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dilfl0v3rss · 9 months

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Reader who promised to take it easy on reader, nut he got her runnin😗

you was typing fast wasn’t you bae😭

since ian know who you wanted ima do all of em💋

liar liar

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“papa m’tiredddd” you whined, your small brown hands lightly pushing his much larger ones off your ass. you’ve been out all day spending time with your girls and now that you were finally home you just wanted to sleep, but ony had other plans. “cmon mama ima be gentle” he whispered, his print hard on your ass while he slid his hands towards your waist. he pressed into you a little harder, making you feel how needy he was as he “cuddled” up behind you in the bed.

“jus the tip ‘kay?” he mumbled. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him just as bad, but playing hard to get was something you just loved to do. a small smirk planted on your lips as you began to make yourself more comfortable. your hips moving from side to side as you pushed yourself right back onto his hardening dick. ony let out a low groan at the feeling, his hands tightening on your waist as he let you tease him. “mmnahh, m’too tired” you let out a fake yawn as you continued to move around in the bed. ony knew exactly what you were doing, but if you were going to play dumb then he was going to play stupid. “youn gotta do nun mama jus let me take care of you” the sound of his soft voice brought a smile to your face, your teasing quickly coming to an end as you slightly raised your leg for him to enter. “be gently ‘kay?” “always”

it was in a matter of minutes that this man had you face down in your pillow, his hands pushing your arch so deep you knew you would feel it in the morning. “y-you said-” “i know what i said, now fuck me back of ima go deeper” his demanding voice made you act quickly, your body moving forward and back to satisfy the man behind you. the way your ass bounced before his eyes made ony even harder as he began to compete with your movements. he was fucking into you so hard that the sound your headboard banging into the wall was drowning out your loud mourns. at this rate he was going to break the bed. “p-pa hold on fuckk the bed daddy….we’re gonna break the beddd” you whined, your hands quickly gripping the top of your mattress as you tried to drag yourself away from his brutal thrusts. of course you were unsuccessful, the feeling his his rough palm on your ass as well as his long fingers tangling into your hair letting you knew he was far from concerned about the well-being of your expensive bed.

“let go and stop runnin. you knew what you was doing”

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒

“rough day?” connie mumbled as he watched you practically stomp towards your bedroom. you didn’t even bother to look at him before you quickly closed your door and began to change into your pajamas. connie slowly followed you, sitting on his side of the bed as he waited for you to tell him what happened. “stupid fucking store….never have what i want” you mumbled as you practically ripped your crop top of to substitute it with one of connie’s big t shirts before throwing your bonnet on your head. by the look of your glossy eyes, your boyfriend knew you were ready to explode. “cmere mami, sit wit me” his soft voice brought a small wave of relaxation to your body as you took a deep sigh and made your way towards him.

as you took your seat in his lap, connie quickly cradled you. his big inked hand playing with the fabric of your bonnet as he spoke. “s’okay ma you home now. leave that shit where it’s at” his pink lips softly connected with your forehead as he looked at the frustration in your features begin to slowly disappear. you loved when he took care of you like this, the mere thought of how much he loved you made a smile begin to grow on your lips as well as arousal pool into your panties. your body took action before your mind, brown thighs parting in his lap as you gave him your best needy eyes. “can you fix it?” you said, the small wet patch on your panties forcing a smirk to appear on connie’s face. “f’course”

what you were expecting was for your boyfriend to lay you down and make sweet sweet love to you. the air being filled with quiet moans and grunts as connie gently took you over and over to your release. as far as getting you to your climax went he was doing great, but instead of soft sounds the air was supposed to be filled with, loud slaps and screams were what was heard. “fuckkkkk papi s-slow downnnn” you whined, your hands stuck to your stomach as connie had a large hand pinning your wrists right where his dick was reaching. “i would if you would’ve came in here wit sum sense, but you didn’t. came in here cursing and ignoring people like i play wit you like that” his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine as you felt his curved dick hit the deepest parts of you.

all your thoughts of moving away from him quickly fucked out of your brain as you felt his hand tightened around your wrists before lightly pulling you to meet his thrusts. “i’ll ease up if you last two rounds without cummin”

𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛

your boyfriend was a liar. you knew this, and still fell for it every time he gave you his little needy look. “mama i wanna make you feel good” aran groaned, his face buried deep in the crook of your neck as he laid on top of your body. your small giggles were released into the air as you felt his big hands begin to pinch at your sides. “moveeee you distractin meee” you whined, your much smaller hand in the middle of his chest as you tried to lightly push him off of you. of course this did nothing, but aran got up anyways so you can look him in the eyes. his hard print dragging against your clothed pussy as he looked right down at you.

you feigned indifference, but you were just as needy as him if not more. “whatchu want boy?” you mumbled, not missing the way his dick twitched to the sound of your voice. “wanna make love t’my girl”you rolled your eyes “but we had sex this morning, m’still a little sore” aran slowly buried his head in your neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over the area as he continued to grind into you a little harder. you had to swallow a whimper as you felt his big hand dip into your panties, fingers running up and down your slit. “daddy gon be gentle. really gentle for my baby”

you knew this was a straight up lie, but nonetheless you folded. this man had your face so deep into the cushion of the couch you could barely breathe as he pounded you relentlessly from behind. “so fucking wet mama” he groaned, his dick still impossibly hard after he’s already came twice. you screamed into the cushion, earning you a rough slap on the ass as aran brought you up slightly so he could hear you speak. “talk t’me, you like how daddy fuck you?” he moved into you harder repeatedly hitting that spongy spot inside of you at full force.

drool and tears covered your face as you took deep gasps of air. “d-daddyyy….s’t-too deeep” you whined, hand flying back towards his abdomen to free you from some his inches and when aran grabbed that arm you quickly replaced it with your other, leaving him no choise but to have both of your arms in a tight grip. lifting you off the couch as he fucked you so deep you began to see stars. “you want it harder mama?” aran leaned over to get a good look at your tear stained cheeks, a smirk adorning his featured as he felt you begin to fuck yourself back into him. “yeaaa you want it harder”

𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑎

it was early in the morning. your first alarm just went off which signaled to you that you only have another hour or so until it was time to officially get up. this also let you know that it was time for tanaka to actually get up for his morning run. “bae….baby you gotta get ready” you mumbled, hand pushing on the hard chest behind you as you weakly tried to wake your huge boyfriend up. little did you know, he’s been up for awhile now, trying his hardest to get his morning wood to relax.

“m’up mama” his gruff morning voice made your thighs instinctively clench as you went to slowly move your hand off his chest. his much larger one caught your wrist, slowly dragging your palm down his hard body until you reached his aching dick. at this your hand flew back towards you, your eyes widening as you tried your best i keep looking forward. it was for nothing though, his large hand outstretched in front of your stomach before pulling your body flush against his chest. his print colliding with your ass while he lowered his hand to your soaked panties. “you gotta go on your runnn” you whined, but tanaka ignored you. his dick rubbing a little harder as he began to pull your panties to the side.

“i’d rather work out like this” he whispered, now pulling down his boxers before lining himself up with your entrance. his lips repeatedly connected with your neck, leaving soft kissed and little hickies on the delicate skin as he whispered loving words to you.

