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Chapter 2: She's a Sweet Girl

“Morning, Lottie.” V yawns, patting Charlotte’s ass as she slides past her to pour a cup of coffee. “You’re up early, Alan got you on the morning shift today?”

Charlotte shakes her head, checking the time and grabbing the oven mitts from the drawer. V pushes herself up onto the counter as she watches her cousin take a tray full of brownies out of the oven, cringing when the door creaks then slams shut. “Nope, I don’t work today. But I’ve got some errands I wanna run.”

“Like what?”

“Like, take some brownies to the Gallagher kids cause my introduction to them was pretty shitty. Hopefully have some left over to give Mandy so I can apologize again for going on a date with her boyfriend-”

“Absolutely not.” Veronica jumps down from the counter to grip her cousin’s shoulders. “The Gallagher kids are fine, as long as you’re not talking about Lip. And you’re not going to give apology brownies Mandy Milkovich so she can knock them out of your hands and kick your ass for fuckin’ with Lip. Which I warned you not to do, by the way. Move.”

Charlotte shuffles out of the way, so Veronica can get two plates and place two of the brownies out for them. “I thought you were just being a protective big cousin.” she pouts.

“Oh, baby girl, I was. But there’s plenty of nice guys for you to date. Just…not on the southside. Maybe wait for when me and Fi take you to the club at the end of the week. The guys out there will eat you up. And they won’t be some broke ass fuck boy who’s got at least thirty pregnancy scares under his belt with two girlfriends. For now, promise me that you won’t go to Mandy Milkovich’s house, because that bitch is crazy, and I don’t wanna have to go to jail.”

Charlotte nods quietly, popping a piece of brownie into her mouth and offering her cousin a small smile when she kisses her cheek.

At the time Charlotte had thought she’d been telling Veronica the truth. She’d been keeping up her other promise and hadn’t spoken to Lip since that night. Not that he’d been trying that hard to get her attention. It had been about a week since the night of their not date and the most he’d done when they ran into each other was stare at her and then nod in acknowledgement. To which Charlotte would whip her head in the opposite direction and ignore her irritation at the chuckle he always gives.

She wanted to give him a piece of her mind. Tell him he’s not that great and that she thinks it's crappy what he did. Mandy had looked so sad. Very angry. But still…sad. But for some stupid reason, for the like, two seconds she let her eyes lock on his intense blue ones, she felt her heart race. So, when she sees him leaving the house at the same time as her, she ducks back in so she won’t run into him. When he and his siblings are playing around outside, she stays away from the window. And for the four times a week he’d stop at her job just to sit at a table and smirk at her while having a drink, talking to all of the girls but her, she shook her head and ignored him, paying extra attention to the customers on the opposite side of the room.

But still. She thought about that kiss. A lot. As short as it was, he’d made it count. Held her close, bit her lip, controlled her jaw. Of course he’s a jerk. Nice guys don’t kiss like that.

Charlotte felt guilty.

And that’s how she ended up in the Gallagher’s living room with Debbie, carrying their share of the brownies and looking over her shoulder nervously. “Are you sure your brother’s not here?”

“No, Lip left an hour ago. Probably won’t be back until tonight.” The redhead shrugs, shoving a couple brownies into her backpack. She looks at Charlotte, tilting her head. “Are you sleeping with Lip?”

“What? No.” Charlotte gasps at the little girl.

“Oh. But you want to?”

“No, Debbie-”

“I think he thinks you’re pretty.” the little girl continues. “The other day, he was supposed to be helping me put up the Christmas decorations, and you left your window open. Do you see any Christmas decorations up?”

Charlotte feels her cheeks heat, offering the little girl a small smile. “Honey, that doesn’t mean anything, he might’ve just gotten busy.”

“Lip never offers to help put up decorations. Ian always does it with me.”

The older girl tries to shake off any flattery she feels and runs a hand through her hair. “Well, maybe he’s feeling in the spirit this year. But, hey, Debbie, do you happen to know where Mandy lives? This other batch of brownies is for her.”

“What?” Debbie’s eyes widen. “You can’t go there. Mandy’s gonna kill you. Then you can’t teach me how to make these brownies.” she whines.

“She’s not gonna kill me, Debbie. At the end of the day, Mandy is a woman, I’m a woman, and we girls have a code.”

“A code?”

“Yeah,” Charlotte smiles, tightening her jacket. “Girl code has rules about things like this, and guys like your brother. He’s Mandy’s and I respect that. And she’ll respect me for respecting that. And issues of loyalty should be taken up with Phillip.”

“Phillip?” Debbie shakes her head, putting on her jacket. “Right. Well, she lives on South Trumble Ave. good luck, I hope she doesn’t kill you, I think you’re nice.”

Charlotte doesn’t know what she was expecting the house to look like. The gate didn’t look that different from the one at the Gallagher’s. But there was broken glass, abandoned beer cans and glass scattered in the front lawn. She stepped over everything she passed as she went up the walkway, knocking on the door.

“Who the fuck is it?!” A deep voice calls from inside.

Charlotte jumps, slightly, taking a deep breath before calling back, “Um…I’m Charlotte. Charlotte Fisher.”

“You a cop?” the voice growls.

“No…?”

The door clicks open, and an older man with a dirty wife beater and boxers opens it, beer in hand. “You here for one of my boys? Mickey?”

“Uh-”

“You pregnant?”

She gasps, looking down at her stomach before back at the man. “No! I’m…I’m here to see Mandy.”

“Hm. Fine.” He grunts, unlocking the screen door before retreating back into the house. Charlotte assumes she’s granted permission to enter, and wanders inside. “Mandy, you’ve got company, I’m headed out!”

“I’m fuckin’ coming!” Mandy calls from somewhere else in the house.

Charlotte scoots out of the way as the older man shoves past her out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Straightening, she grips the brownie tray firmly, awaiting Mandy’s entrance.

“Hey, I didn’t think you were gonna come by today-” Mandy smirks as she emerges from her room, her smile falling as soon as she sees Charlotte. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. What the hell are you doing here bitch?”

“Oh-kay, you’re still upset, you have every right to be, but don’t you think the person you should be mad at is Phillip?”

“Phillip?” the girl hisses.

“What is Lip here?” another voice calls. Ian stumbles out of another room, another guy, pale with dark hair following behind him. “Oh, Charlotte, no.”

“Charlotte, huh?” the pale guy asks, lighting a cigarette. “I don’t know Mandy, she doesn’t look like a boyfriend stealin’ skank bitch. She brought brownies.”

Charlotte’s brows furrow. “Are you telling people that?”

“It’s what you are.” Mandy crosses her arms. Ian quietly stands between the two girls, whispering under his breath to a very agitated Mandy. The pale guy steps around to grab a brownie, taking a sniff before biting it.

“S’good. You look a little clean for that prick, Lip. You rebellin’ or something?”

Charlotte shifts on her feet, holding out her hand for him to shake, “Um, no, I’m Charlotte Fisher by the way. And I’m not a boyfriend stealing-”

“Skank bitch.” the guy finishes, clasping her hand and shaking it roughly.

“And I don’t…don’t want anything to do with Phillip Gallagher.”

“You better not, bitch.” Mandy calls over Ian’s shoulder before whipping around and stalking back into the room, slamming the door behind her.

“Yeah, I don’t love the name calling, but tell her these brownies are for her…?”

“Mickey.”

“Okay. Mickey, nice to meet you. Have as much as you like.” Charlotte zips her jacket and starts heading out of the door.

Mickey nudges Ian and murmurs quietly, “Your brother really fucking that?”

Ian smiles, pressing a kiss into Mickey’s cheek as he pulls on his own jacket to follow the girl out. “Not yet, why, you want a crack at it?”

“Nah, too sweet for me, give me a toothache. I like my bitches tough like you, Army.”

