#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.

[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.

[biblical-chronicles]

Fan-service

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where Noel is so starstruck by the reader, that he can't even let a word out, especially as she presses against him to finally nail a riff that has been stuck in her head.

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Oasis had been locked in the studio all week, grinding through new material. The days were dragging, and while Noel Gallagher could usually power through long sessions with determination, something had been throwing him off his rhythm lately. He sat hunched over his guitar, strumming idly while scribbling down half-finished lyrics, though his mind clearly wasn’t on the task at hand.

Across the room, Liam leaned casually against the wall, cigarette in hand, watching his older brother with a sly grin. “You’ve been well quiet lately,” Liam started, his voice cutting through the low hum of the amps. “Bit out of character, innit? Normally, you’re banging on about summat well boring by now.”

Noel shot him a look but didn’t reply, his focus stubbornly staying on his guitar.

“Oh, I get it now.” Liam smirked, dragging on his cigarette. “You’re thinkin’ about her, ain’t ya?”

At this, Noel’s fingers faltered on the strings. He didn’t say a word, but the slight stiffening of his shoulders was all Liam needed.

“Bloody hell, this is gold!” Liam’s laugh echoed through the room, and he gestured at Noel with his cigarette. “Our kid’s gone soft over that singer. What’s her name again? That band you’re always harping on about like some lovesick twat?”

“Shut it, Liam,” Noel snapped, his voice sharp but tinged with embarrassment.

“You’re always goin’ on about how talented she is, how her voice is, what’d you say, proper angelic?” Liam snorted, clearly enjoying himself. “It’s tragic, mate. Well tragic.”

“I’m not having this conversation,” Noel muttered, shaking his head as if it could physically remove the topic from existence.

“Well, you better sort it out, ‘cause they’re booked in the next studio soon, yeah?” Liam’s grin widened as he pointed out what Noel had been dreading. “She’s gonna be right down the hall. What’re you gonna do then, eh? Gonna spend the next few weeks hiding in the bogs every time she walks by?”

“Why don’t you do one and focus on something useful for once?” Noel barked, clearly over it.

“ooh touchy touchy aren't we, alright” said Liam holding up his hands in mock surrender, though the grin never left his face. “Just don’t come crying to me when she don’t even know you exist, mate.” He gave Noel one last pointed look before wandering off, still chuckling to himself.

A week later, the studio was buzzin with sound as your band arrived to record your new album. You’d barely had time to catch your breath with how fast things had been moving lately—gigs, interviews, and now this—but it was all part of the ride.

The first few days in the studio were a mix of excitement and frustration as you worked to fine-tune the tracks. Things were going well, but one song in particular was giving you trouble. The chorus needed something—a riff, a hook—but no matter how hard you and your band tried, nothing seemed to fit.

After hours of tinkering with no breakthrough, you decided to call it a night. “You lot head off,” you told your bandmates as they packed up their gear. “I’ll grab a bite and lock up.”

They nodded, wishing you goodnight as they headed out. Left alone, you wandered into the small kitchen area of the building, rummaging through the sparse offerings until you settled on a rather sad-looking snack. You leaned against the counter, chewing absentmindedly, humming away, when the melody suddenly hit you.

It was perfect. It tied the whole chorus together in your head, and you immediately knew that you couldn’t risk losing it. Tossing the wrapper in the bin, you rushed back down the corridor towards the studio room, humming the notes under your breath so you wouldn’t forget.

Reaching the door, you realized with a groan that it was locked. “Fuck,” you muttered, tugging at the handle uselessly. Of course your bandmates locked the room up on their way out.

You stood there for a moment, wracking your brain for a solution. That’s when you heard it—a faint melody drifting down the hall.

Following the sound, you found yourself in front of a door with “Oasis” scrawled on the sign. For a brief moment, nerves fluttered in your stomach. You’d heard the stories, seen the interviews - the Gallagher brothers weren’t exactly known for being approachable. But the riff was all you could think about, and with no time to hesitate, you pushed the door open.

