#ch: young ian

[incorrect-outlander-quotes]

Young Ian: Sorry I got us into this, Uncle Jamie. I was useless out there. I didn't even get one punch in. Jamie: That's not true, lad. You hit me at one point.

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Other ways for your character to say I love you?

“And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What are all these kissings worth if thou kiss not me?” —Percy Bysshe Shelley, Love’s Philosophy

Be soft on someone - to love someone or like someone very much

“Be with me, darling, early and late.” —John Frederick Nims, Love Poem

Besotted - to be completely in love with someone and always thinking of them

Carry a torch for [someone] - to be in love with someone

“Clasp me close in your warm young arms, while the pale stars shine above, and we’ll live our whole young lives away in the joys of a living love.” —Ella Wheeler Wilcox, I Love You

“Come live with me, and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove.” —John Donne, The Bait

Dote on someone - to love someone completely and believe they are perfect

“Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I’ll not look for wine.” —Ben Jonson, Song: To Celia

"For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love [you]." —John Donne 1572–1631 English poet and divine: Songs and Sonnets ‘The Canonization’

Head over heels (in love) - completely in love

“I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. And it was only when I began to feel actual, physical pain every time you left the room that it finally dawned on me: I was in love, for the first time in my life. I knew it was hopeless, but that didn’t matter to me. And it’s not that I want to have you. All I want is to deserve you. Tell me what to do. Show me how to behave. I’ll do anything you say.” —Choderlos de Laclos, Dangerous Liaisons

“I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.” —A.S. Byatt, Possession

“I dreamed you bewitched me into bed and sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.” —Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

“I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” —W.B. Yeats, Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

“I have to tell you, there are times when the sun strikes me like a gong, and I remember everything, even your ears.” —Dorothea Grossman, I Have to Tell You

“I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century, to repeat to you once again my vow of eternal fidelity and everlasting love.” —Gabriel García Márquez, Love In The Time Of Cholera

“I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.” —Elizabeth Barrett Browning, How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways…

“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.” ―Margaret Atwood, Variation on the Word Sleep

“I'll help you hide the body, always.” ―Me (L. V.)

“I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.” ―Ian McEwan, Atonement

“If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I’d toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity.” ―Emily Dickinson, If You Were Coming in the Fall

"If I love you, what does that matter to you!" —Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 1749–1832 German poet, novelist, and dramatist: Wilhelm Meisters Lehrjahre (1795–6) bk. 4, ch. 9

"Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says: ‘I need you because I love you.’" —Erich Fromm 1900–80 American philosopher and psychologist: The Art of Loving (1956)

“In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” —Jane Austen, Pride And Prejudice

Infatuated with someone - having a very strong but not usually lasting feeling of love or attraction for someone

“It well may be that in a difficult hour, Pinned down by pain and moaning for release, Or nagged by want past resolution’s power, I might be driven to sell your love for peace, Or trade the memory of this night for food. It well may be. I do not think I would.” —Edna St. Vincent Millay, Love Is Not All

Live for someone - to have someone as the most important thing in your life

Lose your heart to someone - to fall in love with someone

Love me, love my dog - said to warn someone that if they want to be in a relationship with you, they must be willing to accept everything about you

Love someone to the moon and back - to love someone very much, usually used to tell someone how much you love them

“Oh plunge me deep in love – put out my senses, leave me deaf and blind, swept by the tempest of your love, a taper in a rushing wind.” —Sara Teasdale, I Am Not Yours

Steal someone's heart - if someone steals your heart, you start to love or like them very much

Sweep someone off their feet - to make someone become suddenly and completely in love with you

The apple of someone's eye - the person who someone loves most and is very proud of

The light of your life - the person you love most

“This poem is endless, the odds against us are endless, our chances of being alive together statistically nonexistent; still we have made it.” —Lisel Mueller, Alive Together

“Trees and seas have flown away, I call it loving you.” —Reginald Shepherd, You, Therefore

Worship the ground someone walks on - to love and admire someone very much

“You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.” —Arthur Conan Doyle, The White Company

“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.” —E.E. Cummings, I Carry Your Heart With Me

Sources: 1 2 3

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Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Life Is Strange (2015): Maxine, Chloe.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Batmeman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

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Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

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Ch. 02 - No Good Fridays

A/N: Even though the gif would've been perfect for the first chapter seeing as this happened in episode 1, I'll still use it because Jeremy's face is just perfect!

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Black!OFC

Warning(s): Follows the FX tv show, Shameless, viewer discretion be advised. Depictions of grooming as well as non-consensual acts being mentioned, depictions and ideations of suicide, depictions of drug and alcohol abuse, racial and homophobic slurs, mentions of CPS/CYS and foster care, depictions and mentions of consensual sexual acts, depictions of violence (gun and maybe gang), depictions of mental health, depictions of inherited addiction, and so much fucking more.

Synopsis: All Lip Gallagher ever had was family and despite the praise over his intellect, the health and wellbeing of his people were far more important than him furthering his education. Lecroy was a young girl destined to face abandonment until the Gallagher clan came through. Using her own skillset and connects to build a better life for those she loves, she ties Lip and his family to her hip.

Two of the greatest events in television history will broadcast tonight. One - The UFC pay-per-view and two - The Deadliest Catch Season Finale. Such a big event, that Frank went as far as trying to tie his soiled hair in a ponytail before meeting his little friends at the Alibi. Behind him, two cars pull in at the same time. Steve and Ian jump out the black BMW coupe with bags in their hands while Lecroy follows suit.

As the crew began to set up before the show, Lecroy's once relaxed posture turns fridged at the sight of Karen in the living room with Lip. Rather than greeting the boy, she walks past him and into the kitchen with Ian and Steve to grab the food.

"Burgers comin' through," Ian sings, leaving the kitchen. Fiona turns over her shoulder, "uh, Lip, napkins." Karen takes a step forward, "I can do it," but Lip was already ahead of her. "I got it," he shakes his head.

Fiona raises an interested eyebrow, studying the interaction. Wanting to test a theory, she watches as he goes for the kitchen as well, passing the only - other - positive woman in his life. "Hey, Peaches," he greets with a small smile.

However, he receives a rushed head nod and nothing else. Both of Fiona's eyebrows raise as she bites her bottom lip. Oh, great, a pissed off Murphy and a possibly puppy-eyed Lip, the eldest Gallagher huffs to herself.

"Only ketchup," Steve reads off the order. Debbie raises her hand, "me!" He then reads off the next one, "extra onions, jalapenos." V opens the front door, taking it, "me."

She climbs over the couch, landing beside Fiona just as Carl makes his way over. He tries to grab at her cookies only for her to pull it back, "uh-aht-aht, after you finish your shake and fries."

He sits back with a slight pout. Lecroy laughs, patting the back of his head softly before sitting him in her lap on the couch. "It's okay," she whispers, "I'll get you your cookies, bubba."

He now smiles, happily diving into his sandwich. V turns, catching sight of the unfamiliar blonde in her peripheral, "who's this?" Lip answers, coming back with napkins, "this is Karen."

"Hey, Karen. Nice top," V greets her, "what size are you?" Fiona cuts in, waving her hand, "shh! Shut up." As the narrator of the show begins to talk, Lecroy softly nudges V with her elbow.

The two meet eyes as the copper haired teen bounces her eyebrows before rolling her eyes. V's mouth drops, mouthing an understanding, "oh." In other words, Lecroy reminded the woman that Karen was the blonde neighborly pass around who not only is stealing her best friend, but is just an all round nuisance.

After watching maybe like... 2-3 minutes in? A bloody, pouting drunk Frank returns to the house, slamming the front door closed. Everyone turns, watching him with humor and wonder; mostly wondering who out of every Southside resident had the urge to rightfully punch him.

"You okay, Frank?" Steve asks, face scrunching with sympathy. Lecroy, on the other hand, snickers to herself. "Hey," Ian starts, eyes noticing something strange on his deadbeat father. He follows after the man from his seat. "That my shirt?"

At the question, the boy's father stops and turns in silence. On guard, Lecroy carefully sits Carl between herself and V in case she'd have to launch at the man. "Yeah," Frank nods, stepping towards Ian.

His son slowly steps back, shaking his head, "uh, I'm just asking." Frank nods, forcing his forehead down onto Ian's nose with enough force that the teen flies and lands on the table. Everyone jumps, screaming as Fiona begins asking Ian if he was okay.

"Guy in the bar said to pass it on," Frank explains. Immediately, Lecroy pounces at the father.

Sending a right hook at his trachea, the older man collapses to his knees as he fights for oxygen. Clasping onto his throat, wheezing, his eyes widen with delay as her denim clad knee jabs into his glabella. His body falls back without resistance, comparable to a ragdoll.

Steve and Fiona's eyes widen as they try to pull her away from him. Steve's arms wrap under her arms as he tries to lift her away. Fiona calls out, urgently, "wait, no, don't--" but it was too late. Lecroy's elbow forces down into the man's ribs eliciting a gasp, edging on a whimper, to escape.

"She's so strong," he winces, holding his sides. Keeping face, he turns to glare at the drunkard. "You don't do this to your kids, Frank," he grits his teeth. "What are you, a tough guy, Steve? You think you're a fucking tough guy?" Frank teases.

He steps forward, "because you look like a premenstrual Filipino." He points at a glaring Lecroy who stood beside a wincing Ian. "If anyone's tough, it's that baboon bitch--"

Without hesitating, the girl picks up the tray of milkshakes and hurls it at him. He stubbles back, slightly hissing at the sting, glaring toward the teen.

"What the fuck, Frank?!" Lip belts in outrage, happily watching her mop the floor with him. "What the hell did he just call her?!" V shouts, pushing Carl to hide behind her back.

"You wanna come at me, Babygirl," he teases, "then let's go. Let's see how long you'd sit in Juvie this time. Even better, that might put ya in the loony bin."

She forces him against the wall, gripping him by the collar. Repeatedly, she forces him against it until Steve forces her off without getting hit again. Fiona hops in front of the girl, bending down in hopes catching her eye would settle the teen.

The older woman's eyes water at the dark, dead eyes that seem to stare through her. "C'mon, Le," Fiona quietly pleads, "calm down. He's not worth it, okay? Not again."

She pulls her into her chest, hugging her tightly, "go upstairs and calm down, a'ight. It's okay, it's okay." Feeling her shoulders slacken, Fiona slowly turns her to the steps, not allowing Frank to fall in her sight.

As the teen shuffles up the stairs, silent, like a zombie, Fiona turns to the others. Steve puffs his chest, ready to swing on Frank, but she quickly pushes him back and gets between the two. "Steve, go. Get out. Hey, just go!" She orders.

"Please," she pleads, she points at the door as Debbie softly shows him out with a skillet still in hand. "Come on," Franks yells, "don't go. Come on. Puss, puss, puss."

On the table with napkins trying to stop the bleeding, Ian chokes on some blood that slips down his throat. "Ice," V orders. Frank brushes his hair back, "it's a bloody nose. He's not dyin'."

"Shut the fuck up, Frank," V grits, her mind overworked and exhausted as it bounced from Ian being hit by his own father to the man egging on a 16-year-old with explosive anger.

He goes to walk away before turning to them, "anybody notice that I'm bleedin'?" Ian waves away everyone's hands, marching up the stairs, "I got it. Where's Croy?" Lip follows after him, the brothers now in search of the manic girl.

