#and less ones where liam is a bottom

[stolenbuckets]

I'm so unbelievable deep into LiLo like I already consumed every Ao3 Fanfic and searched through the entire Worldwide Web for Content but I need MORE. PLEASE I need MORE LILO FANFICS

[theseinfernalangels]

Fragile — Sawyer Henrick

Synopsis: Mender!Reader comes back from RSC worse off than the rest of your squad. Sawyer is heartbroken and takes care of you.

A/N: I pumped this one out surprisingly fast! I may post my OC reference sheet after this for more context, since there are references to characters you haven’t met yet, such as Reader’s dragon, Cridhe, and Eden (Liam’s girl!). We’ll see how it turns out! I might even do a part two for this hehe.

Warning for mentions of blood, injuries, insecurities, and anxiety. Oh, yeah; don’t forget the dragon telepathy.

Sawyer knew something was up when you didn’t meet him outside the Gathering Hall. 

It wasn’t like you to be late for��Well, anything, much less seeing him. He certainly wasn’t an anxious person, but it made his fingers twitch with nervousness when he didn’t spot your cautious frame lingering close to the sides of the hall. He waited anyway. He’d always wait for you.

At the ten-minute mark, his thoughts began to race. He could understand if you stayed behind for a word with one of your professors – you were a genius, anyway. Perhaps you could have gone off-track to help another cadet in need of extra notes. That was just in your nature (even though Sawyer and Ridoc had tried to convince you to charge a couple coins for it – you’d be swimming in gold by now). Maybe you were in the infirmary with your friend…Eden, was it? Emily? He could barely remember.

But no. Another fifteen minutes slowly ticked by, and his reasonable side began to veer off a little. Maybe you’d been injured somehow. Maybe the other cadets had finally taken advantage of your anxious, gentle nature and were in the middle of ganging up on you. Maybe they’d finally gotten you – the Marked cadets who weren’t too fond of you for what your parents, Navarrian military legends, had done to them.

He heard Sliseag’s chiding voice resound in the back of his mind. Easy there, Ashling, he soothed. Do not worry too much. She is exactly where she is meant to be.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I would beg to differ, he replied, trying to calm his racing heart. If she was in the right place, I wouldn’t be talking to you right now.

The dragon snorted. Really, now? he mused. Look up.

Sawyer had just turned, his palms sweaty, when he saw a figure moving sluggishly in his peripherals. He squinted, then froze, the sight making his blood run cold.

You finally showed up…But you looked awful.

Damaged was the best word to describe it. Your hair was messy, your bangs falling in your face in a way it only looked after an intense flight. One of your eyes was swollen shut, and the rest of your face was battered. Your bottom lip was split and bleeding, the blood oozing out sluggishly and staining your chin crimson. That was only your face; the rest of your body was probably just as bruised and injured.

Go, he heard Sliseag urge. Go to her now. She needs you, Ashling.

He broke out of his trance; he couldn’t run fast enough to get to you, his legs moving on what felt like autopilot. Gods. What did they do to you?

You held up a hand when he neared you. “I’m fine,” you whispered hoarsely. “I…It looks worse than it feels.”

Sliseag made a noise of disapproval in his mind. I doubt that.

Sawyer, in that moment, felt almost scared to touch you, as if putting his fingers anywhere would shatter you like glass.

Finally, he found his voice. “What the hell happened to you?” he murmured, wincing at how sick he sounded. His eyes traced your face; you still looked gorgeous as ever, but just looking at your good eye made his heart wrench.

“We,” you began, faltering as you fell forward a bit. Sawyer caught you with ease, splaying a hand on your back as you leaned into him. “We had RSC. I…I didn’t expect for it to be so…awful.”

You looked down, and Sawyer made a soft sound of protest as he lifted your chin back up to face his. Skies above, he thought. He’d seen you injured before, obviously – there was no avoiding that at Basgiath. But this…

“Oh, darling,” he murmured, ghosting a kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry. You…You haven’t been to the infirmary yet?”

You shook your head. “No. I saw a clock and remembered we agreed to meet up. Wanted to see you first.”

Oh, he thought. Damn you, you sweet, sweet girl. Damn you and your loveliness. 

He sighed quietly, glancing at the sky. It was getting close to dusk, which meant that the infirmary was probably winding down for the day. His gaze flitted back down to your trembling form, his heart aching.

“Do you want to go?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound pushy. “I’m sure your friend is still there; she’d be willing–”

His voice trailed off when you vehemently shook your head. “No,” you said softly. “Not now. Can we…Can we just go to yours?”

At that moment, with you looking up at him hopefully, your good eye wide but exhausted, Sawyer would have given you just about anything. 

He nodded, perhaps a little too hard. “Of course, darling. Just hold on to me. I don’t trust your legs right now.”

The pained smile you gave him twists his heart. “I don’t, either.”

It took a little while, but the two of you finally made it to his dorm in relative silence, save for the pained gasps and whimpers that occasionally fell from your swollen lips. The whole time, Sawyer was clenching his teeth. It didn’t matter that RSC was something that happened to everyone – not even his injuries hadn’t looked this rough.

He sat you down gently on his bed. He didn’t want to leave you, not when you looked that beat up, but he pushed that aside to grab the little box of medical supplies you kept in his room for when he was beat up after sparring. If you weren’t huddled beside him looking more fragile than he’d ever seen you, he would have made a joke about it.

You’d already removed your jacket and shirt, leaving your torso bare save for the bindings you always wore. Sawyer relaxed for a moment before he took note of your ribs, black and blue bruising rippling up both sides. Save for that, though, and other bruising and – Gods forbid, handprints – you honestly didn’t look too terrible.

He brushed your bangs away from your face, tilting your chin up so he could assess the damage. “Have you tried mending yourself?”

You sighed, sounding almost disappointed in yourself. “No. I’ve never tried that, but it won’t work, anyway. I tried to mend Anya’s arm after it got dislocated, but it didn’t work. I’m either terrible with my signet, or the injury was too bad, or–”

He cut you off before you could delve deeper into self-doubt. “No,” he assured you, taking a wet rag and wiping the blood on your chin. “They tampered with your water. It’s supposed to dull your signet and cut you off from your dragon to feel more realistic.”

Your lips formed an O in realization. “So that’s why I couldn’t feel Cridhe,” you mumbled, hissing in pain once he actually touched your lip. “I got worried there for a while.”

He nodded, ducking his head lower to check the area around your neck. There was an angry red line around your throat; someone had tried to choke you, he assumed. Bastard.

“I know,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. “When they took me, the serum didn’t wear off for about a day. I thought Sliseag randomly chose to hate me or something.”

The aforementioned scoffed softly. As if, Ashling, he muttered. I didn’t choose you just to leave you behind.

The words warmed Sawyer’s heart long enough that your silence didn’t bother him for the next few minutes while he looked you over.

He only paused when you spoke softly, your voice faint. “I…think I have a concussion,” you mumble. “The light hurts, and I’m dizzy.”

A tight-lipped smile fought its way onto Sawyer’s face. “Trust you to diagnose yourself barely an hour after it happens.”

You don’t respond, prompting Sawyer to lean back up and look into your eyes. Sure enough, your pupils were unfocused and exhausted. Smart girl.

He opened his mouth to make another little quip, only for it to die on his tongue once you leaned into his side.

“Tired?” he prompted you gently. A soft hum from you confirmed his suspicions, and he hesitated for a moment before relenting. He could carry you to Nolan or a healer in the morning, after you slept the night away.

He looked away for a moment, and you had somehow managed to snag a random shirt off his floor and slip it on. His eyes softened, and he reached over to help you out of your pants and under his covers. You looked so���unusually small in his bed, curled in on yourself like a flower without the sun to warm it. He didn’t even bother to change out of his uniform, opting to kick off his boots and leave himself in his undershirt as he settled next to you. You slowly unfurled from your tense position and rested your head on his chest. Pure bliss.

You both lay there in silence for what seemed like hours before Sawyer found his voice again, feeling weirdly sentimental. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and assume you don’t want to talk about it.”

Your silence was an answer enough.

“Thought so,” he murmured. “That’s okay. We don’t have to. Just…I hope you know that I’ll never let that happen to you when the time comes. Whoever it was, they’d have to kill me first to get to you.”

More silence from you. Sawyer thought for a moment that you fell asleep, but his eyes popped back open once he heard your weary voice.

“Sawyer?”

“Yes, darling?”

A beat. Two beats.