“Yeah okay, I’ll be back later.”

“Charlotte! Charlotte, hey!” Ian calls, chasing the girl up the street. He catches up pretty easily, she’s short and clearly wanders like she doesn’t know where she’s going, leaving her primed for any of the sick fucks out here. V and Fiona would kill him if he let her walk around in this skimpy skirt looking doe eyed and lost. “What’re you up to? Headed home?”

“Oh, hi Ian! I don’t know, guess I’m trying to find somewhere to hang out. V’s busy filming and I really don’t wanna spend the afternoon oiling her down and have weird guys on the internet ask me to bend over for an extra fifty. I don’t work today, and I’m bored. Guess I was kinda hopin’ if I apologized to Mandy again she’d forgive me and wanna be friends.”

“Oh, uh,” Ian sucks in air between his teeth. He feels bad for the girl, her big brown wide eyes screamed innocence, and girl power and whatever the fuck else bullshit that Fiona tries to teach Debbie. And Mandy is his best friend, and Charlotte had read her right, if it had been anyone else, anyone but Lip, Mandy would’ve taken the girl under her wing. Mandy liked sweet things. But she loves Lip. “We could hang out, if you wanted. Watch a movie or something?”

“Phillip won’t be home?”

“No, no he won’t.”

“Is this the only type of movie you have?” Charlotte squeaks with her face tucked into Ian’s shoulder.

“Pretty much, bad part’s almost over, but you’re missin’ most of it.” the redhead chuckles, watching as the murderous man in the creepy mask chases his victim through an alleyway.

“Next time, I’ll bring you somethin’ else. Jesus, Debbie, Carl and Liam watch this?” She huffs, gripping at his shirt. Liam just snorts, mumbling to her it’s safe to look and cackling loudly when she realized he was lying when she saw guts and blood spattered on the pavement. “Okay. That’s it.” Charlotte snatches the remote and pauses the movie. “Let’s talk.”

“About what?”

“Um,” the girl smiles, pushing her hair over her shoulder. “Your boyfriend’s cute. Mickey.”

Ian’s eyes widen as he whips his head to the door of his room, making sure nobody comes in. “H-how’d you know that he was…”

“The way you look at him. The way he looks at you. All of the above.” she chirps, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“What like we wanna fuck each other? It’s obvious?” he chuckles.

Charlotte smiles at him, letting her head rest back on the wall. “A little. But I was talking about how you really look at each other. Like, I can tell you guys really have something good.”

“Yeah?” Ian grins back, chuckling quietly when she nods, poking his side. “What about you? You have somethin’ good going on? Don’t tell me my shithead brother was your first kiss or somethin’.”

“No,” she hums, pulling her phone out and scrolling through a bunch a pictures, mostly of her and V to find a picture of her and some guy. “My ex boyfriend, Tyler. Broke up a while ago, but we’re still friends. Nice guy.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’d you break up?”

“His parents wanted him to go away to school, learn the business and stuff, thought I was a distraction. He wanted to get a job and get married.” Charlotte toys with the fabric at the bottom of her shirt. “I agreed with his parents.”

Ian nods quietly, “Nice of you to think of his future.”

“Good thing I did too. He found out that he was gay. And now we’re best friends, we talk every day.” she smiles down at the picture on her phone before shoving it back into her pocket.

“Oh, well, is your best friend gonna be worried about me takin’ his spot or somethin’?” he teases, nudging her.

“He’s not the jealous type. Why do you wanna be my friend, Ian Gallagher?” Charlotte cheeses, leaning over him with bright eyes, giggling when he offers her a bright smile back.

“Yeah. Why not?”

“Why not?”

“Why not what?” Both Ian and Charlotte’s eyes both shoot over to the doorway where Lip stands, tossing a bag on the floor crossing his arms. “Barkin’ up the wrong tree, sweetheart.”

Charlotte huffs, sitting back on the bed and looking away from Lip, placing a hair tie in her mouth and gathering her hair up to make a ponytail.

“I came up here to let you know the kids are home. It’s your night to figure out dinner.” Lip continues as Charlotte hops up, hair bouncing in his face as she scoots past him without so much as a glance. “Where’re you goin’?”

He’s met with silence and sends Ian a look. Ian sighs, rolling his eyes before calling out, “Hey, Lottie, where are you headed?”

“Downstairs, promised Debbie I’d teach her how to bake brownies.” her sweet voice carries into the room. Lip scoffs and smooths a hand down his face.

“Lottie? What the fuck?”

“What?” Ian shrugs, tugging on his shoes, ignoring his brother’s glare. “She knows I’m gay.”

“And what? So you guys are just friends now?”

“Yeah pretty much.” the redhead shrugs again.

“Um, yeah, you get what she’s trying to do here, don’t you?” Lip shakes his head, snagging a cigarette from behind his ear and lighting it. “Hanging out here all day, baking brownies with Debbie. She’s trying to get my attention.”

“Well, it’s worked hasn’t it? You make us sleep with the blinds open so you can make sure she gets in every night after work. Go to her job almost every time she works-”

“Fuck you, what’re you her brother now?” Lip sniffs, leaning against the desk. “She ask about me?”

“Just to make sure you weren’t home.” Ian sighs, putting on his jacket. “Why don’t you let this one go, alright? Mandy’s still pissed and she’s actually sweet. Just uh, get your dick wet with someone else, alright? I’m askin’.”

“Jesus, I’m not doin’ anything. I’m not trying to touch your fuckin’ pillar of purity, alright. If she’s gonna be around I just wanna be cool.”

“Yeah, okay.” the younger brother scoffs, brushing past his brother and out of the door. Lip follows his brother down the steps and then swings into the kitchen where Debbie is standing at a mixing bowl with Charlotte next to her.

“If you beat it too much it’ll get all gross and soupy, we want it to be thick-” brown eyes lock on blue before going back to the task in front of her. “And cake-y. Then we can put it in the oven. You’re doing really great, Debbie.”

“Thanks, Lottie.” Debbie smiles, scraping the spoon on the side of the bowl.

“That looks good, Deb, can’t wait to try it.” Lip says, leaning on the opposite side of the counter, eyeing the girl refusing to look at him. He let his gaze trace her features, big bright eyes, covered with long curled, dark lashes. Smooth cheeks with deep dimples, shining smile with plump, glossed lips.

“Thanks, I hope they taste like Charlotte’s.”

Lip runs a hand through his hair as his chest tightens watching the older girl sweep some of the chocolate from his sister’s cheek, looking even more intently as she presses her thumb between her lips, sucking the chocolate off. “Yeah, um, Debs, why don’t you go do your homework?”

“But I’m making brownies with Charlotte!” the girl whines, stomping her foot.

“Debbie-”

“It’s okay, Debbie, I’ll finish up and if Fiona says it’s okay, I’ll bring over one of my favorite movies and we can eat some together, alright?”

Debbie brightens at the promise immediately, quickly hugging the girl before running past to go do her work, not forgetting to flip off her brother as she goes.

“Nice, Debs.” Lip nods slowly. He turns back to Charlotte who’s dumping the brownie batter into the tray. “Hangin’ out with my family now?”

He’s met with silence for a moment, and he resigns to himself that maybe she’s serious about ignoring everyone but him. “They’re nice…and mine is busy.” Lip’s eyes widen as her voice rings out in the kitchen, her eyes still refusing to meet his as she scrapes the bowl. “You apologize to Mandy yet?”

“Yeah, if givin’ her some good head is an apology.” he jokes, sweeping some chocolate out of the bowl and popping his finger into his mouth. He’d expected her to cringe at his crass joke, wrinkle her nose or something. But she just tilts her head, resting her elbows on the counter and looking him in the eyes.

“Does she? That’s what matters.”

“Shit. That really bothered you.”

