I was about to offer her my gloves we reached the entrance of the club. “Yay, finally!”, she groaned happily as she steps to the entrance nervously, but a giant man with a stern expression is standing there blocking it off with his arms crossed.

“ID, please.”, the bouncer demands. Although he says ‘please’, it’s filled with authority and he’s not someone to mess with, so we go in our bags for our IDs immediately but get interrupted by a voice from behind.

“Michelle, is that you?” We both turn around and see two guys, one is who Michelle showed me a picture of a few minutes earlier, he’s put together and wearing a nicely ironed shirt and jeans. The other guy who called Michelle’s name is more rugged looking, his hair is dark and messed up, he has sharp hazel eyes and a series of scars around his face. He’s wearing a random band t-shirt and a leather jacket and looks like he just rolled out of bed and put it on.

“It’s ok, they’re with us,” he says to the bouncer as he and Michael flash their badges at him. Michelle and I glance at each other with impressed looks on our faces as the bouncer opens the rope and lets us in.

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We step into the dingy-looking club and the pulsating beat of the music automatically fills the air bringing up the vibe and has Michelle and Carl out on the dance floor already. “Would you like a drink?”, Michael asks me over the Nicki Minaj remix blasting through the speakers.

“Yes please, thank you! I’m going to go find seats!”, I answer back as he nods and walks over to the bar. I squint my eyes over the flashing lights as I walk over to the seating area of the club with dimmer lighting and worn-out leather couches, chairs and tables in private sections. As I approach the seating area, the faint smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke creeps up my nose as I walk around looking for an empty section. I finally found one in a secluded corner near the bathrooms and saw Michael looking for me with our drinks in his hands, so I gestured him over to our section.

“I just got you a vodka and cranberry. That, ok?”, he asks as he sits down and hands me my drink. I nod and take a sip before putting it on the table. "What do you study at the University of Chicago?" Michael asks, leaning back casually and taking a sip from his own drink.

"I’m majoring in psychology, with a minor in sociology," I respond, relaxing into the worn-out leather couch. "It’s a lot of work, but I love it. What about you? How long have you been a cop?"

"About three years now," he replies. "Carl and I actually met at the academy. He’s a good guy, though sometimes a little too eager to throw himself into danger."

"Sounds like Carl," I say with a small laugh, glancing over at the dance floor where Carl and Michelle are tearing it up. "Michelle told me he’s a bit of a wild card."

"That’s one way to put it," Michael agrees with a chuckle. "But he’s got a good heart. We both do this job because we want to make a difference, you know?"

"Yeah, I get that," I say, nodding. "It’s just... sometimes I wonder if the system is too broken to fix."

Michael looks at me thoughtfully. "You sound like someone who’s seen a lot for your age."

I shrug. "Maybe."

"Okay..." he says, raising his eyebrow and taking another sip of his drink. "So, what do you do for fun when you’re not buried in books or dealing with rude cashiers?"

I laugh, feeling the tension of the day slowly melting away. "Honestly, not much lately. Between school and work, I don’t have a lot of free time. But when I do, I like to read, watch movies, and sometimes go out dancing with Michelle."

"Sounds like you need to have more nights out like this," Michael says with a grin. "Life’s too short to spend all of it working and studying."

"Maybe you’re right," I admit, taking another sip of my drink. "So, tell me more about you. Any crazy stories from your time on the force?"

Michael’s eyes light up. "Oh, I’ve got plenty. There was this one-time Carl and I were chasing down this guy who stole a car. We’re speeding through the streets, and Carl is hanging out of the window trying to shoot out the tires. It was like something out of a movie."

"That sounds intense," I say, eyes wide. "Did you catch him?"

"Yeah, we got him," Michael says proudly. "But not before Carl ended up with a busted lip and a bruised ego."

We both laugh, the conversation flowing easily. Before I know it, an hour has passed, and I’m feeling much more relaxed and in the moment. Michelle and Carl joined us, flushed and laughing from their time on the dance floor.

"Having fun?" Michelle asks, plopping down beside me.

"Yeah, actually," I say, smiling at her. "Thanks for dragging me out tonight."

"Anytime," she says, nudging me playfully. "So, Michael, what do you think of Y/N?"

Michael looks at me, a warm smile spreading across his face. "I think she’s pretty great."

I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks and look away, trying to hide my smile. "You’re not so bad yourself."

Carl and Michelle exchange a knowing look, and I feel a sense of camaraderie growing among the four of us. Maybe tonight wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

The rest of the night passes in a blur of laughter, dancing, and good conversation. By the time we leave the club, I’m feeling lighter than I have in weeks. As we walk to the car, Michael walks beside me, his hand brushing against mine.

"I had a really great time tonight," he says softly.

"Me too," I admit. "Maybe we can do this again sometime?"

"I’d like that," he says, smiling down at me.

As we reach the car, Michelle and Carl are already inside, talking animatedly. Michael opens the door for me, and I slide in, feeling a sense of contentment I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe this was the distraction I needed. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something new.

Back at the apartment, Michelle and I collapse on the couch, exhausted but happy.

"See? Didn’t I tell you it would be fun?" she says, kicking off her boots.

"Yeah, you were right," I admit, smiling. "Thanks for dragging me out tonight."

"Anytime, girl," she says, giving me a hug. "Now get some sleep. We’ve got midterms to tackle."

"Right," I say, rolling my eyes. But as I head to my room, I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement for what’s to come. Maybe Carl and his friend had brought more than just a night of fun into my life. Maybe they’d brought a new beginning.

I fall asleep that night with a smile on my face, ready to see what the future holds.

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 1 year ago

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Chapter 6: Exclusive...Friends

Note: Hello! Once again thanks for all of the amazing support and love! Writing this story is so fun because of you all! I love seeing everyone interact with it and leave me replies and messages. I am also so glad that you guys like Charlotte! I plan to have the next chapter out tomorrow. Hope you enjoy! <3 WARNING: A little explicit? Kinda. Not really. MDNI

The woman squints her eyes in confusion, looking between Lip and the phone. “I…what?”

Lip scrubs a hand down his face, trying to calm the insecure thoughts already swirling around in his head. “Boyfriend at home?” His nerves only get worse when she doesn’t immediately respond, instead placing her phone down on his dresser tilting her head at him, offering him an innocent look. Face down. Karen used to do that shit. “Well?”

“Phillip, if I had a boyfriend I would tell you. I would’ve told you.” Charlotte says, hugging herself. Her rose petal lips pulled down into a frown, “Are you seriously mad that I answered my phone? You’re the one who told me to answer.”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know I did-”

“Stop cursing at me.”

“I’m not cursing at you-”

“Okay, so what are you cursing at? Why are you acting like this, weren’t we having a good time?” Charlotte nods her head toward the door, gesturing for Lip to pull it shut. The blond curses one more time before tugging the door closed and moving to sit on his bed, breathing a little bit better when she sits next to him. “I don’t get what I did wrong.”

The guilt washes over Lip like a wave. He’s pissed at himself for not just listening to Ian and staying downstairs while she made her call. It’s none of his damn business who she’s on the phone with. Even if he feels like it is, it’s not Charlotte’s fault he has fucking issues. “Nothing, You didn't do anything, baby, my bad. Fuck, I need a smoke.” He climbs over the bed, pushing the window open and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to the girl absently, feeling her watching his every move carefully. “Want one?”

Charlotte’s frown goes even deeper. She shrugs spitefully, flipping her hair over shoulder. “Okay. Fine. Gimme one.”

Lip looks over to her in shock, snapping out of his jealous, guilt filled haze and realizing she’d just accepted a cigarette from him. She’s staring back at him with a challenge on her face, white cigarette between her pink lips. He raises one eyebrow at her, accepting her challenge, pulling his lighter from his pocket.

The pair stare at each other for a moment, stuck in a limbo, each refusing to break. Silence is filling the room, the only sound is muffled music filtering in from downstairs and cars going by outside. Lip breaks the stalemate, unable to hold back his snicker at the fact that Charlotte is holding the wrong way. Her eyes drop to his hand, seeing how he’s holding his and she flips it, mumbling a ‘shut up’ placing it back in between her lips.

His laughter stops immediately when she snatches the lighter from him, her manicured nails struggling to try to force the stick to light. “Fuck, Charlotte-” Lip’s snatches the cigarette from her lips, snapping it in half between his fingers and tossing it outside before shoving the pack into his drawer, never grabbing one for himself. Grabbing her chin with his thumb and pointer finger, he pulls her face closer, “You don’t use those, understand me?”

“You don’t get mad at me out of nowhere, for no reason.” she pouts. “Understand me?”

“Heard.”

“Good.” She chirps, moving away from the window and laying down on her back in his bed, brightness quickly returning to her brown eyes. “Me too. Heard.”

