#goodnight gallagher

[kotakunnn]

Gals that will probably never see the light of day. ever maybe.

hello and goodnight, Penacony / Gallagher.

[jademickian]

I think it’s pretty neat that stargazing was a Gallavich thing. 

In season 2, Mickey says “you want us to put a blanket out and look for shooting stars next?” There is that—once again—an inner desire hidden behind the veil of a witty rhetoric. The dawn is popularly the symbol of new hope, the sun coming up shining its light, enveloping the ground with a potential of joy and rebirth. But with stargazing, the darkness in which it transpires precedes the coming of dawn. It is the hoping itself, the wishing, the tilting of head towards the sky, like the heart whispering a prayer to the universe. The sun is a very bright star that illuminates all. It’s overwhelming with its promise of renewal and warmth of love. That's why it’s much easier to look at tinier, less brighter stars at night. The multitude of them enough to give light—not too much—but just enough to stare at, so it doesn’t hit you all at once. The dawn would tell him he deserves to love and be loved, and that contrary to his belief, he’s not fucked for life. It’s a crazy jump, and the blaze of it might even burn. Meanwhile, the twinkle of the stars would tell him that a boy likes him enough to hang out with him, and that it is okay to long for something so far out of reach, for now.

In season 5, Ian is having some grass time (he’s lying on the grass), stargazing. Earlier than this, he mentions you can never see this many stars from Chicago because of light pollution. Mickey calls, and he holds it up to stare at his ringing phone. Contemplating whether he should or should not. He stares at the stars—weaver of fates, guider of travels. Desire, once again, for answers. A confirmation. Some direction. There must be something because here, they’re clearer, unlike back home where it’s hindered by stray city lights. Maybe this could help clear his clouded mind. Maybe he could draw constellations by connecting the dots and it’ll show him what to keep, what to lose. A glint. A flicker. “That’s the most important thing, to find somebody to love, right? Who loves you back for who you are.” But the thing about the stars’ divine message is that it could often be misunderstood. Misinterpreted. Maybe the stars will sigh, oh well. Guess you could take detours. Because another thing about stars is that, although enigmatic to a fault, they know where everything must go. They are close to the language of the gods. Perhaps for now, the answer is to be apart because in the grand scheme of things, it will all play out as planned. 

In season 7, together, under the very same stars. It is hope and desire realized. Who would’ve thought? It was inexplicable, almost alien, that this is how their story is going now. But to the stars, it’s an old song. This is exactly where they should be. It’s the same narrative back then under the bleachers, when they didn’t know better. When voicing your feelings seems a futile and gargantuan feat. It’s the same story now, when they reconvene after, celestial forces refusing to cut these ties. When feelings are all you could voice out, as you’ve learned that if they swim inside you long enough, you’ll drown. “God I missed you.” The stars have known since the beginning. Its plans, slowly unfolding themselves. The wisdom they hold seem nearer now that if reached by the fingertips could be cold to the touch—not yet, not yet. 

But even stars could grow impatient. 

Even stargazer lilies—observer of heavenly bodies, predictor of futures—bloom facing the sky. Upwards, toward the stars, the flower looks upon. Maybe they’re ready for the dawn. The sun, the bigger and brighter star. The ball of fire catapulting itself, yet it doesn’t burn. It caresses, warm to the touch, and over the land gives life. It is here before them, and it will be here after. 

“Now?” Now.

[lupeloto]

goodnight friends, here’s some smiley mickey and ian to end your week <33

they are dear to me ^_^

[beeholyshit]

Gallagher the man you are...

[dwsavideos]

Welcome back to Broadway Alex Wyse! Here are fun screenshots from Sean and Kathryn’s Instagram stories about Alex.

Anyone who sees Goodnight Oscar PLEASE tell me all about it! Super excited for Alex and the whole company!

Also it’s so good to hear that Alex and Kathryn are still dating after all this time. They make a cute couple.

[aromanticasterisms]

............huh.

[abigailspinach]

"That bitch loves Instagram" 😂😂😂

I bet Debbie is all over TikTok

And Liam is like super smart and engaged in politics in BlueSky and like answering questions on Quorra.

What I think Ian Gallagher’s camera roll looks like

If you want personal camera one, just a ask me🥰

[remusluvr]

illicit affairs | lip gallagher

summary: you and Lip are up late in the kitchen. content: female reader, insinuations of sex, unedited

"Starting to think you two are attached at the hip," Ian teases from his spot at the kitchen table.