“so pretty mama”

“love you….wanna make you feel good”

“you make me so happy, wanna make love t’you”

at his words you began to melt, your body arching into his as you grew hungry for him to fuck you. “o-okay” you whispered, eyes rolling as you felt him slowly sink into you.

he started off slow, letting you get one or two orgasms before letting his true colors show. tanaka had no intention of fucking you slowly this morning. he had a sexiest dream about you that had him on the edge, almost giving him a sticky, wet release in his sleep. that was until you ruined it by waking him up, your ass bumping into his dick as you made yourself more comfortable on the bed while you slept. a deep sigh left his lips, his morning wood as hard as could be as he waited for you to wake up so he can finish what was started.

now here you were, getting fucked brutally from the side as your boyfriend held your screams in his hand over your mouth. his dick punching orgasm after orgasm out of you as his other hand rubbed quick circles on your clit. “keep that fuckin leg up mamas. m’tryna make you feel good” your falling leg quickly shot back up, his dick stroking you deeper at the newfound angle. tanaka smirked behind you, his inked hand moving from your mouth to your cheeks, squeezing them together as he spoke deeply in your ear. “cmon sexy try t’fuck me back. papa likes when you fuck back”

his grin widened at the little whimper you let out, your body moving to his command as you tried your best to move your ass back on his dick. tanaka turned your face towards his, giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips as he fucked you harder than before. you quickly pulled away from his mouth to let out a loud scream into the air, your hand instantly flying towards his stomach to push away from him. “i-i can’t take it daddy….you said you was gonna make love t’me” tanaka quickly slapped your hand away before gripping your thigh and pulling it up higher. his tattooed abdomen slapping repeatedly into your lower back.

“i am mama, just making sure my love gets deep inside so it’ll show in nine months”

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redwiccanrobin · 6 months

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He probably wasn’t allowed to cry throughout his life. From every scraped knee to lashing he would receive would probably be dealt in silence. Maybe just sitting on the floor of his room, biting down on his palm as his eyes sting. Of course he couldn’t cry in front of Terry. Probably couldn’t cry in front of Mandy, Iggy, or Colin. Milkovichs don’t cry.

Then he met a boy. A boy with bright green eyes, red hair, freckles dotting his beautiful face. A boy who made him feel things he never thought he would. He finally had someone who made him honest to god smile. Honest to god laugh. For a while, he forgot who’s son he was. Forgot that he was meant to play this role, this character that he wasn’t just to satisfy his father. He was allowed to just be Mickey when he was with Ian.

Sometimes I think of young Mickey. How scared he must have been throughout his childhood. Always on guard, always waiting for something bad to happen. Of course, this is an element of trauma that many of us have faced. But that doesn’t make it any less heartbreaking to know that this boy with the sweet smile dealt with that as well.

Like Mickey, a lot of us weren’t allowed simple things like crying. We had to suppress those elements in order to survive. We couldn’t show the kindness in us, we had to be a little mean. Because who’s to say that the person we want to be kind to won’t hurt us as well?

Terry was trying to snuff out parts of Mickey. He was trying to snuff out the goodness of his son. He probably wanted another version of himself. For a long time it seemed like he had succeeded. He was most likely gleeful at that. It wasn’t Mickey he would look at, it was him.

But we see throughout the show how different Mickey is from Terry. We see this individual who, yes, is rough and harsh at many points. But on the other side is kind, silly, loving, protective. A man who cares so very deeply for those around him. A man who cries over the death of his own abuser just because that’s who he is.

Many of us who have been abused have this deep seated fear that we’re going to end up exactly like them. Mickey feels the same way as he voiced it at many points throughout the show. He fears he’ll be a bad father specifically due to the harm that Terry inflicted on him. Because that’s what abuse does to you sometimes. It makes you doubt yourself. Makes you doubt that you could be a good and noble person. Makes you believe that there’s a monster growing inside of you and no matter how fast you run, it’ll catch you.

Yet, that’s not always the case, is it? In season 11, we see Mickey forced to take care of the man who put him through hell. He’s hesitant, uncomfortable, tired. But he still does it, still takes care of the man because no one else will. Because he wants to be better than that, he voices to his husband. I think in Terry’s final days the man is struck with his failure. Not only in the fact that he was a bad father and nothing can change that now. But he failed in the fact that he wasn’t able to snuff out the good and kind nature of his son. Wasn’t able to make a carbon copy of himself through Mickey.

There’s a relief and hope through stories such as Mickey’s. Relief and hope for those of us who were in his same position. Scared that we’ll be the same as those who hurt us. We feel comfort with Mickey and characters like him. Because they show that you can be better and stronger than the one that made you shake in terror.

#shameless #shameless us #shameless meta #mickey milkovich

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lilac-hecox · 6 months

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Prompt: vampire!Damien! He's been bitten by Anthony :[ and now he's Edwarding it tf up trying to only drink blood from animals. But then he smells it. The sweetest scent he ever encountered. Ofc it's Ian. He desperately wants a little sip, only to find out Ian is fiercely protected by Anthony, who wants him for himself and will NOT share!! At least ianthony will have sex and Damien is allowed to watch. :3

Ian/Anthony, Damien/Ian (one sided) - Possessive

Damien drops the carcass in the woods, blood smeared along his mouth. There’s still a hunger deep in his stomach, something he can never seem to satisfy because he refuses to feed from human blood, and only drinks from animals. Even that makes him feel bad, ending a life that without him, would have continued, but he must feed that primal need for blood one way or another, and if he doesn’t feed from the deer, squirrels, raccoons, etc. that he hunts in the woods, then he knows he’ll attack someone, he’ll take a human life.

He wipes his slick mouth by dragging his sleeve across it, wiping away the blood. Damien wanders out of the woods, heading back to the safety of his home. It’s dusk, the sky blooming a dusty purple twilight above him. The fastest way to get home is to cut through the nearby park, but that’s risky since Damien had just fed and while he wasn’t starving, he wasn’t full either.

Damien can’t risk it and instead he cuts down a side street, near a popular hiking trail. He figures it’s the safer choice because most of the hikers would be gone before darkness falls too thickly over the area. As he is passing by the base of the trail, near the parking lot, he catches a scent on the wind, a delicious smell, one that makes Damien’s mouth water.

He should keep walking, he should control himself, but the smell is unlike anything Damien’s ever smelt before. He can’t resist at least seeing what or whom the scent belongs to. The lovely scent leads Damien to a car, fancy and expensive, and a man sitting half-way in the backseat, the door propped open, a band aid in his hand as he makes to apply it to a slight wound on his knee.

Damien can see the trickle of blood that runs down his leg, and he feels this deep and urgent hunger fill him. Maybe the man can sense that Damien is there, because he looks up, his eyebrows going up in surprise.

“I…” Damien says, his mind racing for words, for an explanation that doesn’t make him seem like a creep, or you know, a fucking vampire. “Sorry.”

The man stands, pressing the band aid to his wound and dampening the smell.

“No problem.”

“Are you okay?” Damien asks, the heady scent of the man’s blood still in the wind.

“I, uh, took a tumble on the trail, cut my knee. I’ll be fine.”

Damien nods and can’t help but lick his lips. The man begins to look uneasy.

“Uh, thanks for checking anyways,” the man adds.

He goes to get into his car and Damien just can’t let that scent get away. Something folds inside of him. He rushes forward and pins the man against the side of his own car.

“Get off me!” The man says, struggling.

“I’m sorry, just…just a sip, okay? I’ll just take a sip…”

“No!” The man says, trying to shove at Damien, but Damien is stronger than this human.

His fangs extend, but just as he goes to sink his teeth into that pale neck, taste that delicious scent, he’s tackled to the concrete of the parking lot.

Damien looks up to see a huge man sitting on top of him, his eyes black, his face contorted in anger.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The man hisses, curls strong hands around Damien’s wrists as he pins him. “I should fucking kill you.”

“Anthony,” the human that Damien had attempted to drink from says, gently, but firmly. The man on top of Damien turns his head and looks at the human. “Don’t. I’m okay, he didn’t bite me.”