Lip laughs again, even more of the tension that had filled his body in the last few minutes dissipates as he slips down onto the bed too, laying next to her and staring up at the ceiling. “You wanna sound like me or somethin’ now?”

“What? Why would I wanna do that? You’re full of yourself, Phillip Gallagher.” she hums.

“Yeah?” he asks, as he turns lightly to send his fingers into her sides, tickling her briefly before tugging her on top of him to straddle his hips, his hands resting on hers. He feels the room fill with the sound of her laughter, forcing his own smile to form. As their chuckles settle and Charlotte stays on top of him, resting her weight Lip thinks about how good this moment is. Her hands falling softly into his curls, fingers running through his curls, she’s looking down at him with an expression he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. He wants more of it. He loves it.

It’s not even sexual, this moment, him rubbing his thumbs along her hips where her shirt had ridden up and her pants low…okay maybe it’s a little sexual. He’s still a man and this hot girl was sitting her ass on his dick, he’s not a saint. But it wasn’t about how badly he wants to fuck her. Even though he really…really does.

Lip is more focused on how she wasn’t punishing him. He’d been an ass, no matter how fast he snapped out of it. And she didn’t storm out. She didn’t start ignoring him. She was still here. They hadn’t even talked about it, but she wasn’t withholding affection, or trying to distract him with sex. She was giving him soft touches. Charlotte is soft. It makes Lip want to be. Caresses over his jaw, and hair, a patient look, waiting for him to explain what was bothering him. It felt safe to.

“I uh…” he tries, bringing his own hand up to lightly push his knuckle into her dimple, letting out a breath when she leans into his touch. “I uh, don’t want you fuckin’ with anyone else, alright? I know we’re not really together or anything, and we’re doing your whole ‘friends’ thing but-”

“Okay.” Charlotte says softly. “I won’t. You won’t either, right?”

Blue eyes stare up into brown and a beat passes. “I won’t.”

“Yay.” she hums quietly, a gentle smile is all he gets to see before she leans down on him completely, burrowing her face into his neck, her hair tickling his skin.

Lip chuckles, turning his head and kissing her behind her ear and then again on the cheek before flipping them over so he’s on top of her, nudging her hands off of her face. “Yeah? You shy now?”

“Stop it.”

“C’mon, bunny, look at me.” he teases, leaning his forehead against hers. “‘M’sorry, I still gotta ask.”

Charlotte looks up at him, biting her bottom lip. “That was my best friend from home on the phone.”

“Yeah? She okay?”

She sweeps her thumb over his cheek. “Yeah,” she looks away. “He is.”

“Fuckin’ knew it.”

“And while I’m being honest, we used to date.” she blurts, squeezing her eyes shut.”

“Charlotte.” he all but growls, guiding her face to look back at his. “He know about me?”

“Of course, he does!”

“Yeah?” Lip asks. When the girl nods he takes another breath before nodding, wetting his lips. “Okay.”

“Glad that’s settled.” she smiles, pulling the blond down again so their lips can meet. A sweet exchange of kisses turns into a heated makeout as Lip feels along her body, fully settling down on top of her. He slowly drags her shirt up her sides as he starts kissing along her neck, the sound of her sighing in his ear.

Lip pushes their lips back together, groaning when she pushes her hips against his grabbing her thigh with the hand that isn’t gripping the fabric of her shirt, exposing her pink bra. The two of them continue to rock against each other as he goes back to her neck, sucking on the skin and dragging it between his teeth.

The music from downstairs fully stops and suddenly the only noises in the room are the old bed creaking lightly under their movements, their heavy breathes, and Charlotte’s intermittent whimpers.

“Lottie!” V’s voice calls from downstairs. “Come on, we’re leaving!”

Charlotte drags Lip back to her lips, kissing him deeply one more time, giggling when he mumbles against her mouth, ‘no no no, stay.’

“My daughter’s got 15 seconds to be down here before I come up there and kick your ass Gallagher!” Kev slurs, his voice booming through the house.

“If he wakes Liam up I’ll fuckin’ kill him.” Lip jokes, climbing off of Charlotte and adjusting himself before helping her off the bed.

She pats his cheek and then holds out her hand, letting him intertwine their fingers. “He means well. Am I,” she smiles sheepishly, “gonna see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, ‘course you are.” He grins.

“Twelve! Thirteen!”

“I’m coming!” she yells, smiling at Lip one last time before leaving the room.

Lip closes the door again, wincing when he goes to sit, looking down at his pants. “Fuck.” he grunts, grabbing his stuff to shower, pausing at the door when he hear’s Kev yell, ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS ON YOUR FUCKING NECK?!’ and deciding to just deal with his situation behind the safe, locked door of his room.

Charlotte yawns as she struggles to force herself awake, scrunching her nose up as she feels something heavy and warm on her face. “Ugh, off, have to pee.” she whines, shoving Lip’s muscled arm off of her face. The man just grumbles behind her, kicking her in her butt as she stands, chuckling lowly as she squeaks before rolling over to face the other way. “Dick.”

She rifles through his drawer before finding a pair of pajama pants she’s comfortable with stealing, pulling them on and drawing the strings tight to her waist, his shirt already drooping off of her shoulder. The girl stumbles out of the room groggily, mumbling and whining to herself about being tired, going to the bathroom and then deciding to go downstairs and help get Fiona started.

This is how she spends most of her days off recently. Either waking up in the Gallagher house or waking up with a Gallagher in her bed. It has been about 3 weeks since she and Lip had decided to be exclusive…friends. They’ve been taking things both crazily fast, and horribly slow. They talk on and off all day, spending most mornings together, and almost every night. They visit each other at work, Lip stopping by the sport’s bar whenever he can, Charlotte going to either the construction site, or the Alibi with Lip. He absolutely refuses to take her back to the college campus with him, unless college campus with him because all the guys looking at her pissed him off and frankly he was terrified of an old professor coming over and telling him what a shithead he was before he got kicked out.

But they were going slow. Maybe too slow for Charlotte, definitely too slow for Lip. Making out became more frequent for them. Her on his lap in Kev’s car, him on top of her in his bed, rolling their hips together on the couch. But Charlotte had drawn a line in the sand. Breaking away from his embrace and panting against his lips, “I only have sex when I’m in a relationship. M’sorry.”

Lip would argue that they are in one, but when he looks down into those earnest brown eyes, he can’t help but try to please her. Kissing her temple and telling her, ‘nothing to be sorry about’ as he tries to shift into a position where his dick isn’t pushing at her.

Charlotte hops down the stairs with light footsteps, starting the coffee before bending over and pulling out a pan to start making french toast, eggs and bacon.

“Well, good morning.” a voice slurs behind her.

Charlotte all but leaps out of her skin, screaming and whipping around, pushing herself against the counter. “Oh shit” she gasps, “Frank! When did you get back?”

“Stop yelling, and pour me some coffee, will you?” The man grumbles. “Who do you belong to again?”

“God.” she breathes, grabbing a mug. Quick footsteps come down the stairs, Mickey turning the corner and finding Charlotte in the kitchen with a dirty, disheveled Frank.

He scowls, deeply, standing between the two, “He fuckin’ with you, princess?”

“No.” Charlotte sighs, passing Mickey and Frank both mugs. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Did I wake Ian too?”

“Now,” Frank begins, “I thought you belonged to the red one.”

The two continue to ignore the older man, Mickey slipping into a seat and Charlotte starting to fry the bacon. “Nah, Gallaghers can sleep through anything. Dead to the world ‘til they're ready to get up. Besides, I wore his ass out.”

“Ugh, Mickey!”

“What? Thought we were bondin’ or some shit. Lip’s sleepin’ pretty soundly up there.”

Charlotte giggles to herself, placing a finished piece of bacon on the plate, huffing when Frank snatches it before stumbling into the living room.

Before long Fiona comes tiredly, staggering in. Pointing at Frank laid out on the floor irritably and choosing to ignore him, stepping over his body and going into the kitchen. “Mornin’, Mr. and Mrs. Gallagher, your husbands still asleep?”

Mickey simply raises his middle finger to the girl, as Charlotte passes her the first plate. “You’re just grumpy because you’re tired. Eat. Sleep. I’ll help out until you get up.”

Fiona offers her a sleepy smile, taking a bite of french toast. “You’re my favorite. Tell V I was very mean to you and tried to stop you from shacking up with my brother every other night, will you.”

“I’ll even fake cry.”

“Too much, she’ll kick my ass.”

A couple more minutes and the rest of the Gallagher children begin to filter down at the smell of food, Liam on Debbie’s hip, Ian sleepily dropping into the seat next to Mickey, the latter not even flinching as his boyfriend’s head falls onto his shoulder roughly.