Lodged in the boys' bedroom, Lecroy sat on Ian's bed with a lit blunt hanging from between her lips. Instead of actively inhaling and exhaling the substance, she simply partook in allowing the smoke to swirl inside her body with every passive breath in and shooting out of her nostrils with every breath out.

Her onyx eyes take a pitch of black that gives her a soulless appearance in the nearly dark room. They stare at the floor with a blank glare, not a thought emerging behind those pretty eyes. Lip and Ian, hell anyone who's a part of the Gallagher's close circle, was no stranger to Lecroy's bursts of rage.

It was as if she was her own Hulk, but without the heroic music playing in the background. She could threaten to tear a building from the inside out and mean it, enjoying the pain that licked at her skin with every hit. To the Gallaghers' it was a part of who she was, who they knew Lecroy to be. In her family, however, this was an unspoken of reality for them; a curse, as her grandmother would put it.

Each Gallagher teen takes a seat on her sides. Lip gently pulls the blunt from her lips, inhaling some for himself as Ian changed shirts. "You should've hi'im' back," Lip opens the conversation.

Ian looks down at him, "if I ever do, I'll fucking kill him." The blip of anger seeps between his teeth as he forces the clean shirt over his head. He nods to the blanked out girl between them. "Besides, Le was ahead on that mission," he scoffs, humorlessly.

"So?" Lip shrugs, "eight to ten for manslaughter. Get laid as often as you want. Tattoos and everything. It's gay heaven, man." Rather than respond, Ian takes his seat beside Lecroy, blotting at the blood on his face.

He takes the offered blunt before passing it back. Feeling her bones come to a settle from the enraged shaking underneath her skin, the girl begins to slowly blink as she comes to reality. Noticing the loss of weed in her lungs, she grabs the blunt from Ian's fingers and places it between her lips.

Lip, who waited his turn in the session, softly smiles and lands a quick peck on the girl's temple. The three musketeers, as always, had won another battle against the world. Rather than going home, she stayed the night at the Gallaghers.

In the morning, she cooks breakfast while Debbie sets off to steal the neighbor's paper in search for coupons and Ian, with the help of V, steals milk and creamer from Conrad, the local delivery guy for all the corner stores. Basically, a regular Friday.

Plating up the food, it was a simple menu of sunny side eggs with toast and bacon. Setting a plate down for every Gallagher, she received the usual thanks -- one of them being a soft pat on the rear by Lip -- as Ian sat a half gallon of milk on the table.

"Don't forget V's coupons," Debbie states. The boy nods, walking back outside. In the meantime, Fiona comes down with Liam and grabs the mail. Lip helps her set him up in the high chair.

As she sorts through the mail, gratefully taking the cup of coffee Lecroy made for her, Ian comes back inside with V's coupons. He looks at his sister, "any pizza left from last night?"

Both Fiona and Lecroy glare over at him. "No pizza. Fruit or juice," Fiona answers. Lecroy then states, "besides I'm making a whole breakfast. We've got eggs, bacon, and toast. Take it."

The two girls smile at his disgruntled yet satisfied look. "OJ's in the top, grape's in the bottom drawer," she directs. Over at the table, Debbie reads off all the coupons they've received.

"Poptarts, Frosted Flakes, Bisquick, Heinz Ketchup, and ooh-ooh! Even got a couple two-for-ones for Tide," the young auburn girl grins, waving the coupon beside her head.

Leaving the fridge, Ian looks over at her, "any coupons for meat?" She nods, "yeah. They got a special on ground chuck at Costco and Hot Pockets." Fiona chuckles, "great. We'll go tomorrow."

Lecroy sits between Liam and Lip, feeding the toddler some eggs and finely crumbled pieces of bacon. As his pouty lips fumble around the tips of the plastic fork, slowly swallowing the egg, Lip watches the two. He sets a sippy cup filled with milk in front of her. She sends him a small smile before giving it to Liam.

"Lip, you seen Frank?" Fiona asks, after reading the postal stamp on a yellow envelope. The teen pauses, swallowing, "uh, no." She hums, "what day is it?" He answers again with a sigh, "Friday. Why?"

Fiona skips up the stairs, searching for him without an answer. A firm knock rings from the back door, Ian sets down a plate in front of Carl before answering. Lecroy side-eyes the boy as he licks at the yolk, shooting a piece of bacon at his forehead.

He glances up at her, a small frown taking over his face. She sends a mocking one back, "eat your food, not disrupt the masses."

From behind him, Steve walks through with donuts and cups from the local coffee shop. "Mornin' campers," he greets them.

"Whoa, what'chu got?" Lip asks.

"Jelly, plain, and glazed," he sets the stuff down, winking at Lecroy, "I even got you a couple bostons saved."

The girl smiles, "and to think, I was gon'a be mad that you interrupted a healthy breakfast. All's good now." The two laugh as he hands her the cup labeled: 'hot chai latte.'

He leans over, watching as Carl continues to lick at the yolk of his eggs as Lecroy was distracted. Quickly, he takes a piece of bread from his plate, quickly tapping it against the yolk as the boy side-eyes him.

"Bet you hate when that happens," he teases. Ian scoffs in disgust, "they're his tits. It's the only reason he eats eggs."

Lecroy shakes her head, "I've stopped the ranting and just started throwing things at him," she leans over, playfully glaring at the boy, "like a dog."

Debbie's face scrunches in disgust, "he just licked that one." Fiona comes down the stairs, slowing at the sight of Steve. She looks down, noticing the donuts and coffee.

"Oh, great," she sighs. "Le and I've been trying to get them to eat a healthy breakfast." Munching on a boston creme, Lecroy mindlessly waves the older woman off.

"I already chewed him out about it, Fi," she pauses mid-chew and side eyes her, "the bostons are mine."

Steve smirks, gesturing to the table, "I bought all the essential morning food groups: caffeine, sugar, lard," he lands a peck on her lips, leaning back with a content hum.

She pulls him to the side, "I'm sorry about last night." He shakes his head, "never apologize for your parents. Believe me, I don't. So you can let go of that." Flustered, she sends him a quick smile before looking at the group with a confused frown.

"Has anybody seen Dad?" She asks once again. Debbie answers, "he was asleep behind the armchair." Fiona sighs, marching for the chair with the others following with curiosity.

Leaning over the back of the chair, her face scrunches as she snatches at the polyester material. "It's a tent," she acknowledges, turning to the others, "why is there a tent in the living room?"

"Oh, uh, drying it out," Ian confesses, "ROTC training in Wisconsin next week."

Debbie bends down, "I thought it was Dad. I left him a cup of coffee LeLe made this morning." She picks up the cup, "I thought I heard him say thanks."

Fiona leaves without a word, most likely going to V and Kev's for answers. Fiona returns with a final declaration, "I think Dad's missin'." Like clockwork, Lecroy and the Gallaghers start calling across the neighborhood in hopes anyone had seen the drunkard.

"Hey, Ted," Lip speaks into the phone, "yeah. Yeah. Since Michael Jackson died?"

Debbie sits on the landline, "hey, John, it's Debbie. Have you seen Frank since last night?"

Laying on the floor in the doorway of the living room and the kitchen, Lecroy is caught up in her own two conversations on two phones. One being with her mother:

"Yeah, has he been checked in at all since last night? This morning?" She pauses, "nah, ma, everything's fine... somewhat. The old bastard done went Houdini."

And the other being her boss, or dad:

"Baba, I know," she huffs as the man falls into a rant, "yeah, you wouldn't let him in the shop, regardless, I just need to know if you've seen him? I don't care if you drove past his body on the sidewalk, it'll count."

Fiona stations herself on the couch, "since last night, at the Alibi."

Ian sat on a phone as well, "sorry about the door. And the window. y-yeah, so, anyways, I was wondering; have you seen Frank?"

"Hello, has Frank been down at the department say last night or this morning?" V asks the receptionist at the Police station.

All of a sudden the landline from her house is snatched out of the window, the phone whipping from her hands. "Shit!" She yells, leaning out the window to see the phone being roped down the sidewalk.

"What the fuck? Motherfucker," She wonders to herself, rushing out of the Gallagher house. Still on the phone, but now sitting up, Lecroy laughs with a shake of her head.

"That's some ghetto ass shit," her smile drops as muffled voices begin cussing her out on both phones.

Laying back down, she blurts out rushed apologies into both receivers, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! No, 'm not shoutin'a' ye'."

Soon after Kev had roped V back to the house, everyone's phone calls came to a stop. "Anything?" Fiona asks, looking at them. They all shake their heads.

Ian answers, "nobody's seen him since yesterday." Debbie whines, her freckled face falling. Fiona consoles her, "hey, hey, don't worry, Debs. We're gon'a find him, okay?"

Her small body falls into small tremors. From behind, Lecroy plants a gentle peck on her crown, softly rubbing her shoulders. Ian leans over, muttering words of comfort.

Fiona looks at everyone, "we split up. All the regular spots, okay? Go."

Everyone splits up. Lip and Karen go together, much to the Murphy's chagrin. Instead, Ian and herself ventured off in her Jeep, pulling off with a screeching. They travel around the block, searching every nook and cranny the piece of shit could possibly hide in.

Even going as far as whipping open port-a-potties until Ian accidentally showcased a shitting man. Quickly, all three scramble to shut the door before the two redheads run off to their next spot.

Rounding corners of junkyards and even the neighbors' backyards, they began dumpster searching for him. It was a great idea until Lecroy loses her grip and front flips into one of the bins.

She leaps out of the stank container with a cry, trembling in disgust as Ian laughs his ass, falling in the alleyway. The duo steals a tarp and tucks it over the driver's seat before returning home. However, things weren't much better there.

Pulling in front of V and Kev's place, they walk in, eyes lighting up at the sight of Fiona and Steve. Stepping deeper in the room, they falter at the sight of Veronica ironing a shirt while topless for the webcam.

Ian smiles at the ridiculous scenery, "hey, V."

The woman's portrayal of some sort of sexy housewife doesn't falter as she greets him back, "hey, Ian."

Lecroy, on the other hand, couldn't snatch her eyes off of the woman's breast, blinking with a deadpan. "God, I love women," she mutters shamelessly.

"Um, sorry, Fiona," Ian changes the subject, "Debbie needs you. It's bad." Lecroy nods, jaw clenching as her focus falls back onto what brought them in the first place.

Back in the Gallagher house, a panicking Debbie sobs as she's surrounded by everyone. "Again, Debbie," Fiona speaks. The girl fumbles across her words, sounding as if she was singing hymns.

"Uh, Holly thought she saw a body under the tracks on Halsted," Ian explains. Fiona looks at him in shock, "what?" Steve denies the false tale, "it's not him, Debs, or the police would've contacted us by now."

Lecroy pats her head gently, "besides, it's Holly, honey. She's been in the third grade for four years." Fiona nearly growls, "I'm gonna deck that little bitch."

The Murphy girl shakes her head, "let me do it. I got a pre-buried hole in my backyard anyways." For a second, Steve pauses and glances at the teen with concern before looking back at Debbie.

"Does that even make sense, Debbie?" He asks, bending in front of her. "Why would your dad be in Halsted when he lives in the opposite direction?"

Lip steps in from behind, "well, depends. How was he lookin' when you, uh, left him at the Alibi Room last night, Steve?" He stands up, called out as Fiona follows. "When?" She asks.

"Uh," the man stammers, "ten? Ten thirty. Went to apologize, bought him a drink, then went home." He begins to light a cigarette, trying to appear collected under the lie.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Fiona asks. The front door opens as Kev walks in, "hey, can I talk to you for a sec?" The elder Gallagher steps toward him to the side.