Inside, the band had just finished playing a song, the final notes still humming in the air. Four pairs of eyes turned to you as you stepped in, looking a bit out of place but determined nonetheless.

“Hi,” you said, trying to sound casual despite the sudden silence. “Sorry to interrupt, but, uh... would you mind if I borrowed a guitar for a sec? I’ve got this riff stuck in me head, and I need to get it down before I forget.”

Nobody said a word, the room was eerily quiet, the only sound being the faint hum of their amps. You shifted awkwardly, wondering if you’d made a mistake.

“Everyone alright? Or did I walk in at a bad time?” you joked, laughing nervously.

Finally, Liam broke the silence, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, yeah, it’s all good. I’m sure Noel won’t mind you borrowing his gear. He’s a big fan.” He turned to his brother and not-so-subtly jabbed him in the ribs.

Noel, however, looked like he might spontaneously combust at any moment now. His face turned a deep shade of red as he opened his mouth to respond but found no words. Instead, he just sat there, gripping his guitar like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

The sight sent Liam into a small fit of laughter, and it wasn’t long before the rest of the band joined in. You stood there, thoroughly confused but trying not to let it show.

“Right,” you said slowly, glancing at Liam, who was practically doubled over, already in the process of nudging Noel again. “Well, maybe don’t knock your guitarist out while you’re at it. He’s important to the band, isn’t he? And, he's kinda cute too, would be a shame to lose him.”

That only made things worse. Noel somehow managed to turn an even darker shade of red, his face now matching the hue of his knit. Liam was in hysterics at this point, the rest of the band not being far behind.

You glanced at Noel again, noticing the wide-eyed, slightly panicked expression that hadn’t left his face. His grip on the guitar seemed to tighten, and his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite manage it.

“Okay,” you said, trying to suppress a smile as you addressed the room. “He might be broken or summat, but listen, I really need to get this riff out before it slips away from me.”

Before anyone could respond, you walked over to Noel and, without much thought, slid your arms around him to reach the guitar. He froze completely, every muscle in his body going stiff as you gently moved his hands to make room for yours on the neck of the instrument.

“Right, let’s see if this works,” you muttered, focused on the notes in your head. You began plucking at the strings, slowly piecing together the melody as Noel sat motionless beneath you. Your body pressed lightly against his as you leaned over him to reach the frets, completely oblivious to the utter chaos you were causing in his head.

Behind you, Liam’s laughter hit a new level. “You seeing this?” he wheezed, looking around at the rest of the band, who were also struggling to keep their composure. “Our Noel! He’s gone, mate. Completely gone.”

The room erupted into more laughter, but you couldn't hear it, too focused on the riff. Yet, you could feel Noel shifting slightly under you, as if he were trying to sink into the floor.

Finally, you played the last few notes, the riff clicking perfectly into place. “That’s it,” you said, grinning as you let the final chord ring out. “Bloody hell, I’m glad I got that down.”

You leaned closer to Noel’s ear, whispering a quick, “Thanks for this. You’re a lifesaver.”

It wasn’t until you pulled back that you noticed just how red Noel’s face was. His skin was practically glowing, and his eyes had this dazed, glassy look as he stared blankly ahead. You couldn’t help but smile, the pieces finally starting to click into place.

“Well, I should probably head off now,” you said, stepping back from Noel and addressing the room. “Thanks for letting me steal your guitarist for a bit. I really appreciate it—and I’d love to hang out properly sometime with you lot. We’ll all be stuck here for weeks, yeah?”

The rest of the band nodded, offering their goodbyes and complimenting your career so far.

As you stepped out into the hallway, shutting the door behind you, you could still hear the faint sound of Liam cackling. You shook your head, chuckling to yourself as you started walking toward the main exit.

You didn’t get far before the door burst open behind you.

“Noel wants a private meet-and-greet!” Liam’s voice rang out, his laughter following soon after as he all but dragged his older brother into the hallway by the ear.