Lip goes straight toward the kitchen, wrapping his arm around Charlotte’s waist and rubbing his face against her jaw before pulling her close, “Kiss me.” he rasps, his voice still filled with sleep.

Charlotte ignores the smug smile on his face as she pushes up on her toes, pushing their lips together and obscuring them from his family’s view with her hand, slapping Lip’s chest with the other when he squeezes her ass.

The younger Gallagher’s (and Fiona) boo at the sound of lips smacking and Charlotte quickly goes back to cooking as Lip flips them off, grabbing the coffee she’d made him.

Everyone starts making their plates, shuffling in and out, crowding the kitchen. The space is small and the pan was already getting really hot, so it’s no wonder bacon grease pops. Lip’s eyes shoot open at the feminine yelp, Charlotte’s whimper as she clutches her hand causes him to rush back over, grabbing her wrist to inspect her hand. “Damn it, can you guys give her some damn space? Shit.”

“Phillip-” she whines, her bottom lip wobbling, “It hurts.”

The blond man sighs, pulling her over to the sink, “I know, I know, stop whining, bunny.” He turns on the cold water and watches her hand closely, instructing Carl to get ointment from upstairs and Debbie to tell V and Kev breakfast was ready. “Gotta be more careful.” he winces as if it’s his own hand that had been burned.

“Is it gonna leave a mark?” she asks, eyeing the small burn.

“Nah, it’ll be okay, see?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss next to the injury.

Charlotte’s frown stays in place but she nods as Lip pushes his thumb into her cheek. She grumbles about helping Liam get changed and Fiona get to bed before taking two of his siblings upstairs. Lip watches her go up before taking a bite out of the bacon on his plate, going to cover hers so her food would stay hot when he feels an unwanted hand land on his shoulder.

“You’re spoiling her son.”

Knocking Frank’s hand off, Lip grabs his own plate and Charlotte’s moving to the table. “Shut the hell up, Frank.”

“You keep acting like that and she’ll think this thing is permanent. You don’t want that. Girls like that have expectations, son.”

“God, stop talking, Frank.” Ian groans, pushing away from the table, putting his and Mickey’s plates in the sink and gesturing for his boyfriend to follow him upstairs. “First shower.”

Frank’s gray brows furrow. “He used to be so sweet before he started up with that thug. Believe me son, girls like that require too much maintenance. Cut your losses.”

“Maybe I know how to treat my woman, Frank.” Lip replies smugly, finishing off his coffee. “And how to get her to stick around too.”

Frank recoils at the implication. “My Monica is way more complex than your, Lottie-”

“Thank God.”

“And-! I know women like her, they wrestle you down into the prison that is monogamy, drain your money and demand all your time in exchange for some two and a half spoiled kids, mediocre meals, and a pretty face to look at during missionary sex-”

Lip is shooting out of his seat and punching Frank in the face before his father can see him coming. He watches in disgust as Frank slumps to the floor, shaking his hand out. He turns around to see V and Kev standing in the doorway, both of them shrugging and stepping over the elderly man.

“Debbie said breakfast is ready?”

“Are you done?”

Lip looks down to the half-smoked cigarette in his hand and sighs, flicking it to the ground and stepping on it. “Yeah, baby.”

“Kay!” she chirps, turning the corner again and smiling up at Lip expectantly.

Lip smirks down at her, seeing her breath in the cold air as she speaks and tugging her close, grabbing the ends of her open jacket and zipping it to her neck. “Tryin’ to fuckin’ kill yourself to look cute or somethin’”

“Alan wants us to leave our jackets open when we’re out front so customers can still see our uniforms.”

Lip clenches his jaw as he reminds himself he promised not to do anything to jeopardize her job again, even though he thinks he should take a bat to Alan’s car windows. “Yeah fuck that, he’s not gonna be the reason you get sick.” Satisfied that he’s properly bundled her up he grabs her hand and starts walking, she only gets so long for her break. “So uh…what’s this Christmas surprise you were so excited to give me?”

Charlotte grins in excitement, clutching her purse tighter with her free hand and shaking her head, dark ponytail bouncing from side to side. “You have to wait until we get to the park, I wanna fully see your reaction.”

“The park, huh? So it’s not you naked with only a bow? Because I told you not to get me anything other than that.”

She rolls her eyes, nudging his shoulder. “You got me something. And won’t let me have it until Christmas day…”

“Yeah, well I’m supposed to.” He says, “Would you still want me if I didn’t get you a Christmas present?” he jokes.

Charlotte tucks her head down a little as they cross into the park. “Yes.” she says quietly.

Lip pauses, pulling her to a stop and looking at her. I know, he thinks, leaning in and biting her cheek lightly, rolling his eyes at her dramatic ‘ow’. “Stop being so fuckin’ cute then.”

As they sit on the bench, Charlotte’s energy shifts, she faces him, looking nervous. “Okay, so there’s a good gift, and then news you might not love.”

“Okay.” He says, sitting and waiting patiently.

Charlotte produces two white envelopes from her purse, one with a red bow on the top and the other plain, holding them both in front of Lip. “Present” she says, waving the one with the bow, “Neutral news.” she waves the other. “Pick which one you want first.”

“Are you red pill blue pilling my ass?” he chuckles.

“What? What the hell is that?”

“Nothing baby, lemme get the bad news first. Might as well get it over with-” He pauses when she snatches the plain envelope away.

“Sorry, I got nervous. Open the good one.” she hands him the envelope with the bow, her smile returning as she watches him rip it open and two slips of paper fall out. “Tada!”

Lip turns one of the pieces of paper over, reading it closely, his eyebrows shooting up. Chicago Museum of Science and Industry. His mouth opens and closes as he tries to find the words to express how he feels, failing miserably.

The Chicago Museum of Science. 12 years ago, a teacher had summoned Monica and Frank to the school, begging them to stimulate his brain more. They’d told them that he was incredibly bright. Genius level under the right development. That maybe he’d be less destructed if he was challenged more intellectually. That the process starts in the home. His parent’s egos had been stroked and so they were pretty fuckin’ excited to announce in the bar they had him and Fiona sleeping in that night that their son was a, in Frank’s words, ‘goddamned genius who can think circles around you drunk peons and would use his big ass brain to think them out of the hood’. They saw an ad about the museum in a newspaper outside and declared they were going to take him. Lip had been excited to say the least. They got him up, got him ready and took him to the bus stop. Where they got high, got into a fight, walked off and forgot Lip for hours. He waited and waited and waited. Fiona eventually came and got him. She rubbed his head that night, telling him it was okay to cry, Daddy wasn’t home yet to see him. Except Lip didn’t feel like crying. He was angry, at fucking Frank. At Monica. At his fucking self for thinking he was going to that stupid fucking awesome museum. It’s not like they hadn’t spent the ticket money that teacher gave them because they’d believed in him so goddamned much on drugs anyway.

Now, 12 years later, Charlotte was rewriting memories for him without even knowing.

“I know you’re probably way more advanced in all that science-y stuff than the exhibits here, but some of it looks interesting. And before you say anything it didn’t cost a lot and I already got Kev to agree to let us use his car but you have to drive because for some reason he doesn’t trust me to and I have to work a couple shifts at The Alibi for free but that’s okay-”

I love you.

Lip’s eyes widen in panic as that thought goes through his mind. He can’t…that’s not…he can’t think that. Not yet.

He immediately tries to distract himself, pulling Charlotte into a deep kiss that only makes the thought swirl in his mind on repeat. When he finally lets her catch her breath, he cups her cheeks again, looking at her intensely. “Thank you, bunny. I love…I love it.”

She smiles widely at him, her cheeks still mushed in his hands, “We’re going at the end of the week. It’s gonna be so fun, Phillip.”

“Yeah it fuckin’ is, shit, I gotta get another brochure so we can see the cool shit.”

“Aw, you’re such a planner.” she teases, squeaking when he pulls her legs over his lap and tugs her closer.

“Okay, now gimme the other one.” he says, a small smile still on his face.

Charlotte bites her lip, clutching the other envelope. “It’s gonna kill the mood.”

“I thought you said it’s neutral news.”

“It’s good but bad, but not that bad. Hey-” Charlotte tries to snatch the envelope back as Lip snatches it, turning away and blocking her hands as she tries to grab it back. “Phillip-”

“Might as well get it over with.” he says, tearing at the paper, pulling out another folded piece of paper. “You better not have gotten me anything else.” Lip laughs, unfolding the paper and beginning to read. Charlotte shifts uncomfortably under the silence.

“Phillip?” she tries, leaning forward trying to catch his eyes, but they’re glued to the paper. “Phillip.”

“It’s uh,” he clears his throat, reading the paper again as if it was the most complex reading he’s ever done. “A plane ticket to Virginia.”