"They found a body under the L," he says.

Once again, the family races off to the tracks, their hearts pounding against their chests in hopes that the body wasn't their father. Sliding to a stop at the circle of officers, Fiona speaks first.

"Do you know who that is?" She pants. "Stay back, okay? Stay back," the officer orders rather than answering her question.

They watch, silently as the coroner studies the body before flipping it over to reveal some homeless man who was very obviously not Frank. Veronica and the kids squeal with cheer while Lip and the others puff out a sigh of relief.

Wiping his hands down his face, the cyan eyed boy takes a hold of Lecroy's left hand, squeezing it into his chest. She looks at him, gifting a small smile, nodding. It's okay, she mouths to him. He simply returns with a smile, looking at the younger Gallaghers.

Off, behind them, Karen watches with studious eyes, lifting an eyebrow at the slip of affection. Despite the continuous ride on the Thrilling Gallagher Adventures thanks to Lip, she could care less about the boy's obvious yet simple need to involve her in his life.

All she needed was a fuck buddy and he seemed to keep her entertain, much like the rest of her roster. However, that doesn't mean she's willing to give him up and allow him to fall into the Murphy teen's arms. While Karen's... extra-curricular activities were a known fact, not much was known about Lecroy.

Her mother's a nurse, takes care of the Gallaghers and is an advocate for DV, her father owns a small auto shop, her nana runs the neighborhood daycare center, and the teen was a certified hustler.

That was it. Not too detailed. Not too vague. A respectable, working class family. Karen could fucking barf.

Oookay, so, this is probably the longest piece I've written yet and this is just 30 mins of episode 2. The rest will be added into Chapter 3, later on.

As we've slightly touched on Murphy's mental health - specifically -- disruptive behavior disorder, at some point we will take a dive into just exactly what she's inherited from her family and how it affects her daily life.

Don't be afraid to inbox me or simply heart, reblog, comment, and/or follow me for more content! Ask me any questions, my time is yours right here,

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CH 12- Movie Night

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“Missing,” Ian repeated slowly, digesting the information. “For how long?”

“I dunno,” Ollie shrugged. “The last time I saw her was right before you guys had that fight, uh…when you rearranged the cabinets.” She hoped giving up the information that she eavesdropped on their argument didn’t bite her in the ass.

Ian swallowed. “And you didn’t say anything?” He tried to keep his voice calm, but he was more than a bit irritated.

“I - I thought she didn’t want to see me, and……I am not explaining myself to you. But I’ve been looking all morning, and I got my dad and my brother to look, but Ian…”

Ian took a deep breath, looking away. He shouldn’t panic just yet, and he shouldn’t get angry. This was a scared, young woman with no idea what to do and nowhere to turn. It was a miracle she even came to him at all, so he could not scare her away.

“Okay, keep - keep looking. I’ll look around, too, and uh, meet you back here in a bit, alright?”

Ollie nodded. She didn’t know where else she could possibly look, but it didn’t hurt to try again. This time, she didn’t bother to keep her voice down while she called out for Adelaide. The two Beans in the house knew she was there. No point in hiding it, especially when this could be life or death.

On Ian’s part, he enlisted Sarah’s help to check every nook and cranny imaginable. He figured Adelaide would respond to his voice if she was nearby, but he couldn’t not check.

She never turned up.

Everyone reconvened in the kitchen. Ollie faltered a little when there was one more Bean than she expected in the kitchen, but finding Adelaide was much more important than any residual fear she felt.

Ian paced around the kitchen. “We weren't gone that long. I don’t understand.”

“You were gone? When?” Ollie interrupted. She shrank into herself when all eyes fell on her.

“We - we left right after Adelaide and I had our, um…disagreement.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Okay…explain?” Ian prompted irritably. Sarah placed a calming hand on his arm.

“I, um…I heard you. I heard you arguing, and then maybe fifteen minutes later there was a lot of scuffling, and I didn’t want to interrupt-”

“Ollie. We weren’t here,” Sarah said.

“Then who was?”

“Oh my god,” Ian breathed.

Sarah shot to her feet. “I’ll contact the building manager. See if they can pull security footage.” She raced out the door.

“God damn it!” Ian yelled, kicking a chair.

All reason left the room as Ollie ran back into the wall, freaked out by the violent outburst. The way he was able to kick an immovable object with such force that it skittered across the kitchen was overwhelming.

“Ollie, no. Ollie, wait. Come back,” Ian said.

Ollie didn’t want to be anywhere near him if that happened again, but he was her best shot at finding Adelaide. She peeked just her head around the corner, watching him with extreme caution.

Ian slowly leaned down and rested his elbows on the counter, maintaining eye contact with the borrower the whole way. “It sounds like somebody broke into the apartment,” he explained quietly. 

“W - why?”

Ian’s eyes darted around in search of an answer that wasn’t there. “Good question.” He sighed, sitting back in a chair but immediately pushing himself back to his feet to continue pacing. He had too much energy he didn’t know what to do with. “I have a better question for you.”

Ollie stayed rooted inside the wall. This could go a million different directions, and most of them felt bad.

“Were they here because of Adelaide? Or…or did they happen across the littlest, uh, strangest, extremely profitable being and hatch an idea?”

“I…I don’t…know?”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“But-”

“That wasn’t a question I wanted you to answer.”

Ollie’s head spun. “Right…So what do we do?”

Ian couldn’t say, ‘I don’t know.’ He couldn’t run into a wall so soon. There had to be something they could do right now. He just had to think harder. “And you’re sure you didn’t see or hear anything? What about that - that family of yours?”

“I don’t think so, but I can ask-”

“Go ask...Please.”

But just like she thought, they didn’t know anything about an intruder.

“Ollie, slow down,” her dad said, steadying her shoulders. “What did you find out?”

Ollie realized she was breathing a lot harder than necessary. Her eyes searched his in panic. She always went to her dad when there was a problem. At least, a problem that wouldn’t get her in trouble. But this seemed too big even for him. And if it was too big for her dad, then it might as well have been hopeless.

“Adelaide, she - she was kidnapped!” she shouted.

Dane didn’t let his thoughts show on his face just yet. “Kidnapped? By who?”

“I don’t know! It was some Bean. They broke into the house and - and took her, and even the Beans didn’t know, and Ian thought I should ask you.”

“Ask me what?” There was an apprehension in his voice at the notion of the Bean asking for his help.

“Did you see anyone? Or anything like that?”

“No-”

Ollie let out a frustrated noise and turned to run back to the kitchen. Dane tried to catch her by the arm but missed. He didn’t pursue. She was going to see the Beans, he knew he couldn’t stop her, and he wanted to be nowhere near them. In the meantime, he’d keep looking. They’d talk about this later.

Ollie returned at the same time as Sarah and neither looked very hopeful.

“Anything?” Ian prompted.

Sarah shook her head. “We can see him breaking in, but can’t get a good shot of his face. It’s like he knew where the cameras were.”

Not only was the lack of a face or name disappointing, but the confirmation that somebody had broken into the apartment placed a weight on everyone’s chest. Whoever that man was, he had Adelaide.

Unable to take no for an answer, Ian chose to look at the tapes himself. He stormed out of the house, slamming the door along the way and causing both Sarah and Ollie to jump. A heavy silence filled the air.

Sarah stepped up to break it. “It’ll be alright.”

“How do you know that?” Ollie spat.

After a pause, Sarah answered honestly. “I don’t. But I’m going to pretend I do until we make it true, because that’s the only option, isn’t it?”

Ollie wanted to divulge her thoughts. She wanted to say that it was her fault, that she should have tried to check up on Adelaide sooner, that she shouldn’t have just assumed Adelaide wanted to be left alone. She shouldn’t have assumed that whatever was happening outside the walls was normal. Ollie was a borrower. It was her duty to support and protect other borrowers whenever she could, and she failed.

So Ollie deserved whatever the consequences were, but she just couldn’t fess up. One look at the size of the people around her ripped all the words from her throat. She thought back to Ian kicking the chair, to him slamming the door. That wasn’t something to be messed with.

Sarah sensed Ollie’s apprehension but interpreted it differently. “He’s not mad at you. He just gets that way.”

Well he should be, Ollie thought.

“I’m going to make tea. Do you want anything?” Sarah offered.

Ollie shook her head no. Sarah turned to go make tea anyway, and Ollie settled on the ground to watch. The ease with which the human could move everything and obtain hot water was mesmerizing. After some time, Sarah turned around, and she had a steaming bottle cap in her hand. She slowly placed it in front of Ollie, and Ollie only pulled her knees closer to her chest in reaction. She didn’t have energy to do much else.

“Thanks,” Ollie whispered. The cap was placed a bit out of reach, which was probably Sarah’s attempt to not get too close and startle the borrower off, but that also meant Ollie would have to abandon the cover over her head to get to it.

Before she could, the door swung open and she scurried in the opposite direction. After she realized it was Ian though, she got to her feet and came out a little, hoping for any kind of an update. He carried a black rectangle in his hand.

“How-” Sarah began.

“I convinced him to give it to me,” Ian exhaled with a smile. He sounded out of breath. Whatever he just did to get that tape, Sarah didn’t want to know.

The humans raced over to the TV to place it in the VCR, leaving Ollie behind on the counter in their excitement. Sarah seemed to realize this and stopped in her tracks. “This is the recording of the man who broke in. You want to come watch?”

Yes, Ollie did want to watch. But she picked up on the subtext of Sarah’s ask, and no, she did not want to be carried over there. Abandoning her tea without ever taking a sip, Ollie pulled out her hook to venture across the small home. 

Sarah looked like she was going to offer help but decided against it. If Ollie wanted help, she’d ask, and Sarah didn’t want to assume. She and Ian started the tape and fast forwarded to the correct time stamp. It was less than twenty seconds worth of footage in a day-long video, so there would be a lot of rewinding and playing and rewinding and playing.

Ollie ran along the edge of the walls, pulling away the dust bunnies that insisted on clinging to her skin. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was putting herself well out of reach of the safety of the walls and into arms reach of two anxious, upset giants.

It’s for Adelaide. It’s for Adelaide. It’s for Adelaide . If she kept reminding herself of this, maybe it would make them less intimidating. Maybe. Not really. Ugh.

Ollie stopped in line with the couch and launched her hook onto the side table. She tried to ignore the loud breathing of the Beans nearby, but she hardly needed to worry about them, since their eyes were glued to the TV, searching for any detail they could pull out of the fuzzy picture. At worst, they would accidentally knock her off the table, which…still wasn’t good.

Ian glanced down when he felt Ollie’s presence. She stiffened, but his eyes were back on the video in less than a second.

Ollie watched as they replayed the same clip over and over again. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to focus on, since they couldn’t even see the man’s face, but she felt an unexpected sense of awe and wonder at seeing the outside of the apartment. She’d never been out there before, and she honestly never even thought about what it would look like.

It was a long hallway with a bunch of identical, rusted pink doors. There was something written on each one, way too blurry to make out. The floor looked dingy and the lighting was horrible, but it was a whole new world. A whole new world that the Beans probably saw every single day.

Ollie looked to her right, way over across the vast expanse of the room. If she could open that door, she’d see exactly what she was seeing on the screen right now. What a novel concept.

They all watched the video for ages, to the point where the moon was clearly visible in the night sky. Ollie still didn’t know what to look for, even after it played a million times.

Sarah’s voice nearly startled Ollie right off the table. “Sweetheart, I think it’s time to go to bed.”