It's late, nearly midnight, and you're not sure why you're still up. Actually, Lip's up which means you're up. Your arms are wrapped around his bicep as he makes you and himself something small to eat.

You send a glare over Ian's way and he laughs at you, "Not making fun of you, sweetheart."

It feels like he is. Lip huffs out what you think is supposed to be a laugh or maybe just acknowledgment of the conversation but he doesn't chime in. You tuck yourself further into him, laying your cheek against his arm.

"We'll go to bed in a minute," he promises, finishing up your food. He looks away from his task to press a kiss to your head, finger hooking underneath your chin to pull your gaze up to him. He smiles down at you, leaving a weak peck on your lips before his attention is away from you again.

"Thank you," you yawned. He hums in response, handing you over the snack he's made for you. Letting go of his arm, he frowns at you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His face presses into the comforting space between your neck and your shoulder. He can't help but leave a kiss there, sending goosebumps over your skin.

Ian bids his goodnights whilst mumbling something about the two of you being too lovey-dovey. You giggle when Lip spins you around, keeping you pressed between him and the counter behind you.

"You're very pretty," he mumbles, eyes trained on you. He backs away slightly, hands firmly holding your hips as he looks you up and down. Your face flushes underneath his watch and you draw your bottom lip into your mouth. "Nuh-uh, don't do that to me."

"I'm not doing anything," you whine, lips pushing out into a pout. He rolls his eyes, backing away from you with his hand thrown up by his chest. "What? No, come back."

"I don't know. If I come back, will you stop looking at me with those 'fuck-me' eyes?" he teases.

"Fine," you huff, turning your back towards him. Lip has to take a deep breath before he walks back over to you, hand moving around you to move your plate out of the way before the same hand is pressing on your lower back and bending you over the counter. "Did my 'fuck-me' eyes make you do this?"

"Shut up."

Maybe Ian was right, you two are attached at the hip.

[avenshine]

“waiting on me?” + ( hsr penacony men )

waiting on your boyfriend to return home, you fall asleep.

warnings: spoilers for 2.0 main story quest. possibly ooc, trying to get a feel of their personalities to write, kinda rambled on dr ratio’s part sorry, lmk if i missed anything.

AVENTURINE

he had promised to bring home dinner for both, so you could enjoy it and just discuss whatever came to mind.

unfortunately, that’s not what the ipc had in mind. they had him in an unexpected, long meeting. the food had gotten cold, and by the time he returned home, you were already sleep.

he kisses your forehead softly, whispering into your ear, unsure if you’d remember or he’d just appear in your dream and say it.

“i promise i’ll make it home earlier, my luckiest charm.”

SUNDAY

as a member of the family, he’s constantly busy, but he always makes time for you. today was a tiny bit of the exception, though.

he had some rather difficult people checking in at the hotel, so dealing with them in the most polite way he could took more time than he imagined.

so when he returns back to you, he finds you sound asleep, letting out an apology and a promise to make it up to you.

he puts a blanket over you, wishing you a goodnight and a very, sweet dream of how he can make it up to you.

DR RATIO

dr ratio tries not to make promises he cannot keep. it doesn’t matter, big or small, time frame, if he feels he cannot do it — he doesn’t.

so when he’s late to your date, that you guys had planned months in advance, he feels terrible. he didn’t realize how much time had actually passed, the book he was reading wasn’t as important as you, this was just a simple fact. so how come he was so caught up in that he forgot the time?

at this point in time, he’s currently rushing over to your place, to apologize. he has a spare key, so when you don’t answer to his pleads, he figured there’s only one logical reason, you fell asleep. he opens the door, locks it and finds you still in your date night outfit, asleep like he figured.

“i’m so sorry, my love. i will spend as long as i need to, making this up to you.” and he carries you to bed, putting the covers over you; and wishes you a night well.

GALLAGHER

gallagher, like dr ratio, doesn’t want to make promises he can’t keep. he tries to stay on top of things, but how was he supposed to know he’d run into the nameless and their “friend?”

that definitely slowed down his journey, so when he finally makes it back to you— he spews nothing but constant apologises, and when you don’t respond— he figures he’s really pissed you off.

until he takes a closer look, and realizes you’re just sleeping.

he smiles at the sight of just you before he writes a quick note; leaving it beside you before he leaves again in the night to attend to his bartending.