“Yeah, but see, it’s set after when we’ll go to the museum.”

“Yeah almost right fuckin’ after.” hurt fills his blue eyes as he shakes his head in disbelief. Charlotte’s stomach clenches at the look on his face.

“Kev and V helped me pay for the rest of it. I’m gonna get to see my parents.” she says in a small voice.

“Okay,” he says incredulously. “But why is it a fucking one-way?”

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January Compliments ☀️🔍

[Compliments Masterlist]

Hello everyone and welcome to the first Compliments Post of 2024! Hope the year has started off well for you all, and if not, then I hope this post can at least provide a little bit of joy to your day 🫶

We may be only one month in but the boys have been delivering since the very first day 🙌 So let’s get into it shall we! :-

January 2024

Ian’s 2023 Wrap Up

So to start us off, first day of the year and Mr Sunshine was already tugging at our heartstrings with his wrap up of 2023, and who made his 2023 what it was? Well Anthony of course 🥹

STOP IT! RIGHT NOW! 😩

LIKE WHAT IS THIS??? IM MEANT TO COPE WITH THIS??? HOW???

The fact the WHOLE post is Anthony - from the photos to the caption! EVERY SINGLE PHOTO HAS ANTHONY 😭 Also don’t even get me started on the two unseen photos and the fact they’ve been kept from us till now. How dare 😤 AND the fact the first person he thanked was Anthony! Like yes he’s thanking and appreciating many people with this post but come on now, from the pictures alone it’s clear who made his year. This is just SO SPECIAL! Especially coming from Ian, who isn’t normally a big one for sharing his emotions (I think we’ve seen a change with that recently though), but this is BIG!

Anthony also in return left a sweet comment :-

“proud of you buddy.”

CRYING 😭 They kill me these two, couldn’t even go one day without being sappy to each other - not that I’m complaining. And as much as I would love to just sit here in this gooeyness, we’ve got a lot to get through so I must move on 🥲

LEGEND OF ZELDA RAP (Flashback)

So they reacted to the classic Legend Of Zelda Rap in this Flashback eps and got a few little compliments thrown in :-

[discussing the scene of Ian dressed as Link winking at the camera that spawned a viral gif]

Anthony: “That for some reason was a clip that went viral- or a gif that went viral.”

Ian: “Yeah, it’s like horny posters.”

Anthony: “Yeah.”

Ian: “Yeah.”

Anthony: “I see it way too much.”

[shoutout editor Kortney for this 😆]

Ian: “Gotta say, never looked better.”

Anthony: “That’s true.”

Anthony agrees 😏

Erin: [asking Ian if he had spicy time in the Link outfit like Anthony said about the Assassin’s Creed outfit in their 2 Truths 1 Lie eps]

Ian: “I did not have spicy time in the Link outfit because that outfit was very tight, there was not much of a range of motion in it.”

Anthony: “Right. Well you could be a pillow princess in that.”

Ian: “I’m not a pillow princess.”

Anthony: “Oh really?”

Ian: “Yeah.”

Anthony: “I’ve heard otherwise.”

[look at each other and Anthony laughs]

Ian: “Oh yeah, cause canonically we had sex for seven years.”

Anthony: [laughs] “In the Food Battle lore.”

Ian: “Yeah. Canonically in Food Battle, we’ve had sex for seven years. You know every crevice of my body.”

Anthony: “Of your anatomy.”

Ian: “Yeah.”

Anthony: “Anywho…”

Ian: “Wow, this went a weird place.”

Anthony: “Back to looking at Link in his prime.”

Ian: “Back to me looking freakin’ HAWT.”

Anthony: “Yeah.”

Just them casually discussing the fact they’ve canonically had sex for 7 years and then Anthony once again agreeing Ian looked hot in the Link outfit… I don’t think I even need to say anything.

Anthony: “Oh! And I just want to give a shoutout to myself.”

Ian: “Oh, [sings] shoutout to myself.”

Anthony: “I painstakingly added those fucking stars [in the scene] for some reason. I thought they were so necessary.”

Ian: “Yeah, no, that was sick.”

Ian giving Anthony a little compliment for his hard work 😊

…

Speaking of the stars it was also something Ian brought up again later when they appeared in the video again :-

Ian: “Stars. Stars.”

Anthony: “Oh yeah. Stars. We got ‘em in there.”

Very cute how he wanted to shoutout Anthony’s work again ☺️

Erin: “That’s Anthony?! [as Ganondorf]”

Ian: “Yeah.”

Anthony: “Shut up. You knew that was me.”

Erin: “That’s crazy.”

Ian: “You didn’t know that was Anthony?”

Erin: “Where’d your, like, jaw go?”

Ian: “What do you mean? He’s got an epic jaw.”

Ian got so defensive on Anthony’s behalf here, I love it! Reminded me of the moments from Who Meme’d It when Anthony was defending Ian 😌

And that was us for this video!

Moving on…

SOUP!

Gets a big title cause why not!

But yes, soup! So Ian has gotten into making soup this year and on that same Friday we got the Flashback, that evening we were blessed out of nowhere with these stories :-

THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THESE 😩

Like this is the cutest, most domesticated shit ever! They kill me!!!!

And okay yes when that first photo was posted I thought Ian was right then and there cooking it for him, Ian then responded with this :-

Let me live in my fantasies Ian! 😤

But regardless of Mr dashing-my-dreams Hecox, I’m still of the mindset they were hanging out that day and that’s when Ian gave him the container of soup.

Evidence :-

This photo only. That I believe Anthony took 😌

Also I try not to make these posts too shipper-heavy so that everyone may enjoy them if they’re just here for the friendship alone, so I’ll just leave this other little post I made here about some other thoughts I had on this soup situation that isn’t in the friendship realm 🤭 All cool if that’s not for you though!

VidConfessions

So 7 months later Vidcon finally decided to post this little interview they had with them lol. And even with such a short video we still got a few complimentary/cute moments :-

So Anthony was being his usual self and finding Ian the funniest person alive as always. There was a couple moments where Ian gave his answers and you just hear Anthony’s laugh in the background 🥰

Q: What are the last three things you Googled?

Ian: “Jared Leto cult…”

He’s a cutie ☺️

…

And it happened again!

Q: What’s the cringest thing you’ve ever done for views?

Ian: “I mean like our whole channel’s cringe.”

Anthony, once again: [laughing in the background]

Love him and how much he loves Ian and his humour 😊

This was just one wee last bit I thought was cute :-

Ian: [signing out the video] “This has been Ian from Smosh, that’s right, the channel that is 17 and a half years old that’s doing sketch comedy again with my best friend Anthony.”

Can never resist them calling each other ‘best friend’ so of course had to include it!

Making of Pokémon In Real Life 2024

So they brought back the classic Pokémon In Real Life sketch, and from that obviously we got the BTS. Only a couple little moments from this one but just wanted to include them cause they were silly 🤓

Ian: [sneezes] “Sorry. Your hairspray.”

Anthony: “Ohhh… he’s allergic to me [smirks].”

👀 Don’t know what that was about but alrighty, Anthony…

Ian: [cuts his finger and there’s a dot of blood]

Anthony: “Oh my god, dude. Are you okay?”

Ian: “No, I’m not okay. Trigger warning gore.”

Anthony: “Do you need someone to suck out the blood?”

Why did this just turn into Saltburn? Don’t know what Anthony was on with the these two moments but I won’t question it 😝 And despite saying ‘someone’, he was definitely offering to suck the blood from Ian’s finger himself 🤭

Pokémon In Real Life 2024 Watch Party

Of course with the sketch and BTS we got a livestream, which gave us some cute and complimentary moments 😊

To kick off this livestream I just wanna point out that they were wearing matching colours with Anthony’s jacket and Ian’s hoodie, plus matching Smosh Pokémon hats which is very cute 😊

Ian: [apologising for getting annoyed in the BTS due to the background noise messing up their filming] “Dude, this video. This Pokémon video. I apologise if I looked very angry in the behind the scenes.”

Anthony: [laughs] “You didn’t look that bad. Honestly, it amped up accurately.”

Erin: “The compilation of you getting angry, it was pretty funny.”

Anthony: Yeah, so it was justified. People knew why you were angry.”

Love the reassurance from Anthony here so that Ian isn’t worried about how he came across in the video.

[take their hats off]

Ian: “How’s my hair? Is it weird?”

Anthony: “Is mine weird? Yours is fine.”

Ian: “No, I feel like yours is like, yours has like a messy chic to it, you know.”

Them just complimenting each other’s hair - here for it! Also Ian’s added compliment of “messy chic” 😄

[playing Pokémon quiz]

I&A: “Jinx.”

Crew: [laughs]

Anthony: [smiles and points to Ian] “Jinx.”

Ian: “That’s our favourite. Favourite Pokémon.”