Charlotte’s look does not falter, her lips pursed. “I don’t like being part of hurting people. And I don’t like being tricked. I wanted to be friends.”

Lip takes in the girl’s face. Her pretty features are set sternly. A little line has formed between her brows. It looked like that night. “You’re not a nice guy, Phillip Gallagher.” Lip didn’t like that look. He liked the bright eyes and dimpled smile she’d given him before she’d found out about Mandy. He liked having her eyes on him.

He pushes off of the counter and makes his way around the island, backing her against the counter. He’s close, trapping her with one of his hands on each side of her, careful not to touch her. “Yeah? You wanted to be my friend?” he murmurs lowly.

“Yeah.” she speaks back softly, still not backing down, brows still furrowed.

“You don’t wanna be my friend anymore, cutie?” he asks, leaning down, pushing so close his nose is almost touching hers.

“No.” she whispers. “Not like this. Real friends. Friends, Phillip. M’not gonna help you cheat on your girlfriend. But…I liked hanging out with you. I wanna do it with Mandy’s permission.”

Lip doesn’t know what the fuck is wrong with him. Any other girl and he’d say fuck off. He’d say it wasn’t worth all of this hassle and he doesn’t care if their friends, strangers, fucking, whatever. But something in his stupid brain said he wanted to keep Charlotte around. He’d chalked it up to thinking with his dick over the last few days. He’d figured the princess had flounced her little ass under his skin and he just hadn’t gotten to fuck her out of his system. He kept thinking about her, Ian was right. Shits been on loop. The kiss. Her in that uniform. Her smile. Her eyes. Fuck. When he went back to apology fuck Mandy he’d kept his eyes shut tightly, hoping that he could imagine that it was her pinned to the bed under him but all that caused was for him to cum faster. Maybe, he needed to take her as she was willing to give…and wear her down. “You gonna stop ignorin’ me?”

“Are you gonna ask your girlfriend for permission?” She asks, planting her hands on his chest and pushing him back, huffing when he doesn’t move, only leaning more weight on her hand. “Yes?”

“Fuckin’ fine. You’re lucky you're so damn cute.” Lip rolls his eyes, grabbing the girl’s chin, tugging her closer and pressing his lips to her cheek, giving it a longer than necessary kiss and sighing when she squirms away. “What friends don’t kiss now?”

“Not until friends let their girlfriends know that they are friends.” Charlotte shrugs, beaming at him.

“What?”

The timer goes off for the brownies, filling the kitchen and the space she’s put between them. “Great, they're done. Debbie!”

#lip gallagher #ian gallagher #fiona gallagher #kevin ball #veronica fisher #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #shameless #debbie gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #phillip gallagher

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mickittotheman · 5 days

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hii 🤗 for the kiss trope: Gallavich and 11 or 49

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49. ...out of necessity

Ian sighs, drumming his fingers against sun bleached red plastic. Debbie pops out of the water for the millionth time, shoving her soaked hair out of her face and turning to beam at Ian excitedly. He gives her a stained smile and a halfhearted thumbs up.

Okay, yeah, he could probably be more enthusiastic. That had been a pretty impressive flip.

But he’s tired, and he’s bored, and he feels like he’s cooking in the sun, the shade of the ripped umbrella above him not nearly enough. By the end of the summer, he’ll be nothing but one big freckle.

It's a good gig. They need the money. He’s been trying to avoid the Kash and Grab, trying to avoid Kash. The pay is decent, and his siblings get free admission. He’d been excited about the prospect of maybe helping someone, maybe saving someone, maybe being the hero for once.

So far, he’s only had to save the occasional bee, and, on one notable occasion, a rat.

He sighs again. Gazes at the water longingly. He wishes he could jump in. He wishes something exciting would happen.

He scans the surface again, scans the perimeter, looking for trouble. It’s busy today. Crowded. Probably because it’s hot as fuck.

There’s a few people from school he recognizes, but there's one group in particular he’s been eyeing, one person in particular.

Mickey Milkovich.

Ian’s never actually talked to him before. But he’s seen him.

He leaning his back against the fence, smoke wafting up from his lips to the “No Smoking” sign posted just above his head. He’s hot as fuck– in every sense of the word. He’s wearing all black. Black tee with the sleeves cut off, black ripped jeans, black heavy boots. He’s in the shade, but Ian can see the sweat glistening on his skin from all the way over here, and it’s kinda making his mouth water.

He swallows. Looks away. Inevitably looks back.

Mickey’s sister is sunbathing face down on a lounge chair, a skimpy black two piece on her steadily reddening skin, a handful of boys drooling over her, only kept at bay by Mickey’s glare. One of the other Milkovich brothers is there– Iggy? Colin? Ian can never tell them apart– but he’s preoccupied, having ditched guard dog duty in favor of rubbing sunscreen onto some college girl’s back.

He forces himself to focus on the water again. If a kid dies because he was too busy thinking with his dick he’d never live it down.

He’s trying so hard not to look. He blames that on why he misses the initial commotion. When he finally glances over at the sound of raised voices Mandy is standing up, a red mark the shape of a handprint on her ass and a murderous expression on her face. Mickey is already decking the one Ian assumes is the culprit.

Shit.

Ian fumbles for the little whistle around his neck.

Mickey whips around at the shrill noise with a glare, and the other guy seizes the opportunity to shove Mickey into the pool and run.

There’s gasping. Some yelling. A few people scatter, not wanting to be around for when Mickey clambers out and goes fucking ballistic.

But Mickey doesn’t clamber out. He sinks to the bottom in a mess of flailing limbs.

Shit.

Ian is in the water in a heartbeat. The shock of cold against his flushed skin is jarring, but he barely pays it any mind. Mandy had jumped in too, and together they manage to haul Mickey up and out and onto the searing hot pavement.

“Shit, Mickey, come on you stupid shithead,” Mandy mutters, smacking at his face.

“I need you to move,” Ian says, and he’s distantly shocked by how calm he sounds.

She doesn’t put up a fight like he was expecting, just scrambles back to give Ian room.

He’s only ever had to do this on crusty foam dummies, but miraculously, muscle memory takes over. He starts compressions. Quick, quicker than you think they should be but not too quick, deep but not too deep. He reaches thirty. Moves his hands up, tips Mickey’s head back, ducks down.

He barely has his lips sealed over Mickey’s when Mickey gasps.

It’s not as romantic as it is in the movies.

The first thing Mickey does is turn his head and cough up a mixture of chlorinated water and bile. The second thing he does is start biting out curses and kicking.

“Shit,” Ian hisses, scrambling out of range of Mickey’s heavy boots.

“Mickey, Mick, stop,” Mandy scolds, slapping at Mickey again.

Mickey’s gaze darts around, taking in the situation, the way Mandy is pale and wide eyed, the fact that his clothes are soaked through, the people standing around gawking.

His skin goes pink. He scowls mutinously. “What the fuck are you people looking at?”

People look away so fast, Ian wouldn’t be surprised if they had whiplash.

Ian laughs, nearly giddy with adrenaline and relief. “Come on. I can get you a towel.”

And some privacy, goes unsaid, but Mickey picks up on it anyways. He drags himself up, unsuccessfully trying to bat away Mandy’s and Ian's arms as they hook under his shoulders.

They find the second lifeguard in the locker room with a fresh hickey on his neck and a giggling blonde clinging to him. He goes wide eyed when he sees them, shoves the girl away unceremoniously. “Holy fuck. What happened?”

Ian rolls his eyes. “I’ve got it covered. Will you please just go do your fucking job while I handle this?”

“Don’t need your fucking help,” Mickey grouses. Ian and Mandy ignore him and wrangle him into sitting on one of the benches. “Where the fuck is Iggy?”

“He went to chase after that guy. I’m gonna go grab our bag before someone steals it.” Mandy pats Mickey on the shoulder once. Turns to the door. Pauses with just one foot out to look back.