Ian ignored her.

Sarah pursed her lips and tried again, lightly grabbing his arm. “Come on.”

Ian ignored her.

That was it. Sarah was trying very hard to be gentle with Ian this whole week, but he wasn’t going to budge if she didn’t make him budge. She stood up and tugged on his arm harder. “Come on. You won’t be of any use to her like this. We’ve watched this over a hundred times. We’ll come in with a fresh perspective tomorrow, but you’ll drive yourself crazy sitting here. Go to bed.”

Ollie watched a silent argument happen in their eyes, and it looked like Sarah won. The human woman took the remote, turned the TV off, and popped the tape out of the VCR.

“You want a lift?” Sarah asked Ollie.

“Oh…no,” Ollie said. “No, thank you.” Her heart beat in her chest at the mere thought of being grabbed, or even just climbing into a hand. She blinked her eyes a couple times, trying to rid herself of the headache that came from staring at a screen too long. 

“You sleep too,” Sarah ordered, but it was much more lighthearted than her order for Ian.

Ollie nodded, unsure if the human could even see her in the dark. She prepared for the long walk back home.

***

Nobody got a good night’s sleep. Sarah at least slept, even if it was restless and constantly interrupted, but Ian and Ollie tossed and turned all night.

She’d been holding it together for awhile now, but when Ollie got home, she finally broke down. Adelaide was gone, and the endless barrage of possibilities racing through Ollie’s mind only made her sob harder.

Adelaide could have been collected to be someone’s pet, or collected to be sold as someone’s pet. She could be in a cage, surviving off scraps. Beans could be experimenting on her or dissecting her. She could be suffering. She could be dead.

Dane rounded the corner and, seeing the mess his daughter was in, ushered her into his arms. He rested his chin on her head as she cried into his chest. “I know, hon. I know. Come here.”

They stayed like that until Ollie’s sobs turned into light sniffles.

“What do I do?” Ollie mumbled weakly.

“We’ll figure it out. Go to bed, get some rest, okay?” In all honesty, Dane didn’t have the faintest idea what to do, or if there even was anything to do. At least, not on their end. Maybe the Beans of the house could work their magic, but it sounded like Adelaide was far out of reach for anyone in the walls.

It hurt his heart to think about the girl. She was headstrong and loud and associated herself with Beans of all things, but she was just a girl. She was just like his Olivia. She didn’t deserve this. No borrower did. And it was only made worse seeing how it tore his daughter to pieces.

***

The sun just peeked over the horizon when Ian found himself back on his feet. He couldn’t recall getting any sleep, but that was expected. Skipping breakfast and skipping clothes, he headed straight for the TV. He had to have missed something.

Ollie also pushed herself out of bed around the same time. She was of no use where that video was concerned, but maybe there were clues left behind that were too small for the humans to see. Hoping to get a couple hours to herself to look before they woke up, she headed straight for the kitchen.

Unfortunately, it looked like Ian was already there. Not in the kitchen, but still fully awake on the couch.

Ollie did her best to ignore him, but just as with last night, his eyes were glued to the TV. She could probably yell and stomp and push things off the counter and he would be none the wiser.

The sight before her was disappointing to say the least. She didn’t know what she expected to see up here, but it was the usual stuff. No blood. No stray marks. No weapons. Just the regular old counter. To be sure, she checked behind and underneath everything she could move or lift, but still nothing out of the ordinary appeared.

The same went for the kitchen table. It was completely bare, minus the bowl of candy. And nothing besides candy was in it.

Ollie exhaled, rubbing her tired eyes. She figured she should join Ian. She didn’t want to feel completely useless.

Ian only noticed the small borrower once she was up on the table next to him. She looked like she hadn’t slept, which meant he probably looked like shit, too. He didn’t bother to say anything since there was nothing useful to say.

Ollie noticed the dark circles under Ian’s eyes and how tightly he clutched the remote control. He did not look good. But he didn’t seem to want to engage in conversation, so she settled down on the table, training her eyes on the TV too.

After nearly thirty more playbacks, Ollie piped up.

“What’s that blue thing?”

Ian jumped. He completely forgot she was there. “What…what blue thing?”

Ollie opened and closed her mouth a couple times before words came out. She couldn’t get over the intensity with which he spoke. It was intimidating, like she would be punished if she said the wrong thing. She assumed Ian had already seen this blue thing and dismissed it, but maybe not. She swallowed. “The blue thing. On the corner of the man’s bag.”

Ian squinted as if that would help clear the picture. Ollie was right. The logo on the man’s bag was small and blue and only appeared for a frame or so and was incredibly blurry, maybe 2 pixels wide. There were a thousand blue logos out there.

But that was the only lead they had. Ian stood up and made his way over to the clunky computer that sat mostly unused these days over on the dusty desk. Before he sat down, he took a rag to the keyboard to clear it of all the debris.

Ollie sat there, dumbfounded. One second, the Bean was there. The next, he was gone, and she was left in the dust. Before she could even debate whether she wanted to follow, the other Bean woke up across the room.

Sarah wasn’t really surprised to find the other half of the bed empty. What did surprise her was that Ian was not in front of the TV. She slowly walked on over to him, threw her arms over the back of his shoulders, and rested her head on his.

“How long have you been up?” she yawned.

“Not long,” Ian said distractedly.

“Something tells me you’re lying.” It didn’t skip her attention that the security tape was up on the TV and paused. AOL was pulled up on the computer and the words ‘blue logo’ were typed into the search bar. “What’s all this?”

“Do you know any companies with blue logos?” Ian asked.

“A bunch, yeah.”

“Here.” Ian stood up and ushered her over to the couch. He hit play on the remote before they even sat down. “There!” he shouted, pausing it when the logo on the bag appeared.

This made Ollie flinch, and for the first time that morning, Sarah noticed she was there. How long had she been there? Did she really miss a whole person standing on the table?

Putting away that thought for now, Sarah tried to make out what was on the screen. It was just too pixelated.

“I can tell you that’s the blue they use for the InGen logo,” Sarah said. And then her stomach dropped. “Ian…that might be the InGen logo.” 

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never did this so here's a proper introduction/abt me post <3

ABOUT ME

Theo or Theodore

17 3/4

August Leo

Scorpio rising, Sag moon

Slytherin

INTJ

Autism, ADHD, OCD, anxiety, depression, anorexia

Writer, artist, reader

FANDOMS

It (Seen Ch. One 23 times, Ch. Two 5 times)

Stranger Things (Seen 2 times)

Harry Potter (Read 20+ times)

Grey's Anatomy (Seen 4 times)

Adventure Time (Seen 2+ times)

The Maze Runner (Seen TMR 5 times, read it 3 times, seen TST 3 times, read it 2 times, seen TDC 4 times, read it 3 times, read TKO 2 times, read TFC 3 times)

Twilight (seen 1 time)

One Direction (seen the movie 1 time)

Red, White, & Royal Blue (read 3 times, seen 24 times)

Gravity Falls (seen 2 times)

Friends (seen 10 times)

Heartstopper (seen 3 times)

Young Royals (seen 3 times)

I Am Not Okay With This (seen 1 time)

Descendants (seen 3+ times)

Teen Wolf (seen 1 time)

Over The Garden Wall (seen 4+ times)

Luca (seen 6 times)

Sabrina: The Teenage Witch (seen unknown amount of times)

Shameless (seen 4 times)

SHIPS

Byler (Will Byers x Mike Wheeler - ST - fandom otp)

Steddie (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson - ST)

Ronance (Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler - ST)

Elmax (El Hopper x Max Mayfield - ST)

Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak - IT - fandom otp)

Stenbrough (Stan Uris x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Stozier (Stan Uris x Richie Tozier - IT)

Hanbrough (Mike Hanlon x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Stanlon (Stan Uris x Mike Hanlon - IT)

Stanlonbrough (Stan Uris x Mike Hanlon x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Kaspbrough (Eddie Kaspbrak x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Bichie (Bill Denbrough x Richie Tozier - IT)

Steddie (Stan Uris x Eddie Kaspbrak - IT)

Wolfstar (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black - HP - fandom otp)

Jegulus (James Potter x Regulus Black - HP)

Drarry (Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter - HP - fandom otp)

Linny (Luna Lovegood x Ginny Weasley - HP)

Scorbus (Scorpius Malfoy x Albus Potter - HP - fandom otp)

Newtmas (Newt x Thomas - TMR - fandom otp)

Schmico (Levi Schmitt x Nico Kim - GA - fandom otp)

Slexie (Mark Sloan x Lexie Grey - GA)

Calzona (Callie Torres x Arizona Robbins - GA)

Japril (Jackson Avery x April Kepner - GA)

Bubbline (Bonibel Bubblegum x Marceline Abadeer - AT - fandom otp)

Larry Stylinson (Louis Tomlinson x Harry Styles - 1D - fandom otp)

Gallavich (Ian Gallagher x Mickey Milkovich - Shameless - fandom otp)

Luberto (Luca Paguro x Alberto Scorfano - Luca - fandom otp)

FAVORITE/COMFORT CHARACTERS

Will Byers (ST - fandom fav)

George O'Malley (GA - fandom fav)

Arizona Robbins (GA)

Lexie Grey (GA)

April Kepner (GA)

Ginny Weasley (HP - fandom fav)

Newt (TMR - fandom fav)

Marceline (AT - fandom fav)

Eddie Kaspbrak (IT - fandom fav)

Richie Tozier (IT)

Bill Denbrough (IT)

Stan Uris (IT)

Bill Denbrough (IT)

Alice Cullen (Twilight - fandom fav)

Remus Lupin (HP - fandom fav)

Sirius Black (HP)

Colin Morris-Jones (It's A Sin - fandom fav)

Stanley Barber (IANOWT - fandom fav)

Scorpius Malfoy (HP -fandom fav)

Albus Potter (HP)

Mal Bertha (Descendents - fandom fav)

Stiles Stilinski (TW - fandom fav)

Lydia Martin (TW)

Wirt (OTGW - fandom fav)

Greg (OTGW)

Luca Paguro (Luca - fandom fav)

Ian Gallagher (Shameless - fandom fav)

Mickey Milkovich (Shameless)

Mandy Milkovich (Shameless)

Sabrina Spellman (STTW)

Salem Saberhagen (STTW - fandom fav)

FAVORITE CELEBRITIES

Taylor Swift (fav album ttpd or fearless)

Louis Tomlinson (fav album walls)

Harry Styles (fav album hs1)

Niall Horan (fav album flicker)

Liam Payne

Zayn Malik

Ryan Reynolds

Wyatt Oleff

Jaeden Martell

Finn Wolfhard

Jack Dylan Grazer

Sophia Lillis

Noah Schnapp

Chyler Leigh

Dove Cameron

Maya Hawke

Sabrina Carpenter (fav album emails i can't send)

Ashnikko

Lana del Rey (fav album born to die)

Olivia Rodrigo (fav album guts)

Renee Rapp

Gracie Abrams

Billie Eilish (fav album wwafawdwg)

Conan Gray (fav album kid krow)

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Commons Vote

On: Opposition Day: Farming and food security

Ayes: 187 (55.9% Con, 34.9% LD, 2.7% DUP, 2.7% Ind, 2.2% PC, 0.5% RUK, 0.5% UUP, 0.5% TUV) Noes: 359 (98.6% Lab, 1.4% Ind) Absent: ~104

Day's business papers: 2024-10-08

Individual Votes:

Ayes

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[scorpsik]

Fics Masterlist 3.