“If I didn’t stop him, he would have!” The man…or vampire named Anthony says, growling down at Damien. “You think you can just go around biting whoever you fucking want? You think you can drink from my human?”

“I-I’m sorry!” Damien stammers, “I don’t even drink from humans. He just…he smelt so good…I, I’ve never smelt anything like it.”

This only makes Anthony growl deeper, curling his fingers around Damien’s wrist hard enough to nearly break the bone.

“You ever even attempt to look at him again and I’ll fucking kill you, got it?” Anthony snarls.

Damien nods. Mercifully, Anthony lets him up, but he blocks the human with his own burly body. Damien notes the black inky lines that swirl across the vampire’s hands, crawling up his neck. He shivers. Fuck. He knows who this is. Shayne had told him about a vampire, older, powerful, not to be fucked with.

Damien really must be lucky to get out of here alive, well, alive enough for a vampire.

“I’m sorry,” Damien tries but Anthony snarls, and then he tugs the smaller human man to him holding him around his waist possessively.

Damien dips his head and hurries away, using his vampiric speed to get home quicker, not trusting himself to not attack someone else on the way home. His head spins, and the worst of it is that he can’t forget the smell of the delicious human, the human that apparently belongs to a much older, much stronger vampire.

Fuck.

#ianthony #dian #damian #polysmosh #smoshships #vampire!damien #vampire!anthony #my writing #my fics #vampire au #spooky prompts #this was so fun #i kinda wanna do more of this universe

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quiet-hypnotist · 5 months

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Tyler Bets - Chapter 1

It could have been a perfectly ordinary day. The kind that merrily flew by, memories a blur simple because nothing all too remarkable happened but that left you warm and fuzzy and with a satisfied smile on your face because you knew it was a good day. It certainly could have been that. If Tyler weren’t habitually inquisitive about the weirdest things sometimes. She groaned at the flickering screen, or rather the actors that no doubt had done their best despite the corny plot. “That’s not it! It doesn’t work like that.” She crossed her legs, a frown on her round face as the actors shook off the lingering aftereffects of the scene that had just ended. Ian glanced at the screen for a moment, but he saw nothing wrong. Well, or at least nothing that would seem out of place for a third rate comic adaption that had a villain brainwash a group of heroes with magic mind control collars only to have them be miraculously snap said collars towards the grand final. Obviously thanks to the all too wonderful power of friendship. Instead of, like, their literal ability to phase through solid matter, or their amplified strength. The plot wasn’t revolutionary or even well done, since the movie relied on an incredibly low budget, most of the CGI effects were too obvious in a jarring way and the villain’s attempt of turning the heroes into his agents one by one was too on the nose from the start. But, well… it all came together in that well known mix of being done so bad that it started being good again. You bought this kind of movie exactly because you knew what to expect going in.

And here sat Tyler, in a baggy shirt and sweat pants, legs crossed with a notebook on one side and a bowl of popcorn on the other, scribbling down things even as she scowled disapprovingly at the screen like it committed a horrible offense against her personally. “That. is. Not. it.”

Ian tried to take an interest in whatever bothered her: “What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you watch?”

“Of course!”

“Then...” With a sigh she interrupted herself before putting down the pen, pressing pause and turning to face him. Her jade coloured eyes drilled into his while her rosy lips were thinly pressed together even now. Seeing her so dissatisfied with something she had even advertised to him earlier as a “cheap hero flick” seemed to make no sense so he tried to pay attention.

“The whole point is that the antagonist controls the team, right?”

“Well,” he pondered that for a moment, “was it? To me it seemed like the point was that the team overcame lies and deception, strengthened their trust in each other and -”

“That’s it!” Her frustration was almost painful as she cut in. “That’s the problem!”

“Come again?” He tried not to get distracted but he really didn’t see where she was going with this.

She shook her head, baffled that he didn’t understand her dissatisfaction. “There should be no trust to strengthen at that point! The turned members of the team should be loyal to the villain!” “I’m not sure I follow.” “Don’t you see? The villain uses a mix of pain, pleasure and a magic collar that completely controls the wearer’s thoughts. He makes them think he’s the best guy ever and that the unaffected members of the team are his – and by extension his brainwashed minions’ - enemies. Yet a few nice words from their so called enemies and it all just snaps back in an instant without any trace, any resistance? They are just acting the part while it is convenient then! They… Oh, quit laughing, will you?” Despite telling him to quit she joined in as Ian couldn’t hold back a giggle about her realization that actors might just be playing along.

“I get it, maybe they are acting. But...” At that her voice fell, almost like she was talking more to herself than him as her eyes seemed to look right through him: “But they shouldn’t be. It’s just not right, is it?”

“So you’re saying,” he tried to see if a realization had dawned on him, “that the antagonist should have won? Or at least that with part of the team under his sway he should have had more of a fighting chance??” Okay, she was taking the villain’s side of the movie. Nothing unusual there.

Except that the look in her eyes when she faced him didn’t add up.

“Not necessarily. But… Who cares? Forget I said anything.” As quickly as her anger had flared up, she put the topic on hold to jump to her feet. “We got that test early tomorrow, right? Better get going to bed instead of talking about movies all night if we don’t want to be late.” “Uh, sure. Whatever you say.” He knew Tyler for over one and a half years now. She wasn’t over this topic yet. But if she wanted to leave unspoken why it occupied her mind to this extend, he wasn’t going to pressure her.

“Ugh, I hated every minute of that! What was up with those questions? Did they want half the course to fail?” The two of them rushed out of the door as soon as they had handed in their tests and neither of them was particularly happy about it, but Ian still had to laugh at Tyler’s reaction: “Says the one who is most likely to get full points on every one.” They headed for their usual seat out on campus. Taking a compulsory ethics course for the credit had its drawbacks, but it did give them a reason to visit one of the more picturesque seating areas with view of the nearby park, so it was actually surprisingly convenient.

“Shut up, will you? Just because I use my free time to study...”

“When you’re not watching cheap movies.”

The punch to the shoulder that this earned him actually hurt for once. But instead of the vent he expected she just stared at him. “That was why the test was so bad.”

She wasn’t talking about the questions, he could hear that much in her voice. The movie was still on her mind. Well… maybe several of them. The notebook from yesterday’s movie night had been pretty full before already.

“Because we got asked about manipulation and free will?”

He started to get an idea of what concerned her about it. Apparently in her studious efforts her brain had hyperfocused on the topic of free decisions. But even so he waited for her to bring it up. Her brain, her worries.

“Obviously magic mind melting gadgets are not real. But if within a movie or a book someone had found one and used it to completely alter another person, would they really just snap right back to their old beliefs just because a bystander tells them that it would be better for them? Remember, the villain needs actual magic to make that sort of change happen the first time around. Why would he have to go through that if a few words could be enough? It just doesn’t make sense.”

“And then we get a lecture on hypnosis. Changing someone’s mind with just words and patience.”

That got a bitter laugh out of her. “Hypnosis doesn’t work that way! More importantly though, even if it did, I still have a choice.”

Ian nodded. “You’re right of course.”

She turned her gaze from her notes to him, a pensive look on her face as she half mumbled: “Which means that it should not be able to change my beliefs with just a few words if we follow that same logic, right?”

“Sure, that seems like a reasonable assumption.” Uh-oh. That look spelled trouble. Had he ever seen her sink her teeth this far into something? Not to mention something so surreal? He wasn’t entirely prepared for where this was headed. But she kept going anyhow: “Remember that class from a few weeks ago? You mentioned knowing how to hypnotize someone, didn’t you?” “That was one time and also quite a long time ago. What of it?”