“Thank you for this. I didn’t want to be anywhere besides here.”

…You don’t have to thank me, he thinks, a pained smile tugging at his mouth. I’d do anything and more for you, anyway.

[lovecomedy]

If you need any convincing that Noel and Liam Gallagher are incestuous freaks (affectionate), here's the basic information you need

First of all. The kisses

Loch Lomond kiss, where they just... made out on stage in front of cameras. Cool. There's a gif with every photo from every angle.

Another kiss, this time in Japan. Here's the actual video.

And here's the same video but together with nice quotes from their 2016 documentary:

Here's a 2005 award event where they kiss again and also look quite in love

And here's Liam straight up groping Noel during concerts:

General stage antics and more groping:

Just one more groping

Ok. Let's talk about the music, then

Oasis has a song that Noel wrote called "My Sister Lover". The title speaks for itself, really. It includes amazing lyrics such as "You're my lover, I'm your brother"

But there's more! Noel used the same chorus of this song (with different lyrics) for a song he released in his solo album, 20 years later. It's called "Lock All the Doors". The very first line says: "She wore a star-shaped tambourine, prettiest girl I’d ever seen". And guess... guess who famously played a star-shaped tambourine? Liam! And Noel was the one that gifted him the fucking tambourine!!

Liam wrote a song for Oasis called Guess God Thinks I'm Abel

I'll just link everything that's been said about this song, because it really is batshit insane that this song exists

(It's common in the north of England to refer to things and people as "our". When either Liam or Noel say "our kid", they're talking about each other)

Liam has the tendency of thinking every song Noel writes is about him, including the love songs

Here he says "I'm his muse", along with some other interesting quotes

Ok, now we're on to suspicious quotes!

They had sex last night, according to Liam

This one is my favorite:

Of course this one is just all the weird quotes jammed in one post, you can feel yourself going crazy as you read it

Noel assures us that Liam knows about his arse

Other people confirming that they act like a couple. And them being fucking weird about each other’s marriages.

This one has Noel saying Liam is deeply in love with him. At the bottom, Liam's tweet.

Actually Liam always tweets things that basically confirm they're relationship. Like when somebody asked him if he ever rimmed Noel. Yeah.

This radio interview is where the most lovely quotes come from. Only Noel was supposed to be interviewed but then they both showed up PISSED DRUNK. Transcription in the same post

Even More weird quotes

This one involves the word impregnate

Noel making a suspicious comment about his daughter and son, Anais and Donovan

I think to be convinced you really just need that, but I'd like to add some niceties.

Just genuinely enjoying each other’s company

This is from the Oasis; 10 Minutes Of Noise and Confusion documentary. As Noel is kissing Liam's cheek, Liam is saying "He’s a fucking cunt and I hate him and I love him and he twists my melon, man. He’s the best songwriter in the fucking world.”

Some sweet quotes, and some less sweet ones as well

From the Supersonic documentary

Hugging after playing football

Just being silly

To finish off, two wonderful video edits with endearing moments

[oacest]

My thoughts on the audio are that I genuinely cannot come up with a sane explanation. I don't think Liam was necessarily in the studio but he has to be talking about him, right? Like IDK there was some visual effect or whatever, literally who else could be the cunt Noel doesn't want to see. Beyond which I am not a proper scholar so please let me know if I'm way off base but I have an extended divorce theory that goes:

2009: Breakup, they're both big mad for a minute

201?-2012: They are texting and like, sending their kids to the same school. possibly the most normal they've ever been.

2013-2015: Liam blows his entire life up and is extremely sad about the consequences of his own actions. I saw actual video footage of Noel saying that he's shocked beady eye broke up and he's actually sweet about it and tells Liam not to give up? who is this man. anyway while Liam will later claim Noel wasn't there for him during the divorce but as a general rule they're much nicer about each other when they're divorcing other people. this is where I become extremely conspiratorial because at some point they had to get the documentary off the ground and a second, more personal breakup is clearly going down around this time. I believe in their ability to deeply wound each other by playing cryptic telephone through the press but I think it genuinely makes more sense if they were actually talking, perhaps about a potential reunion.

2016-2020: supersonic documentary and also (coincidentally?) the apocalypse. Liam launches his solo career, Noel hates it and is pretty relentlessly mean about it and about Liam more generally. we are gearing up for the kind of tweeting/podcast commenting where you call your brother your ex-wife. I think this is also when Noel decides to drag Molly into it for some reason. Liam says publicly that he thinks Noel was waiting for him to hit rock bottom so he could be magnanimous about saving him. whether he thinks this because of something concrete noel did or said or because he's liam is a mystery. the Anais incident goes down, the vogue article comes out. we are never ever getting back together for real this time. noel says a bunch of normal and well adjusted stuff about how he wants Liam to die in a self driving car crash with Donald Trump and seeing his face makes him want to shoot up a MacDonalds.

2020-2022: the pandemic saves oasis. I'm serious. they're both stuck sitting at home with nothing to distract them from themselves and think of brighter days. apparently being trapped in a house with noel is genuinely so unbearable that Sara calls it quits (in the matter of Sara v. Noel I'm on her side). presumably this was cause for at least some self reflection. divorce is a lonely and difficult experience, sara and liam seem to legit hate each other in a way that would be a barrier to reconciliation (in the matter of Sara v. Liam I am also on her side but less so bcs she didn't get trapped in a house with him). at the same time Liam pulls off Knebworth 2022, demonstrating he can handle big events without headcasing (and without noel, and he will be doing those big events solo or otherwise). at this point I genuinely think it was just a matter of time before we were back, baybeee! let's hope they can keep it together.

bro your brain is so huge and deeply wrinkled, profoundly agree with all of this. why you on anon when your opinions are so correct and you could be sharing them with us directly tbh 👀.

but yeah, 100% covid saved oasis lmao. noel's divorce saved oasis. noel's miserable midlife crisis (ongoing) saved oasis 🥰🥰🥰. and it juuuuuust really seems like all those insane highs and lows that went on publicly in the media between them over the years probably, or at least quite possibly, had irl personal catalysts rather than just a general holdover of ill will from the 2000s. there are so many random little times one or both of them casually mentioned they were in contact, and any one of those instances can be disregarded, but when considered in retrospect from a collective standpoint..... AWFULLY DAMNING!!!

lots more to say about all of this actually, every point you've made is legit af and could be expounded upon for a hundred years, but it's midnight and im coming down with a flu (punishment for some kind of hubris im sure), so. thank you for all of this and goodnight 🙏

[theficpusher]

Chasing Feelings by Neondiamond | M | 20029 When homicide detective Louis Tomlinson first gets assigned to work with detective Harry Styles, the newest addition to the Doncaster police station, on the biggest case of his career, he’s less than enthused about it. There’s a serial killer on the loose, and Louis has no time to waste working with a newbie, despite how attracted his inner Alpha may be to Harry’s sweet scent. Along the way, he finds he may have been too quick to judge the Omega.

Into This Mess by crimsontheory | E | 20561 The first day of Louis’ promotion is going well, far better than he expected. That is until his new partner shows up, who just so happens to be the guy who stumbled half-dressed out of his flat that same morning. Or the enemies to lovers detective AU.

a long way down (to the bottom of the river) by MediaWhore | M | 24184 “Most people would call Harry silly for believing in curses. Childish would also be a probable insult thrown his way. In their little town full of little people, Harry’s whimsical nature and beliefs mean that he’s subjected to frequent judgemental looks and whispers. It doesn’t usually bother him. Most people don’t know about the magic thrumming through his veins or about how powerful words can truly be. Most people don’t carry around their ancestors grief like a burden. They don’t have to pay for deeds hundreds of years old like Harry and his family have. They get to love freely without fear. Harry and his kin aren’t so lucky.” a practical magic au in which Harry and his sister accidentally kill her abusive boyfriend with magic and Louis is the D.I working the case.

A Study in Love by Rearviewdreamer | M | 24307 Louis knows everything about everyone which has put him at a great and weird advantage over nearly all of them since the very beginning. He can solve any puzzle before most people know where to begin. He is rarely perplexed, mistaken, or wrong, and obviously, Louis is never ever surprised. And yet, his new flatmate after a very long string of failed ones has Louis questioning how he ever did any of it without him.