You turned to find Noel half-protesting, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t quite decide what to say. Liam, on the other hand, was clearly having the time of his life, practically bouncing on his feet with glee.

��Well?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you crossed your arms. “Is that true, Noel?”

Noel opened his mouth, presumably to deny everything, but Liam cut in before he could speak. “Go on, mate. Tell her how you feel. Or d’you need me to spell it out for ya?”

“Piss off, Liam,” Noel grumbled, his voice finally returning, though his usual confidence was still nowhere to be found.

“Nah, I’ll leave you to it,” Liam said, grinning as he turned back toward the studio. “But don’t think I won’t come back if you bottle it.” With that, he disappeared back inside, leaving you and Noel alone in the hallway.

You tilted your head, studying Noel with an amused expression. “Alright, what’s this all about, then? What’s he on about?”

Noel rubbed the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at you. “It’s... it’s nothin’. He’s just taking the piss, per usual.”

“Didn’t seem like nothin’ to me,” you said, stepping closer. “Come on, Noel. Spit it out. I won’t leave you alone until you tell me what’s going on.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, fine. Look... I’m a big fan of yours, alright? I think you’re brilliant—your voice, your songwriting, the lot of it. And, uh... maybe I fancy you a little, or whatever.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest at his words. “Is that so? Well, I’m flattered, really.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking down at his shoes. “It’s probably weird, me sayin’ all this.”

“Not weird at all,” you assured him, pulling him into a hug. “And for the record, I’d love to go out with you sometime.”

His head shot up, his eyes wide with surprise. “You serious?”

“Dead serious,” you said with a grin, though you couldn’t resist teasing him a little. “Though I can’t promise I won’t tell everyone about how red your face went earlier.”

“Not funny,” he muttered, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. His skin burned under your lips, and when you pulled back, you noticed how dazed he looked. Something about the moment felt too perfect to pass up, so you decided to close the gap again—this time pressing your lips fully to his.

Noel stiffened for just a moment before melting into the kiss, his hands slipping to your waist, tugging you firmly against him. The heat between you was immediate, as your fingers brushed along his jawline, tracing the scruff there before burying themselves in his hair. When you tugged gently, a low groan escaped him, his breath hitching audibly as he deepened the kiss, his grip on your hips tightening possessively.

His hands grew bolder, one sliding down to the curve of your hip while the other trailed up the small of your back, his fingers skimming the fabric as if itching to touch bare skin. The pressure of his hold sent a shiver through you, and you pressed yourself closer, your body molding against his in a way that left no space between you.

The kiss turned hungrier, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that sent sparks racing down your spine. His hands weren’t still for a moment, one sliding just beneath the hem of your shirt to rest on your bare lower back, the other venturing up your side, his thumb grazing tantalizingly close to your bra clasp.

With a subtle shift, Noel pressed you gently but firmly against the wall, his body following to keep you pinned there. You felt his fingers grip your shirt, bunching the fabric like he needed something to ground him, though the way his lips never left yours suggested he was perfectly content losing himself entirely. Your hands roamed freely now—one still tugging at his hair while the other drifted down to the broad expanse of his chest.

Then, as though driven by instinct, he hooked one of your legs around his hip, his hand sliding down to your thigh to hold it in place. The new position pressed you even closer together, your body arching into his as his lips never left yours.

You gasped into his mouth, your hands tightening in his hair and pulling him even deeper into the kiss. His grip on your thigh was firm, his fingers digging in slightly as though to steady both of you. His lips trailed to your jaw, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed a line down to your neck, his teeth grazing ever so slightly.

"Christ," he muttered against your skin, his voice huskier than usual, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. "You’re gonna be the death of me"

You grinned, breathless, your thumb tracing the outline of his cheek as you whispered back, "Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?"

Before either of you could take it further, a familiar voice rang out from the hallway.

"Oi! I see the meet-and-greet’s come with some extra fan service!"