She bites her lip. Drags her gaze up and down Ian’s form, lingering on his lips, on his still heaving chest, on where his wet swim trunks are clinging to him. “Thank you. For saving my brother. I owe you one.”

“Oh. Oh.” Ian feels his ears go red. He occupies himself with fumbling around in his locker for his towel. “Uh, thank you, but it was nothing, I–”

The door slams shut, Mandy already gone.

“Shit.” Ian sighs. Closes his eyes for a moment. Rubs at his forehead.

Mickey eyes him skeptically and snatches the towel Ian holds out to him. “You know by ‘owe you one’, she means a blowie, right?”

Ian burns even redder. Doesn’t quite manage to keep the grimace off his face. “Yeah.”

“What? You think you're too good for her?” Mickey sneers, bristling like a porcupine.

“No, no! She’s just. Uh. Not my type.”

Mickey glowers at him. Scowls. “What are you, a fucking fag or something?”

Fuck. Mickey wouldn't kill the guy who just saved his life, right?

Right?

Mickey scowls even harder when Ian flounders. Brings his tattooed fingers up to rub at his mouth. “I oughtta cut your fucking tongue out for putting your goddamn lips on me like that.”

“Trust me, I didn’t exactly enjoy it,” Ian snarks, and he swears, he swears, he sees something like disappointment flash through Mickey’s eyes. Something like hurt.

His breath stutters. He swallows hard.

“I mean. I didn't exactly get the chance to.”

Mickey freezes.

Ian holds his breath.

Mickey stands abruptly. Tosses the towel towards Ian's chest. Stomps towards the door.

Oh.

Ian deflates a bit.

Well. Could be worse. Mickey could have straight up murdered him.

Mickey pauses just inside the doorway, one foot out. Looks back. Shoves his tongue out to lick at the corner of his mouth. Looks Ian up and down with a cocked brow. “I owe you one.”

Ian’s eyes widen, but Mickey’s already gone.

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#i will most likely come back and do 11 too so keep an eye out!!!#prompt games #gallavich #my scribblings #is this unrealistic? yes. do i care? yes. but i am trying very hard not to #cmonnnnn they do it in movies all the time #let me get away with it just this one pretty please???🥺

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daddymilker691 · 9 months

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smidgeofcinnamon · 1 month

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SIBLINGS BAYBEE!!!

I’ve had Mandy’s brother on my mind for a while and I finally decided to actually design him. His name is Chris (yes like Chris Nolan I think it’s hilarious that Boorswan is just a duck version of him), and he’s a painter! He’s only slightly younger than Mandy (like a minute younger) and she gives him hell for it

#art #artist #digital art #ducktales #digital artist #ducktales 2017 #ducktales oc #ducktales artist #smidgeofcinnamon

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one0p1nk · 8 months

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Rank your friends by their level of Seiso.

//from worse to okay(?)(I'm just not certain exactly- and this is not meant for offending others! Be kind, friends,,, >:0)

Seiso usually means like "wholesome, pure, clean, and tidy"??? Yeah.

Klai probably kinda sus... But like, since she's the simp queen, maybe more than what i would imagine-/IH/hj

Fifi... Idk why but Fifi energy has their own way of simping so down bad I'm not sure if that's even innocent;;; i love them/p when they're happy tho so I'll sometimes let it slide fjfjfjbf/ih

Mandi is dark, probably far from pure from seeing what she does, but she's so cool I luv her/p :D

Sleepy, despite being sleepy insane/ref, she somehow has approved, decent seiso. Comfy wholesomeness when she seems happy,,, ✨

I accidentally caught some of Clown's posts before- so maybe is more a bit silly unhinged sometimes but wholesome/ih

Kory is silly weird, and I already let them have their simp rights without needing them to ask/ih, but that's one thing I like about them. They wholesome :3

Boris still remains like a mystery but almost not really just from seeing those werewolf pics is funny/ih

Orange is almost like Boris in a category, idk how to explain this djdbfb

If described from 1-10, Mario is a 5, because is a mystery- also help maybe lupi and four are also in this category jfbbfbdbdb/ih

Sam is funny,,, also dark, pretty dark and a bit unhinged when it comes to ideas???? Is so fun though so what gives-

Tae is wholesome, because, probably not too pure but I know she's always innocent in my eyes,,, like a rubber duck <33/ih

Yami in this category;;; is like between dark and wholesome, angst and fluff kind of preciousness🤔🥰

Nakki is like my big bro who sometimes prevents me from seeing unseisoness/IH, so he probably kinda knows some things 🤔 yet he's cool 😊✨

I can barely see Emma being close to unseiso like- all I see is funny go-lucky vibes;;;/pos

I luv Al,,,/p. Literally flashed me with cute marketable plushie content once and I'm already on my knees and crying,,, So wholesome...

Beth-- SHE'S SO WHOLESOME, 100% SEISO FJFBFBB;;;

#pins speaking

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commonguttersnipe · 2 months

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For International Woman's Day today, name your Top 10 favourite female Monty Python characters (can be the Pythons as lady characters and as well as characters played but the marvellous Carol Cleveland and Connie Booth) and why you like them!

10. Deirdre Pewty. Strung along to marriage therapy by her paranoid husband, only to run off with the councillor, is one heck of a move.

9. Mrs Scum. Jonesy put his entire soul into playing a middle-aged housewife besotted with a supervillain and, for that, my life has been improved.

8. Miss Islington. Was a real witch and yet denied it until she was thwarted by a duck. What a legend.

7. Tennis Girl. Captured my heart as soon as she was on screen. I’ve also had multiple people say I look like her!

6. Mrs N. Baiter. Ridiculously unfortunate name but she reminds me too much of my mother not to include her.

5. Mandy Cohen. Also reminds me a little too much of my mother, which is hilarious.

4. Middle of the Film Announcer. Nobody ever talks about her but she gives the iconic last monologue of the movie and looked beautiful! I mourn the lack of Michael in drag.

3. Angela. Is this because of the fanfiction? Yeah.

2. Anne Elk. She’s adorable and my wife and I love her.

1. Mrs Sydney. I love her Tudor costume and the fact she reads hardcore smut. Also, we love supportive spouses!

Thank you for the ask!! 😊

#monty python #connie booth #carol cleveland #graham chapman #john cleese #eric idle #terry jones #michael palin #monty python’s flying circus

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kitishsnzes · 11 months

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For context of anyone isn't familiar with the show:

Georgie and Mandy slept together, she got pregnant, but they aren't "together" but throughout the show their relationship grows stronger. This is set after the baby is born and their relationship is really starting to grow.

Mandy p.o.v

I groaned softly hearing the baby cry. I opened one eye and saw that Georgie was already awake. I sighed softly, appreciating that he was trying to not wake me up. I climbed out of bed and followed the sound of crying and saw Georgie frantically trying to get the baby calmed down. "I think she's hungry" I said, startling Georgie. "Yeah, sounds bout right" he said softly, he passed the baby to me. "Sorry for wakin' you" Georgie said, his voice quiet. "It's fine. It was probably time for me to wake up anyways." He smiled, "I'll make breakfast" I smiled as I watched him leave.

After I finished feeding the baby I went to the kitchen where Georgie was. He was standing with his back to me, I was about to call his name when he suddenly ducked towards his elbow, "hgtchh- eghtch- ngtch- hnktch" the sneezes were forcefully stifled and painful sounding. "Bless you" he flinched, "ah thank you" he said, sounding strangely almost guilty. "Are you okay?" He nodded, "doin fine" he smiled, but his face changed, and his eyes went unfocused, "hngxtch" I noticed him wince slightly, "that sounds painful" he shrugged slightly, then his eyes went crossed again, "maybe try not to stifle them" I suggested, trying to keep my voice gentle, he nodded, his breath hitched, "heTchu-hh-Ttchu- ehhtchu"

"Bless you"

"Thank you" he said, he sniffled and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. "You okay Georgie?" He nodded, "just snf allergies" he said simply, he took a paper towel off the roll and blew his nose on it. I cringed slightly, "Allergies to what?"