“C’mon, you can’t be that dense.” Her tone made it sound like she very much trusted him to be at least this dense. With raised brows she waited for him to reply but when he didn’t, it finally burst out of her: “You’re going to hypnotize me.” “I’m going to what now?!”

“Hypnotize me, stupid. You heard me the first time. Think of it as a science experiment. A check to see if words alone can sway my beliefs and corrupt me to humour the villain’s whims or not.”

He took a deep breath before growling: “I don’t like how you already decided I will be the villain in something I didn’t even participate in yet.”

Her face lit up with a cocky smile as she taunted back: “So you’re chickening out? Fair, I suppose. I bet you that I am right about this anyway so it’s a foregone conclusion. You would just give me a nice nap and that would be the end of it.”

“So which is it: a bet or an experiment?”

“Smartass.”

He chuckled. “Two can play that game.”

“Fine. Let’s make it an experiment but place our bets anyway just to make it more interesting. I say you can’t make me follow your suggestions because your words alone can’t sway my current opinions. But on the slim chance that you manage to change my mind – oh, stop rolling your eyes, your puns are way worse! - I’ll do any one thing for you as a special favour.”

“Anything?” His turn to stare in her in disbelief.

“You’re not going to preach to me about how a woman shouldn’t gamble to do anything the other person wishes? Well, tough luck, I just did. Because I am confident that nothing is going to actually happen. Of course when I win, you owe me a favour. A big one. Anything goes, both in the experiment and when it comes to the reward. Are you going to take the deal?”

“Pretty sure I shouldn’t. You didn’t even define yet what you would consider a valid change of mind for the purpose of this experiment.”

“Really? That’s your problem?” She shook her head. “I said anything goes, right? Because nothing will happen. I won’t get hypnotized and even if I did, you can’t actually make me do what you command. It doesn’t work that way. But suppose it did, then I would give you a once in a lifetime chance to do whatever you want with me, no questions asked.”

“I guess that works.” Although that didn’t mean he felt too good about the arrangement anyway.

“Hey, I know you’re a big softy at heart,” she winked, breaking the mood up, “You won’t take it too far. But we need something conclusive, okay? Something that proves either the villain or the heroes were cheaping out, if you will. I want to know which it is. Sounds good?”

Finally he nodded. “One experiment in corruption coming up. I guess that’s one way of studying. At 6pm, my place?” “One?” Tyler gave him a look he could not figure out. “Glad to see some confidence, big guy, but a proper experiment needs some controls to verify the results. Three. You get three shots at making me do something I didn’t choose to do. 6pm. Your place. I’ll be there. Oh, and if you bore me to sleep, snacks during our next movie night are on you, got it?”

They both giggled even as they parted ways to head to work.

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secret-gallavich · 6 months

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sorry it's so late, i am tired and forgot to post yesterday :( this is also based off an old drawing i did which is included at the end of the fic

Ian and Mickey find themselves with loose limbs around one another, laughing borderline hysterically and wincing as they walk home from The Alibi.

The snow is slowly falling but they can’t really feel the cold, simultaneously feeling too much and too little after the events that had played out a mere five minutes ago. It had been satisfying seeing his dad be arrested again, scary when he put his life on the line but oh so worth it because there’s a weight off his shoulder he wasn’t really aware he was carrying.

Ian laughs next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and tugging him close and Mickey laughs back and turns his body into Ian’s. Adrenaline is running through his body and he feels so fucking good right now, it’s the best high he’s ever had.

“I can’t believe you did that” Ian says gleefully, somehow hugging him tighter than he already was. “That was amazing, you’re amazing!”

“Yeah” Mickey feels breathless, like he quite can’t believe it even happened “I’m still not sure it really happened”

“It did!” Ian’s smiling so wide that Mickey feels like his face is going to break. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do this in public”

read the full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51141598

#gallavich #shameless #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #whump #whumptober

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The Happiness We Deserve

Chapter 2

Read it on ao3 here

Ship: Gallavich

Rated: E

CW: mature content, language.

Lip has news

Read part 1 here

Jay was long gone by the time Mickey woke up. The side of the bed he slept on when he stayed over was cold and there was a note left on the night stand. Jay had scribbled down the name of the hotel he’d be staying at as well as details about his flight back to Chicago in a week.

As Mickey read the end of the note a third time - I’m going to miss you, Querido - he was reminded yet again about how decent a man Jay really was. He was good, and what they had was good.

Mickey wasn’t in love with him - they’d only been together a few months - but he cared about Jay more than he had any of his last few boyfriends. Jay seemed to genuinely like him, too, southside-sharpened edges and all.

Jay had grown up northside. He had a college degree and a house in a nice neighborhood and a job that paid six figures. He didn’t have so much as a parking ticket on his record, had smoked pot exactly twice before meeting Mickey, and had looked positively horrified the first time he’d seen the unregistered, very illegal gun Mickey kept in his apartment. When they’d first been getting to know each other, Mickey took a sort of sick joy in shocking Jay with stories about his past.

And yet, Jay had stuck around. Jay said it was because he liked Mickey for his hidden soft side, but Mickey suspected that it had more to do with the fact that Mickey lived on the ege of danger, and something about that was intoxicating to straight-laced Jay.

Whatever the reason was, what they had was good . Mickey should be happy. There was no reason he shouldn’t be falling in love with Jay.

Except.

Except it was all so safe, comfortable, tame . Mickey didn’t always want safe and tame.

Jay’s idea of a good Friday night was dinner and drinks followed by a night on the couch, watching a movie. He rarely ever got properly drunk or high and never really understood Mickey’s occasional desire to release extra energy through violence. To him, spicing up their sex life meant fucking somewhere other than bed.

It was fine. But part of Mickey wanted more than just fine. He wanted nice nights in, but he also wanted to go out, get trashed, pick fights, fuck dirty. He wanted someone who was just as willing to find trouble, who wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch for him. He wanted rough housing instead of foreplay and hard, filthy, kinky sex. He wanted the pain that came from making out with a split lip and the gross thrill of tasting his own blood and cum mixing on his partners tongue. He wanted to be thrown around, shoved into furniture and walls, properly railed -

Sex with Jay was great. Jay had become good at determining when Mickey needed to be taken apart slowly and when he just needed a quick, hard fuck. But even when they were in the middle of those quick, hard fucks, there was still a gentleness in Jay that made Mickey crave something different.

He needed that feeling of single-minded desire, needed that fire that would burn him from the inside if it wasn’t sated. He never felt that with Jay.

It was the sort of passion he hadn’t felt since Ian.

He shook himself from his thoughts before he could slip down that rabbit hole. He rolled out of bed despite the relatively early hour, cringing as dried cum and lube pulled at the skin of his thighs. He dragged himself to the shower and scrubbed away the stentch of the bar and sex and resolutely ignored the flashes of memories, of red hair and green eyes and big hands. He also ignored his aching cock.

This was why he couldn’t think about him. He was happy with Jay, satisfied, stable. He couldn’t compare Ian and Jay; it was like comparing apples to oranges.

I never did like oranges all that much, was his last thought before he slammed off the water and snatched his towel off the rack.

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It took a little while to gather all of the adults into the living room of the Gallagher house after dinner on Monday night. Parly because it wasn’t exactly easy to get all five kids upstairs and settled with Franny, and partly because none of the Gallagher adults or their partners knew when it was time to shut up.

“What’s your news?” Mickey finally asked once they were all present, raising his voice to be heard over all of the side conversations going on.