Catching a Partner by berzerkshires | M | 24936 This documentary follows the story of two people who fell in love in the last place you'd expect. Louis is a detective at the Boston Police Department investigating a trail of recent murders. Harry is the latest victim who survived an attempted murder and is sent to live at a safe house with Detective Tomlinson as the killer is still at large. This is their story.

i've heard it both ways by vintagehistories | E | 26331 “I, uh.” Harry is scrambling, trying to think of something believable on the spot. He remembers the woman from reception and her phone call and says the only thing he can think of. “I’m a psychic.” Everyone stills. Zayn laughs, Detective Edwards looks confused, and the officer holding the door open looks mildly frightened. “A psychic?” Zayn gets out between his laughs. “I’ve heard it all. You’re definitely spending the night in the holding cell now. You’re wasting all of our time here.” an au based on the tv show psych where harry is shawn, louis is jules, liam is gus, niall is mcnabb, and zayn is lassie.

When Darkness Strikes by he_wants_to_write | E | 58766 Private Investigator Harry Styles is called to help solve a brutal homicide case in a small town by the North of England. There, he stumbles upon Detective Louis Tomlinson, and although their personalities crash and dark mysteries haunt their circumstances, the pair does have one thing in common; the will to catch the responsible behind the murder. Or, the suspenseful, thrilling Enemies to Lovers that evolves more than romance and slow burn.

technicolor by creamcoffeelou | E | 81386 When the small town of Twin Lakes begins experiencing a string of serial murders, a team of detectives is called in to help. Louis is the head of the team and meets a hard-headed psychic who everyone else seems to believe is the one who will solve the case. Louis isn't so sure. OR The slow-burn, hate-to-love, crime au where Harry is a psychic, Louis is a detective, and the world is against them.

Where you'd rather be by Itsmotivatingcara | M | 103456 Louis runs the best Canine Search and Rescue school in Augusta, Maine, one that trains dogs to track missing persons. He lives an idyllic life on Togus Pond where he's built his career from the ground up. He has everything he could ever want, a beautiful home, friends he adores and a dog that aids his students in their training. Romantic entanglements have never been high up on his list of priorities. That is, until he stumbles across a body in the woods. A woman was brutally murdered and dumped on his doorstep. It doesn't help that the Detective on the case happens to be devilishly handsome and just the right amount of broody. Detective Harry styles has a murder to solve, he's just gotten out of a long-term relationship and he's certainly not looking for another. Regardless of whether the man who run's the SAR unit's blue eyes sparkle with promise and a sense of belonging. Something he may or may not have been searching for all his life. Or Detective - Search and Rescue AU

[leaawrites]

Gurllll drop the Noel fic rn pleeaaassseeee I need it I’ll even bark for it wroof wroof wroof ggrrrr

Willing

Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: in which, she's willing to go through things, he never thought anyone would wanna go through for him.

Warnings: this is pure fiction, age gap, there is a child involved in all of this, (really) bad accents

Wordcount: 1.1k

Notes: I am halfly scared of you, anon, and halfly you are just comedy gold and I love you. If you want more Noel fics, send request if you have any and I'll try to work through them as quick as possible. (Liam or Damon as well.)

Masterlist

The little pads on the wooden floor woke her before she heard the little whimpers coming from beside the bed. With eyes closed she listened to the footsteps and the creek of the door as it opened like it always does, the quiet of the night making it grow louder than normally.

Opening her eyes with it, she saw the little girl pouting at her, with her bottom lip covering half her chin and streaks of tears running down from her eyes and onto the little flowered pyjama she was put into before bed. Purple flowers now seeming dark blue or even black.

“Hey, baby,” the woman cooed, sitting up and taking the small hands that were outstretched her way to pull her up into her arms. Slowly slipping out from under Noel’s arm that previously was lazily laying over her waist with a gentle grip on her skin. The spot where it laid being squeezed whenever something happened in his fantasy world to make sure she was still by his side. “What’s wrong?”

She couldn’t yet properly talk, only point and cry and whimper. Incoherent words lapping over unidentifiable sounds and morphing into a strange mix of gibberish and English those around her tried to understand. That were the only ways of how she could survive in this world. This world of monsters under beds and empty plates.

The child stopped crying at the attention, but her eyes were red and hurting. She tried keeping them close to keep the pain away but it didn’t help, it still hurt her no matter how hard she squinted her blue eyes shut. Putting one hand on her little stomach she tried making her understand. More whimpers leaving her mouth, more pain entering her eyes.

“Hun’ry,” she slurred with a tired voice, though Y/n knew that the moment she’d put the lights on that child would be wide awake.

Nuzzling her head against Y/n’s neck, wetting her skin with tears and salvia, chewing on the fabric of the white top, the small pleads for food were muffled now. Only heard as a hint for the woman to know what she wanted. Her small blue eyes were watching the man laying in bed disappear into the shades of the night until his silhouette was fully gone and replaced by a door, which was moving up and down as the little girl was being bounced on Y/n’s hip to calm her down, making her go quiet and not wake Noel, who was still sound asleep, in bed.

“Mama didn’t fed you right, huh?” she asked as she sat her down on the counter and started heating up the milk that was stored in the fridge. “You were already asleep as I got here, I couldn’t look after you as she brought you over.”

The baby laughed looking at the now pouting face of the older girl. Her eyes drifting over to the microwave and how the bottle inside of it turned in circles like a carousel they were on at the Christmas market a few months prior. The low humming sound filled the room, making the silence seem less foreign. Usually the house was filled with music and talking and laughter. Only after midnight it got quiet for once.

“I never thought I’d find myself here, with a baby and in love with a man 20 years older than myself. You’re not my baby, but I still wouldn’t trade you for the world. Neither would your daddy, you understand that? You are so loved, no matter what happens back at you mother’s place, alright?” She leaned closer, watching the girl’s pupils widen with every word, taking them in and saving them somewhere far away in the back of her mind so she could remember them even in years time. She wasn’t sure if the words reached anyone, but at least they reached herself. “You are not defined by the people you are made up from.”

The microwave dinged and the girl laughed as she felt tickles on her feet.

“I love you so much.” With a kiss on her head, the little girl was left sitting in admiration and hunger. Taking the milk, now warm and good for her to drink, out of the microwave, she turned around again, starting to fed the baby how it was supposed to be.

When she still pouted at her after getting her food, Y/n looked at her in a jokingly annoyed way. Scoffing and tsking her in playful admonition. “What do say, do you wanna sleep in a bed with me and daddy?”

At the furiously nodding head of the 2 year old in her arms, Y/n started laughing quietly. Turning around as the little girl was stretching out her arms towards the bedroom, assuming she already knew who was waiting, Y/n didn’t expect Noel leaning against the doorway, watching the pair with a content smile on his face. A little startled at the sudden figure in front of her, Y/n breathed in sharply, holding her chest as she recognized him.

“Shouldn’t you be sleepin’, little one?” He asked, taking the baby from her arms, as she nearly wiggled herself out from Y/n’s hold on her. “As should you.” His eyes were now focused on Y/n as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“You don’t expect me to let my favourite human being starve, do you?” She pouted at him, as did the little girl in his arms.

“Now you both look dissapoint’d a’ me, how you expect me to sleep well with that though’?”

“Hold us close and we might forgive you,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder and stepping closer.

“What a terrible terrible punishment,” he mumbled, leaning closer and kissing her lips, his hand lingering in her waist.

“Let’s get back to sleep, huh?” Y/n proposed, looking up at him and then to the girl, stroking her cheek as she was sound asleep against Noel’s shoulder.

Without an answer, he took her hand in his and guided her towards the bedroom, shutting off the lights in the process. Both laid on their respective sides, turned to each other, the child in their middle, softly watching her breath in and out, a sweet look in both their eyes. His one hand moved from moving the hair out of the child’s face to holding Y/n closer, while his other hand was held tightly by his daughter.

“I never thought anyone would actually be willing to go through all this,” he confessed into the night, making her eyes fly from the child’s face to his, watching her already.

“You don’t even know what I’d be willing to go through for you,” she confessed alongside him.

It was the truth though, no matter how silly it might sound. She loved him in a way she couldn’t possibly explain to anyone who has never gone through love like this.

[andreafmn]

12 Days of Ficmas ❅ Day 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine,” Ian groaned. “Just hurry up.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ian, did she eat something?” 