"Nature" he said with a laugh. "Did you take anything?"

"Nah, don't do much" he said, he sniffled and took another paper towel off and held it to his face. "Ehtchu-! Hhh- ehh- hhh- Tchu-hhtchu"

"Bless you" I gently patted his arm, "why do you stifle them, your sneezes aren't loud"

"I don't know" he kinda laughed, "just always have. Sheldon used to give me hours of lectures on why it's bad for me." I laughed, he smiled. "Maybe you should just spend the day inside" I softly suggested, "can't, got work" he said, he sniffled, "You boss is your grandma, I think she'll understand" he shrugged, "I'll be fine. Used to it. Been happening every spring since I was a kid" he sniffled, his breath hitched, "ehh-tchu- hhtcHu- ektchshu! Tchu-"

"Bless you" I patted his shoulder. He sniffled "breakfast is ready by the way" he said, "promise I didn't sneeze in the food." I smiled, he's adorable, I found myself thinking. He fixed a plate and set it at the table, "for you" he said with a cheeky smile. "Thank you"

"You're very welcome" the two of us ate, the baby sat giggling in her highchair, waving around her doll. "She's adorable," he commented, looking at our daughter. I smiled, just like her daddy I thought, "she is" he leaned over and kissed her cheek, she giggled. He smiled at her, then looked at me, he smiled, "I gotta get to work. I'll see you this evening" and to my surprise he leaned over and placed a quick kiss on my cheek. "Have a good day Mandy" he went to the door and slipped his shoes on. I was stunned. I didn't expect it at all.

Georgie p.o.v

I groaned and rubbed my nose as I stepped outside. I got into the car, before I started driving I took a napkin from the glove compartment and blew my nose, which triggered a handful of sneezes. I tossed the tissue into the ground and made a mental note to pick it up later so Mandy wouldn't chew me out for a messy car. I put the car into drive and drove to the laundromat. I pushed the door open. "Hey Georgie" my Meemaw said when she saw me, "hey!" I smiled and waved at her. My eyes were itchy and swollen. "Oh Lord, Georgie, it's that time of year?" She said, noticing how swollen my face was. I shyly nodded. "Why don't you go home?"

"I can't. I need money. I'm tryna raise a child" she shook her head, "you go on home now"

"But-"

"No no, get your ass back home" she nudged me towards the door. "Alright" I sighed, I went back to the car and drove back home. I pushed open the front door, Mandy looked up from her book, "you're home early"

"Meemaw sent me home" I explained, quickly grabbing a napkin as my nose twitched, "ehh-tchu- hhtcHu-ektchshu"

"Bless-"

"Not do-hh-hne-etchu ktChSh kiTsch"

"Bless you! You alright?"

"I'm okay. My allergies aren't usually quite this bad" he said, he brought a fist to his face and sneezed twice. "Have you taken anything yet? I brought my hand up and gently rubbed his back. "It doesn't work" he said, his voice heavy with congestion. "Why don't you just give it a try. Especially with how much they're bothering you" I said softly. He sniffled in response. I frowned in sympathy. He looked so cutely pathetic with his red nose and puffy eyes. I kept one hand on his back and with the other I grabbed a few tissues from the box I found for him. I handed the tissues to him. "Thangs darlin" he said softly, he took the tissues. He blew his nose and rubbed at his eyes, which were red and swollen. "Mandy darling, can you do me a small favor."

"Of course"

"Can you go to the bathr-hh-htchhu! Ehktchu- ktChSh snf bathroom and get my allergy medicine. It should be in the cupboard above the sink" I frowned, if he was feeling bad enough to ask me to get it for him he must be pretty miserable. "Sure I'll be right back" I went to the bathroom and found the medicine. It was exactly where he said it was, I brought it back, he thanked me. He took two pills out and swallowed them down, "I'm gonna wa-hh- arn- HhKtchu- TchHu- hheh-ktchuH-

"Bless you"

"Thanks. But I'll warn you, I get super tired when I take my allergy medicine. Makes me super sleepy"

"That's fine"

"But I need to help with the baby, make food, and take care of you." I smiled, "it's okay Georgie. You're allowed to have off days or days when you're not at your best."

"I know but-"

"No buts, you should go get some rest. You look dead in your feet." He glanced at the floor, "kinda feels like it too" he sniffled. "Go on and shower. Get all the pollen, dust and anything else off of you then go lay down"

"Thanks Mandy"

"No problem"

#snz #snz kink #snzblr #snzfic #snz fic #young sheldon #pretty boys with pretty noses and good hair are very good for my mental health

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ada-meszretov · 1 year

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Grim is more powerful than he lets us see

powerless without his scythe?

it was stated multiple times that his scythe is an ancient, powerful tool and, that it is often stolen from him. but is he really that powerless without it?

in ep Look Alive!, we just saw that he can fly. he emphasizes it in ep Dad Day Afternoon. in ep Billy Ocean, when searching Mandy and he are searching for Billy, he's sea-sick and seems to be helpless, but, after he loses his patience, he changes magically into his death robe, flies above the sea, and opens it with his scythe, instantly spotting the whale which swallowed Billy. pretty precise, huh?

in ep Tickle Me Mandy, Attack of the Clowns, Complete and Utter Chaos! (Billy Gets Dumber!), Toys Will Be Toys, and He's Not Dead, He's My Mascot he can bring inanimate objects to life: New Mandy, a clown head, a magic banana a burrito, Billy's toys, and Fluffy Cat, respectively. but he gives life to New Mandy... without his scythe.

he can send souls to the afterlife without it, proved in ep Billy & Mandy's Jacked-Up Halloween. he just uses a feather.

in ep Dumb Luck, his saliva has supernatural powers on its own.

in ep Nursery Crimes, he sends them to the storybook without his scythe. maybe the storybook itself had supernatural powers, but only Grim's words seemed to control it. Grim said that the storybook's rule is that the ones who got there, only get out if the stories are finished, but: Mandy finished all the stories, but they still remained stuck, because Grim fell asleep.

in ep My Peeps, he has fun running away from Billy, and likes having some smoothies with Mandy (like in the end of ep Keeper of the Reaper), but when he stops having fun and is simply just annoyed, uses magic without his scythe to restrain Billy, and levitates his scythe back to himself with ease.

in ep Sickly Sweet, he only uses his finger to turn a flower into a flesh-eating abomination. and: he destroys Mandy's cookies with the fire in his eyes (poor Mandy).

in ep Five O'Clock Shadows, he uses telekinesis. also in ep Aren't You Chupacabra to See Me? and other instances.

ep Bully Boogie. remember the rubber duck? ooh!

in ep Billy & Mandy Save Christmas, Nancy took hIS scythe, but they weren't in any danger. he could whistle and call his scythe whenever he wanted to.

he's not powerless without his scythe. when he is depressed in ep The Incredible Shrinking Mandy and just can't put on his usual mask, he snaps his fingers and makes Billy's monkeys to just vanish away.

did you see how did he "redecorated" Atrocia's studio in ep The Grim Show?

can be taken out by mortals or even immortals?

in ep Look Alive!, we learned that he can fly, so why doesn’t he just fly to the tree in ep Druid, Where's My Car?, or fly around in the christmas episode when he's fighting off vampire elves with Mandy?

in ep Which Came First?, he seems to be helpless against the mutant chickens as they were "created by science", hence "out of his jurisdiction", and runs from the chickens just as B&M does. but, in the end, he still isn't helpless when he summons a shield. Billy even notices this and says:

Billy: hey, Grim! you know how did you do that force field thingy that kept the volcano from cooking us?:D

Grim: yes?