“Right,” Lip said, clearing his throat and wringing his hands in front of him. “Uh, it’s about Ian.” That got everyone’s attention immediately. As far as Mickey was aware, Ian hadn’t reached out to any of them since he’d left Chicago more than a decade ago. “He’s, uh, he’s coming to visit.”

Mickey was glad he was already sitting; with the way his entire body reacted, he was sure his knees would have given out if he’d been standing. His stomach was in knots, his heart was racing, he felt his whole face heat up. He knew that more than one person was now staring at him. He picked out a spot on the floor between his feet and refused to look up from it.

There were a few tense moments where no one said anything before all hell broke loose.

“Ian’s coming?”

“Why didn’t you tell us you’d heard from him?”

“Wait, isn’t Ian your brother?”

“Shut up. One at a fuckin’ time,” Lip snapped. “Yes, Ian is our brother. I only just heard from him on Thursday, and we wanted to iron out the details before telling you.”

“When is he coming?” Debbie asked, sounding much more excited than Mickey felt.

“He’ll be here Sunday,” Lip said.

Mickey’s stomach lurched. It was real, he realized, it was happening. He managed to push himself to his feet. “I need a cigarette,” he said as he stumbled towards the door.

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He was lighting his third cigarette when the door behind him opened and closed again. Mickey was expecting Carl, so he was a little startled when Lip sat down beside him.

“How are you doing?”

Micke shrugged. He offered the pack of smokes to Lip, who took it with a nod. “I dunno. I’m surprised, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Lip said with a nod as he lit up. “I was, too.”

“Why now? What changed?”

Lip didn’t answer immediately. He seemed to be debating how to answer and it set Mickey on edge. “He’s met someone,” Lip finally said, “and he wants us to meet him.”

“Fuck,” Mickey said without meaning to. It shouldn’t matter; they hadn’t seen each other in almost 15 years. He was with Jay now. He was-

He was happy.

Right?

He and Lip sat and smoked in silence for a few more minutes, soaking up the clear, cool April night.

“How is he?”

Lip shrugged, stubbing out his smoke. “He sounded good. Sounded healthy, y’know? He ended up in New York, I guess. He’s a paramedic. Rides around in an ambulance and saves life and that shit.”

“Fuck,” Mickey repeated. “Bet he loves that shit.”

Lip snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, sounded like it.” He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Mickey braced himself again for whatever unpleasant thing Lip needed to say. “Look, Mick, you don’t have to see him if you don’t want. They are staying in a hotel so I can let you know when he’s here and I can make sure we avoid the Alibi while-”

“Nah, man,” Mickey said, feeling a wave of appreciation for Lip, but also feeling a little stupid that Lip was offering to run interference for him. They were all adults; they could handle this. “It’s okay, don’t worry ‘bout it.” He took the last drag off his cigarette. “Is it weird if I kinda wanna see him?”

“Nah,” Lip answered immediately. “You two have a lot of fuckin’ history. Honestly, it makes sense that you maybe want to see how he is. Rub your boyfriend in his face, too.”

“Fuck, Jay.” Mickey scrubbed at his face. “I need to talk to him.”

“How much does he know about Ian?”

“Not fuckin’ enough to be meeting him on Sunday,” Mickey admitted. “He knows who he is. I’ve got his name tattooed on me, for fucks sake. But he assumed it was a drunken mistake, and I’ve just never corrected him. We’ve just… Fuck. We haven’t talked about it.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, I mean, how do I explain to my current guy that the love of my fuckin’ life was-” Mickey cut himself off abruptly.

He’d never really said it outloud before, but part of him had always wondered if Ian was it for him; if that had been his one and only chance at love and happiness and every relationship after that had been a futile attempt to get that chance back. He didn’t want to have that conversation with Lip; he barely wanted to have that conversation with himself. He was grateful when Lip didn’t say anything about his near slip.

“The offer still stands,” he said instead. “Ian is only here for a couple weeks, so just let me know if you want to avoid him.”

“Thans, man.”

“Anytime, Mick.”

-----

Part 3

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #fanfic #fanfiction ao3 #dyno writes #the happiness we deserve

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The Dad Batch S2E8: Truth and Consequences

Summary: TDB breaks into Admiral Rampart’s star destroyer and then gets p0wned by Uncle Palps.

Comments: Best episode yet.

We open on a little character development between Echo and Omega as Echo explains the “real bad time” he had in a tank on Skako Minor. They’re interrupted by a call from Rex, who says he’s found this episode’s premise: TDB is gonna go to Coruscant and steal from Admiral Rampart.

(Just wanna mention that we’re exactly two minutes in and we’ve already (1) developed two main characters, (2) established the episode’s premise, and (3) are embarking on the story. I’ve been suffering through new episodes of Star Trek Picard and, well TDB is just so much more competent.)

Anyways, on approach to Coruscant we get a nice cutaway shot to wide-eyed Omega amazed by the city-planet (character consistency!) and we pick up where we left off: Chuchi and Rex have been hanging out with a corpse in a garage.

There’s a nice bit of dialogue here where Rex mentions the assassin’s ID number has been erased and Tech says he wasn’t aware such a thing was possible. It makes sense that Tech (rather than any other character) says the line and it suggests that if Tech (of all people) didn’t know, then it was probably done by some resourceful people, setting up some mystery. Sorry, just, compared to Picard, this show, again... more competent...

Right, so Chuchi wants to prove Rampart’s a lying cunt (her words exactly) so TDB plans to steal the evidence from his ship while Chuchi tries out “take your daughter to work day” with Omega. She (Chuchi) talks to Rampart with Omega standing there... and honestly I was a little confused. Doesn’t Rampart know/recognize Omega? I could have sworn there was a previous scene where he would have seen her?

As an aside, I’m getting pretty annoyed with the execution of these political intrigue plots because all these high-profile people are walking around in public spaces having shady, egregiously compromising discussions about sensitive topics when there’s like, a pair of guards or a shopkeeper or whatever just standing there listening to them? This isn’t a problem with the writing, but it’s annoying. Why a public walkway? Why not a sealed office? For example, when my boss wants to talk shit about some employees, we close the door and lower our voices. We don’t stand in the break room and explain how Allen is the reason the middle finger was invented.

Anyways, their plan works and they get the data to Chuchi. She uses it to reveal Rampart’s role in the destruction of Kamino. So everything works out, right?

Right?

Wait, what’s this? By god, it’s Creamy Sheev with a steel chair!

Uncle Palps rises into the senate chambers, orders Rampart arrested, and uses Rampart’s destruction of Kamino as justification to pass the army bill (the one he wanted all along), completely f—ing over the heroes.

I really liked this scene. When Palps enters to some sinister Kiner score, the expectation is that shit’s about to get real. And then it does. The scene is not an unsalted pretzel of disappointment (like Picard). No, instead the delivery satisfies the expectation and it’s just delightful. Also, good on Ian McDiarmid for continuing to voice Uncle Palps. The dude’s voice acting is just top notch and really elevates the scene as well.

If anyone's keeping track, that's: Creamy Sheev: 1; TDB: 0

Oh, and then Echo leaves at the end. I’ve been expecting his character to be written out and honestly I'm surprised it took so long. (1) His character is redundant with Tech, (2) he’s one less character to animate, and (3) removing his character would not result in a real, live human being losing their job. So, there’s that.

My Enjoyment: 5/5

Damn bitches, this was good shit.