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

“Alright, thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, (Y/N),” they chorused back. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And they will, but…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[m4ndysk4nkovich]

trauma is an explanation, not an excuse.

this is something i find myself thinking frequently whenever i look through what people have to say about fiona gallagher, or even what the writers of shameless have to say about fiona gallagher.

i think that a lot of the behaviors fiona exhibits throughout her run on the show make a lot of sense when you consider what she endured growing up.

growing up for her, it was about survival. it was about keeping her baby brothers (and eventually, debbie, carl, and liam, too) from freezing to death and about making sure her parents hadn’t overdosed. she was never worried about some of the things her younger siblings (such as debbie) worried about, which caused a strain in her relationships with them.

fiona grew up never putting herself first. she was a victim, but was never treated as one. her parents left all responsibility in her hands, and she was still just viewed as a help rather than a mother.

speaking of this ^ frank’s first line regarding fiona was calling her a huge help, and his last was telling her that she just helped. frank’s monologue from the pilot ended up being one of the most important scenes in the entire show (which i will discuss later).

after years of going without recognition, she starts to change. she starts to crave it. does this happen before the show starts or during it, i don’t know. in season two, debbie points out how fiona always makes everything about herself (which of course, debbie was criticized for). i think that debbie was right. in this case, i’d say that fiona making everything about herself is more her taking the responsibility over everything, because that’s all she knows. she thinks that she can handle everything because she’s been doing it since she was in kindergarten.

in season three, she actually gets guardianship of her five siblings, which is pretty big. she had even tried to adopt them all. so basically, she was seriously taking all of the responsibility. she even told jimmy-steve that these kids were her life. and they were.

then, she got caught up in work and life happened, liam ended up overdosing (because of her) and everything fell apart. this is where we were truly introduced to the fiona we know.

she had already been refusing to take responsibility in the first episode of season four (with ian), but by the time that lip starts to act cold towards her because of liam’s accident she begins to refuse to take any accountability at all. she claims to not be guilty, but she was. she was in charge of him, she left an open bag of coke out and liam got into it. she was guilty.

as the seasons go by, she falls deeper into this victim complex, and then in season seven, she straight up starts telling debbie and carl that she will not support them and that they need to pay rent. she tells them to put her on the bottom of their emergency contact lists. why is this an issue, you may be asking? because she was legal guardian. the only other person taking care of them was frank and if you want to know why frank couldn’t be it, think back to season seven frank (he had a whole new family, for starters).

that is child neglect. you can phrase it however you want to try to make it better, but in the end, that was child neglect, nothing more, nothing less.

in season seven, fiona is twenty-six. debbie is sixteen (with a baby) and carl is fifteen at that point, it doesn’t matter what they did, get pregnant, start dealing, whatever, they’re her kids. she signed up for it so she doesn’t get to act like she didn’t.

in season seven, debbie’s child is almost taken away from her and she asks fiona to help her get a marriage license so that she won’t lose franny. fiona says yes, but when debbie asks her to do it (and mind you, it was urgent, franny ended up being taken- just not by dcfs), fiona screams and says not everything is about debbie. she’s right! it was about franny. yes, debbie approached the situation wrongly but if you were sixteen and you were about to lose your kid you’d be that way too.

later in that season, when fiona finds out debbie’s child is home and safe, she gets irritated that she wasn’t the one to save franny.

is this because of her victim complex or her hero complex? is it maybe envy, envy of monica, who has never acted like a mother towards debbie, yet won her over that easily? i don’t know.

my issue with a lot of fiona fans is that whenever fiona is criticized, on screen or off screen, they use her raising five kids as the ultimate excuse. no matter what. even if she’s in the wrong, it’s all, she raised five kids!

i hate to be the one to say this, but being the oldest, it’s weird how people excuse her actions more than anybody else’s. out of all of the siblings, she’s the only one who we only ever saw as an adult. fiona was twenty-one in season one, and twenty-eight in season nine. she’s been a grown ass adult, she should be held accountable and should take accountability. lip, ian, debbie, carl, and liam all deserve the benefit of the doubt in some situations when they were younger, she doesn’t. she was still young, yes, when you’re in your twenties you can’t be expected to act fourty, i get it, but it’s still odd how babied she can be.

i’m not saying i don’t think that fiona should get any passes, or that i don’t think that fiona did it all, because she did. i excuse a lot of her actions, but not everything. it kind of diminishes her entire character if you excuse and twist every little thing about her.

the reality of it is, she is not a good person. neither are lip, ian, debbie, carl, and maybe even liam, eventually. one of the many points of the show is that they all just kinda… suck. they aren’t necessarily bad people, but good people? angels? no. and that’s why i hate it so much when frank, fiona, lip, and even ian (who’s one of my favorites) get defended for everything. it kind of defeats the purpose, they are shitty, they can do shitty things and still be good characters (not frank though lol); and the same thing applies but reversed, when characters like debbie, who was a kid in almost every season, get held accountable and shit on for every little thing, it ruins the character. you can’t see the good in her or see the impact her decisions actually make because you’re busy viewing her as this monster (when the monster in question is just a teenage girl).

even then, frank’s actions can’t all be excused by being abused as a child, fiona’s actions can’t all be excused by raising five kids, lip’s actions can’t all be excused by his childhood/addiction, ian’s actions can’t all be excused by his illness and debbie, carl, and liam’s. actions can’t all be excused by their age. the actions can somewhat be excused in some scenarios, but it isn’t like enduring trauma is a get-out-of-jail-free card for everything.

[zer0-devoox]

My opinion of the ending of Murder Drones (which no one asked for but screw you)

Ugh... Okay, I've been putting off this post for a while, but here it is. I've heard many mixed opinions, "that it was a rushed ending" "that it was the best ending of the animation" and blah blah, well, this is my opinion.

It was... An ending.

X: Lmao, of course it was an ending girl, explain yourself

What I want to say is that we need to put ourselves in context a little, look people. Reality is what it is, Murder drones it was. A. Experiment. Those at Glich told Liam that they will develop the story in eight chapters to see how the project fares, and in the first chapters it looked as if they had a second season planned, only then the amazing digital circus arrived and even though it hurts...

AND NOT! I don't want to say that it's THADC's fault, much less @gooseworx I'm a follower of that series, I love the concept and I wish both series could have forty seasons as far as I'm concerned, but unfortunately, we're not Netflix, we're not Disney ( Thank God)

There were good parts and bad parts, scenes that I loved like N and Uzi formalizing their relationship in some strange way (although I wanted a kiss) and also really scary scenes, like Cyn giving Tessa's voice, and without going any further I am traumatized with a incoming call.

---Were there things to improve/that I didn't like?

Of course yes, for example the climax, yes, yes, I see people saying that Cyn was nerfed but that we are going to make the difficulty of creating such powerful characters, I guess.

One thing that bothered me was the treatment of other characters other than N or Uzi, for example Khan, Nori, or any other sequence, the one that annoys me the most, Lizzy, who is not a character I like, in fact I hate her, but at the very least he could have received SOME consequence for his actions, someone will come out and say that he had his development in the dance chapter, but I don't see it that way, I don't know, say you.

O thad who is top best characters and I love him

--DON'T MAKE ME TALK ABOUT J PLIS---

And what hurts me the most... V

What? Did you think I wasn't even going to talk about her? Well you're wrong!

I feel like the series struggled a lot to develop N and Uzi individually while also developing their relationship, but speaking of V... His development fell short.

I don't want to go on for too long (if you want a deeper analysis of the character, tell me and I'll do it) V had a very serious change from his personality in the mansion to the beginning of everything that happened in Cooper 9, becoming someone more sadistic and aggressive Since murder was her "job" in chapter eight we found out that she knew that Tessa was Cyn, but she was under changate (practically she and N each had a rifle in their heads, for God's sake)

The first time I saw the scene where V tearfully confesses everything to N, it broke me, I admit. But in retrospect, I feel like it wasn't enough. It was good to show the sensitive side of V that we were seeing through the impenetrable diva mask, but she herself tells Cyn that she "still can" which doesn't convince me.

I loved chapter six, it's simply one of my favorites, because with all the reasons to leave Uzi where Alice had them, he chose to save her.

Damn!

He defended her to tooth and nail, he seemed like a beast with -Tessa- and with N, he literally didn't want anyone to touch Uzi because she was hurt, without going any further

his damn last words were for her!

I loved that scene because literally and symbolically V took a step forward to break the block of ice that the two of they had placed in front of each other since chapter two, this is when V first calls her by her name, not cyn, not purple thing, not parasite... Uzi, just that.