Funny because it’s both the Pokémon’s name and they said it at the same time 😝 Cute how Ian also got in that that’s their favourite ☺️

[complete the quiz]

Anthony: “Dude, 100 percent, bro.”

I&A: [high-five]

Of course always gotta include the highfives 😌

After the quiz they go on to play a Pikachu x Sonic crossover. Anthony plays a round and then Ian goes to play but can’t get the controls to work for him so Anthony’s showing him what to do 🥹 I don’t feel the need to include what they said here as it’s just Anthony saying what buttons to push but just wanted to include a little description of what was happening at this moment 😊

Ian: [completes the game]

Anthony: “You won the game.” [clapping]

Just another little cute moment I wanted to include of Anthony clapping for Ian 🙂

[playing Pokémon Among Us]

Anthony: [playing the game well]

Ian: “Alright, I hate that you’re like kind of eating.” [as Ian kept dying]

A begrudging little compliment from Ian there 😄

[signing the livestream off]

Ian: “Happy New Year, hope the holidays were a fun time for you and you had some eggnog and sat by the campfire…”

Anthony: “Roasting chestnuts.”

Ian: “Roasting chestnuts.”

Anthony: “Or chestnut. I’m not making any assumptions.”

Ian: “….What?”

Anthony: “Just if they don’t have more than one chestnut.”

Ian: “Ohh, okay. I don’t know if you could buy a singular chestnut but…”

Anthony: “I think there’s a way.”

Ian: “Go off king.”

Just a silly little one to end on because I wanted to include Ian calling Anthony ‘king’ 🤭

Can I Guess Who Slapped Me?

So the video of Anthony getting slapped finally dropped! And it was everything and more, especially when it came to moments between Ian and Anthony so let’s jump right in :-

Right off the bat we had this as the description for Ian…

👀👀👀

Now onto the actual slapping…

The moment that got us all was just before Ian slaps him he slowly started caressing Anthony’s face so obviously that had us all going crazy! Including the cast and crew!

Anthony: [after the slap] “Oh. Wow. Uhhh, this person thinks they’re hilarious.” [laughs]

Cast & Crew: [laughing]

Ian: [Trying not to laugh]

Anthony: “Uhhh, who would do that? Who would caress my face and slap me out of nowhere?”

Ian: [boops Anthony’s nose]

Anthony: “Uh, it feels like an Ian move to me… Did you just boop me? Um, that feels like an Ian move.”

Kiana: “That is correct.”

Everyone: [celebrating and applauding]

Anthony: [puts his hands out and Ian high-fives him]

Angela: “Friendship always wins!”

Ian: “Well done. Well done. Good job to you.”

Anthony: [bowing]

Ian: “There we go. There we go. That’s the only one you truly needed to get right.”

Anthony: [laughs]

So true Ian! That was the most important one he needed to get right! And I just want to point out how Ian was only the 3rd person Anthony got right, and of course he knew it was him right away with his cheeky little joke of “this person thinks they’re hilarious” 😝 he knew the second Ian caressed his face that it was him cause they truly just know each other that well ☺️ Live for Angela yelling “Friendship always wins!” after he got it right too! And can we also talk about the totally unnecessary, but very, very cute little nose boop Ian threw in there just cause he wanted to! Obsessed!

A little bit later in the video during Duran’s round of slapping Anthony another little moment happened that I just wanted to include cause I thought that it was funny and showed how silly of a mood Ian was in, I think Anthony being blindfolded was playing a part in that and he gained a little extra layer of confidence to just fuck about with Anthony 😆

Anthony: [standing with his butt pushed out waiting to be slapped]

Kiana: “The stance is great. The stance is great.”

Ian: [runs over and pretends to go in to slap Anthony’s butt]

Anthony: “Why’s there wind?”

Cast & Crew: [laugh]

Hehe 🤭

Anyways! That was it for the slapping video but I did also want to include something that came off the back of it and that was…

Bonus

Anthony dedicating a whole Instagram post to Ian slapping him :-

Obessed with this though! The fact he went out of his way to make a post specifically about Ian slapping him over anyone else, plus that caption! ‘only ian would slap me like that’ - truly the cherry on top of it all 😌

Jacksfilms Confesses His Biggest Regret

So they had Jacksfilms on as a guest for Flashback to react to some of his old videos and an old collab of his the boys had been a part of.

Jack: [talking about how he moved to LA after he graduated] “…And that’s when I started collaborating with some, then, very big YouTube channels.”

Anthony: [looks at Ian] “Yeah, back then we were big.” [elbows Ian and Ian elbows him back]

Them just being silly 😄 loved the little elbowing of each other too 😊

Jack: “I remember I was in college, I was like out hanging with my friends. I just got 50,000 subs on YouTube, baby. And one of my friends just like took the air right out of my tire, or sails, whatever, and was like ‘Uh, yeah, did you know that Smosh has like a million now?’.”

Ian: “Pffft.”

Anthony: [silent laughs] “Noice!” [high-fives Ian] “Noice!”

Again, just more of them being silly. Plus high-five!

I should have mentioned at the start of this section that Ian is in a tshirt-dress for this video as a reference to Jack as it’s got tweets of his printed on it. Anyway, as a result his legs are out obviously, and that’s relevant to this next part :-

Anthony: [talking about how there’s always an audience for every kind of content, it’s just about what kind of audience you want to have]

Ian: “That’s true. And you want this audience.” [pointing to show off his legs]

Anthony: “You want this.”

Ian: “You want the audience that accepts this.”

Anthony: “This is what you want. This is the audience that we have. And we are very happy with this audience.”

Ian: “Exactly.”

Anthony: “They’ve been begging for this.”

And we’re more than happy to be the audience for it! 😌 (As is Anthony considering how many times he was checking out Ian’s legs during this video 😉)

Anthony also had this to say about YouTube’s hate for Ian’s attire 😤

Jack: [talking about a sponsorship he done with other youtubers to test out a new workout program]

Ian: “Did you get Jaaaacked?”

Anthony: [looks at Ian with a smirk and high-fives him]

Second high-five for this video! Also Anthony just quietly complimenting Ian’s pun 😄

Ian: “Do you [Jack] have any regrets? Any videos that you regret making?” [smiling]

Anthony: “You look so happy saying that.” [smiling] “This is happiest I’ve seen you all episode.” [laughs]

Just thought it was cute how Anthony seeing Ian smiling made him smile and laugh 😊

And that was it for another Flashback!

No1 Ian Fan Strikes Again

So Anthony was back at it! The Smosh team was out celebrating one of the crews birthday - Erin posted this to her story. Now I’m sure there were probably multiple photos and videos taken this night but what was the only thing Anthony shared from it? That’s right! Ian of course!

He’s obsessed with that boy and I love it! 😌

Ian also reshared and replied to Anthony’s story which you can find here

Making Of “MrBeast Copycats Have Gone Too Far”

So the BTS of the MrBeast Copycats Have Gone Too Far sketch offered us a few little moments :-

So this seemed to be a very high-five, hand-hold heavy BTS. Think they were just in one of those moods where they want any excuse to touch each other 🤭😉

[Finishing off their little video introduction]

Anthony: [goes in to high-five Ian and grips his hand]

Ian: [high-fives Anthony back and also grips his hand in response]

I&A: [still holding each other’s hands] “Let’s go shoot this shit!”

Ian: [messing up his line] “I’m having a trouble! I’m having a trouble…” [facepalms]

Shayne: “That’s so funny. ‘I’m having a trouble’.”

Anthony and Courtney: [laughing]

Anthony: [to Ian] “Are you having a trouble?” [puts hand on Ian’s shoulder]

Ian: “I’m having a trouble. Words.”

Anthony: [laughs]

I know they were (lovingly) poking fun at Ian here, but the wee glimpse of the shoulder touch from Anthony to Ian is what got me ☺️

I&A: [In character but joking around]

Ian: “There’s a twist. There’s a twist.” [puts hand out to Anthony] “There’s a twist.”

Anthony: “There’s a twist.” [takes Ian’s hand and grips it]

I&A: [still holding hands whilst lightly pushing/tapping each other and repeating “there’s a twist”. They then start scissoring their fingers together, before gripping each other’s fingers and pulling the other in closer to them whilst now repeating “getting twisted” and manically laughing]

Well… that was… something… 👀

Told you they were just looking for any excuse to touch each other. But hey, wouldn’t be a Smosh BTS if Ian and Anthony weren’t flirting with each other 😜

And to finish off this high-five heavy BTS, I’ll leave you with this :-

Ian: [talking about how Anthony injured himself by dropping a laptop on his foot and how he should take an Advil but Anthony doesn’t take Advil so he doesn’t know if it’ll help]

Anthony: “I don’t care about the pain, I just want the throbbing to stop.”