[spectacular-skywalker]

Thinking about Lip with a sleepy girl aka me

a/n: Had this in my drafts. Think I wrote it at like 2 am so probably not the most coherent.

His girl would always be tired and be able to fall asleep anywhere. At first he was really concerned because she would yawn all the time, but then he would learn that she's just a sleepy girl. Lip would learn that once it hit 3 pm it is impossible to avoid a nap for the next few hours. You'd bring your own fluffy blanket to keep at the Gallaghers. Lip secretly loves the plush pink fabric but he'll never admit it. There would be so many times he would come home after work to find his girl passed out on the couch or his bed. Always trying to wait up for him but you would give in to your heavy eyes. He'd carry you up to his bed and tuck you in making sure to join you as quick as possible. He would also get used to offering his shoulder as a pillow. When you and Lip are on the L late at night he offers his shoulder and wraps his arm around you. This would become an unconscious practice anytime Lip sees your droopy eyelids and tired smile. He'd always give you a sweet kiss on the forehead and the softest goodnight.

[ezraischell]

Tags : terminally ill!reader, spoilers, angst, dunno what else to put.

“dear death, goodnight.” — gallagher x fem!reader

She felt betrayed. So this was how betrayal felt. No wonder others would often state it to be a painful experience. At this point, She's just wondering if everyone on her side will always betray her like this good friend of hers did. Why? Because he was 'Death' The nightmare that The Family spoke silent of. He stands with a lopsided yet ominous smirk on his face right after the memetic entity lunges it's claw through her back..

The dream he was to her little heart no longer remained. Despite being a sickly person, she actually has a few cards up her sleeve. However, she never thought that she would be using it against the friend that she trusted the most. She was preparing it for when the time of her death comes but to think that she would use it so abruptly and sooner than she planned, she wasn't expecting it. “Die, Gallagher..” She muttered weakly as the claw of the memetic entity impaled her back while she shakily raised her hand, a glowing bow manifesting from her side before she snapped her fingers, causing the bow to shoot a massive arrow towards him. However, due to her blurry eyesight caused by the blood loss on her part, she failed to actually aim at him. The arrow manage to graze Gallagher's shoulder, causing him to grimace before his smirk reappeared. Oh, how desperate... His hand grabbed her shoulder as he swung her around to stare into her face before leaning down. Gallagher pressed his face against her cheek just enough to be close. His voice was soft, almost intimate, as he spoke to her. "Do you realize how pathetic this is? You're clinging to your useless last breath. That bow of yours won't even phase me. Why do you struggle..?" She could barely hear and comprehend his words anymore, already out of her mind as she was slowly dying. However, despite this, her only thought was to protect the family against her friend, gallagher, who is also the death that the family has been warned about. Thus, without much thought, she decided to use her final card against her friend who betrayed her and the family. “Must.. protect.. the family.. Can't fail..” There was a reason as to why she was ill and sickly in the first place. It was because she was constantly using her vitality whenever she uses her powers blessed and granted to her by the Aeon of the Hunt named Lan, especially since the very core of her power was her heart. Therefore, she raised her trembling hand towards her chest, sharp claws growing on her nails with the intention to rip her heart out. Gallagher's eyes widened as he watched his friend. She had so little time left already, but she still insisted on fulfilling her duty to The Family. He couldn't just keep staring. Gallagher pulled her towards him and wrapped his hands around hers, stopping her from ripping her own heart out. He lifted her up in order to lay both him and her down on the ground. His hands were still gripping her hands as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. Using the last ounce of her strength, she pushed Gallagher off of her and immediately impaled her chest with her sharp claws as it sunk deep into her skin before pulling her heart out, it was bleeding but the color was unusual, the color of the blood that her heart bled was blue. It wasn't normal at all. It was the pinnacle and the very anchor of her power. "Wake up.. Avatar of Retribution.." She stuttered one final command as she crushed the heart in her hand and used the blood to draw a certain insignia with its blood, causing a giant cross to appear as it chained the memetic entity to itself and struck it endlessly with consecutive flashes of thunder. On the other hand, she was already dying, just a few more minutes and she'll finally lose her life. As much as she wanted to kill Gallagher, also known as death, she couldn't. She was way too attached to her friend despite his betrayal towards her and the family.

Gallagher watched as her heart bled and was used as some sort of medium for her so called final card. Her power is in her very blood and heart? He would have to admit, he's never been as fascinated as he currently is in his entire life.