#pie211-tdb #the dad batch #the bad batch #star wars

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“An Unearthly Child”

Season 1, episode 1 - 23rd November 1963

[id: image of the First Doctor, saying “But you’ve discovered television, haven’t you?” and Ian Chesterton responds off camera “Yes.” /end id]

Honestly, this show gets off to a fucking banging start with one of the best episodes of the entire first season. The atmosphere is really well-developed from the mysterious opening through to the slightly unnerving close-ups of Susan’s face in the flashbacks. The setup takes its time, starting off with establishing the characters of Ian, Barbara, and Susan, before any of them need to actually do anything, and then slowly ramping up the tension as we learn more about what’s wrong with Susan. Really, it feels like a one-off sci-fi story that might have been part of any horror anthology show if the resolution had been something more horrible at the end rather than “let’s go hang out with some cavemen”

Susan is honestly the stand-out. Carole Ann Ford is so good as this weirdo autistic child who doesn’t quite fit in with our time. She gets across that slightly alien sense that she knows more than Ian and Barbara, even if some of what she says is absolute bollocks (as far as I know the 5th dimension isn’t “space,” that’s what the first three are for). Ian and Barbara are also fantastic from the moment they’re on screen together, and I love the grumpy old grandad vibes that Dr Who has (and yes, I’m gonna call him Dr Who because at this point in the show, that’s his name, fuck you).

Is it an entertaining watch: 5/5, like I said before, it’s just a really engaging little sci-fi mystery story that happens to be the setup for sixty years of tv.

Does the production hold up: 5/5, Waris Hussein’s direction is noticably so much better than a lot of what the show gets later on. There’s so many little tricks throughout this and the following three episodes he directed, like little moments with the rack focus or other film terms I don’t know the names of, which really elevate the script.

Does it use its time well: 5/5, like I said before, this feels like a complete story in itself, and if the ending wasn’t a cliffhanger into the 100,000 BC storyline, it would feel satisfying.

Are the characters consistent and well-used: 5/5, the core Tardis team are established clearly from the beginning, and the main focus of the episode is establishing how their interactions will cause conflict going forwards.

Is there anything actually going on under the surface: 3/5, there’s not the deep thematic exploration of something like Ghost Light, or the political layers of something like Invasion of the Dinosaurs, but it’s not devoid of substance.

Does it avoid being a bit dodge with its politics: 3/5, the doctor makes one kinda pretty really racist comment which has not aged well, but there isn’t anything built into the foundations of the story which is actively regressive or just openly racist or sexist. It will get a lot worse from here.

Overall score - 26/30

#doctor who #first doctor #dw #susan foreman #ian chesterton #barbara wright #dw review #season 1 #opener #dr intro #companion intro #26-30

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Hey Macy 💗 if you could fix one thing about Gallavich in canon, what would it be?

hello darling anon xx, so lovely to have you back in my inbox! 💌

i’ll be the first person to admit i have many grievances with canon. not so much with their characteristics or anything like that but more about the situations the writers put them in and how they were handled. there’s a lot i would change but i think my biggest grievance is the 5x12 breakup scene, and here’s why.

i know why they did what they did. i know why the writers decided to have them break up in the wake of noel leaving the show. it probably made logical sense to the writers at the time but i don’t think it was the best decision they could have made. there were so many other directions they could have gone with this storyline. what if sammi never showed up? after all, there wasn’t a single good reason to bring her back for that last scene. what if they had more time? what if mickey had been able to reassure ian that he was right, he isn’t broken, and he’ll love him through it all? because we know that boy loves ian for everything he is, exactly as he is. what if ian had more time to explain himself, to get the big emotions out in his speech and then have a moment to regroup? what if they [audience gasps] had a chance to talk it out? what if it wasn’t a unilateral decision? maybe we could have been given a more satisfying conclusion to their story, even if it did end in a breakup.

what would i have selfishly wanted to see? i want my The Notebook “it still isn’t over” moment. i want mickey to grab ian by the arm and spin him around and kiss him. i want him to hold his face and wipe his tears and tell him that no, he’s not broken. he doesn’t need to be fixed. he’s IAN, through and through, and always has been. and he’ll love him despite it all. i want an honest declaration of love, a fucking conversation, a kiss that shifts the earth on its axis. THAT’S what i want. that’s what i need. but that’s what fix-it fics are for, right? 😉

#did i rewatch s5 yesterday? yeah. i did. so this is once again a fresh wound for me lmao #objectivity? never heard of her #macy babbles #gallavich-headcanon #headcanons

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Hi Elle!! Here's to your writing renaissance 🤗 how about #14?

HI CHERRY! here's to me writing again lmao 🫶

it's not unbroken anymore, how do i get it back the way it was before?

Mickey helps Carl pick up the mess he made. He didn't expect the question he was being asked. (Set in season 4).

“Fucking Frank man” Ian dramatically crashed into his bed, head a mere few centimetres away from hitting his head on the wall instead of his intended pillow.

Mickey just watched him from beside the bed a cocked eyebrow settled in amusement. They had just gotten back from the hospital where Frank’s ‘wedding’ miraculously became Frank’s second chance at life. None of the family, besides Sheila, Sammy and her weird-ass kid, stayed for more than an hour past him getting rushed into the surgery. Sheila had assured everyone she would text everyone when he was out. They all gave a half-hearted ‘sure’ before they went on their way. Fiona and Lip both said they would be back home when they could be which meant Ian and Mickey had the place to themselves, other than the little kids but they were self-efficient enough to not bother them for the rest of the night.

Mickey pushed close the bedroom door as Ian just gave a sigh. “Fucker somehow managed to get a liver now? Swear that fucking guy is never gonna die, he’s like a cockroach. Could probably cut off his head and he’d still be begging us for money”

“Uh-huh,” Mickey mused, back pressed against the door as he watched Ian shift around enough to get comfortable. “He’s also still married to Monica by the way-” Ian finally stopped squirming, kicking off his shoes. Once he managed that he squeezed shut his eyes. “But hey if Sheila wants to take him off our hands, by all means, I support the unholy fucking matrimony”

Mickey just stayed quiet, partly because he was unsure about what to say about the whole situation, but mostly because he was more interested in the way Ian’s shirt had seemed to get riled up in his movement leaving his stomach in perfect view.

Ian’s eyes shot open once he realised he wasn’t getting a conversation out of the man. He smiled once he saw what seemed to be distracting Mickey. “C’mere” was all Ian managed, sitting up.

Mickey gave his own satisfied smile that his shameless staring seemed to be working out in his favour. He didn’t waste a second before crawling into the bed with him, appreciating Ian making the space for his body as Ian pulled his face into his embrace, a feverish kiss soon followed.

They had managed to pull off both of their shirts, discarding them somewhere off in the unmade bed. Ian was in the middle of wrangling his pants down his ankles, already dealt with Mickey’s, when a loud crash sounded from downstairs.

They both paused, Ian’s hand resting on Mickey’s shoulder to keep him balanced as he hovered over the edge of the bed. It was quiet for half a second before an even louder crash followed.

“I’m not dealing with it!” Debbie’s voice immediately called out, followed by the sound of her door slamming shut.

“Fucking Christ” Ian just sighed, aimlessly palming his sheets to find his shirt again. Mickey could tell Ian was at his wit's end, so he pushed Ian’s chest down, trying to keep him from getting back up. “I got it”

Mickey wasn't so sure why he just volunteered himself to go look. After the day he had the last thing he needed was to be dealing with more of the Gallagher's dumb shit. Still, he found himself doubling down on the offer, even dismissing Ian’s protests.

[READ THE REST ON AO3]

#Ian Gallagher #ian and mickey #mickey milkovich #shameless season 4 #shameless fanfiction #gallavich fanfiction #Carl Gallagher #Elle writes

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In light of your John Wells post…I do think Ian and Mickey probably got the best ending out of the Gallaghers. They now have their own apartment and are moving forward in their marriage. The future looks bright for them. But the finale in general was underwhelming in a lot of ways imo.