I really am so very sorry.

Adding new fics Wednesdays and Saturdays x

SURPRISE IN STORE : Even a shopping trip doesn't go smoothly for Emily. cw; ref domestic violence.

HOODWINKED : Em finds herself caught up in corruption - but who is corrupt?

GOLD STAR FOR TRYING : Em + Dave reconnect after CME

TOURIST : Penelope visits Em in London

LITTLE D : Emily helps Spencer with his addiction.

CARDS ON THE TABLE : Doyle arc. Derek gets Em to admit what has been happening

SMALL BLUE THING : 7.01. It all goes wrong when the team try to swap Ian for Declan.

STARTING OVER AGAIN : Angst! Em and JJ talk en route to Paris

HELP ME EMILY : After receiving a letter from a child in need, Emily gathers the team to try and find him. 3 chapters, TW: referenced child abuse

FOOD FOR THOUGHT : Emily ate The Stew. Floyd's stew. cw: canninalism.

ME AND MY TRUE LOVE : Someone is watching Emily. TW; STALKING and all that goes with it.

A FRIEND ALONG THE WAY : Em at Yale. wlw relationship

WHEN IT RAINS : AU For 'Retaliation' ep. Em's day goes from bad to worse.

LINIMENT : Declan comes searching for Em - and she and Aaron put a bully in his place. cw: ref child abuse (not sexual)

IF : What if 15 yr old Emily made a different choice?

WASHING IT AWAY : Both Aaron and Emily struggle after a case

CAPTIVE HEART : Emily is in prison. Is there any hope for her? AU Doyle arc.

THE WRONG TARGET : After losing Stephen, Emily is a bitch to the replacement agent. Will they come to an understanding before the mission is ruined?

PUNCTURE REPAIR : Dave comforts Emily after her ordeal in Colorado. Injury, nightmares, friendship.

FATE. UP AGAINST YOUR WILL : 2004. Em has a new life - but her old life is returning. AU Doyle arc. Violence.

NOTHING TO PROVE : When Emily becomes UC, she has to prove her abilities to her friends.

ABSENT FRIENDS : Em visits Matthew's grave cw: grief

MINE : Ian forces Emily to reveal herself to the team. cw; violence

BLAME : When JJ is injured, Emily has to deal with her guilt and the repercussions from Barnes.

COMPLETE : Derek helps Em recover from Colorado

SCENT MEMORY : When Em is triggered by a smell Dave helps her through.

RULES : The Em/JJ hug, finally, in CME

THIRD TIME LUCKY? : Cyrus' cult comes after Emily once again. cw; violence

FLEDGLING : S2. Em doesn't feel welcome at the BAU. Em, Gideon, JJ. Humour, self doubt.

JACK IN THE BOX : What if Emily and Derek beat Hotch home in ep 100? Em, Derek, Aaron, Jack. canon typical violence.

FALLING : Ian didn't think himself capable of love - but there's something about Lauren.

ACTION/CONSEQUENCE : Emily isn't sure she can take Cyrus' beating. cw; violence.

PRICKED : Em is drugged whilst apprehending a suspect.

WISH YOU WERE HERE : Dave visits Emily's grave

PAYBACK : Ian abducts Emily. violence. Canon divergent.

LET ME IN : Emily tries to get through to a depressed Hotch after Haley's death. Grief, friendship, humour.

THIEF! : When Em sees JJ's son commit a petty crime, she intervenes.

LIES : (Post Paris) Spencer's anger with JJ shows no sign of relenting - so Emily tries to talk (shout) him around.

PUSHING THE LIMIT : Unravelling a conspiracy gets Emily fired. Canon divergent to the Voit storyline.

UPPER HAND : Ian was waiting for her, and she shot him.

BREAKING : Benjamin Cyrus forces Spencer to hurt Emily to test his loyalty. 3 chapters. cw: violence. Em, Spencer, JJ.

SIGNS : After letting Ian sleep with her, Emily is pregnant.

FROZEN : Askari kidnapped JJ and Em was just a few seconds too late. MAJOR CH DEATH! Angst, mentions of rape. Grief. Em, Aaron, Will, JJ.

LOSING LAUREN : Very angsty. Em grieves for Lauren. Tsia, Cylde. Anger, drinking, sex, depression.

Young Offender : When 17yr old Em is arrested, she calls Aaron.

Like Father : When Em sees Declan again, he is not the sweet boy she remembered. CW: radicalisation, a couple of racist epithets. 5 chapters.

Where I Belong : As Director Emily's missions are different to what they were.

Past is present is future : DARK. TW: Rape, violence. When an old case comes back to haunt Emily, the team view her very differently. 5 chapters.

Marlene : When her office cleaner needs help, Emily is right there. CW; domestic abuse. Nothing graphic.

Being Patient : Hotch tries to talk sense into Em when she insists on returning to work post ML.

Off The Rails : An undercover mission goes wrong and Emily finds herself at the hands of a killer. TW: ref sexual threat/rape.

Caregiver : Post ML. Emily speaks with Kathy.

Caught In The Space Between Good And Evil : Emily's mind is in turmoil, post Demonology. Confusion, Possession. Em + Rossi.

You. Again. : Hotch remembers questioning Emily about some bombings in Boston.

Choices : In the aftermath of Barnes' 'interview', Emily remembers another line she crossed. TW: very dark psychological torture situation.

Fears : When JJ has a panic attack, a bond is formed with Emily.

One More Secret : Em returns from Paris - with Ian's baby. The team need to help her eliminate the threat to keep the baby safe.

Her Arms : Em helps Reid through Maeve's death

Craving : When Em starts smoking again, Derek knows something is wrong. Secrets, banter, Doyle arc

Clover : Penelope sees Em's brand

Can I Rely On You : JJ struggles during a case - but Em is there for her. yw: reference to suicide

How To Hurt Your Best Friend : Derek and Em are close and they know how to hurt one another. S7 Anger; mild sex; swearing.

Where Have You Gone? : JJ's home life is a disaster - what has turned Will into a bully? 4 chapters. Angst; domestic abuse (ch2 only); set during S12. JJ;Em;Will;Henry;Tara

Honey, I'm Home : Ian finds Emily in Paris. Injury, angst, violence.

Getting Back : Post ML. Emily's mother makes a nuisance of herself as Hotch frets and Emily recovers.

Big Shoes : Em has accepted the job as unit chief - but is she up to it?

Night Owls : JJ, Em, humour, smoking

From Me To You and You To Me : Panic attacks. Em and Declan help one another through.

Solaris : Em and Spencer watch the film and talk.

Godparent : Emily wishes she were good enough. Self doubt, jealousy. JJ, Pen, whole team.

Missing Pieces Of Sleep : Em is alone and suffering in Paris. Bleak angst!

Something New : Hotch finds teen Em unconscious. tw; drug use, talk of abortion. Friendship.

Bonded : It has been a bad case. Dave gets Em to talk about it. TW; mention of suicide + abortion. Grief, mourning, friendship, humour.

Snakes In The Grass : Em finds herself in danger in the field. Betrayal, injury, OC, BAU team

Family Matters : When Elizabeth is hurt, Emily feels rage like never before. Hospitals, mugging, anger.

Judgements : Ep; Killer App - Dave peels away some of Em's layers to find out what's bugging her about the case.

Appreciation : Mosely Lane. JJ takes Derek's words to heart, but Em is there for her.

Running For Two : Em goes on the run from Ian... to save her baby. Angst; threat; violence; whole BAU team. 3 chapters.

Great Expectations : What if Hotch told Em she COULD be Carrie's guardian? (kinda fluffy)

Over Her Head : Emily is in Ian's bed for the first time, struggling to become and contain Lauren. Angst; mild sex.

Precautions : Doyle arc angst. Em pushes away those who love her because the danger is coming.

Welcome To My Nightmare : 3 nightmares that plague Em. Childhood trauma, injury, falling. Elizabeth P, Rossi, jj

The Girls Are Back In Town : Em, PG, J, Tara drinking the night away. Humour.

Alone/Together : Post ML. Derek / Emily friendship

Here's To You : Post 'Run' - Will thanks Em for saving him. Fluff+angst.

History Repeats : Teen Em has a pregnancy scare + Hotch helps

Fishing : New guy Dave tries to find out what makes Prentiss tick. Friendship/humour

Wrecked : Em, Dave + Hotch are in a car accident and need to get to a hospital. injury/blood etc

No Birds : 1 week ago the Lauren mission ended. But what is left of Em in its wake? Angst, angst,angst; drinking, ref threat. Clyde+Em

Let It Bleed : Paris: JJ struggles to help Em cope. Angst; blood; ref suicide; meds and injury.

Deja Vu : Demonolgy. Dave thinks he met Emily many years ago. ref abortion; friendship; memories; light angst

Job Done : Emily has done what she was here to do. TW suicide; major character death; BLEAK ANGST!

Face Behind The Mask : Em's first JTF12 mission. Implied SA/rape. Kidnap, angst. 4 chapters.

Returning : Em returns from Paris but can't shake her other selves. Angst; whole team caring.

Eye To Eye : Em graduates the FBI, a new start after Interpol, but no one is there to support her. Elizabeth P; arguing; caring; swearing

Free Time : Flirting and fun on the jet. Everyone has plans for the weekend except Emily....

Unwilling Sacrifice : Emily suspects a plant in the BAU after her return from Paris. Injury, violence, BAU team

Crossing The Line : Canon divergent on the climax of the Doyle arc. What if Emily gave Lauren back to Ian? And what if she didn't stop when she had the upper hand...?

Endurance ; Palestine 1994 - Em is undercover for Interpol. Torture, fear, starvation, death. Clyde Easter.

[otheroutlandertales]

Anonymous said: Can I please have some modern day au Mrs Fitz?

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Onions

by @whiskynottea

Glenna FitzGibbons left the house and locked the door behind her. 

One, two, three, four times. 

These doors, her nephew Murtagh had insisted, were useless unless you made sure all screws were in place. So Glenna made sure. 

It wasn’t easy living alone these days. Last week burglars had broken into a house at the block up the street. The police were still investigating the case. 

She briefly wondered whether it would be different if her man was alive, or if he would just provide a fragile feeling of security with minimum impact on reality, were the thieves at their doorstep. 

She shook her head as if to shake the thoughts away. She looked upwards, and her pursed lips changed into a smile. In greeting. Silent words formed in her head, the same she always said when she left the house.

I’m going to work, mo chridhe. 

The walk to her small restaurant took less than ten minutes. Plump she might be, and the doctor might insist she lose weight, but her quick feet hadn’t failed her yet. It took her ten minutes to get there, and not one more. Rain or shine. 

When John had passed away, everyone thought Glenna would close the restaurant. She was old, and running it without him wouldn’t be easy. Murtagh had suggested they sell it. Jamie tried to convince Jenny to take over the business, but the lass had declared that with that family of hers, she’d cooked enough for two lifetimes. Glenna let them talk, and fight, and brainstorm for ideas. 

At last, she announced that she was keeping Leoch’s Kitchen no matter what. She was certain John would agree.

The wooden sign next to the door moved slightly in the autumn wind, and Glenna’s smile grew. For years, she had been the first to arrive to open the restaurant, to begin the preparations before her lassies and lads arrived. 

Others called them employees, but for Glenna, they were family. 