Ian: “He doesn’t like throbbing.”

Anthony: “I don’t like throbbing. I like pulsating.”

Ian: [laughs] “I hate both of those words.”

Anthony: [laughs] “Yeah, usually I say throbbing or pulsating member…”

Ian: [acting disgusted]

Anthony: “Speaking of members thank you so much being a Smoshtastic or Smosh Royalty member!”

Ian: “Yeah! Thanks for being our throbbing members.” [laughs]

Anthony: “Our pulsating members.”

Ian: “Yeahhh, throbbing members.”

I&A: [high-five]

Um… thanks boys, I guess… happy to be a throbbing and pulsating member… 🥴🤦‍♀️ They high-fived so I had to include it, don’t blame me for what they said! 😩

And on that’s note that brings us to the end of January! Hope you all enjoyed reading - I’d say it was a very good start to the year in terms of content, and the boys very much delivered in terms of complimentary moments so can’t complain 😌

Thank you all again for reading and I shall see you next time! 💖

#feel I say this every month but sorry this took me so long to get out for you guys 🫣#appreciate your patience!#but anyways hope you enjoyed the compliments for another month 😊#ianthony compliments #ianthony #☀️🔍#ian hecox #anthony padilla #smosh #my posts

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jovenshires · 7 months ago

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I hope Courtney knows that she doesn't have to pretend to be part of the lgbt community to be interesting. She's never had any relationships with any girls and most of the people she's dated and were attracted with are men. I think she was so desperate to be as interesting as Damien, Shayne, and Ian that she decided to adopt being queer as her "thing"

hey, what an absolutely despicable ask to send me, a bisexual woman!

this kind of biphobia (although 'bisexual' isn't the official term courtney uses to label herself, biphobia is the most fitting descriptor here and so i'll be using that throughout) in my ask box is disappointing and disheartening. it is not courtney's job to be in (what is perceived as) a same-sex relationship to be queer. they don't have to be in such a relationship to get your approval, or to prove herself as a "real" lgbt person. some bi/pan/queer people will never have same-sex relationships. just like some will never have straight relationships, and some will never have any relationships at all. that doesn't mean the attraction isn't real or isn't there. no matter what their relationship status is, that attraction doesn't fade. she will continue to be attracted to women and to be queer their entire life. liking more than one gender is valid. being queer is valid. courtney's feelings, although they're none of our fucking business even if she's been gracious enough to share them with us, are valid. just because they're in a 'heterosexual' relationship right now doesn't mean she stops being queer - not to mention, it isn't a heterosexual relationship, it's inherently a queer relationship because they are in it. they're nonbinary and lgbt. any relationship they're in will be a queer one.

i'm just honestly... so affronted and disgusted by this whole idea. what on gods earth makes you think they're pretending? why would she drag herself through that mental anguish? if you'll remember, courtney grew up in a religious mormon household. why put herself through that? for 'clout'? to be 'different'? i'll tell you what, as someone who grew up 'different' in a religious family, it is not fucking fun. it is ignorant and disrespectful of you to assume anyone has the comfort to "pretend" they're queer to "stand out." i did not spend years at my bedside trying to pray away the gay just for someone like you to come in and say someone in my community is pretending. i did not go through my formative years lamenting how different i was from everyone around me for you to come in and accuse another queer person of faking it.

and another thing - it is fucking BAFFLING to me that you would say courtney was 'desperate' to be as interesting as shayne, damien, and ian. you named three white straight men. hello???? are you fucking blind to what you just wrote? courtney has been out here BEING different, being unique and interesting and genuinely herself. for as long as i've been watching smosh, they have been the core of that company. as of this moment, they are the only current non-male main cast member and the second-longest-running main cast member overall. she's an accomplished writer, actor, producer, and director. without her, there's no funeral roasts, no reunions, no 'our leaked dms.' without her, there's simply no smosh, because they're a major part of the reason that company even lived through the defy collapse and the pandemic. they're also just objectively one of the funniest cast members there (can you imagine not having boneless. or pov you're a lobster. i honestly wish i could be half the comedic genius courtney is and that's not an exaggeration or a joke). they are interesting because of who they are, not because they're 'pretending' to be anything. courtney would be just as popular and beloved as she currently is even if she had never come out, which they only did because they were brave and trying to be their most authentic version of herself.

this ask left my stomach rolling. i am absolutely appalled. the smoshblr community we've created here is meant to be a safe haven, as smosh the company has become, for outcasts and oddballs, and that is supposed to include the lgbt community. i have praised smoshblr again and again for being the place i've felt most comfortable and accepted, but this is extremely hurtful. as a bisexual woman who has constantly struggled with being 'queer' enough, i take this kind of thing personally. and you may be thinking that this isn't about me, but it is. this is about every queer person who has been accused of 'faking it' by one biphobe or another. if a person says they're queer - they're fucking queer. end of story.

#courtney #idk what you wanted from this ask but if it was to piss me off congrats job well done #anyway. going back to my hidey hole now i just could not let this ask stand.#long post #discourse #biphobia #ask #asks #anon #anonymous

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ottersmommie1980 · 2 months ago

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Earworm

Entering the cell, Mickey was humming a song, Ian listened closely, it couldn’t be.

“UGGHHH! I can’t get this tune out of my head.” Mickey frustratedly said.

“Sounds like an earworm.” Ian said with a chuckle.

Mickey rolled his eyes, “Um no, song. Definitely not a worm”

Ian shook his head, “Just another way to say that. Humm it again.”

Ian pulled Mickey closer after figuring out the tune, “You were meant for me.”

Mickey looked up, “Um, no shit.”

“Mick, name of the song. But Yes Darlin’.” Ian replied while leaning down to kiss him hello with a wink.

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The last installment for @galladrabbles this week. I could not have the HEA ending. I may write the angst, but have to have the fluff at the end of it! Thanks everyone for reading

#gallavich fic #gallavich writer #cameron monaghan #noel fisher #galladrabbles

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mickittotheman · 7 months ago

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Hello! Can I ask for gallavich + 47? Thank you :)

Hi!! I too am fueled by spite so this was a very fun prompt to fill.

47. ...out of spite

Mickey only hears the conversation by accident.

It’s early. Way too fucking early to be awake, but he’d reached up to grab at Ian’s big warm arm and his fingers had met nothing but cold empty sheets and the jolt of panic he’d felt had been enough to have him stumbling up and out and down the hall.

The panic is receding a bit now, with Ian’s voice floating up the stairs. There’s other noises, too. The coffee maker burbling, dishes clinking, the fridge rattling as it’s opened and closed, but all Mickey is focused on is ian ian ian.

The panic ebbs out to a low grade hum. It never goes away completely. Probably never will.

Mickey sighs, scrubbing at his eyes with one hand, the other one still clutching the stair railing so hard his knuckles are white.

Slowly, the actual words Ian’s saying start to filter through.

“–is that supposed to mean? Of course he’s good for me. He’s the only reason I came back in the first place!”

There’s the sound of someone slurping obnoxiously. Probably Lip drinking his fucking coffee. He always slurps when he drinks coffee. “He’s also the reason you left, so.”

“Fuck off, Lip.”

“Seriously?” Fiona scoffs, faucet squeaking as she shuts off the water, “That’s why you disappeared out of the fucking blue?”

Oh.

Mickey twists his lips. Debates just turning around and going back to sleep. It’s too fucking early for this shit.

“I left for a lot of reasons, okay?”

“Ian. Sweetcheeks. I’m just worried about you. We’re all worried about you–”

“Well, maybe everyone should be more worried about you.”

“Ian!”

“He’s got a point.”

“Who’s fucking side are you on, Lip?”

“I’m not on anyone’s side. Jesus.” Another obnoxious slurp. “And keep your fucking voices down, you’re gonna wake up the kids.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” Ian snarks, “Liam hasn’t been sleeping very well. Wonder why that is.”

“Ian. Please. I just want what’s best for you.”

“Mickey is what’s best for me.”

“Seriously?” Fiona laughs, and Mickey would probably be more offended if he hadn’t nearly blurted out the same thing.

He swipes at his nose. Shoots a longing glance down the hall behind him, towards his little makeshift nest on the floor made of blankets and pillows that smell like Ian. Shoots a longing glance down the stairs in front of him, towards Ian. He sighs again. Sits on the top step. Tunes back into Fiona’s tirade.

“He’s a thug–”

“–you just got out of jail.”

“He’s a highschool drop-out–”

“–we’re all highschool dropouts.”

“He’s a Milkovich–”

“–oh, because being a Gallagher is so much better?”

“He can barely even stand to touch you–”

“–trust me, he touches me plenty.”

“In private,” Fiona presses, pitching her voice louder over the sound of Lip snorting and nearly choking to death on his coffee. “The moment you guys are around other people he acts like you’re radioactive fucking waste.”