But I’m curious, what would have been your ideal ending for all the Gallaghers? (Including Mickey since he is technically one by marriage now)

i mean, i do think that ian and mickey had the best endings out of all of the characters (including kev and v) and i loved their ending, there were just a few things that they did in the final season that i wasn’t entirely thrilled with?? like, i loved them in 11x12, but there were a few things i didn’t like overall:

their fight in 11x03, i just feel like they always show so much growth and then go right back to where they had been and resort to violence to solve conflict. i feel the same way with 10x08, they learn so much and grow and then bam- that happens. i get it wasn’t a huge deal and they were fine afterwards, but still.

the lack of communication. ok, this season has the most (HEALTHY) communicating that they do and they definitely grew and i’m happy for them, BUT, the whole iou thing and ian signing the lease without mickey’s knowledge (which i’m about to talk about) was just… ick. i think that, as you said, the future seems bright for them and i’m sure that by now, they have grown even more and i’m aware that they’re still at the beginning of their marriage here, but i just wish that we got more of them actually talking. this also applies for hall of shame because what the actual fuck was all of that??

ian renting the apartment on the west side. idk man, i like the husbands having an apartment and i’m glad that they finally live together without all of the gallagher’s/milkoviches, but mickey really doesn’t seem happy there and i wish that they both got a say. i think that it’s fine, like, i don’t really care, but i definitely wish they stayed in the south side (not in the gallagher house, just in an apartment there) and i can see them moving back once their lease is up, but i did like how they talked about it eventually so i guess i was fine with that.

ian checking other guys out. this isn’t ian slander because he’s my favorite (mickey’s my third favorite character, i love them both), but he has a history with infidelity (a lot of this was because of the hypersexuality from his bipolar, i’m aware. but he also did it when he was stable and on meds so idk) and it’s just kind of another instance where i think that they show growth then go back, i wish that they hadn’t added that because i don’t necessarily think it’s “out of character”, but i think it was unnecessary and a lame thing to add.

there’s a few more things but that’s really it. overall i didn’t dislike their endings at all, i was very satisfied and thankful that they both ended up married, happy, and free, but i think that there were scenes that we needed but didn’t get (for example, both of the deleted 11x04 scenes, especially the one in the kitchen where they ACTUALLY communicate), and i think that there were a lot of things that we didn’t need but got. i love the husbands era and i always will, but john wells’ writing was really lacking in season eleven.

#sorry is this a bad answer??#i really don’t want anyone to come at me for this because i’m gallavich obsessed and i really did love this era #but it had flaws that nobody talks about #ask #shameless #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich #s11 #gallavich meta #shameless meta #meta

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The TV Show Trials - Criminal Minds (Encore)

Criminal Minds is a police procedural crime drama televisions series that aired on CBS from 2005 to 2020. Criminal Minds revolves around an elite team of FBI profilers who analyse the country’s most twisted criminal minds, anticipating their next movies before they strike again. As the team evolves together, the Behavioural Analysis Unit continues its dedication to using their expertise to pinpoint predators’ motivations and identify their emotional triggers in the attempt to stop them.

Sex, Birth, Death

A vigilante starts killing prostitutes when he feels that his efforts to clean up the city aren't being appreciated. Meanwhile, a young man seeks out Reid to help him understand the murderous urges he has had his whole life and fix them.

This episode is fine, I’m shocked that it’s this high on the list; compared to so many of the other episodes I wathced. My issue is that the reveal of the unsub (who isn’t the boy who reached out to Reid) feels tacked-on and disconnected from the rest of the episode. Apart from that, it’s just a standard episode.

Rating: 3

Lauren

When Prentiss confronts her nemesis, Ian Doyle, and goes missing, JJ is asked by the BAU to help find her and capture Doyle before it is too late.

This is a great episode, what a twist! It’s great to see more of Emilys backstory as one of the more mysterious members of the BAU. My only wish is that she was absent from the show for more than six episodes to really cement her immportance and presence in the team.

Rating: 4

Date Night

A former foe of the BAU returns with very specific demands for Dr. Reid after a father and daughter are kidnapped.

I love the episodes with Cat Adams, and this is no different; the dynamic between Cat and Reid is so great to watch. The scene between Spencer, Cat and Juliette is really good. Also, this is the only episode I’ve watched without Hotch and I will say, the team doesn’t feel complete without him.

Rating: 5

L.D.S.K.

The BAU travels to Des Plaines, Illinois, to assist the search for a sniper before he shoots more people. Meanwhile, Reid fails his firearms qualification exam and is forced to work without a gun, which only makes things worse for him when he and Hotch are both caught up in a life-threatening situation.

This wasn’t my first time watching this episode, but it’s just as satisfying upon rewatch. This episode is similar to Sex, Birth, Death where the unsub feels tacked on after suspecting another person the entire episode, but because the unsub is similar enough it doesn’t feel as egregious.

Rating: 4

The Uncanny Valley

The BAU is called to Atlantic City to profile a suspect with an unusual personal obsession who is abducting certain types of women.

This episode is decent, nothing much else to say.

Rating: 3

Memoriam

As Reid's investigation of a young boy's murder in Las Vegas continues, he discovers possible connections to his own past, including his parents.

Time for a Reid-centric episode featuring Morgan and Rossi! I like the dynamic of the smaller group and getting more of Reid’s childhood. But, like some other episodes, the ending feels disconnected from the episodes natural conclusion.

Rating: 3

Minimal Loss

After Prentiss and Reid go undercover to investigate alleged child abuse at the compound of an underground cult in La Plata County, Colorado, they are taken hostage by the cult leader, Benjamin Cyrus, when a state police raid on the fortress goes disastrously wrong.

First of all, Luke Perry!? Second of all, this episode is great. The tension of Emily and Spencer being inside the compound is sustained through the entire episode, keeping you on edge.

Rating: 4

True Genius

The BAU travels to San Francisco when a series of murders leads the team to believe the possibility that the elusive "Zodiac Killer" might have returned. Meanwhile, Reid contemplates his own genius capabilities after he and Prentiss attend a seminar on violent crime hosted by the crime novelist Patricia Cornwell.

I’m going to be completely honest and tell you that this episode is so forgettable. It’s not a bad episode, just insignificant.

Rating: 3

Mayhem

After a bomb explodes an SUV in New York City that might be carrying a BAU member, the team goes into high gear to determine who might have been injured in the explosion and to apprehend the terrorists responsible for the mayhem.

This episode is exactly what it says on the tin; it is non-stop tension. The episode flows really well and comes to a satisfying conclusion. This is one of the best episodes I wathced this month.

Rating: 5

To Hell/And Back

After a man in Detroit reveals evidence to several suspected disappearances that may be connected, the BAU is called to help track down the serial killer who is responsible. During the investigation, they are forced into Canada to catch him.

From one great episode, to a pair of great episodes. I have no clue how these managed to rank lower than a lot of the episodes above them but, in my opinion, they deserve to be much higher. They are definitely a tough watch, but well worth it for the quality.

Rating: 5

The Lesson

The BAU investigates a serial killer who oddly disposes his victims in Arizona. Also, Reid gets anxious when faced with the possibility of meeting his mystery woman.

This is another episode that’s a little hard to watch, but is well worth it. Brad Dourif is a welcome addition as the unsub and the actors who played the ‘puppets’ have amazing physicality.

Rating: 4

Pleasure is my Business

The BAU is called to Dallas to investigate when a serial killer lures and kills high-powered executives by posing as a high-class call girl.

I don’t really remember much from this episode, it’s pretty standard.