And it bothers me that this was completely ignored in chapter eight (I mean, not completely but it was not given the value it deserved) From the bottom of my heart I would have wanted V to apologize to Uzi for everything he had done, for Uzi to somehow thank her and also apologize (because Uzi also almost killed her)

I know that neither of the two characters are the most emotional thing in the world, but I only ask for three dialogues, not a kiss and an emotional thirty-minute speech (which wouldn't have been bad either)

And spoken of the devil... The time

raised the hand who imagined that chapter eight would last (minimum) an hour. Because im yes, I feel that the ending was rushed, don't get me wrong, the final fight was beautiful, with framing shots and very very epic with the background theme. But, I don't know. I think that another ten minutes just to complete the developments, explain the unresolved doubts and give seriousness to some things was worth it (*cough, cough* Doll)

Anyway, this post already seems like a Twitter statement...

I love murder drones.

there isn't a joke that doesn't make me laugh or an emotional scene that doesn't make me cry, I wish with all my might for a second season of this series so much. potential, but it is what it is.

Anyway, I have a little faith in a spin-off or a continuation in some way because of the fucking open ending, nothing and no one is going to stop me from continuing to love these schizophrenic robots, or from continuing to ship my weird ships, far from it. to play eternal dreams at the faculty parties.

Leave your opinions in the comments or reblogs, I'll be reading them! And if you want V's analysis, say so! maybe we could reach 200 notes?? Who knows? Bey-bey devils don't get lost.

[underatedwords]

notes from fp2 - mexico

pirelli tyre test

this session has been given to pirelli to test the prototypes for next years tyres

drivers will have a set run plan, where they alternate between test tyres and baseline, control tyres, from this season

pirelli are looking at introducing an extra tyre next year, a C6 compound

they start by doing performance runs on 20kg of fuel, then do long runs with a full tank of 100kg

the session has been extended by 30mins so those who had a rookie in their seat in fp1 get adequate practice time

track action

the high altitude makes its harder to cool the engine, but also causes less load which makes it harder to get the tyres up to temperature

alex spent the whole session in the garage having his car repaired after his earlier crash - damage is extensive, having his engine, gearbox, front and rear wings replaced as well as much of the electrics

yellow flag briefly at the start of the session, pierre went off and over onto the runoff at t1

both redbull drivers reporting that their brake pedals feel 'a bit stiff' or that they 'didn't work at all'

red flag 12 minutes in, george had a high impact crash into the barriers after bottoming out over the kerbs through t8, completely lost grip

session resumed after 24 minutes

oscar had a small snap into t3

lando sliding from the rear on his way into the stadium section

55minutes in, mv out for the rest of the session - the floor has been removed

zhou reporting that his 'engine is cutting' - could be caused by the altitude and the length of the main straight

george has major damage to his car and won't be returned to the garage until the end of the session - will need another chassis, but he will be sticking with the old spec rather opting to the upgrade

zhou was the first one finished with the tyres test so out on mediums, w abt 8mins to go - lando, alonso, lewis and charles all managed to get out but only for a couple of laps

most laps - zhou w/ 37

least laps - liam w/ 29, george and mv w/ 4

[swiftfootedachilles]

hiiii achilles!!!!!!! how are you today? i miss your gallavich hot takes so do you have something in mind? have a good day 🌷

well apparently my big gallavich hot take is them having a jewish wedding 😭

okay. hmmm, actual unpopular hot takes? i gotchu

i want more intersex headcanons (that are well-researched and not fetishizing intersex people!). i want more t4t mlm gallavich. and i DEFINITELY want more t4t trans!mickey nonbinary!ian gallavich. because amab people are just as transgender as anyone else even if they dont take hormones or drastically change their appearance or change their name. nonbinary people arent women lite and men lite, theyre nonbinary. and i think nonbinary!ian is so slay

ian does not enjoy bottoming. even when he consented to doing it with trevor, he didnt actually like it. he simply tolerated it

when staying with the gallaghers, ian and mickey are very brazen about their sex life and dont try to stay quiet or even close their door sometimes, BUT they wont fuck in common areas like the kitchen and living room unless it was on the couch and they were 1000% sure there was NO chance of any of the kids walking in on them. they wouldnt traumatize liam or franny like that (stfu s5 doesnt count bc they knew liam was too young to have memories yet 😭 (speaking of, why does nobody ever talk about the fact that liam was 2 years old for like 3 whole years 😭😭))

their "security" business as it is in the finale isnt very sustainable. it literally started as money laundering, and ian didnt know. i think he eventually finds out by accident thru kev or vee what mickeys original "security business" plan was, and he gets super pissed. but i think they could very easily turn it into a legal business. we see them starting to do that, by working with real dispensaries instead of the shady illegal one kev and vee have in the bar. nevertheless, id like to read more future fics where they grow or adapt the business, and even move on to a new business altogether! theyre not exactly the career-having type. i think change over time actually helps stabilize them

THEY NEED TO PAINT THAT FUCKING AMBULANCE. ITS STOLEN. WHY DONT THEY EVER PAINT IT ALL BLACK OR SOMETHING?? WHERE DID THEY GET THE NEW PLATES. DID THEY EVEN CHANGE THE PLATES?? the s4 writers would never let a scam have so many plot holes 😔 they wouldve SHOWED us mickey and his brothers getting new plates for the truck

ian gets a tattoo for mickey. youre telling me that after the surprise anniversary party, you think ian WOULDNT get mickey somehow immortalized on his body? WRONG. he definitely does. i dont think its his name over his heart. maybe something small on his wrist? or M on his ring finger💜 thats a fav headcanon of mine

they dont start a family until close to 40. the longer theyre married, the more they realize they have to catch up on. learning to live together long-term, paying off debts and bills, moving, vacations, reconnecting with old friends and family, being there for liam where theu couldnt for their other siblings when they were liam's age, watching their nieces and nephews often to gain more caretaking and parenting skills, medical issues, family emergencies. theres just a lot that takes up their time, and they become very comfortable being two before they ever try to become three

they nonseriously say shit like "i want a divorce" but they NEVER mean it. even when one says it as a joke or like in s11e3, the other will ask "did you really mean that? do you really want a divorce? do you think we'll ever get one?" and they end up having a rare super serious heart-to-heart about it. about what they think the future might hold - or at least, what they want it to hold. the longer they are with each other the more stable their relationship becomes. bickering is less common, big fights are less explosive and violent, and they learn to become comfortable with silence

[asmutwriter]

My Angel (Part 5)

DESCRIPTION: You introduce Steve into the new world he's walked himself into

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WARNINGS: brief talk of war, talk of food/eating, authoritive Steve, mildly bratty reader (not sexual), swearing, flirting, small talk of poverty

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SATURDAY

You hear the sound of the shower running. Furrowing your brow slightly at the confusion. You lived alone. Why was your shower on? Opening your eyes as your body remains under the thick blanket on your bed. Sitting up you look around your small room. The memories from yesterday coming back to you as your eyes fall onto the very neatly made sofa.

Steve. You sigh. Flicking the blanket from you. Stretching your arms above your head before standing. Going over to the set of drawers. Taking out some clean clothes. Hearing the shower turn off. Your eyes dart to the bathroom door before looking back at the sofa bed. Bed sofa. Whatever you want to describe it as. You get brought out of the daydream when you hear the door open.

He walks out. White muscle shirt on. Grey jogging bottoms. "You're awake". He sounds surprised. You give a nod. Standing as he walks past you. Taking your clothes into the bathroom and pushing the door shut.

"Not been awake long". You call through the wooden door. Starting to strip yourself from the fabric of your pyjamas.

"Did I wake you?"

"No" you call back through the door. Technically yes but you weren't going to tell him that. Quickly stripping your clothes off and replacing them with day clothes. Opening the door once you were changed. He looks at you. You chuck your clothes onto the floor. Watching as he distastefully watches you make a mess in your home. His eyes going back up to yours as you run a hand through your hair. Scratching the back of your head as you look around the small room.

"Don't let me stop you from doing what you would normally do on a Saturday" You shrug.

"I don't normally do anything. I live day by day. Surprised I've made it into another day of living to be honest". He nods slightly. Watching you. "I should probably go and try and earn some cash. Would you be happy staying here?" He looks around the small apartment. Giving a small nod before looking back at you. "I have a couple of books you can read". You motion to the pile of books by your nightstand. "They aren't exactly the most intriguing but they might tickle your fancy". He nods. Looking at the small pile of books you have on your nightstand.

"They might be better then the vegan recipe book you were reading yesterday". He gives a small chuckle at your remark. Turning back to face you. "I can try and bring back some more if you'd like?" He stands up. Going over and picking up one of the books.