“Jesus, Fi, can you blame him for not wanting people to find out–?”

“But we already know! He knows that we know. And he knows damn well that Gallaghers don’t snitch.”

Mickey gnaws on his lower lip, eagerly awaiting Ian’s snarky comeback.

It never comes.

“Ian, sweetie,” Fiona says, voice soft again, “I’m just worried you’re getting too attached.”

Say something.

“I’m– Ian, I’m sorry, but I think you're reading signs you hope are there, instead of the signs that actually are there.”

C’mon, Ian, fucking say something.

“I just… don’t think he’s as into you as you're into him.”

Ian finally says something.

“Yeah,” he says.

Mickey blinks. His mouth drops open. His brows scrunch together.

“I really am sorry, sweetheart–”

“No, it’s.” There’s the sound of Ian taking in a shuddery breath, followed by a deep sigh. “You might be right.”

Jesus fucking christ.

Mickey hauls himself up. Stomps down the stairs. Hears Lip mutter ‘oh shit�� before he’s even in view.

By the time Mickey reaches the base of the stairs they’re all looking at him with wide eyes. Lip sitting at the table, Fiona standing by the sink, Ian leaning against the fridge.

“Mickey!” Ian says, voice painfully faux-cheery, “I– um, good morning, when did you wake u–”

“Shut up,” Mikey bites out. He plants himself right in front of Ian. Jabs a finger hard against his chest. “You must be the stupidest goddamn fucker on the planet.”

Ian’s strained smile drops.

“Hey!” Fiona protests, but Mickey ignores her.

He forcefully reminds himself of what happened the last time he was too much of a fucking coward. Swallows down the nerves dread don’t bubbling up his throat and fizzing through his veins.

His hands are shaking, just a bit.

He brings them up, uses one to shove Ian back against the fridge and the other to fist in Ian’s hair, yanks down his head enough so Mickey doesn’t have to go up on his fucking tippytoes like some bitch.

Ian makes this surprised little sound when their lips collide. Which actually works out great, because it gives Mickey the opportunity to shove his tongue into his mouth.

Mickey can feel the tension seeping out of Ian. That shocked little noise morphs into a deep groan. Ian’s big hands clamp down on Mickey’s hips hard enough to bruise.

“Woah, okay, that is way more than I need to see,” Lip announces, punctuated by the sound of his chair scraping harshly against the floor. “I’m gonna go ahead and finish my coffee somewhere else. Preferably somewhere very far away.”

Mickey grins into the kiss. Relishes in momentary victory. Two down, one to go.

He pulls back, their lips making a positively indecent sound as they part. Mickey huffs when Ian tries to trail after him. Uses the grip on his hair to keep him at bay.

Mickey turns his head just enough to cock a pointed brow at Fiona. “That enough touching for you? Or should I go all out and bend over the kitchen table for him?”

Ian makes a strangled sound. His hands spasm on Mickey’s hips. He yanks Mickey closer, so Mickey can better appreciate the way he’s grown hard as a rock, the way his dick is pressing perfectly up against Mickey’s own.

Fiona rolls her eyes and throws her hands up in the air in defeat. “Okay, alright, you’ve made your point.” She brushes past them. Pauses just before disappearing up the stairs to look back at them with a solemn, serious expression. Locks eyes with Mickey. “I really, genuinely hope I’m wrong about you.”

Mickey swallows hard. Stares after her as she retreats.

He hopes so, too.

His grip on Ian tightens, then loosens. Ian seizes the opportunity to surge forward and latch onto Mickey’s neck like a fucking leech.

“Jesus, firecrotch,” Mickey hisses.

Ian hums. Smears a smile against Mickey’s skin. Nips at Mickey’s ear. “So…” he hedges, grinding their hips together again, “How serous were you about letting me fuck you on the kitchen table?”

Fuck.

Maybe Mickey is a bad influence on Ian afterall.

send me a number~

#prompt games #gallavich #my scribblings #this happened in canon i know it did i was there i was watching them through the window #fun and only vaguely related mechy fact: i ONLY passed 7th grade out of spite. i was absolutely going to be held back a year #then one of my teachers made a comment about me being dumb the day before final exams and when i tell you i ACED that shit #highest score in the class #only missed ONE question and it was because i filled in the wrong bubble on the scantron #very shameless coded imo #spite is such an amazing motivator

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natsukishinomiyaswife · 5 months ago

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ahhh hi again!! if you don’t mind i’d like to place another order!!

may i get a strawberry tart with black coffee? :0

Hello Ian! ☆

Thank you so much for placing another order! ♡ Please note that this story is angst, with no happy ending! ♡ I hope you enjoy! ♡

This is part of an event I'm doing where people can request stories by placing orders! For more information, please refer to this post! ♡

⋆ 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼: 𝓤𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ⋆

One strawberry tart and a black coffee, coming right up! ♡

⋆ There's a table in the rose gardens of Heartslabyul, in a spot away from prying eyes. A tray filled with pastries lay untouched, with two empty tea cups on either side. A teapot sits in the middle of the table forgotten, just like the table's only occupant. His head hangs down as he stares at the plate in front of him, his fists clenched as he tries to make sense of his emotions.

⋆ There was just something about you, something that he couldn't seem to define. Feelings that were foreign to him, pushed to the back of his mind. He had other priorities after all, more important things to focus on. His schoolwork, his future, his role as housewarden. Yet, as you spent more time together, he found that these feelings wouldn't go away, growing and changing over time.

⋆ When did he start focusing on your appearance, paying attention to the smallest of details? Noticing when you styled your hair different, or added an accessory, or when your clothes needed to be straightened. He's fixed your clothes more than once, not thinking anything of the proximity until he was finished, realizing how close you were to each other. He would turn away, feeling warm as you thanked him.

⋆ When did he start looking forward to your conversations, seeking out your company? Inviting you to unbirthday parties, offering to tutor you, asking if you'd like to study together. Using academics to spend time with you, wanting to ensure your success. While he could be a bit strict at times, you didn't seem to mind, time flying by as you worked together in the library.

⋆ When did he become more lenient when enforcing the rules, finding himself unable to stay mad at you? Trey would give him a knowing look each time, with Ace accusing him of favoritism. He does his best to stay impartial, knowing the rules must be followed. Yet, he can't help how his face softens in your presence, tension leaving his body as his anger subsides. You still need to be punished, but he's willing to give you a warning...just this once.

⋆ His feelings for you grew until it got to be too much, causing him to finally acknowledge what he felt. After doing some research, asking others for advice, and doing some contemplation, he realized that the feelings he held for you weren't just platonic. A crush, maybe? No, that wasn't right either. His feelings for you were much deeper than that. As foreign as it was to him, he had fallen in love with you, putting him in an unfamiliar territory. He could only hope you would feel the same, asking you to join him for tea.

⋆ He had planned for this to be perfect, working with Trey and Cater to make his confession a success. He asked Trey to make your favorite desserts, while Cater made sure no one would interfere, keeping everyone occupied and out of the gardens. He was nervous as he waited for you to show, checking the time every few minutes. At first he would use the time to go over what he wanted to say, thinking back to the confession he wrote and memorized. Soon you were late, leaving him looking around as he wondered where you were. He didn't want to miss you though, so he decided to keep waiting, a few minutes turning into hours.

⋆ His body shook in anger, hot tears coming to his eyes. How dare you leave him waiting, not even responding to the messages he sent! He was angry, he was furious, he was...he was...

⋆ He pressed his hands over his eyes, unable to face his reflection as tears fell onto his plate. It hurt, it hurt so much, his chest aching at the realization that you had no plans on showing.

Why would you agree, then?

Why would you tell him yes?

Why would you give him hope, if he never had a chance to begin with?

⋆ He hears someone approaching, feeling a glimmer of hope before realizing it was only Trey and Cater, quickly looking away. Though it was brief, he saw the sadness in their eyes, refusing to accept their pity. The tea has grown cold now, bitter and unable to drink. A bitterness that will never leave him, whenever you look his way.

I hope you enjoyed your meal, and thank you for visiting the Cathie Cafe! ♡

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

#♡.sheep writes #♡.ian #♡.twst #♡.riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader

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sgtmickeyslaughter · 3 months ago

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WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

hello all! thanks for the tags @creepkinginc @lingy910y and @mybrainismelted and for the super fun game @energievie

Name: gigi

Age: 24

Location: brooklyn baby 🌸

And now...