Ian arrived first. Glenna heard him singing one of those deplorable songs he seemed to like, and waited for him to enter the kitchen before she talked, sure that the loudest scream wouldn’t go through his earbuds. He came to a stop at the counter across from her, and as Glenna looked into his warm hazel eyes she would swear he was four years old again and begging for a slice of freshly-baked bread with butter. But she had to look up to see these eyes now. Jenny’s wee one had become a man; tall with a body shaped from the same mold as his father’s. He said a singsong hello as he tied his hair on a knot at the back of his head, walked around the counter, and gave her a loud kiss on the cheek.

“Onions? D’ye do it on purpose, auntie? Every time I come, ye’re chopping these damned onions!” he said, blinking as his eyes started to tear up.

“Well, I dinna remember ye cursing at them when ye have them in yer burger!” Glenna laughed, sniffling herself.

Ian scrunched up his nose, picked a cherry tomato from the bowl next to him, and took a few steps away in an attempt to remove himself from the onion vapor.

“Uncle Jamie said that the wine delivery will arrive in about an hour. I’ll stay to help.”

Glenna hummed. “Wasn’t he supposed to be here?” she asked, wondering when, exactly, the plans had changed. 

“Aye, but he said auntie Claire started to suspect we’re preparing something for her birthday and he couldna find a good excuse to leave the house.” Ian was now in front of the fridge, staring at the shelves, no doubt wondering what else was available to eat.

Glenna smiled at herself, and moved about deliberately. Three minutes later, she was toasting a sandwich for the ever-hungry-lad.

“Do ye think Auntie Claire will figure the surprise out?” he asked with the sandwich in hand and his mouth full, spreading bread crumbs around.

Of course Claire would find out, sooner or later. If she hadn’t done that already. But Glenna didn’t have the heart to tell Ian. “Nah,” she reassured him. “We have everything under control.”

Ian continued devouring his sandwich, and Glenna picked up her favourite knife again. Who would imagine, Claire’s 55th birthday. The wee curly-heided medical student who had forgotten her keys at Glenna’s restaurant that October night she celebrated her 20th birthday. 

Thirty-five years. It felt like yesterday, and yet it didn’t.

Glenna could feel each passing year in the ache of her bones. It was there, in the empty side of her bed. In the wrinkles of her face. Two deep ones between the brows, a testimony of her concentration when she was cooking, her love for perfection. And the others, so many others, lines covering her white skin and showing to the world that she had cried, and smiled, and lived. 

Thirty-five years had gone by. Glenna had seen her daughter getting married and held her bonnie granddaughter in her arms, tufts of blonde hair shining under the sun. And then she had fixed that golden hair and comforted her granddaughter before her own wedding, when Laoghaire had a breakdown thinking her hairstyle had been a disaster. She had witnessed her grumpy Murtagh fall in love and make his own family. She had seen her nephews and nieces make their dreams come true, finding their own paths to happiness.

In all those years, Glenna had made wedding and birthday cakes, had prepared brunches and dinners for her family, and had laughed until all breath gone out of her lungs in those gatherings. She had made cookies with the wee ones -- each and every one of them. The FitzGibbons, the Frasers and the MacKenzies, all covered up with flour and face-splitting grins. 

She had held her John’s hand when he was strong and led her up the munros, and when he was weak and let her lead him to their bed. She had felt his breaths giving her life with every kiss, and she had felt them taking life away after each session of chemotherapy, when each inhalation was more laboured than the previous one. 

Thirty-five years of life. Almost double what Ian had lived so far.  

Glenna’s eyes glinted, from the onions or the memories she wasn’t sure, and she looked upwards again, sending her thoughts towards him. Reminding him that she would always keep him by her side. 

“See? I told ye these onions are evil!” Ian exclaimed, walking towards the sink to wash his dish.

“Aye, wee evil onions”, Glenna murmured. 

Like memories. You never know if they’ll turn out to be sweet or sharp. But it’s their taste, we’re craving for.

[picturethefrasers]

Tag drop: characters (to be updated)

[incorrect-outlander-quotes]

William: You have no idea what I’m capable of.

Young Ian: No offence, but I feel like I’m being threatened by a cupcake.

[imikhailotakeyouian]

To the moon and back

"What do you wanna do next time, stargazing AND howling to the moon?"

Mickey has said it as a joke, moking his very old self who disown his own words and ended up, indeed, not only on a blanket stargazing with Ian, but even using a flower called Stargazing Lily for their wedding.

Ian turned him in a fucking sap, that's how Mickey justifies himself.

But Ian is used to Mickey all barks and no bites attitude -he fell for it, between all things.

And he loves to provoke Mickey, pushing him until he can stand it, knowing very well his husband's limits at that point, after countless fights and, more importantly, after years of love.

So when Ian brings Mickey up a hill on a full moon night and spreads a blanket on the ground, he sees his husband cocking a sarcastic glare at him before they would both burst out in a loud laugh.

"Alright, Red. It's not our anniversary and we are already married, is it another special occasion today?"

Ian shakes his head and sits on the blanket. "Nope, but you did mention stargazing AND howling at the moon, so why not take advantage of this full moon night?"

"Jesus Christ," Mickey chuckles while sitting next to Ian. "Do I really have to overthink every single word I say?"

"It's the absolute opposite!" Ian cheers him next to him with a kiss on his cheek. "I crave all these little, special moments with you."

Mickey rolls his eyes, but Ian knows it's just an act. "Stargazing and howling at the moon?"

"Why not? Lay down with me."

Mickey does as requested, accepting Ian’s right arm as a pillow. And while Mickey is pretending to be annoyed, Ian can see he is smiling softly.

"I love you, you know?"

Mickey snickers and turns to look at him. "Course I do. Love you too, E."

Ian leans over to kiss him on the cheek before staring back at the night sky. "This feels so normal."

Mickey's eyebrow raises skeptical. "This feels normal to you?"

"It's a very normalish couple thingy to do, actually."

"According to whom?"

"Everyone?" Ian shrugs a little. "A romantic night, stargazing, spread on a blanket. If we get lucky we can even jerk each other off."

"We don't do normal, Gallagher, we already established that," Mickey's voice is proud: they are not like every normal couples, and that's how two difficult personalities like theirs can work so well together.

"So, we gotta do something abnormal now?" Ian asks, his tone challenging.

"Abnormal how-"

Mickey can't even finish his sentence when Ian starts howling at the moon.

"Jesus Ch-"

Ian howls even louder before turning and challenging him with a smartass look on his face.

Mickey opens his mouth but doesn't find it in himself to keep protesting. He sighs dramatically and then he just does it. He starts howling at the moon like a man possessed.

Ian smiles satisfied before joining Mickey, so now they are just two adults, madly in love with each other, howling at the moon like two werewolves.

They finished their silly show between laughter, both of them turning on their sides to kiss and cuddle each other's cheeks.

"Why was it so important to you?"

"I just wanna," Ian shrugs and pecks Mickey on the lips. "I just wanna do everything with you. I wanna do silly things we couldn't do when we were younger. We skipped all the funny, stupid things young couples do. I just wanna, you know, create many happy memories with you."

Mickey smiles softly and rubs their nose tips together. "It's always been your love language, you know, the quality time thingy."

Ian nods. And well, between the two of them he is sure they belong to all the languages love can offer. "So, was it that silly?"

"Well, we are still two grown ass adults who just howled at the moon," Mickey says and they both laugh. "But every second spent with you is never wasted. Silly or not."

Ian grins satisfied: grumpy and cranky husband successfully melted.

"Let's take a photo," He says then, and after grabbing his phone with the right hand, lifts the left one in a half heart shape. "Cmon, grumpy."

Mickey sighs but ends up obliging. He always does, eventually. He lifts his right hand and completes the heart. "Let me guess, we are gonna print this one."

"Yes!" Ian says enthusiastically while snapping a photo. "We gonna name it, uhm-"

"The night we howled at the moon like two idiots?" Mickey interrupts him before turning on his side and throwing his arm over Ian's belly in a soft hug.

"What about," Ian says instead completing that hug holding Mickey's arm. "I love you to the moon and back?"

Mickey rolls his eyes, but he is actually smiling. "Sap."

"Take one to know one."

Mickey hides a chuckle and they stay quiet for a while before snickering, "About that handjob...?"

Ian laughs out loud before shoving him and pinning him down below his weight. "Fuck, I love you."

Mickey winks, "To the moon and back, baby."

[fiadhaisteach]

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beware the forest at night, when there are miles left to go, the forest is dark and deep and i've seen you here before by victoriousscarf (@victoriousscarf) - Solas/M!Lavellan (Ch. 177-178)

pressure point by 17734 - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 26)

The DA Alternate Universe Chronicles, Vir'vhen'an by RogueLioness (@roguelioness) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 7)

She's Lived a Good Life by Kinako - MCiT (Ch. 30)

Kintsugi, Fragile World by angelslaugh (@skyerie) - {F!Lavellan/TBD, Solas/F!Lavellan, Felassan/F!Lavellan} (Ch. 23-26)

lover, your back is bruised from what you carry, In the face of your light by noverture (@noverturemusings) - Solas/M!Lavellan, past Dirthamen/M!Lavellan (Ch. 105)

Love's Worth Running To, Love Run by JessTalksAlot (@jessitasquirrel) - Solas/F!Lavellan, background Iron Bull/M!Lavellan (Ch. 21)

» side note - multiple chapters may mean multiple updates; or might just be me refreshing my memory, reorienting myself in the story, or rereading some for fun.

*TIRTW & can recommend (previous weeks & TIRTW Key/Legend)

[pocket-lad]

CH 2- (Mis)understanding

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Adelaide trekked through the walls. She knew they would be clean, but jeez were they clean . They probably rivaled her setup back at home.

Signs of borrower activity were everywhere. Hooks in places that required climbing, steps built into the floor, patched up holes. She even passed a pipe that looked like it was tapped into.

The further she went along, the worse she felt about yelling at Ian. He was curious, as anyone would be upon finding a borrower, but he was gentle and quiet and once he knew Ollie meant no harm, he backed off. Maybe she had been a bit harsh.  It was just so frustrating to have such a unique opportunity completely obliterated by something out of her control.

Adelaide was stuck between two worlds. She loved Ian. He was her best friend in the whole world and she wouldn’t trade him for anything. But there was another part of her that felt empty for such a long time, and she craved something to fill that hole.

The problem was, to fill it, she had to abandon her friend. No borrower in their right mind would trust another borrower whose best friend was a Bean. It was a betrayal to her whole species. Ugh.

It wasn’t long until Adelaide heard voices. They were faint, even to her own ears, but they were there. Curiosity told her she should approach, but reason said she should turn in the complete opposite direction.

In the end, her nosy sensibilities won out. Adelaide so desperately wanted a connection with another borrower, so maybe she could gain some information on how to make that happen. It wasn’t eavesdropping, it was…She couldn’t think of a justification for this one. It was just eavesdropping.

The first voice was older and quite deep. “Fine. When Ollie gets back, we’ll take you out,” he said.

“Yes!” hissed a much younger voice.

“Don’t get too excited. We’re only going a couple feet. You’re not ready to borrow just yet, especially since there’s more than one human staying here right now.”

“But I’m basically the best climber ever, even better than Ollie!”

The older voice laughed, and that’s when Adelaide realized the voices were getting closer. Before she could even think to bolt, two people rounded the corner.

Their bodies matched their voices. An older man, maybe a little older than Ian, with skin only slightly lighter than Ollie’s. His hair was cropped close to his head and he had faint stubble.  The younger person was an exact clone of Ollie, only if Ollie was thirteen years younger and a boy. His hair was also shaved close to his head.