Billy: why didn't you use it to save me from the chickens?:D

Grim: because, Billy:) I don't like you:)

in ep Dream a Little Dream (even in a dream), and ep Happy Huggy Stuffy Bears, we saw that he can use his scythe for actual cutting, reaping, and not just for magic, but still, he often pretends that his scythe is useless with various excuses.

in ep Fear and Loathing in Endsville, his scythe's battery is empty.

in ep Billy & Mandy Save Christmas, his scythe is frozen because of the cold.

in ep Billy & Mandy's Jacked-Up Halloween, it is stated by Billy that, his head, indeed, can be taken off, but Jack also states that his head remains off when it is taken off with the Grim Reaper's scythe, indicating that he could, indeed, die. but, in ep The Incredible Shrinking Mandy, Billy just cuts his head off by accident, and Grim just makes his skull hop back to his body.

in other instances, like in ep Wild Parts, he seems to have a hard time getting his skull back to his body, yet in ep The Incredible Shrinking Mandy, he does it with ease.

in ep Grim vs. Mom, after he was beaten up by Gladys, he needs help from B&M to reassamble his body from his bones, but in Big Boogey Adventure, it is revelaed that he can disassamble and reassamble himself anytime he wants.

ep Billy and Mandy Moon the Moon.

Grim: alright, enough of dis! by da power of da underworld, I have da power

Mandy: six seconds to live, and now you decide to act?!

Grim: what can I say?:) I love da drama:)

has superiors?

being the Grim Reaper with unlimited supernatural power must be restrained, and that's why the Underworld Court and Father Time exists. or, are they?

in ep Jeffy's Web, he summoned Jeff's life-timer hourglass out of thin air, and added life-sand into it, also out of thin air; despite life-sand described in ep The Halls of Time as something manufactured there, supervised by Father Time and, that the hourglasses are stored there, are just accessible from there and Grim had to rush back to there in that episode… is he playing with us

can't harm Billy and Mandy in any way?

he can't harm B&M in any way, stated in ep Hurter Monkey / The Incredible Shrinking Mandy / etc., but, maybe he just doesn't want to.

in ep The Really Odd Couple, they seem to be taking him a bit more seriously than usual when he loses his temper. maybe they know when he's serious?

in ep Terror of the Back Knight, he gets the chance to take off Billy for good as Billy himself challenged him to a duel, so it would be a fair opportunity to just take his head off. instead, he just plays with him dramatically, having fun. "it's overr, IT'S OVERRR~ ohh, it's over? xD"

he was just punching Billy with Billy's ripped off arms in ep Sickly Sweet and,

he even punched his nose off with his own bony hand in ep My Fair Mandy.

has to obey Billy and Mandy at all costs?

"Grim. you know what happens when you say don't, won't or can't to me." –Mandy

he seems to obey them against his will, but still, he can't be coerced when he really doesn't want to do something.

in ep Chicken Ball Z, Mandy asks him to give him powers with which she can win the karate tournament, he straight-up refuses, and Mandy has to look for other ways.

can't leave Billy and Mandy for good?

he has several chances to leave them, but he doesn't take any of it.

in ep Fiend is Like Friend Without the "R", Nergal kidnaps B&M, hence he can be free. at first, he seems to take on the chance gladly, but his non-existing heart softens when seeing Billy's drawings of him, so he goes back to save them.

the scenario reoccurs in ep Circus of Fear where Dr. Fear kidnaps them to be the human attractions to his circus: this time, for saving them, he gets the nudge from Gladys, to which he doesn't even have to obey: he is best friends forever with B&M, not Gladys; despite this, he goes.

in ep Scythe 2.0 is after B&M and, this time, being with them for so long, Grim doesn't even need a reminder to act: the moment he gets the call from Scythe 2.0 that she will take the kids' heads, he gets worried; then he saves them on his own.

in ep Test of Time, it is revealed that he has a remote control which can rewind time so, why didn't he just rewind before he lost or, even accepted the bet to B&M?

in ep Billy Gets an 'A', it is revealed that he can go back in time even with his scythe, and he does so with Mandy, even going as far as trying to prevent Billy's birth O.O but… he didn't think of this before. it hasn't occurred to him before, and later on, he doesn't seem to even consider it.

exemption: in ep Wishbones, he has a chance to wish for freedom, but he doesn't, as wishes always backfire. but, in the end credits, we can see that he did try it, but, his wish, indeed, backfired.

in ep Billy and Mandy vs. the Martians, he gets a chance, again, to get away, but still, Billy convinces him to stay. after his speech, he feels bad, and goes on to save Mandy from the zombies. (ohh, not because of her! of course not! he plays the tsundere.)

my theory

honestly, Grim is just playing. he's an immortal being, who is bored, and he doesn't have to prove anything. he's not a fool, he's fooling around. and he's not bound to Billy and Mandy solely by just his given word. he really is their friend.

thank you.

#gaobam #theory #headcanon #The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy #Billy and Mandy #list

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mccraecook99 · 7 months

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Baby Ducks vs. CN's Trio of Depraved Ducks.

Drew this back in 2022 during CN's 30th Anniversary.

Since before Regular Show gave us a cool bunch of baby ducks who befriend and sometimes help Mordecai and Rigby,three of CN's most iconic shows,Dexter's Laboratory,Courage The Cowardly Dog,and The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy,had managed to give us three of the most despicable,dastardly,and most depraved ducklings in CN history:Quackor the Fowl(AKA Ducky),Mandark's pet duck from the Dexter's Laboratory episode of the same name,The Precious,Wonderful,Adorable,Lovable Duckling from the Courage episode of the same name,and the Invisible Duck that tends mess with people and gets them in trouble by making farting noises by blowing a raspberry from the Billy and Mandy episode,Duck!

I think it would be fun since I decided to do a colorful drawing featuring the Baby Ducks from Regular Show facing off against the three worst,notorious ducks,ready to fight them in a epic battle.

#cartoonnetwork #dexters laboratory #the grim adventures of billy and mandy #regularshow #couragethrcowardlydog

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super-hero-confessions · 8 months