"These will do for now. Thank you" He glances to you. Turning the book as he reads the blurb. You nod.

"I'll try and be quick" you smile. Going and grabbing your coat. He watches as you shut and lock the door behind you.

You go to a couple of places. Managing to swipe 3 wallets, a necklace and a watch today. You do what you usually do. Go to Liam's and see what he can offer you for them. Smiling as he holds the two items up. Eyeballing each one.

"Where did you swipe these?" He asks. Holding them up.

"I don't ask you questions. Don't ask me them". He laughs.

"I can give you 200"

"200?" you choke. You thought he'd say 150 or less knowing how much of a cheapskate he is. HE holds up the necklace.

"This is worth 200 on its own usually. Due to the questionable nature of you getting it I will sell it to you for cheaper". You hold your hand out. Letting him put the item into your palm. "Its a pretty item. Very pretty in fact". His eyes go to the item in your hand before looking back at you. "You should keep it. Wear it out on a girls night". You scoff.

"Where am I going to wear something like this?" He smiles at you. Watching as your eyes turn slightly sad. You wanted to keep it. Feel like a true lady. But the thick layer of grit on your nails contrasted the kind beauty of the item. Mentally shaking yourself before holding the item back to him. Letting him take it.

"You deserve nice things Mia". You scoff. Folding your arms over your torso.

"Give me my money Liam". He chuckles. Going inside his home. You look around. Two seconds later he opens the door again. Counting out a few notes making the 200 he promised. Handing it to you. You smile. Chucking them into your pocket.

"Do you want to come in for a bit?" You look at him. Then glance to the inside of his home. Remembering the man sat bored at your house you shake you head slightly.

"I can't today. I've got guests I'm hosting for. Sorry". You look back at him. A small smile coming over your lips. He nods. "I'll see you around though". You smile. Shoving your hands into your pocket as you make your way back home.

Unlocking the front door when you get there. Opening it. You frown slightly. Quiet. Empty. Locking the door again before turning around fully. "Steve?" You call out. Nothing. Your body going tense as you try to search for him in the small room. He was a tall man. He couldn't hide that easily.

"One second". You hear him call from the bathroom. Your shoulders drooping as the small amount of anxiety you had leaves your body. You give a small nod. Not that he could see it of course. You go over to your chest of drawers. Hiding the wallets and money under your clothes. You had yet to determine what kind of man Steve was. Although he knew you were a crook you didn't want to rub it in his face. Worried he'd either call the cops or steal the money for himself. Shutting the drawer quickly when you hear the toilet flush and the tap run before the door opens. "Didn't think you'd be back this early". You give a small chuckle.

"Work was good today. Easy. Managed to get off early". He nods. You look at the pile of books. One missing. Neatly placed on top of his makeshift bed. Small piece of scrap tissue sticking out the top. "How are you enjoying the book?" Walking past him. Shaking off your coat before hanging it over the back of your armchair.

"Its good". He moves. Going and sitting down onto his bed. Picking the book up. "I take it you enjoy romance novels?"

"That obvious huh?"

"It makes up about 90% of the pile". You scrunch your eyes shut.

"Sorry". He gives a small chuckle. Shaking his head slightly. "I've got a few crime thrillers too". He nods. Eyes on yours as you bring your hands down.

"I noticed them in the pile. This one caught my eye though". He picks up the book he was reading. You sit opposite him on your own bed. Holding a hand out. He passes it to you.

"Oh I love this one!" You smile. Even though you could probably quote this book at this point you still reread the blurb of the book. Handing it back to him as you smile. "If you like that one then..." you trail off. Standing up as you go over to a shelf in your room. Scanning the books before grabbing a handful of them down. Going over and placing them next to him. He half smiles. Looking at the sweet gesture. Starting to pick each one off the pile.

His stops in his motion. Eyes falling to a book. The front cover having a female soldier on the front. You motion with your hand. Sitting cross legged on your bed as he picks it up. "Oh that one might be my favourite". He looks at the cover. A look you can't figure out sitting in his eyes. But you continue talking.

"Its about the second world war. A female soldier falls in love with one of her fellow soldiers. Its typical romance but the twists in it are wonderful. Obviously it deals with the idea of grief and the gender inequality during the time period. If you can put up with the lovey side of it then it's worth the read". His eyes go over the cover. His finger coming up and gently stroking over the soldier picture on the front.

Your eyes go from his to his hands. Gentle fingers stroking over the image. "Did you have to leave behind a girlfriend when you left the army?" He looks up at you. Eyes going back down to the item. Being snapped out of the trance he was in. Looking up at you. "You said you were a soldier in the army. I assume you have or had a girlfriend that you had to leave behind when you came to the safe house". He remains unreading. A flash of something in his eyes. In a moment its gone.

"You sure do like asking a lot of questions don't you?"

"I just like being observant. That's all". He gives a small scoff. Shaking his head as he puts the book down. Leaning forward as his eyes meet yours.

"Stop asking questions". You tilt your head. Watching his eyes. Sad. Regret. You give a small nod. Taking in a breath as his eyes turn stern. Keeping on yours. You break eye contact with him. Looking downward.

"Sorry. You're completely right. Its none of my business". You whisper. He gives out a sigh. Looking downward.

"No. I'm sorry. You welcome a stranger into your home and I snap at you". You look back at him. His eyes go back to their usual soft self. Meeting yours once again. A small smile coming over his lips. "Have you eaten anything today?" You shake your head. He gives out a sigh. Going over to the small box with cans of food in. Kneeling down and taking out a couple of them.

"I'm not hungry"

"You need to eat something. I need to eat something". He reads the labels of your items. "You are aware that most of these cans are out of date?"

"Those are just precaution labels". He turns his body to face you. Reading the label before his gaze falls back to you.

"Best before 2nd November. 2009"

"Its tinned though! It can't go off. Tinned food doesn't go off".

"Its seven years after its best before date. I couple of months, even a year I could justify but seven?" He shakes his head. "Stand"

"Why?"

"We need to go and get you some food that was made this decade". You roll your eyes.

"You know I did manage to live before you got here and started bossing me around"

"And you'll live a lot longer if you eat actually decent food". He stands up. Taking your coat from where you'd dumped it on the chair. Holding it out to you. You fold your arms. Grumpily looking up at him. "Come on". You remain sat. He takes in a deep sigh. "I'll only get lost round here if you don't join me".

"Fine". Standing before him. "But we're using you money to buy it". He lets out a sigh. Resting his hands on hips after you take the coat from him and shrug it onto your shoulders. Flicking your hair from your clothes grasp as you do the buckle up. Going to your door and unlocking it. He grabs his cap and glasses. Placing them on as he follows you. Also chucking on a leather jacket.

You both start walking. Going for about 10 minutes before coming to a small corner store. Hopping inside you smile at the person behind the counter. A small woman. The stereotypical woman who owns a corner store. You give her a smile before going down the isles. Steve picks up a basket. Taking and looking at a variety of items. Spending a long time with them all before deciding whether to by it or not.

You watch him as he shops. Eyes focused on him as he carefully looks at each individual can and ready meal. You look at him. Then at the woman behind the counter. Hand going behind you as you grab a Wispa bar from the side. Pushing it up your hoodie sleeve. Turning back to face him. He doesn't seem to notice.

Instead he continues his shopping. Spending a little while in th shop before you follow him up to the counter. The silence staying strong as he gives a small smile to the woman. She smiles back. Scanning all the items before looking at you. "Chocolate bar" she taps the top of the counter. "Now".

"I don't understand" you fiend innocence.

"Girl. Now!" she says. "Or I will use gun". Steve's eyes widen slightly at the threat. Looking at you. You simply roll yours and pull out the two chocolate bars from your sleeve. Placing them onto the table.

"Really?" He says. Disbelief in his voice.

"Sorry. I can't help myself". He judges you. Hard. Although you cant see his eyes due to the dark shades. You can feel them. He turns his head back to the cashier.

"I apologise for her mistake". She shakes her head in disbelief.

"You are naughty girl". She says. Scanning the items. No. Scanning one of the items. You cock your head. Looking as she places them both into the bag.

"Wh-"

"You have handsome friend. Free chocolate for him. Not you". Your draw slacks. Steve tries his hardest to not laugh or anything. But you can see the grin starting to form on his lips. Giving the woman the money. Taking the bag as she gives him his change.