The three of them stared at each other for a very long time, all in shock.

“Who are you?” the older one asked.

“I’m…I’m Adelaide. Who are you?”

“Dane. What are you doing here?”

“I just got here.” So, Ollie hadn’t made it home yet to tell her family about their misadventure. Obviously, Adelaide didn’t want a repeat of what just happened, but she wasn’t sure how to get out of this one.

Dane’s suspicious demeanor evaporated almost instantly. “Oh, welcome! This here’s Oliver.” He rested his hands on the boy's shoulders, and Oliver smiled up at her.

Huh, Adelaide thought. Ollie and Oliver.

Dane continued. “Why don’t you come inside? We can help you get set up with a place.”

“Oh, I’m okay, thank you-” Adelaide started.

“C’mon. You young borrowers think you can tackle the world all on your own. My Olivia’s the same. Take it from an old man, you-”

“No, really-”

“Dad, we were gonna go borrowing!” Oliver complained.

Adelaide jumped on the opportunity. “In that case, I really don’t want to interrupt-”

“We can go borrowing later. There’s always time for borrowing.”

“Thank you, sir, but-”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” a familiar female voice shouted. Uh oh. Ollie was back.

Adelaide turned around to see steam coming out of the woman’s ears. Her bag looked significantly heavier than before, which meant she went out borrowing. She had some real balls then, borrowing not five minutes after getting caught by a Bean.

“Language!” Dane scolded. “And keep your voice down!”

“Oh, don’t need to worry about that,” Ollie laughed wryly. “Bean already knows about us.”

Dane looked dumbfounded. Maybe even a little scared. “How-”

Ollie pointed her thumb at Adelaide. “All thanks to this one.” Dane looked between them, waiting for an explanation, but Ollie zeroed in on Adelaide. “Get away from my family,” she spat.

“I was trying to leave, I swear,” Adelaide explained hurriedly. She didn’t like her odds, stuck in unfamiliar walls three-to-one. 

“Then what were you doing in the walls?” Ollie pressed.

“I live in the walls! Not these walls, but in another house, I live in the walls! I just had a big fight with Ian, over you, actually, and I wanted to be alone. And in case you didn’t notice, it’s hard to find a place to be alone in a Bean’s house unless you’re in the walls.”

“So does the Bean know about us?” Dane asked seriously.

“Yes,” Ollie said.

“Kind of,” Adelaide clarified.

“How?” Dane asked.

“Well…he’s my friend,” Adelaide winced, waiting for a reaction. Oliver looked frightened, but Dane remained stoic. Ollie was still fuming. Since nobody said anything, she continued, speaking only to Dane. “He was asleep, I ran into Ollie borrowing, and then he woke up. He thought she was going to hurt me, so he grabbed both of us and set us on the table. Ollie was free to go from the start, he’s just nosy…”

At the mention of being grabbed, Dane paled. Adelaide probably should have avoided that part, but Ollie would have brought it up eventually. She didn’t want to seem like a liar any more than she already did. “So, he knows Ollie exists. He knows where an entrance to the walls is. That’s it.”

Dane thought about this, then said, “Adelaide, I think you should leave.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I’m sorry for bothering you.” Adelaide dejectedly turned to go. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to leave the walls just yet, but she’d at least go back to the entrance for now. Then she thought of something important. “Please don’t move. I know what it’s like, but he really doesn’t mean any harm. He won’t tell anyone, he won’t seek you out, and we’re probably leaving in the next week or so anyway.”

Adelaide knew how terrifying it was to have a Bean know of your existence, and even worse, know where you lived. They were capable of anything. They could tear down the walls, they could set up traps, they could poison the air. The ever-present uncertainty was agonizing.

The alternative was moving, and when you lived in a disconnected house, that meant going outside, which was incredibly dangerous. That’s why borrowers avoided it at all costs. Luckily, this was an apartment, but if these people had to choose between Ian or uprooting their entire life, the obvious choice was Ian. She felt like she at least owed them that information.

“And for the record, he’s saved my life a number of times, and I’d trust him to do it again. We’ve had each other's backs through situations you can’t even begin to imagine. Not all Beans are evil.”

Adelaide said her piece. They could either take it or leave it. She hated leaving, hated giving up on this opportunity, but she’d done more damage than she could take back. She just hoped they’d listen to her and choose to stay.

The walk back to the entrance was uneventful. Adelaide stopped by the pipes she noticed earlier to wash her face and her old clothes, which she would hopefully change into when they dried. She still hadn’t had a proper shower since they got back, and she only had the two sets of clothes. When she reached the crack in the wall though, she couldn’t force herself to leave.

Adelaide wasn’t torn between two worlds. She couldn’t be, because she didn’t belong to either of them. She was much too small for the human world, but had too many connections to the human world to truly exist in the borrower world. It wouldn’t be fair to claim the safety of the walls as her own, but she never truly felt safe outside of them either.

She belonged in the threshold, not quite in, not quite out. So that’s where she sat for hours on end. The Threshold. Numb to the world, she curled up on the hard wooden floor and eventually fell asleep.

***

When Adelaide woke up, it was nighttime. She noticed that a piece of fabric had been draped over her while she slept, which she snuggled into cozily. It was cold.

The fabric couldn’t have come from Ian. She was too far in the walls for his hand to fit through, which meant it came from one of the three she met today. Even when they were mad at her, even when they wanted absolutely nothing to do with her, they took care of her out of the kindness of their hearts. If that wasn’t a borrower sentiment, she didn’t know what was.

As she stretched, Adelaide wondered who gave her the fabric. Honestly, she had no clue. She thought about going back and thanking them, but she didn’t want to intrude any further. So, she left the fabric folded up next to the wall for them to grab next time they came by. She hoped that by folding it, she was showing her appreciation. It was too bad she’d never be able to talk to them again and find out.

Wanting nothing less than to accidentally run into any of them, and with nothing else to do, Adelaide decided it was time for her to apologize to Ian.

She hated apologies. It made her feel vulnerable and guilty and she was always scared it would lead to a ‘serious talk.’ More than she hated apologizing, Adelaide hated serious talks.

She dragged her feet as she left the walls, taking as much time as she possibly could to make it over to the couch. There was somebody sitting there, but they were backlit by the TV, so she couldn’t tell exactly who it was. She half-hoped it was Sarah or Kelly so she didn’t have to deal with this tonight.

As always, Adelaide stuck as close to the walls as she could, which usually sucked because it took her double the amount of time to get anywhere. Now, it was to her benefit. Mostly. Just as it gave her the time to stall, it also gave the dread time to blossom.

As she came around the edge of the couch, Adelaide saw that it was indeed Ian. He was awake, watching TV. Sarah was nowhere to be found, and Kelly laid on the couch fast asleep with her legs propped up on his lap.

Well, here goes nothing.

Adelaide threw her hook up to latch onto the side table, knowing full well that it would alert Ian to her presence. She began her ascent but immediately wished she hadn’t. Climbing up with a dislocated pinky and a generally achy hand was much harder than sliding down. It was a long and arduous process, and it took ages just to get halfway. Adelaide’s arms and legs shook so badly she thought she was going to lose her grip.

At that moment, Ian leaned over the edge of the couch to track her process. He too noticed it was taking abnormally long. “You uh…want help?” He knew she needed help, but whether she wanted it was a completely different story.

Adelaide was primed and ready to fight back, but she honestly didn’t know if she could make it. “Yes, please,” she admitted, already angry with herself for giving in.

Ian let the thread slide through his fingers as he scooped her up and set her down gently on the plastic side table. He unhooked her hook, handed it back to her, and returned his attention to the TV.

“Ian,” Adelaide said.

“What’s happenin’?” He turned his head to give her his full attention.

Stuck as he was under Kelly’s legs, Ian was going to be well above Adelaide’s eye level for the majority of their conversation, which did not help her nerves in the slightest. She craned her neck back and blurted, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Ian asked.

Adelaide floundered. He certainly wasn’t going to make this easy. “Um, I’m sorry…for yelling at you. For telling you to back-”

“Woah, I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I uh, I know. Apology accepted.” Ian laughed lightly, trying to keep his voice down.

But Adelaide was on a roll. She didn’t come all the way up here for nothing. “I just…I was so hellbent on finding a friend my own size that I ignored the friend I had right in front of me. I shouldn’t have blown you off like that.”

“Did you come up with that one yourself?” Ian asked, eyebrow raised. It sounded like she pulled the apology right out of a sitcom.

“Wuh - yeah?”

Ian then thought about what she actually said, and he considered the situation that played out. To him, this new borrower was fascinating. He’d never met any of them outside of Adelaide, and he had so many questions. He needed to know more. Only now did he realize his fascination should have been secondary to Adelaide’s. She needed it way more than he did. 

“Hey, I get it. But it's entirely possible I should’ve let you, um, handle it. Something about curiosity and a cat…,” he trailed off. “I fear I may have left a bad impression on your - on your friend there. How’s she doing?”

Adelaide rubbed her sore neck, already tired from looking up. She chuckled. “She’s completely pissed at me. Maybe probably at you too, but definitely at me. I don’t think she’s ever gonna talk to me again.” She neglected to mention Ollie’s family. It wouldn’t be fair.

“I’m sorry, Della,” Ian whispered. He nudged her slightly with a knuckle, causing her to sway in place.

What could she say? ‘ It’s okay,’ didn’t feel entirely correct, because it wasn’t okay and she wasn’t okay, but it wasn’t totally his fault. “Yeah, what can you do?” was the best she could come up with.

“I’m going to bed. You coming?” Ian held his hand out for her.

Adelaide eyed the hand, considering his offer, but unfortunately she had just woken up from a very long nap. “Nah, not tired.”

“Suit yourself,” he yawned, extricating Kelly's legs from his lap and trudging over to the bed.

Adelaide sat there for a while, trying to watch whatever was on the TV. She couldn’t help eyeing Kelly every now and again, making sure the girl was still asleep. It didn’t take long for her to get bored, though, and soon she was sliding back down her thread. At this rate, her hand was never going to heal.

Adelaide decided to borrow. It always helped take her mind off things. There was no way she would climb again tonight, so she entered the walls through the hole on the floor and tried to navigate her way to the kitchen from within. It wasn’t too difficult - the walls were practically set up for borrowers here - and she was elated to find out there was a hole that connected directly to the back of a cupboard. She would kill to have this back home.

Sarah had a lot more food than Ian. Snacks littered the cabinet, so much so that Adelaide couldn’t decide where to start. Bags were only rolled closed - no clips holding them shut, boxes were left open. She could spend hours here!

Unfortunately, her bag was only so big. She stashed a couple of nuts and some goldfish, and she snacked on a pretzel while she borrowed.

A rustle of plastic caught her attention. Adelaide was pretty sure she knew what it was, but she cautiously pulled out her knife, prepared for anything.

She was right. Ollie appeared from within the walls, and when they spotted each other, she threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. “Dude!” she shout-whispered.

Adelaide played dumb. “What?”

“Get out of here!”

“I’m borrowing.” Part of Adelaide kept calm because she knew it would keep Ollie calm. Another part of her kept calm because it made her feel like the bigger, better person.

“Why? Your Bean doesn’t feed you?” Ollie sneered.

“Ha-ha,” Adelaide said, refusing to let that get her riled up. “Um, no, I feed myself, mostly. You want the rest of this?” She held up her pretzel stick.

“No.”