Rating: 2

Elephant’s Memory

The BAU is called to West Bune, a small town located in Texas, to investigate what appears to be increasingly violent spree killings that involve a teenage boy. As the team continues investigating, Reid finds himself personally and emotionally involved in the case.

While this is a pretty standard episode, what sets it apart is the dynamic between Morgan and Reid where they both relate to the unsub in one way or another; with Reid stepping in to save the unsub at the last minute.

Rating: 3

The Replicator

The Replicator zeroes in on the BAU when the killer targets one of the team as the next victim. The team must now struggle against his endgame as the stakes grow higher.

While I lacked context for the story arc of the Replicator, this is still a pretty good episode with Mark Hamill, of all people, playing the Replicator.

Rating: 3 (I’m sure it’s much better with context)

Derek

When Morgan is abducted, the BAU scrambles to find him and save his life.

It’s about time I watched a Derek centered episode! This made me cry so much it’s not funny. A great episode all-round.

Rating: 5

#The TV Show Trials #Criminal Minds

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redwiccanrobin · 9 months

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In the beginning, I liked Trevor. Truly, I did. I thought he was adorable, funny, and I thought it was awesome to get queer trans rep in a very popular show. He was a bit bland especially in the Shameless world where everyone just exudes color. But, I was fine with his presence. And despite Mickey being my favorite character, I was okay with Ian dating him. However, there was a distinct moment where I turned very sour on their relationship.

In season 7, episode 9, Monica blows back into town. She often does this to satisfy something for herself. This time is no different as she wants to play mommy one last time before dying. Ian is uncomfortable with her presence, angry even. He tries to express this to Trevor, his boyfriend. But Trevor is being petty for a reason that has nothing to do with Monica. He simply dismisses Ian, borderline aggressive with him. He tells Ian that Monica apologized for the years of abuse, neglect, and manipulation she put Ian through. He tells him to just forgive her for the years of abuse, neglect, and manipulation she put Ian through. Not out of thinking forgiveness could help Ian but because Trevor didn’t want to hear about it. And despite Ian making his feelings very clear about Monica’s presence, Trevor went out to have one-on-one time with her.

This is where I get a bit personal and I’m sorry for that. But I need to explain why this moment upset me so much. My dad was abusive. Horribly abusive. I developed PTSD and BPD due to the trauma he put on me. I’ve been in Ian’s place. I’ve had people roll their eyes at me, tell me to just get over it. I had a therapist who told me it was my job to fix my relationship with my dad. I was angry, sad, hurt. I saw Ian was angry, sad, hurt. And maybe it’s because Ian’s come to mean so much to me, but I was pissed. I was pissed and I wanted this guy to get the hell away from him.

I’ve had someone try to convince me that Trevor is the one who Ian should have ended up with. Trevor wasn’t toxic. Trevor and Ian were so healthy. The thing is though is Trevor is not as loud with being an asshole, but that doesn’t mean he’s not. He was casually cruel and judgmental of Ian. Season 8 really solidified how bad he and Ian were together. Yes, Ian had a hand to play in that. But it was that scene from season 7, episode 9 that truly made me sure that this wasn’t who Ian was meant to end up with.

#shameless #shameless meta #ian gallagher

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1-800-imagines · 2 years

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break up (gallagher!best friend x Lip)

The reader comforts Lip after his nasty breakup with Karen. warnings: drug use, swearing, violence

authors note: takes place in season 1 episode 12 // this post DEF got shadowb@nned so i'm reposting

Currently, Ian and you were seated in the Gallagher’s kitchen listening to Fiona talk to her new friend Jasmine about god knows what.

Lip and Ian had been arrested the night prior and were released this morning without any charges, surprisingly. You had hoped to see Lip, as well, when you came over, but he was at Karen, his “girlfriend’s” house.

You didn’t like Karen. You had a bad feeling about her, especially from everything Lip had told you.

Almost as if on cue, Lip walked in and slammed the door. He stormed upstairs and you raised an eyebrow towards Ian.

Fiona nodded to you both and you both headed upstairs. You hated to admit it, but you had a massive crush on Lip and had since you were little.

“Lip?” Ian said upon walking in. You followed closely behind, almost as if you were Ian’s shadow.

Lip was facedown in his pillows, “She fucking dumped me.” He said.

“Were you two even a couple?” Ian said. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. You knew it wasn’t the place.

“Still feels shitty.” He said after he lifted his head up.

“She is kind of a slut.” Ian said lighting a joint. You couldn’t help but let a smile escape.

“Yeah well, so am I.” Lip answered. This made you lose it and you laughed. His eyes trailed over to you.

“Sorry, sorry.” You said and put your hand up. Lip hadn’t even realized you were in the room. You covered your mouth immediately you tried to make it seem like a cough.

He rolled his eyes and cracked a small smile at you. He always had a soft spot when it came to you. “Maybe it’s why you two got along?” Ian said, re-lighting the joint in Lip’s mouth.

The three of you laughed softly and you climbed up and sat next to Lip in bed, “I think I might’ve been kinda falling in love with her.” He said softly.

Lip handed you the joint and you took a pull, you definitely needed to be high for this.

“You want me to beat the shit out of here?” You asked, cracking half a smile. This made Lip really smile.

“Yeah, that’d be good, but she’s pretty fucked up right now. Maybe wait till that fixes itself and then hit her when she least expects it.” Lip smirked.

You nodded, “Oh yeah of course, right.” You took another drag and handed the joint back to Ian.

Ian shook his head and took a final drag for himself, “I’ll see you guys later.” He handed it to Lip and walked out of the room.

“Sorry she’s such a dick.” You said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I’m used to it.” He sighed, leaning his head back on your head. “Let’s just get so high I forget it happened.” You nodded in agreement.

The two of you smoked the rest of the joint and ended up falling asleep next to each other.

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The next day, you were back at the Gallagher’s house, sitting on the couch with Debbie and Carl. Lip stormed in, yet again.

“Lip? What’s wrong?” You asked jumping up from the couch, following him upstairs. He was bleeding from his forehead.

“She fucked Frank. She fucked Frank.” He repeated over and over.

Your stomach dropped and then anger filled your body, “Oh fuck no.” You turned on your heel and walked out of the house, grabbing your jacket.

You didn’t even give Lip a chance to catch up. It wasn’t that far of a walk to Karen’s. You were ready to maim her. Maybe even kill her.

When you got to her house, you waited. Lip was a good three minutes behind you. When he finally caught up, Karen was walking out.

“Hey, bitch.” You spat. She hadn’t seen you coming. You wound up your fist and clocked her in the nose. It made a satisfying crunch, but so did your hand.

She screamed out in pain, “You broke my fucking nose! You psycho!”

“That’s for Lip.” You said. You grabbed her by her coat collar, “Don’t fuck with that family ever again. You fucking hear me?”

She nodded frantically and you shoved her, knocking her to the ground. She scrambled up and ran inside. When you turned, Lip was watching with his mouth open. “That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.” He said in disbelief.

You smiled and he approached you carefully, trying to read you. Your body language was saying all the right signs. He pulled you in for a kiss. Your world was spinning.

You would have punched Karen was sooner if it meant you got to kiss Lip. You broke the kiss with a small gasp, “Hate to be a buzzkill, but I think my hand is broken.”

Lip chuckled and took your hand in his, “Yeah. I think mine is too from punching Frank. Come on, killer. Let’s get this taken care of.” He put his arm around your shoulder and the two of you walked back towards the Gallagher house.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher imagines #lip x reader #lip gallagher fanfic #lip gallagher one shot #lip gallagher #shameless imagine #shameless imagines #shameless one shot #shameless

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