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Hades from Totally Spies, Mandy from Hercules, and Darkseid from DC are my favorite bad guys. The Lord of the Dead is a hilarious yet threatening snarker with an excellent performer, the Asian mean girl has the best comebacks and her two-dimensionality makes her ripe for “Fanfic Fuel” (no not “Fetish Fuel” you pervs), and Apokolips’ ruler is all the more terrifying when you consider what he represents and how it has resurfaced in our current society. Sure Hades does not represent the original myths at all*, Mandy’s voice might be a little weird, and Darkseid has definitely been overexposed but at least those villains haven't been retconned to death (Xehanort), shoehorned when they didn’t need to be there (Adam Taurus), written as “crazy” to justify lazy writing (DCEU Lex Luthor, Joker), suddenly written as “crazy” out of nowhere (Azula), pathetic (that one guy from LOK who i can’t remember the name), barely show up or are involved with the main story at all (MCU Thanos, and from what was seen so far, MCU Kang), not given enough chance to shine due to being a twist villain (most Disney antagonists nowadays), a tired evil Superman cliche, outright contradict the culture of the work (The “Devil” character in LOK even though it’s supposed to be a Asian world, NOT based on Christianity), unintentionally more sympathetic than the “heroes” (Magneto), incredibly inconsistent due to writers unable to make their minds up on how to write the character (Freddy Krueger and Mystique*). etc. And it doesn’t matter that LOK had good villains, that show was still ******* awful. * Then again, “staying true to the myths” is how we got that horrible version of Wonder Woman’s Amazon family in the New 52, so is that really a good idea now? *No seriously Marvel, WTF is with Mystique in the comics? Is she really good deep within? Is she the most evil mutant ever? In her solo series, she’s in tears about having to sacrifice a child (though someone beats her to it), when one comic said she couldn’t give two shits about throwing Nightcrawler down a cliff and if memory serves the panel even showed her flashing an evil grin (at least the 90s animated series made it clear Mystique felt guilty over it). And apparently a new story revealed that she instead tied him to a log and sensed him down a stream, so oh wait she didn’t really throw Nightcrawler down a cliff? Or something like that. Also in that solo series she seems to really care about mutants whereas other writers say she’s only in it for herself. In fact, Mystique in her solo title seemed to be a very chill anti-hero overall, never doing anything truly twisted. Even when she’s doing bad **** the writers can’t make up their mind on her personality. Her trying to assassinate Senator Kelly and sacrifice a newborn was bad but at least she still was trying to save her dying daughter and wasn’t actively “malicious”; and Senator Kelly was an bigoted ******* so, meanwhile she’s written in other books as a utterly sadistic assshat who killed Carol Danver’s lover while impersonating her for some reason and in Bendis’ run she’s an unapologetic asshole who put Dazzler in a coma and framed to X-men for a crime spree she pulled with Sabretooth and that other villain. And what the duck is with everything she pulled in Jason Aaron’s run? Her relationship with her kids is also all kinds of “do whatever”. Again does she truly love Nightcrawler and Rogue and would give her life for them (as the 90s animated version did one time) or does she see them as tools to be used and is not afraid to maim or kill them? Claremont’s run probably wrote her as a loving mom yet in a later X-Men comic she freakin stabbed Rogue! Even the sympathetic solo series points this out! For gods sake Marvel, I don’t care if she’s good or evil JUST PICK ONE SINGLE VISION FOR THE CHARACTER AND BE DONE WITH IT. Mystique has like 5 or more different characters just crammed in there and it’s such an exhausting mess. Kind of like Xehanort really.

#confession #villains

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smolfangirl · 1 year

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The German commentator just said "Ah, there it is, our old neglected friend... [dramatic pause in which I was trying to figure out where the fuck this is going] the wind machine"

#eurovision #esc 2023 #mandy gives no ducks

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thebreakfastgenie · 10 months

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☔️ :)

Thank you, anon! :D

I know I have talked about this before but I wanted to do it properly. It's a Sam/Josh West Wing AU. It's set a few years before the show, so mid 1990s.

Josh is a freshman congressman from Connecticut. He was a staffer in DC who went home for a while when his father got sick, and got invested in the local congressional race, which was a mess due to the planned Democratic candidate imploding in a scandal and the Republicans choosing a well-liked moderate. Obsessed with winning the race and unable to find a candidate, Josh ended up running himself and narrowly winning. Josh is also gay (normally I prefer bi Josh, but gay works better for this story and it's an AU) and deeply in the closet, although his family knows and are fine with it (he's a surviving sibling, after all). I haven't decided yet if his father is still alive at the time of the story. Josh also mentions later that he stopped working for Earl Brennan (someone he worked for before Hoynes in canon) because of homophobia, and it's implied the homophobia he encountered in DC may be part of the reason he went home to help his father out.

Sam is a gay rights activist/grassroots lobbyist with his own firm that consists of him and one other employee. Sam was a rising star lawyer in New York, close to making partner at Gage-Whitney. The partners knew he was gay and tolerated it, but weren't happy about his pro bono work representing people with AIDS that got him gradually more involved with activism. After being pressured to leave, he moved to DC for a fresh start, and started his firm. Sam is on good terms with Lisa, his ex-girlfriend who he broke up with when he realized he was gay, but they keep some distance because her coworkers are not very accepting and she wants to protect her career.

Working for Sam is Laurie, a woman putting herself through law school working as a call girl. Sam frequently laments not being able to pay her enough, but she's okay with it. She got involved in AIDS activism through sex work and then gay rights activism more generally.

Working for Josh is Donna, an assistant who is the most competent person in his congressional office and effectively running the place. He eventually figures this out and gives her a promotion.

Toward the beginning of the story, Josh's recent ex-girlfriend, PR executive Mandy, shows up at his apartment in DC looking for a place to stay. Josh suggests she's trying to make his colleague Lloyd Russell jealous and that she's wasting her time, but Mandy insists she just needs a place to crash. She tells Josh that unlike his other exes, she knows the real reason they broke up, and she'll help him look straight in exchange for a place to stay. Josh relents. Later, when Donna needs a place to stay after a bad breakup, Mandy convinces Josh to let her stay as well, arguing that nothing look straighter than an attractive young assistant sleeping over, and since neither of them are married it's a minor scandal at worst.

Sam is on a mission to pass a gay rights bill. I'm not sure exactly what it is yet; The West Wing is an alternate political universe, but I still want it to be realistic for the 90s, so I need to do some research, but I think it's some kind of anti-discrimination measure, maybe employment or housing discrimination. Sam is looking for members of congress to press for support, and realizes that Josh Lyman has a flawless voting record on gay rights, but never talks about them in public. Sam repeatedly goes to his office and Josh tries to duck his visits, but eventually lets him in. Sam makes a joke about "bringing you out of the closet" during his pitch and from Josh's reaction, he realizes that Josh is gay himself and that's why he's hesitant to talk about gay issues publicly. Sam eventually convinces him to help.

While working together, Sam and Josh begin to fall in love. They sleep together early on while working late, but the next day Sam apologizes and says he doesn't do casual relationships. Josh believes this means Sam isn't interested in pursuing a more serious relationship and is disappointed, but doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to jeopardize their good working relationship and friendship with unrequited feelings. The feelings are very much requited, but Sam didn't think Josh would want to pursue a relationship, partly because he's dumb and partly because he thinks Josh might have understandable concerns about a representative/lobbyist relationship. They work it out by the end but it's kind of a slow burn.

In their quest for co-sponsors, they encounter many characters from the show who were in congress. They get support from Andi Wyatt, and through her meet her husband, Toby. They also hear about the governor of New Hampshire signing a similar state level anti-discrimination law. We will also encounter reporters seen in the show, especially Danny who is friendly with Josh.

Josh eventually chooses to come out publicly, and also chooses not to run for another term in congress, having never wanted to be in the spotlight in the first place, and having now found a successor. They do successfully pass the bill, at least in the House. Its fate in the senate may remain unknown. Toby and Leo McGarry approach Josh about the campaign Jed Bartlet is putting together, and Josh decides to join them, then asks Sam to come to New Hampshire with him. I may have to throw in some third act romcom tension so I can get an AU version of the romcom moment in In the Shadow of Two Gunmen for the ending. Sam and Josh are together and planning to continue their work.

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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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Mr Evershed x Student!reader - run the town

Part 7:

You couldn’t sleep that night, so you spent it at the bar, drinking and just stared at the cameras watching over the town.

“You know you’re like some guardian Angel of this place.”

You titled your head back and smiled at Harry.

“Not the place. The people.”

He nodded and walked over, sitting next to you with his own drink in his hand.

“Are you sure you don’t want us coming with you? We can help?”

“No. No I don’t want you to help. I have to do this alone you know that. You’ll stay here, others will be there purely as precaution don’t worry.”

“You know there’s going to be news coverage of this right? They’re going to be watching.”

“I know.”

“So you know he’s probably going to be watching?”

You nodded your head and looked at Harry.

“Watch over him for me, please? Take care of him and ensure this family treat him with the same respect they would treat me or you.”

“Of course I will, but don’t talk like you’re going to die.”

“Harry.”

“I know..”

He sighed, holding his hand out and you took it, giving it a small squeeze.

“You’ll be okay, it will take time for you to get over this, but you’ll be okay.” You said.

Harry just nodded his head, and you both talked the night away.

Early morning hit, and you went back to your home, standing in front of the large mirror, you looked at yourself.