"You cheeky bitch!" You say to her. A smile on both your lips as he takes your wrist. Leading you out the building. She simply winks at you. Admiring your new roommate as you leave. You look at him. He drops your wrist once you exit. "I've gone to that shop for 3 years now! She has never once given me free shit"

"Maybe you should try not stealing from her. Then she'll give you free stuff"

"Or I should just get you to go in there more often". You mock. Nudging his arm as you keep up with his quick pace. He lets out a small chuckle. "Fancy banging a 50 year old woman for me so I can keep getting free crap?"

"If people give me free stuff then that's fine. I'm not going to try and swoon anyone so they give me it though"

"You can say fuck rather then swoon"

"I'd rather not". You laugh softly. His eyes focusing on everything as you walk. The drug dealer you pass. The prostitute who tries to make a move on him. The debatable 'hug' happening down the alleyway. You get home. Unlocking the door and letting him in. Shutting it again.

"You have a lot of crime around here". You nod. Placing the bag onto the counter side. Taking the items out and laying them before you.

"People stopped trying to be heroes here a long time ago". You take out your chocolate bar. Opening it and turning to him. Taking a bite from the sweet treat. "Not like the rich parts of the world with their Metal Boy or whatever he's called"

"Iron Man?"

"That's what I said". You take another bite. Speaking through a mouthful. Hand coming up to semi cover your mouth. Trying to get some form of decency as you speak. "We don't get the luxury of having superheroes on our doorsteps". He gives a small nod. You reach behind you. Taking his chocolate and handing it to him. He takes it from you. Resting it into his palm as he looks at it. You tilt your head to look out the window. Silence falling between you both

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You know what? 1 and 67 too, I wanna know the first and last f/os on that list >:3

1 is Kantera!! Oh I love him so bad

He’s so beautiful

I’m gonna skip meetings for now and go on to general things bc that seems the most fun rn

These two both deal with chronic fatigue, so they nap together a lot. One of them is always making sure the other isn’t burning himself out or pushing too hard. Could be 90 degrees out and they will still cuddle (it helps that I hc Kantera’s species as cold blooded though)

Kantera is caring for Liam a lot. Basically in terms of this game’s lore, Liam’s sort of in a weird state when it comes to the Nameless Town. Quick End Roll and self insert lore dump bc why not and I need to for my own stuff to make sense it is going to get dark because h that’s where my train of thought went Also spoilers for like the whole game but you figure this out pretty early on

The Nameless Town is part of the dreams of a boy named Russell Seager. Russell is facing a lifetime sentence for the murder of 8 people, but they make an offer to him to participate in the “happy dream” experiment, which manifests his memories of the people he killed into the towns, trying to teach him to feel remorse and “rehabilitate” him. Nearly every main character in town was murdered by Russell.

That’s where things get odd for Liam. He hadn’t gotten killed by Russell, or intentionally attacked, but Russell still feels the guilt for what happened to him. Russell is aware Liam is alive, though he doesn’t know for how long and if he’ll ever recover. So as the happy dream slowly warps due to his guilt and becomes much more sinister, Liam shows up less and less, the scars from his accident visible again. I think I’ve finally decided he does actually die at the end but that’s not important

As the dream begins to warp under the weight of Russell’s guilt, another unfortunate accident befalls Liam and puts him in the hospital, essentially just reminding Russell what he did without risking questions from the other dream inhabitants. It takes up a lot of Kantera’s time now, as he’s spending time at the hospital with him, caring for him and hoping he’ll get better.

Now we have 67! That’s Dale Vandermeer! I haven’t talked about him before. I haven’t played all the rusty lake games yet and the lore is a little confusing for me but I still love him for some reason tumblr won’t let me type under his pictures so he’s going to the bottom of the post now.

In this one, Liam is one of the Eilander family (iirc they’re canonically the hotel guests I haven’t thought about it in a while nobody fact check me I’ll cry). Dale, falling further into his research on the lake, visits the other locations around the lake, eventually stumbling across him. It’s very surreal and he’s not sure if he’s dreaming or hallucinating, but at this point nothing he’s seen is logical so he’s forced to believe it. Liam just sort of.. follows him around. It wants him to know what happened to the Eilanders, what happened to most of rusty lake. It grows attached, following along, though Dale can’t really make heads or tails of his vague mumbling.

[davinci-103]

Murder Drone Theories

Murder Drones is a series on YouTube made by Glitch productions and Liam Vickers and is currently my favorite series. With the new episode, Cabin Fever, I want to talk about my theories over murder drones. I've got my inspiration from the YouTubers Unhelpful Commentary, Tyromaniac and RemGames.

Many different systems are used to identify drones, murder drones, etc... here are the ones I know of:

Names. The most obvious one is that worker drones have given names to themselves (like Nori Doorman and Thad). I don't think that they had names when the humans were still alive on Copper 9, they probably started using names when quick communication was needed to escape from the disassembly drones and ideas of individuality started to form.

Planet naming. It is known that the planet where the worker drones live is called Copper 9. This name has two parts: "Copper", which refers to a metal and "9", which is a counting number. The full name, Copper 9, might refer to the ninth planet marked for mining copper. A less likely theory is that this is the ninth planet visited by the Copper team.

Worker Drone ID. At the time-stamp 9:19 of Heartbeat, you can see Uzi's teacher playing solitaire. If you look at the bottom-left corner you can see WDID: #2342. This is probably the name that is used for these drones before they were naming themselves. 2342 seems like a low number of worker drones given that at least nine planets have been visited and mined by drones before him. It is more likely to me that this is the 2342th worker drone on the planet Copper 9.

Designation. A murder drones designation consists of two parts: a single letter which is used for communication and a string of 1's and 0's with an x somewhere in the middle which is used for identification. Example are N-0X0010010 and S-010011X01.

Group ID. Each Murder drones group has their own group ID. These are written with the name of the administrator of the group first (like CYN and ISA) and then with four letters for which I don't know the meaning of. Examples of this are CYN-MYKX (with N, J and V) and ISA-MMAC (with S and others I don't know about).

Absolute Solver. The Absolute Solver program uses its own IDs for identifying its host. There are three-digit numbers. Known examples are 676 for J, 048 for Yeva (Doll's mother) and 002 for Nori (Uzi's mother). If Liam Vickers uses the same system as he used for his series Design, then that means that the first digit is used to identify the class. J and possibly all murder drones are then in sixth class, who are drones that are capable of producing poisonous substances, like nanite acid. The drones Yeva and Nori are in the zeroth class, who are known for matter distortion on the molecular level, we can see Doll doing this in episode three where she teleports and makes exact copies of knifes, which she probably got from her mother, Yeva. In episode four it is shown that the bugs also use this method of identifying drones and thus we can conclude that these bugs, or at least some of them, were made for the drones infected with absolute solver.

I think that these were all of them. If I missed one, please tell me.

I want to talk about the bugs a bit because no-one else will. There are robotic bugs that you can see frequently crawling around in various places in the series. Most of them are not cleaned, meaning that removing bugs from a place is part of cleaning a place. As shown in episode four, Cabin Fever, the purpose of some of these bugs are to help drones infected with the absolute solver virus. We can see some kind of emotion from these bugs like being afraid when Doll comes home, being surprised though I can't remember when and being grateful when Uzi repairs one. Further evidence for these emotions is the third option that a bug in episode four gave to Uzi, who was mistaken for 002 (Nori). The choice was to "end my suffering (promo discount expired)". The fact that it mentioned suffering means that the bug is at least capable of that emotion. What we so far know that the bugs can do is crawl on walls floors and ceilings and being able to chat with people. I can't make a good guess for what the purpose is for these bugs or why they exist in the first place.

My second theory is that Cyn has infected N, J and V with Absolute Solver while they were still in the haunted mansion. They were close to humans when becoming AS infected. These humans didn't execute them or used their normal method of getting rid of this infection, but they instead send them to Copper 9 after hearing that humans were wiped from that planet and that there is now no-one there to stop AS from spreading, possibly upon request from JC Jenson in spaaaaacee!!!!

This post is getting too long. Bye!

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Magic (2) Masterlist

part one

A Little Magical Assistance (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke, implied calum/ashton G, 9k

Summary: Luke has known for a while that there is someone in the school watching over him and performing silent spells on him so he doesn’t miss the bottom stair and land on his face or lean too far over a banister only to fall and break his neck. It took him longer than it probably should to work it out, and, actually, Luke doesn’t actually realise himself until Ashton points out bluntly that you can only do a trip-fall-sprawl without actually touching the floor a few times before it’s obvious someone has their wand pointed at you, and it’s not just Peeves being abnormally friendly.