Right after undergoing the attack of retribution, the memetic entity still managed to live and survive since due to her weakened condition, the final card had its limits and therefore, was also weakened. However, it didn't survive unscathed.

Gallagher leaned over to his dying friend, taking her in his arms gently, despite her bleeding heart. She was dying... and there was no coming back from that. Gallagher placed her head on his chest, caressing her hair as he spoke to her.

“How did you think this would play out, my dear friend?”

She could only offer a strained smile towards him as she sighed before closing her eyes, her breathing now shallow and slow as her body began to feel numb and limp.

“I.. I don't know.. mm.. I'm tired.. Gallagher..” She muttered weakly, her mind slowly blanking out on her as the smile on her lips soon dissipated into a thin line.

“Shh....” Gallagher said softly as his hands ran through her hair, his voice gentle but bittersweet. He was still aware that his friend was dying right in his arms.

“Rest now, my friend. You're very tired... go back to your dreams.”

Gallagher leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, and brushed aside the loose hair off of her forehead before closing her eyes. “...Sleep..”

Despite her eyes being closed, it still managed to shed tears as her tears stained her face while her hand slowly slipped out of his grasp and fell limp to her side.

“I.. I love you, Gallagher..” She managed to croak out, albeit weakly as her voice wavered, finally losing her ability to speak as she uttered her final words.

She had always wanted her last words to be something cool back in the past and she was intending to practice it on Gallagher but she definitely did not expect to confess her feelings to him as her first last words.

“Goodnight..” Thus, after finally uttering these final words, she succumbed to her death. She finally confessed her feelings right before her death.

It was a bittersweet moment for Gallagher, who continued to run his hands through her hair. When he noticed her final tears falling off her face and the loose hand that slipped out of his grasp, he began to tear up.

Gallagher leaned down to kiss her. “I love you more.” He muttered before letting his lips rest on her forehead.

“...Goodnight, My little wolf..”

[skxllz]

“ j’st want you by me... ” you mumble sleepily, snuggling into the side of your boyfriend with a droop of your head to his shoulder. the atmosphere is quaint and peaceful, ‘side from the tv playing in the background at a reasonable volume. reruns of everybody loves raymond was on — a family favorite that you used to binge when you were younger.

lip hummed, a smile gracing his mouth as he looked down to you; spotting that you instantly fell into slumber. an arm of warm generosity circled your shoulders, tugging you closer - as close as you guys’ bodies would let him. in the beaming, blue-ish glow of the television lighting, you looked angelic to him; lips parted, letting out small puffs of air, while your lashes kissed the upper core of your cheeks. flittering everytime your chest rose - only to fall, pretty lips dipping and rubbing together. if he could take a picture, he would, but sadly his phone was placed on the coffee table — he rather not wake you.

“ goodnight, gorgeous... ” the gallagher boy whispered, placing a kiss to your forehead tenderly. “ sweet dreams. ”

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[elisezone]

dating liam gallagher <3

• Imagine meeting him at a pub, late night, somewhere in central london. You dont particulary care for the drinks, youre just there because your friends are.

• Imediatly you catch his eye, he's never seen someone quite like you. Your enegry is different, glowing.

• You get talking, about whatever painfully avarage football match is playing over the bar, or whatever was on top of the pops last night. You have so much in common, yet youre such different people.

• He doesnt act the way he does in the tabloids, not around you. His usual rude, loud sassy demeanour is dropped instantly. He acctually listens to you. He doesnt interupt, or disagree, he just sits there on the stall, laughing and nodding his head and any drunken joke you make.

• He would ask for your number, ripping off part of a cigarette package and asking the bar tender for a pen, hastily writing it down.

• He orders your last drink, and kisses you goodnight as you leave.

• The next morning, he calls.

• You could talk for hours, conversation so natural between you. As if you have been friends for life. He asks how you slept, how your morning is, whats for breakfast.

• He finnishes the hour long call with a request of a lunch date.

[p4rallel-universe]

brokeback

(Lip Gallagher x male reader)

summary: when Ian leaves the club for good, he brings home a friend from work to crash at the Gallagher house for a bit. Lip is drawn to him a bit more than he'd like to admit, and he isn't sure what it means.

"who's this?" Lip questions as he enters the gallagher house to find Ian on the couch and next to him, another guy of a seemingly similar age. a few bags are on the floor between them. the guy looks sheepish as Ian speaks up.