You decided against the blazer and tie, you settled for a simple silver waistcoat, white shirt and black trousers.

It was simple, but it was nice, it was your favourite combination to wear.

Making your way outside you looked at Bailey and he sighed.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked.

You nodded your head and walked over, placing your hand on his arm.

“Thank you.”

You got in the car, and it was a slow drive to the currently abandoned part of town, and the convoy of black SUVs followed slowly.

A few people stopped what they were doing to look, and hovering above you was a helicopter.

“They act quick..” you mumbled.

For everyone else it was a normal day, going to school, work, hanging out, whatever it is they usually did.

And for Mr Evershed it was no different, he got ready and drove to work like he always did and sat in his office.

You pulled up at the end of the street, and you got out of your car, a sea of smartly dressed people walking down to meet the other group.

And you stopped, just staring at them, and they stared back.

“Hello mum, dad.” You greeted.

“You’re coming home now.” Your dad snapped.

You hummed a little bit, clasping your hands behind your back.

“No I’m not.”

“You’re going to make us do this the hard way again?” Your mum asked.

You shrugged a little.

“Do your worst.” You said lowly.

They both sneered at you and Paul gave you a pleading look, and you shook your head a tiny bit.

“Come on, he’s dead. You’ve got no reason to hang about here playing business.” Your dad scoffed.

“My father entrusted this place to me.”

“He is not your father!” Your parents yelled.

“He is more father to me than you two lowlifes ever will be.” You snarled.

There was a tense silence aside from the helicopter above you all.

“Get them.” Your mum said.

“What?” Paul asked.

She picked up a baseball bat and shoved it into his hands.

“I said, get them.” She growled.

He took an unsure step forward and you started to roll up the sleeves of your shirt, and you looked at your brother.

“I’m sorry..” he whispered.

“Me too…”

He swung the bat and you dodged it easily.

Mr Evershed was going through his emails when the door to his office was slammed open.

“Mandy?”

“You need to see this. Now.”

He nodded and ran after her to the staff room where they had set up a laptop and a projector, and on it was the news. Live.

And on the news?

It was you, dodging your brothers attacks, just ducking under them or stepping back away from them with your hands clasped behind your back.

The watched anxiously as the bat was swung again, and this time it hit your shoulder.

“Oh my god!” Loraine gasped.

Mr Evershed placed a hand on her shoulder and he clenched his jaw.

You brushed off the hit, you hardly felt it.

Paul took another swung and this time you reacted, grabbed the bat by the handle, you swept his feet from under him, and on the way down, you took the bat.

He gasped for air as he laid on the floor.

Pointing the bat at him, you stepped aside and let two of your people take him and sit him on a curb with them.

You turned back to your parents with a bored look.

“If you’re going to try and hurt me at least have the guts to do it yourselves. You never had a problem with it before.”

“Alright you snarky brat.”

Your dad stormed over and you waited for him to get closer.

You knew them, you knew how they attacked, so dodging them was absolutely no issue.

But they both came at you at the same time, and that made it slightly more complicated.

You were knocked to the floor, and gasped for air as the wind was knocked from your lungs, and a kicked landed to your chest making gasp again.

“Give it up.” Your mum sneered.

You pushed yourself up, straightening your waistcoat.

“No.”

Charging at her, you ducked under her arm, and grabbed it, kicking her legs from under her, you pinned her arm behind her back.

She struggled and you pulled it up making her cry out and stop, and you looked at your dad.

“Leave, and never come back.”

“Not a chance.”

You shrugged, pulling her arm up, you heard a pop and she cried, and you pushed her to the ground and looked at him.

Stepping away, you let the rest of their thugs drag her away and you looked at your birth father.

“I am not scared of you anymore.”

“You should be. I’ll have that teacher your so fond of hurt.”

“Try it, he’s very well protected.”

You took your waistcoat off, and tossed it aside as you stared at him.

“Me and you, we finish this now. If I win, you’re to leave and never come back, and leave Paul with me.”

“And if I win?” He asked.

“Do whatever you want to this town, but you’ll have to kill me to every get me to agree to that.”

He smirked, cracking his knuckles.

“You’re just a weak, shouldn’t be an issue.”

Everyone watched anxiously as the pair of your fought, it was a battle of wills, who could bring who down first.

You were both landing hits, and it was hard to tell who had the upper hand.

Everything is Ackley bridge was on hold for fear of what was going to happen.

“I can’t watch this anymore.”

“Martin!” A few people called.

He grabbed his car keys and jumped into his car, he had to put an end to this, he couldn’t watch you fight for everything knowing it would kill you.

It wasn’t hard to find where you were, and he pulled up behind all the cars, and ran towards the people who all moved aside to let him through.

When he got to the front he was held back by a couple of people.

“You can’t go through.”

“They’re going to get hurt or worse!”

“And you’re going to get hurt if you go through, we can’t let them happen. I’m sorry.” Bailey said.

Mr Evershed looked at him then looked at you.

You had a bloody nose, your shirt was covered in blood, you were limping but didn’t even seem to notice or care.

Bringing your hand up, you blocked the punch thrown at you, and grabbed his shirt, pulling him down you grabbed the back of his head and slapped it into your knee before kicking his chest.

“You are a pathetic excuse of a man Arlo. You will never be a man.” You said.

You kicked him again and again until he was on the floor.

“Leave.”

You turned around and began to walk away, picking up your discarded waistcoat, and you saw him charging at you.

Turning around, you felt the pierce of your skin but you didn’t react.

You simply grabbed his hand and pulled it back, and grabbed his shirt, sweeping your foot under his, you threw him into the ground as hard as you could.

There was a loud crack and everything fell silent as you looked down at the man who created you, then to the woman screaming his name.

“Pathetic, using weapons to try and aid you.”

Tossing on your waist coat, you buttoned it up and wiped some of the blood from your mouth.

Taking a deep breath you turned around.

“Take my brother back to the bar, the rest of you escort our guest to the city limits. Bailey take Mr Evershed back to the school.”

“And you?” Bailey asked.

“I have somewhere to be.”

You turned around and walked away, and when you were around the corner you placed a hand on your side, taking a small breath you cursed slightly.

Leaning against the building, you looked at the blood on your hand, and wiped it on your trouser before holding it again as you carried on walking.

Mr Evershed was taken back to the school, and as much as he demanded to go find you to make sure you were okay, they wouldn’t let him.

Everything resumed, like nothing had happened.

And you walked your way to your fathers grave and sat down, leaning against the side of the headstone.

“I am sorry for what I had to do father…” you whispered.

You sighed, resting your head back.

“I trust everything will be taken care off…”

No one knew where you had went, or what had happened to you until a few hours later where rumours were spreading like wildfire.

Mr Evershed was in the middle of an assembly when the doors were thrown open, the reverend, Bailey, Harry and a few others of your family all walked in.

The hall immediately broke out into whispers as Harry, Bailey and the Reverend walked over to the headteacher.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“I was entrusted with this and given the very clear orders it is to be given to you if anything were to happy to (Y/N).”

The Reverend pulled out your fathers ring, and he set it on the podium in front of Mr Evershed.

Harry and Bailey turned around to face the crowd of students and the Reverend stood with his hands clasped in front of him.

“We are aware a few hours ago you all witnessed a fight between our boss and another rival family.” Harry said.

He clenched his jaw and looked at Bailey who nodded.

“After the fight (Y/N) left the area, unknown to us seriously wounded. An hour ago we came across them, and currently as of now they are in surgery there is no word on their condition. We are aware of the rumours and we are addressing them now.”

With that, Bailey turned to Mr Evershed.

“We will update you when we know more. And we will always come tell you more about why you were given that and what it is.”

With that, they all nodded to him and left, leaving the hall in a tense silence and everyone worrying about your safety

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