And back (ao3) - wastedheartmuke michael/luke, calum/liam, ashton/ofc G, 33k

Summary: The day Luke got his tattoo was one of his favorites, he just never thought the day will come when it'll disappear.

another human punchline (ao3) - lucashemwow luke/ashton N/R, 21k

Summary: Luke just wishes he could outrun the demons that haunt him. Ashton just wishes someone would finally see him. The crumbling mansion at the edge of the woods just might be the only safe haven they've ever had.

Babylon (ao3) - MonsterAmongCashton (IfWallsCouldMuke) calum/ashton E, 6k

Summary: “I almost pity you,” Calum whispers back calmly. “Promising me things you can’t keep just to have me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Cally,” the nickname alone forces Calum to bite back a moan. “I’m here because of a broken promise. I do not wish to stoop that low.”

could end in burning flames or paradise (ao3) - merlypops luke/calum T, 1k

Summary: People want Luke dead but Calum would give up anything to keep him safe.

every little thing she does is magic (ao3) - merlypops michael/ashton E, 3k

Summary: Mike is trying to perform a ritual but Ash just wants to kiss her skin.

Give & Take (ao3) - Anonymous calum/ashton, ashton/oc M, 13k

Summary: Calum was unsure about a lot of things in his life. School, friendships, the like. What he didn't need, on top of all of that, was the new stresses that came with pack life, something that he had been thrown into with no warning.

And, for the cherry on top, his new alpha hated him with every fiber in his being. And Calum hadn't even done anything to the guy.

So, one could say, things were just peachy for Calum Hood.

give love a try (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke T, 9k

Summary: Luke wakes up in his bedroom, the one he's slept in for the majority of his life, only to meet himself from 2012.

And maybe Luke from 2012 teaches Luke from 2018 a little bit about love, and maybe Luke from 2018 opens his eyes and decides to face the fact that he really can't hide his love anymore.

How To Train Your Dragon (ao3) - JetBlackSunshine T, 68k

Summary: (5sos Hogwarts AU)

Keeping a baby dragon a secret in the halls of Hogwarts isn't easy...

In which Ashton and Calum come into the care of a dragons egg whilst keeping it a secret from the rest of Hogwarts and the dark forces that are after it.

i'll misbehave if it turns you on (ao3) - horriblekids michael/calum N/R, 18k

Summary: In which Calum is less than truthful with his band and may or may not have accidentally summoned a demon while drunk. Who, coincidentally, takes on the form of the person he wants most to sleep with.

It's Just A Bunch Of Hocus Pocus (ao3) - onceuponatime michael/calum, minor luke/ashton N/R, 10k

Summary: "Ashton’s grin spreads, almost splitting his face in half and Michael starts to feel a little afraid. “I dare you to break in to the old Hood house.”

Michael scoffs, standing from Luke’s lap and popping his spine. Breaking into the old Hood house isn’t that much of a dare. All the kids from Salem do it at least once, and Michael had his turn when he was like, ten. He’s a little disappointed in Ashton; he thought he could do better than that. He’s a little embarrassed for him, too, if he thought that going into that house would phase anyone over the age of twelve. “That’s it?” Michael asks, staring at Ashton with a dead expression.

“Ah, ah,” Ashton says with a glint in his eye. “You gotta break into the Hood house, and you have to video yourself lighting the Black Flame Candle.”"

Michael brings Calum back from hell as the result of a Halloween bet

I Want to Feel Your Love Like the Weather (ao3) - not_just_dreamers michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 3k

Summary: ' “Hmmm,” The boy continued to consider, now with a small smile on his face, “I’ll try a caramel tart then, if they’re good enough to steal.”

“Good man,” Calum grinned, ringing up his total and punching something else into the till, “Alright, that’ll be 50 cents.”

The boy frowned a little, “But it says-”

“I know what it says, I wrote the price cards. But you’re cute, and you looked like you were having a bad day, and I know if I’d left Michael to it he probably would’ve given it to you for free.” '

kiss you once now I can't leave (ao3) - ardenjames michael/luke G, 4k

Summary: harry potter au: Michael and Luke have been dancing around each other for years, but maybe it will take a love potion for Michael to finally admit her feelings for the Hufflepuff (featuring an excessive number of pickup lines and bad poetry).

Silver and Gold (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum, side luke/ashton E, 40k

Summary: Michael was convinced he was normal. Until, he realized that he was as far from normal as possible. Thrust into a world he'd been forced to forget with powers he doesn't want, Michael is forced to figure out that being the Savior isn't all its cracked up to be, especially when every creature he didn't know existed is counting on his to win a long fought war. But, with a cute , not entirely human boy and two kickass Valkyries, Michael might just be able to save the world and get the boy. (Considering people stop trying to kill him first.)

The Catch (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) michael/luke T, 6k

Summary: Michael Clifford, the town witch and most eligible bachelor, announces that he'll only date the person who manages to get the key from around his cat's neck. Luke Hemmings, the awkward local photographer, keeps accidentally running into the cat, even though he knows he has no chance with Michael.

The Colour Of Our Mood (ao3) - Maluminspace calum/ashton G, 7k

Summary: Ashton's tutoring the current Hogwarts golden boy in charms but ends up getting more than house points out of it.

[kingofangst]

6) Burn like a Mockingjay 15) Why am I unloved? and 32) The Other Side of Beacon Hills please

3 for the price of 1. Alright then this will be a long post😎😎

6) This one was inspired after I watched Catching Fire and Mockingjay. To create a Teen Wolf AU in a Hunger Games setting. Now there will be characters from Hunger Games since President Snow isn't a pathological liar like Gerard but is a mass murderer. It is a Thiam story too. Theo is from the Capitol and his family are loyal elites to President Snow. Liam is a tribute who happens to be forced to join the Hunger Games alongside female tribute Hayden. To make the game interesting and crush the rebellion, Gerard suggested to Snow and Heavensbee to make the 75th Annual Hunger Games a mixture of new tributes and tributes who won before for the sake of eliminating the uprising (and kill Katniss).

But when Theo sees Liam for the first time in the Capitol for the Quarter Quell, a fire burns inside of Theo. One that spreads it's wings like a Mockingjay, a bird he often hears about in secret. Liam is the arrow to his Mockingjay as the two cross paths at the Annual celebration, unaware of the tragic carnage that lies ahead.

15) For this particular one shot, it is in the same universe as Burn Like A Mockingjay. But it focuses on Nolan's pov and what he goes through. I am not sure about others but to me I felt like Nolan's parents weren't the best at taking care of him or his emotional well being hence his serious anxiety and insecurities from time to time. He was often neglected and abandoned. (Which is what makes me think how Monroe was so easily able to manipulate him at first)

In this AU, Nolan is from the Capitol and is the child and heir to his parents enormous fortune who couldn't care less about Nolan's well being or emotions as they spend their entire lives partying and living extravagant lifestyles. Because of this, Nolan felt unloved and unwanted by his parents. When his sweet grandmother dies to natural causes he is left at the behest of his parents servants and avoxes. From childhood to adolescence, Nolan was lonely and didn't make any friends at the Academy. He is at the bottom of the circle with love and social cues. This makes him go through a series of emotional traumas that often led to him feeling depressed. It isn't until Plutarch Heavensbee takes him under his wing and mentors him as the next gamemaker where he wants to know if he is loved. Until one day, the day of the tributes coming to the Capitol, he bumps into the boy he long had a crush on since he first saw him win his last Hunger Games, victor tribute of District 3 Brett Talbot.

32) I am actually still brainstorming this one but I do have plans to add canon events here considering Beacon Hills High was heavily focused for the main characters. This will focus mainly around Brett, Lori, and then OCs I will add as the series main characters alongside the other two and incorporate the environment of Devenford Prep. Since uniforms are the dress code, I will make it have an atmosphere of prestige and elitism too.

There will be snippets of Liam being in here too until he transfers as it will focus on Brett's and Liam's rivalry while at the same time focusing on Brett, Lori, and the OCs he surrounds himself with along with an additional plotline that will give Devenford Prep written screen time. One of the canon events that will kickstart the story in Brett's pov is Heather's disappearance by the Darach since I have a headcanon that Heather attends Devenford Prep since she was nowhere attending Beacon Hills being that she was Stiles's childhood friend.