You both froze. Noel’s head snapped up, his face going a deeper shade of red than you thought humanly possible. You turned toward the doorway to find Liam standing there, leaning casually against the frame with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

"Honestly, Noel," Liam continued, his voice dripping with mockery, "you’re supposed to ask for an autograph, not sexual favours."

Noel scrambled to put your leg down, his hands leaving you so fast it was almost comical, though he kept his body angled slightly in front of yours as if to shield you from Liam’s teasing.

"Fuck right off, Liam!" Noel barked, his voice sharp but his face still burning.

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning around Noel to flash Liam a cheeky grin. "Well, it’s good to know you’re keeping an eye out for your brother."

"Oh, don’t worry, love," Liam said, crossing his arms. "I’ll keep this one on a leash from now on. Can’t have him getting any more ideas."

As Liam sauntered away, you turned back to Noel, biting your lip to stifle a laugh. "Well," you said softly, brushing a thumb along his jaw, "I guess we’ll definitely need to thank your brother for that."

Noel groaned, shaking his head, but the small grin tugging at his lips told you he wasn’t entirely upset.

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@shes-thunderstormssss this request was so fucking biblical, I just have to tag you, you lot please thank this absolute legend for it. Hopefully it meets your expectations, I just thought it’d be well more fun if the whole band had a laugh and tortured Noel a bit, get him proper flustered x

I proper enjoyed writin’ this, probably more than I should’ve, was expecting to have it done by tomorrow afternoon but here ya go me biblical skill knows no boundaries. Feel free to bombard me inbox with new requests, or yer apple pie recipes I don't give a toss, just love interacting with you lot xx

[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.

[jessij1997]

Day 10 | surprise visit Fandom | Characters: Shameless; lan Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich Word Count: 407

The days had flown by. Mickey was still in the van, but he seemed more at ease. His bruises were fading, just like the sharpness in his words. Ian came by every day, and what used to be just secret hookups now felt like some kind of friendship. That afternoon, Ian leaned against the open van door while Mickey sat on the mattress, smoking a cigarette. They didn’t say much, but the silence between them was comfortable. Suddenly, the garden gate creaked open. Ian turned to see Mandy walking in, a plastic bag in her hand. “There you are, you idiots,” she called, marching straight to the van. Mickey frowned. “What the hell are you doing here?” “What do you think, Mickey? I came to check if you’re still alive.” She shoved Ian aside and jumped into the van. “And apparently, you’ve got it better here than at home.” Mickey rolled his eyes. “Yeah, great. Living the dream in my luxury van.” “I brought you chips and shit.” She tossed the bag at his face, grinning, and then sat down next to him. Ian watched them with a small smirk. “Sibling love.” “Shut up, Gallagher,” they said at the same time, glancing at each other before laughing. Mandy pulled out a bag of chips and tore it open. “So, what do you two even do here? Sit around, smoke, and act like you don’t have feelings for each other?” Mickey took a drag from his cigarette, leaned back, and said nothing. “Oh, sure. Say nothing.” Mandy ate a chip and turned to Ian. “How do you even put up with him?” Ian shrugged. “He’s not so bad when it’s just the two of us.” Mickey narrowed his eyes. “I’m sitting right here, bitch.” “I see you, assface,” Mandy said with a grin. The three of them sat there, talking, teasing each other. After Mandy left, Mickey lit another cigarette. He looked thoughtful, his brow furrowed. “How did she even know that we—” He stopped abruptly, clenched his teeth, and took a deep drag. Ian glanced at him from the corner of his eye, waiting to see if Mickey would finish the sentence, but he didn’t. Instead, Mickey stared at the smoke rising into the cool night, leaving the question hanging. “You should go,” he said finally. Ian nodded. “Goodnight, Mickey,” he said, opening the van door. “I said you should, not that I want you to.”

@12daysofchristmas

[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.

[liamgallaghermpreg]

well goodnight. liam gallagher mpreg🫶