"this is Y/N, we worked together at the club. left that place for good and he decided to join me. he's gonna stay here for a bit, i'll take care of him though. don't worry about it." Ian explains and Lip nods, lighting up a cig as he walks to the kitchen. "good to meet you," he mumbles as he walks off, and you sigh in relief.

you felt awful, really, intruding on your friends house like this, but when Ian announced he was sick of being thrown around like a piece of meat at the club and was going to leave for good, you figured you'd follow. tips weren't nearly as good as they used to be, so they stopped making up for the whole starving-yourself-just-to-be-groped-by-old-guys thing. you didn't have a plan for leaving. no family and no friends who weren't in similar situations, so Ian suggested you crash at his family's place till you figure it out. Ian could be crazy unhinged, but he was a damn good friend.

Ian invites you upstairs and you pick up your stuff, it isn't much, but it proves to be quite heavy. you see Ian's brother - you're sure his name is Phil or something - in the kitchen. he's in an off white wife-beater drinking orange juice from the carton and you notice his arms are pretty nice. then you realise lusting after your friends brother who you're staying with for the forseeable probably isn't smart.

you decide to get an early night, Ian helps you settle in and says goodnight. you can't thank him enough for it all, really. he leaves to head downstairs as you try get some sleep.

"so, new friend, huh?" Lip asks Ian as they share a cig on the back porch,

"yeah, he used to be a dancer at the club, same as me," Ian explains as he takes a puff,

"so we got another gay under the gallagher roof then?" Lip jokes with a bit too much intensity and he cringes, because he doesn't mean it that way, "i feel like a dick, you know, not saying hi or anything."

"nah don't worry about it, he's just glad you didn't throw him out the second you saw him." this makes Lip smile and he doesn't know why,

"cool." he says, tossing the burnt-out cig and heading inside. and when he walks past his old room where Y/N is asleep he pretends he doesn't want to crack open the door and check on him. and when he tries to sleep he hopes the fact he can't stop thinking about another guy doesn't mean anything.

the next morning Y/N comes downstairs ready to make a better impression, Lip is at the breakfast table, just about the leave when he sees you.

"hey," Lip nods to you and Y/N greets him back, "you want some of this? i gotta leave soon anyway."

when Lip passes Y/N the plate their hands brush and Lip's lingers for a bit longer than it maybe should've. when Y/N looks right in his eyes he feels too strange not to leave right there. so he does, and Y/N is left at the table, flustered and very confused. and maybe a bit too hopeful.

Ian is outside on the porch drinking a beer when Y/N finds him and sits with him. Ian offers the bottle and Y/N takes it, taking a sip and grimacing.

"tastes like the club." you joke and Ian chuckles taking another swig, "so, your brother- Phil?"

"Lip." he corrects,

"yeah, Lip, what's his deal anyway?" you ask, trying not to sound too curious, and the look Ian gives you makes you think you didn't do a very good job.

"what d'you mean?" he looks at you, puzzled,

"i dunno, he seems...edgy? like nervous, he practically threw himself out the door when i came down for breakfast." you joke and take another sip of the cold drink you're sharing,

"huh, doesn't sound like Lip...maybe he's into you" Ian gives you a look and you both burst into a fit of laughter. Ian is laughing because the idea of his own brother liking another guy AND getting flustered around him is a joke in his mind. Y/N is laughing because he's not sure what else to do when he can't help but feel drawn to his new temporary roommates very attractive, very enigmatic, very straight brother.

on the other side of the city, Lip throws a book across an empty room because he can't get you out of his head. when he picks the textbook up off the ground, he isn't sure if he recognises the hands infront of him.

that night, Lip gets home late. it's dark outside and in the Gallagher house. dark and strangely, quiet. Ian's already upstairs in bed, having an early night. Lip sniffles from the cold and takes his jacket off, throwing it over the couch, when he flicks on the room light, he sees Y/N sat at the kitchen island.

Lip nods to him because he's not sure what else to do, "couldn't sleep", Y/N says and offers the cigarette in his hands over to Lip, who walks over and tentatively takes it, bringing it to his lips. he's still close enough now that when he exhales, the smoke blows into Y/N's face. Lip's eyes shine bright in the still-dim light.