Adelaide shrugged. “I guess I’ll be on my way, then.”

Ollie froze, her posture becoming hostile. “You’re not gonna…” The implication hung in the air. You’re not gonna tell the Bean I’m here, are you?

“Oh God, no, no. I was gonna explore the walls some more…If that’s alright with you,” Adelaide said sarcastically.

“It’s actually not alright with me.”

Adelaide had had it. “What’s your problem?!”

“How dare you align yourself with a Bean?! How dare you call yourself a borrower?!”

“You think I don’t ask myself that every single day?” Adelaide shouted. Then, remembering the three giants sleeping not too far away, she lowered her voice. “Ollie, I understand more than you know. Beans took my family from me. We both have reasons to distrust them, so I know why you can’t trust me . You’ve got a family to protect. I get it. But I don’t have anyone. So forgive me for having a giant friend, but he’s the only person who has shown me any kindness in the last decade, so…”

Adelaide ran out of words. She was done. Ollie could think whatever she wanted, but Adelaide was out of here.

“I’m sorry about your family,” Ollie whispered. Shocked at the sudden change of tone, Adelaide turned to see remorse on the woman’s face. “My…our mom was taken from us too. By a mouse. It got her leg, and it got infected, and we couldn’t…”

“I’m sorry,” Adelaide repeated. What else was there to say?

“He really isn’t going to hurt us?” Ollie asked.

Adelaide heard the fear in her voice. She was scared, and she had every right to be. Maybe Adelaide was being harsh again. She noticed Ollie’s bag bulging, and it probably wasn’t polite to point it out, but she did anyway. “If you’re packing to leave, don’t. He’s not gonna hurt you. He doesn’t even know your dad or brother exist. And if you really don’t want to be around him, I can ask him to leave.”

“And take you with him?”

“I mean, yeah. Why? I thought you hated me.”

“I don't hate you. Just…misjudged you.”

They gave each other weak smiles. Did they really just come to an understanding?

“Do the other Beans know about us?” Ollie asked.

“Sarah and Kelly? No. They know I exist, but Ian wouldn’t tell them without asking you first. Or asking me to ask you,” Adelaide rambled.

“Why do you spend so much time in the walls, then?”

“Same reason you do, I guess. Security. Privacy. Borrowing. Even though I’m friends with a giant, their world is a big one. One that’s not made for us.”

Ollie thought about that. “Well, I’ve gotta get back, explain things to my dad. But I retract what I said earlier. I’m alright with you exploring the walls…Maybe I can show you around tomorrow?”

Adelaide gawked. They didn’t just come to an understanding - this was an active invitation into Ollie’s life! Maybe she could have her cake and eat it too. Her first thought was to tell Ian, but then she thought about how that was her first thought, which was…troubling. She couldn’t dwell on it though, or she’d spiral into another existential crisis. “Sure!” she said.

With that, Ollie disappeared, and Adelaide was alone in the cupboard once more. That honestly couldn’t have gone better. Spirits uplifted, she made her way back to the hole in the wall with more pep in her step.

She could find a place to sleep out in the open, but that made her nervous. Even when it was just Ian, or even an empty house, sleeping out in the open felt too vulnerable. Add in two extra Beans and a new, foreign environment - Adelaide would be surprised if she relaxed enough to sleep.

She also didn’t want to bother Ollie and her family further, so Adelaide settled for sleeping in the same place she did earlier - in the Threshold. Without a blanket, she laid her head on her lumpy bag and draped her jacket over herself. It wasn’t much, but it’d do.

It took a long time, to the point where Adelaide was sure she saw sunlight peek into the home beyond, but eventually, she fell into a dreamless sleep.

***

Adelaide awoke to a booming, quick rapping on the walls. The floor shook, dust fell from the ceiling, and the knocking was so loud that she had to cover her ears.

Once the noise stopped, she realized that it could only be one thing. Ian.

.

Next

[gallavichthings]

If you’ve been in the fandom for more than one week, you’ve definitely come across the name of this week’s interviewee: Shamelessquestions on AO3, or @goodkwuestion​, as Kay goes by both here and on Twitter, is a household name in this fandom, and rightfully so. With stories that rank among everyone’s favorites, such as Sexual Harassment in the Workplace, Lost in Translation, Pomp and Circumstance. and The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher, Kay deserves a fandom just for herself, to be honest. I had the privilege to interview them this week and find out a bit more about her relationship with Shameless, Gallavich and fanfiction.

GT: Please tell me a bit about yourself. 

K: I'm not great at this, lol. I'm a young black woman. I've been a part of one fandom or another since I was about 12, I think.I'm usually a part of one fandom at a time, because that's how my focus works. I do have grand plans to become a published author one day, though I quickly get overwhelmed by the idea. I'm currently working on a sci-fi original, but recently got sucked back into Gallavich. I'm a clinician and front line worker in "real life," and I hope everyone is staying safe and making good decisions.

GT: You said you've been part of a fandom or another since you were 12. Is that when you started reading and writing fics? What was the first fandom you read or wrote for?

K: Yes, my best friend at the time actually printed out a Kenshin fic for me to read and it blew my freaking mind. The first fandom I ever actually wrote for was a soap opera called "Days of Our Lives." But those were dark times as we do not speak of it, lol. Those stories were horrendous and I've blocked them out.

GT: Kenshin as in Rurouni Kenshin?

K: The one in the very same. I think the pairing was Aoshi/Misato in that story. My first real love was Naruto though, and that's really where it all started for me as an active fandom contributor.

GT: When did you start watching Shameless and what made you ship Ian and Mickey?

K: I started watching Shameless around 2013, I think. And I just fell head over heels for Mickey and Gallavich almost immediately.Mickey's entrance with his brothers is seared into my psyche. I really got into Gallavich when Mickey returned home from juvie, and Ian (Cam, really) was a little older and had matured.Season 3 was my cementing point. Their character portrayals were amazing and unique, and their romance and it's development felt fresh and atypical. I just loved it all.

GT:When did you start writing Gallavich fanfiction? What made you start?

K:I was inhaling fanfiction by the following year and I swear, Mintsauce is like the gateway drug for Gallavich writers.

GT: THEY ARE. Especially back then. 

K: Word! I read a fic of hers called The Taste of Familiarity and it jumped into my head to write a tribute fic for it, based on the plight of poor Callum. So The Ballad of Poor Callum Scott was born and that was my entry into Gallavich fanfiction.

GT: Reading good stories is really inspiring, isn't it?

K: So inspiring! Mintsauce's stuff in particular for me back then. This fandom is filled with amazing writers; it's mindblowing.

GT: It is, indeed. There's no shortage of fics, of all kinds.

What's the most fun thing about writing Gallavich?

K: I love how I feel no restrictions when writing them. Ian and Mickey have this wealth of experiences and range that you can put them almost anywhere and it makes complete sense, you know? They're crass and messy, but they're loving, family oriented and have all these poignant moments that can meld seamlessly into almost any scenario I can think up.

GT: And what's the most difficult thing?

K: Dealing with canon.

GT: lol

K: I broke up with Shameless a while back and it's rough writing when you pay attention to some of the nonsense they trot out.

GT: That is very true.

Are you following the last season?

K: Not really. I haven't really bothered with the show since Ian broke up with Mickey on the porch and I officially checked out. I do watch the Gallavich scenes for later seasons though and I'm listening to see if they get their canon happy ending. I think I might watch the season after I get the happy ending guarantee. I'm a sensitive baby. I would not handle it well if they did them dirty.

GT: Do you prefer writing Ian or Mickey?

K: Mickey is my baby, but I do tend to write Ian's POV more.

GT: Why do you think that is?

K: From a romantic standpoint, Mickey fell so hard and is such a sure thing in his love for Ian, I think I end up trying to equalize it a bit in my writing.For other aspects, I think I approach them a little more equally.

GT: What does your writing process look like? 

K: I don't do outlines or planning, which makes me feel like a bum sometimes. I think about the story until it runs like a movie in my head, then I just write down what I see. I post a chapter as soon as I finish editing.

GT: You don't outline and you still write those amazing stories? That's incredible. What about research? How much do you research when you write?

K: I research a ton. It can get a little obsessive sometimes, especially when I'm just looking stuff up to make a silly one off statement. In TIPDIG, I ended up spending a significant chunk of time just researching the Ferris wheel for their date, for example. I read newspaper articles about its construction, checked maps, looked up what landmarks you might see from it. I'm trained in medical research; we don't play, lol.

GT: What kind of fics do you write the most? 

K: AUs, almost always. Both multichapter and oneshots. I mix genres a lot, but love to incorporate as much humour and sexy times as I can.

GT: Who are your favorite characters aside from Ian and Mickey? Do you write them too?

K: I love Lip and Mandy, and I also have a fondness for Mickey's brothers (that entrance!) even though there isn't really much about them in canon. I haven't written any Shameless fics where Ian and Mickey weren't the center of them, but I do love lots of side characters in my stories.

GT: What's your favorite Gallavich fic that you’ve written so far and why?

K: I'll be obsessed with whatever I'm working on at the time. It's probably the Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher (TIPDIG) tho. It is my most ambitious piece of writing to date. There were a lot of moving parts involved and a lot of stuff to remember and connect. That's the drawback of keeping everything stored in your head.

GT: It's a fandom favorite for sure. But then again, everything you write is.

What are your favorite type of comments to receive? 

K: If someone leaves feedback, I'm the happiest camper in the world. I love the ones where people try to reason out wtf is going on and what I'm planning. I love when people flail at me when I drop the angst hammer. I just love it all. Wait, the angst flailing ones might just be my fave, lol.

GT: You mentioned MintSauce... Are there any other writers you admire in the fandom? Or any fics that are your favorite?

K: Duuuuude! I did a whole tribute section of some of my faves at the end of one of my fics.

So Mintsauce is the OG and Spock, omg! Do not wander and Wide-eyed walker by Spock remain part of my holy grail. Exoskeletons, Ruinmynylons, Milominderbinder... I can do this all day.

GT: What are your favorite tropes?

K: Jealousy, hands down. Soulmate and pining

GT: What are some of your fanfiction pet peeves?

K: Crazy long monologues, sex without preparation, being overly descriptive/detailed on things I feel are irrelevant, ooc behaviour.

GT: What’s your favorite season of Shameless? Do you have a favorite episode?

K: I think season 3 remains my fave, for nothing else because it's when I truly fell into Gallavich.

Fave episode is currently the one that introduced me to bridezilla Mickey. Noel ate that. It had to be fun to shoot.

GT: What's your favorite Gallavich scene?

K: That's a hard one to choose. I currently love their reunion at the docks after Mickey escaped from prison. I will always have a soft spot for the dugouts scene as well. The proposal was also good.

GT: If you could go back and change one thing in canon, what would it be?

K: Oh lord, so much. But definitely the porch breakup. That was just a mess for me.

GT: It came out for left field. 

Ok, so what's next? Do you have and fic plans?

K: Well I recently came out of Gallavich retirement and I'm currently in the middle of my latest multichap, Old Rules for New Side Pieces. I'm playing it by ear after that. I'm also trying to settle down to get to work on my original books.

GT: Best of luck with that!

K: Thank you!

GT: That was it. Thank you so much for taking the time to do this with me! Any parting words?

K: I just think it's great that you're putting time and effort into talking to fandom contributors. It was fun and I'm sure it's appreciated.

And thanks to those who have read my work, offered support and welcomed me right back. It feels good to be a part of the Shameless fandom again. ♥