If you could hang out with any cartoon character, who would you choose and why? Colette Tatou from ratatouille

If you could bring back any fashion trend, what would it be? Good quality clothing and the ability to dress up

What sport would you compete in if you were in the Olympics? surfing or swim/dive or waterpolo! I competed in all three in highschool and i think its time to take my talents to the Olympic level

Which actor would you want to play you in the movie about your life? 90's Winona ryder, I think we look alike and she could capture my vibe

If you were the captain of a pirate ship, what would be the name of your ship? The Bad Omen

If you could see one movie again for the first time, what would it be and why? Spirited away, bc it takes so many dreamlike turns the best viewing experience is when you don't know what will happen next

What’s one thing on your bucket list that you really want to do? Run a marathon

If you could have any animal, real or imaginary, as a pet, what would it be and why? Racoon! and I was very disappointed to hear a lot of whining about rabies from you all last week and let me just say, i dont want to hear it, okay? they're adorable, super clever and the definition of the word critter and i like that about them bc im also a critter!

If you could invent a holiday, what would it be, and how would people celebrate it? Volunteering day! Everyone gets a day off to help with big projects around their community

What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever visited in your country? The art institute in Chicago is the best curated museum in the US hands down its a really clean collection, but alternately also love the isabella stewart gardner museum in boston for having the messiest collection.

Also around seven national parks. Next up Acadia hopefully

tagging:

@jrooc @spookygingerr @thepupperino @burninface

@solitarycreaturesthey @mickeym4ndy @catgrassplantdad

@iansw0rld @ian-galagher @mmmichyyy @blue-disco-lights

@heymrspatel @atthedugouts @doshiart @suzy-queued

#sgt says #tag game

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boxerharrys · 4 months ago

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The New Girl Spencer x F Reader

sorry for any spelling mistakes or punctuations missing! and I'm not the best at writing but I was excited to get this out!

Part 1 ( trying to make this like a real fanfic a true story to it)

Description: you were a somewhat popular YouTuber on your own. you focused on vlogging and funny sketches through out college. you watched Smosh for years admiring their work. but as you join their crew after graduating you start to admire more than their work....

Sunday:

you spent the night finishing editing your vlog of the week and watching Smosh; they seemed to help you cruise through editing. until a newer Smosh video starting to play in the background you heard Ian mentioning how they were open for a new cast member; you stopped in your tracks of what you were doing 'I'm sorry what did he just say' you said in your head rewinding the video. "Since a lot of our members right now are soaring with new projects and opportunities we are open for a new cast member!' Ian said through your laptop. 'no way id get the gig' you thought to yourself, you've dreamed of working for Smosh for years. 'what would happen if I sent in a application... I mean doesn't hurt to try I guess' you said to yourself. you went to the description and clicked the link where applications were going through. Although you didn't have much going on you just finished college and didn't have a big resume but you did have your channel. you filled out all the paper work and sent a link to your channel, like you said not much going on so you don't even get excited. you then continue finishing your editing and schedule it to post for tomorrow at !2pm. you then got into bed with your laptop and continued your mini marathon of Smosh to ease you to sleep.

Friday:

It has almost been two weeks since you entered your application to Smosh obviously not even thinking about it since you doubted anything from the start. Until you were home working on some sketch ideas and you received an email from Smosh… ‘the fuck’ you said to yourself. ‘Probably telling me how they regret to inform me they picked someone else’. You didn’t even look at the email you knew there was no way anything was coming from it. Till you received yet another email this time from ‘[email protected]' you froze; as you sat there frozen for a good you’d say 5 minutes but it was more like 45 seconds you finally went to open the email.

To: (your email)

From: [email protected]

Hello Riley my name is Selina from Smosh! You should’ve got an email from out regular Smosh email congratulating you on an interview with Ian, Anthony and I! Was just reaching out to see when the best time and day would work for you to meet with us! Let me know! Below in the address and times we are open to meeting!

Thanks!

Selina

You felt like you were going to throw up. You had to re-read the email at least 3 more times. ’There’s no way I got an interview’ you said to yourself. But then you said ‘shit I got an interview’ you went to email Selina back and told her a date and time you could meet, ‘how’s Tuesday at 8?’ You emailed back; giving you enough time to mentally prepare and physically prepare for whatever the hell kind of dream you’re in. You then started going through sketches you had and dealt with one you never actually ended up filming for your channel. You had a lot of inspiration from Smosh and their TNTL series so you had a lot of jokes for that situation if you were ever in a predicament that you needed jokes for something like TNTL. You then printed everything out that you needed for your interview since the first initial email said to have those ready when you come. You then received an email back from Selina confirming that day and time was great for everyone. You made the decision to take a bath; you needed to relax your nerves were through the roof. You started the water added some bubbles and went to your kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. After your 30 mins bath you went to your room an put Netflix on and went to bed.

Finally it was Tuesday at 5 in the morning you were making yourself a cup of coffee considering you were so nervous you couldn’t sleep last night. Still chose to be up early enough to shower, pick a good enough outfit to compare to Courtneys awesome fits she usually wears, your make up, and hair. The Smosh office was 25 minutes away from where you live so it was finally time to leave; rushing out the door you did a full 180 remembering your paperwork you needed.

Once you got to the office there was a buzzer at the front door.

You press the button.

“How can I help you?’ Selina says through the speaker

“Hi its Y/F/N I’m here for an interview”

“Yay come on in” Selina says as she buzzes you in.

You took the your atmosphere in, not believing what you’re experiencing since Smosh was your childhood and you’ve watched them every year of your life.

You were then met with a happy lady that you knew was Selina!

“Hi it sonic to meet you I’m Selina! We are so excited to talk with you today!

She shows you to the conference room passing some of the cast and crew; where you’re met with Ian and Anthony. You’re a great actor so you good with keeping your composure.

“Hey its nice to meet you” Anthony says smiling

“Yes we are so excited to pick your brain today” says Ian

“Well let get this show on the road then I’m excited to pick your brains as well” you say confidently to your inspirations.

Spencer:

As he was eating lunch with Courtney, Shayne, Angela and Chanse; he was distracted from the conversation as he saw a beautiful women walk by with Selina.

“Guys I swear I just saw an angel…” he says getting everyones attention.

“Did you drink too much Kickstart today Spence” says Court laughing.

“Yeah what are you going on about” Chanse says with a questioning look.

“Did you guys hear about anything with hiring a new cast member or do we have some type of brand we are going to work with be cause I just saw Selina walking the most beautiful women to the conference room!” Spencer says to them.

“No” everyone says in union.

Then I see then And give the most sly look ever

“ You know the conference room is all glass we could talk a look” she says wiggling her eyebrows.

“No I’m not getting fired from the dads” says Shayne.

“Im in!” Chanse yells

“Angela I can’t either let me know wtf is going on tho” Spencer says

He watched Angela make an amused face to Chanse and they get up pretending to be some type of ninjas or spy tiptoeing around us and sining action movie music

“ They are idiots” Spencer says paling his face

They come running back

“He's not lying she gorgeous; id go straight for her” says Chanse

“yeah id go gay for her” Angela says

“Oh my god guy what!” Courtney exclaims.

“What does it look like is going on” Spencer says.

“I don’t know but they were going over some type of paperwork” Angela says while sitting back down.

“Looks like well have to ask Selina afterwards… we gotta get going its almost call time” Says Shayne.

Back to Y/N

So everything looks great Y/N” says Anthony!

“Thank you” you say as you start to blush.

“So I think we would benefit from you a lot” says Ian

“Oh wow guys um thank you… I will like to be honest with you now hahaha….. you guys have inspired me so much thought my life and this is crazy that this is even happening and I’m very thankful I really didn’t think anything would come from me applying” you explain.

“Well I’m glad to know that but its happening and we would love to hire you! So do you have any pitches for us?” Anthony says

“Actually yes its for TNTL I think you guys should do a nostalgia episode where its nostalgia jokes and skits coming back whether its the same stuff or stuff rebranded I think the fans would love it!” You say geeking out a little.

Ian and Anthony look at each other and smile… “ you know what I really love that idea, Selina can yo see when we can do that and make a call sheet for it”

“Yes defiantly…. So Y/N think you can start next Wednesday? I can send you everything tonight you’ll have the rest of the week to look over and prepare and we can start with maybe just one call time that day if that sounds good to you?” Selina says smiling

“YES” you exclaim!

“Perfect ill show you out! Unfortunately we can’t introduce you to any of the other cast members because they are filming right now but you can meet some of the crew! I’ll show you around so you’re not too confused next week!” Selina says.

“ Thank you!” You say as standing up. “And thank you so much guys it was pleasure meeting you and I’m excited to start” you say as shaking Ian and Anthony’s hands.

You walk out with Selina and get your tour then head home to start preparing for the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Okay that is all for now let me know if I should continue!

#spencer agnew #smosh squad #smosh #ian and anthony #Spencer Agnew X reader #Smosh fanfic #smosh spencer #smosh fanfiction #smoshblr #angela giarratana

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