Lip flicks the cig away, not caring where it lands and Y/N's brow furrows until Lip grabs his face and slams his lips onto his. it's rough and messy because Lip is scared and Y/N is surprised. it would hurt a lot more if they both hadn't secretly craved it for days. when Lip pulls away his blue eyes look apologetic and just as he plans to brush the whole thing off, apologise, it was his bad, and take off upstairs or outside or anywhere else, Y/N grabs his face again and pulls him into a much more gentle kiss.

it's still a bit aggressive, but deliciously so. Lip's hands aren't sure where to go until they find themselves on Y/N's back. and he feels steady, and strong. and okay. this is okay. when Y/N's hands tenderly tangle themselves in his hair they both smile into the kiss.

when they finally part, their eyes both shine in the dim light with the kind of happiness you can only get from a night like this. with dim light, and a guy you can't stop thinking about. and everything smells and tastes of cigarette smoke.

and when they both go to sleep that night, they can finally close their eyes.

[book--brackets]

Best Childhood Book #5 Masterpost

Preliminary Round

01: The Book Thief - The Secret Garden (here)

02: Anne of Green Gables - A Light in the Attic (here)

03: Stardust - Tuck Everlasting (here)

04: Smile - The Neverending Story (here)

05: Gallagher Girls - Princess Academy (here)

06: Tiffany Aching - Dork Diaries (here)

07: Heist Society - Wings (here)

08: The Chronicles of Prydain - Trickster's Duology (here)

09: Damar - Goodnight Mr. Tom (here)

10: Emily - Catherine, Called Birdy (here)

11: Fairyland - The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate (here)

12: Odd and the Frost Giants - The Faraway Tree (here)

13: The Candymakers - Upon a Marigold (here)

14: Betsy-Tacy - The Incorrigible Children of Ashton Place (here)

15: The Wolves of Willoughby Chase - Austin Family Chronicles (here)

16: Carry On, Mr. Bowditch - Derkholm (here)

17: The Doll People - The Chronicles of Chrestomanci (here)

18: I Survived - Best Friends (here)

19: Moon Base Alpha - Ingo (here)

20: Liesl & Po - Carrie's War (here)

21: The Cat Ate My Gymsuit - Fairy Oak (here)

22: Goddess Girls - Time Cat (here)

23: The Music of Dolphins - First Light (here)

24: The Mistmantle Chronicles - Mandie (here)

25: The Forbidden Library - Hitler's Daughter (here)

26: Les Chevaliers d'Emeraude - Silver Brumby (here)

27: Opal Plumstead - The Deptford Mice (here)

28: The Chronicles of Dragon - The Adventurer's Guild (here)

29: Tuesday McGillyCuddy - Edgar and Ellen (here)

30: The Clockwork Crow - Weenies (here)

31: Tales from the Wyrd Museum - The Doll Shop Downstairs (here)

32: Jill's Ponies - Cat School (here)

Round 1 - Coming Soon!

[andraxwz]

Hiii it’s me 😭 so I have a request for Ian Gallagher bc I don’t see much story about him. So fem!reader have a nightmare and Ian woke up bc he noticed that something is wrong, and when reader is waking up she find him on top of her trying to calm her…Idk if you know what I mean 😭

Thank uuuu 🫶🏻

NIGHT-TIME CUDDLING

warnings:abuse father,curse words,nightmares

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IT WAS 3 AM

and you were silently sleeping with ian,today your father’s been on your mind and of course you fell asleep with him in your mind.You couldn’t call the man that was your “biological dad” a father at all,he abused u throughout all of your childhood and of course sadly traumatised you

Ian noticed you were shifting and turning around a lot in your sleep,so he knew that you were most definitely having a nightmare

“dad..leave me alone..” you slowly mumble in your sleep

Ian looks at you sadly and gently lays on top of you

At first you didn’t notice him,but from all the soda that you drank throughout the day you had to pee urgently.You of course feel that in your sleep and it wakes you up,so you try to get up but notice a weight on your stomach/ chest

You think that it’s your cat but he’s not that heavy,so you decide to look down and you see Ian’s ginger hair

You slowly smile and start tapping his head slowly

“mhh..yeah?” The boy asks sleepily “what’s up..hmm?”he asks one more time while looking at you

“First of all” you chuckle “why are you on top of me?” you genuinely ask because you didn’t know

“you had a nightmare” He says while going on his part on the bed and stretches

“oh..i need to go to the bathroom quickly!” you say fast as you run towards the bathroom,he just chuckles and shakes his head

After you come to bed you see ian asleep so you kiss his forehead

“goodnight lover boy” you slowly whisper as you put the covers on yourself.