#leave debbie alone

[littlefankingdom]

I have finally watched Invincible and nobody matters more to me than Debbie Grayson. She is the main character for me. If anything happens to her, I will kill everyone and than myself. She is now my mother and Mark is my lil brother.

Anyway, I don't care that you miss her, STAY AWAY NOLAN.

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

womp womp

[strawglicks]

constant mood for the past month or so

[willosword]

just thought about the prospect of debbie having literally any amount of impact on the talescria arc in the adaptation and had to take a minute to stare at the wall and compose myself

[iandarling]

For the love of GOD

She’s 13 years old in s4!!

13 and he’s 20

Matty was older than Lip and closer to Fiona’s age

(I’m not excusing her raping him in the later season ) but he jesus christ she was a child who had a crush on whom she thought was her boyfriend and friend

Matty told her (on numerous occasions) that they would shave sex when she was older!! He actively encouraged the romantic aspect of their “friendship” further confusing her when he kept insinuating they were “just friends”. He let her sleep in his bed many times, he drove her to school, he held her hand and told her they could “try again when she’s older”

He called her his girlfriend

He groomed her

You can dislike a character and their actions without being inherently misogynistic

She has been exposed to sex from way too young an age with no actual sex ed (she didn’t even have the basic understanding of how erections work)

She became friends with Holly (her first lesbian experience in my professional queer opinion) and was introduced to and expected to be sexually active at 13 years old

Debbie was sexually assaulted in public when she was only 12

Debbie had revenge porn spread around online of her after Mattys gf wanted revenge and paid another child to trick debbie into taking her top off in school where people watched and laughed and filmed the event

After this, Matty said he broke up with her because “debbie is the child and she’s the adult who should’ve known better”

After saying this, after acknowledging that he’s also an adult and should know better, Matty said he would take Debbie to the school dance

Debbie believed she had a boyfriend and friend in Matty

Matty groomed Debbie

[spencereidluver]

O is for On You

READ PART 1 HERE

january 01, 2009

summary:  You and Spencer celebrate your first new years together with the girls at Penelope's apartment, then go back to his to celebrate alone.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: honestly, this is just smut. sub!spence, reader is pretty bold, Spencer does in fact have a praise kink. unprotected sex (don’t try this at home) creampie (leave that to lil debbie) oral, spencer eats reader out after he yk in the yk (baby boy is freaky)

warnings: smut. sub!spence, reader is pretty bold, Spencer does in fact have a praise kink. unprotected sex (don’t try this at home) creampie (leave that to lil debbie) oral, spencer eats reader out after he yk in the yk (baby boy is freaky)

Spencer had no more than entered his apartment before his lips were back onto yours. His movements were rushed and desperate, unable to wait any longer. “Y/n,” he says, voice rushed and crackly, “I- I need you.” He’s begging, it’s undeniable. 

You softly shush him, before you whisper a quiet, “I know.” His knees are weak, his stance wobbly as he hovers his lips just off yours. You grab his waist gently, beginning to pull him with you as you walk backwards into his bedroom.

As soon as he’s passed the doorway he begins shedding his clothes. He loosens his  tie, pulls it over his head, and drops it to the floor, a difference from his typical neatness. He kicks off his shoes as his fingers work at the buttons of his shirt but are interrupted by yours. You take over for him, finishing the final few buttons. He shrugs the shirt off and it joins in the pile of clothing on the ground. 

You inch your body closer to his, hands cupping his face as you smile up at him. His gaze was tender, a look mixed with admiration and a tinge of longing. “Wanna untie my corset?” you ask.

He gulps, Adam's apple bobbing before he uses his hands on your waist to turn you around. He slowly pulls at the string draping from the bow on the back of your corset he’d fastened for you earlier. His fingers tremble, but his touch is still delicate. Each loosening of the strings puts ease on your breath and comfort in your stance.

He pauses as he reaches the final cross section of ribbon, fingers lingering on the fabric. He leans down close to you, softly brushing his lips against your shoulder. Though light, the intimate contact is enough to send a shiver down your spine. He finally unhooks the last section and pulls the now-loosened fabric off over your head. One hand meets your waist as he steps back to gaze at your unconstricted figure. His breath hitches in his throat as he tries to speak.

“Y-y/n,” he stutters your name, “c-can I ask you something?” His fingers dig into your waist. 

“Of course, baby,” you say as you slowly inch closer to him. 

He pulls you in the rest of the way, his body pressing into yours so desperately. He toys with the fabric of your dress. “Can you um…” his eyes search yours while a shy giggle escapes his lips. “Can you maybe keep the dress on while we…” He looks down at his feet embarrassed. 

You smile at him. “You want to fuck me in the dress, Spencer?” You ask him despite knowing that is what he was attempting to ask. 

“Y-Yeah,” he grips tightly on your waist, almost mimicking the feeling from the corset, “if that’s alright w-with you. It just looks so pretty on you.” He tilts his head back to get a look at you. 

You can’t stop smiling at him. Bringing your arms up from your side to his hips, you push him onto the edge of the bed. He sits, looking up at you as you practically launch yourself onto him. He lets out a surprised sound, not expecting to have been pounced on. You straddle his waist, grinding your hips so slightly against him. He moans loudly into your mouth at the friction and pushes you down onto him. 

“G-god Y/n,” he whines into your mouth. He pushes you impossibly closer into him, his hardness pressing firmly between your thighs under your dress. His kisses trail from your lips down to your neck, nuzzling his nose into your collarbone. “P-please.”

You tangle your fingers into the back of his hair. “Please what, baby?” You whisper.

“I can’t wait. I need you.”

You grind your hips down into him, using your soft grip on his hair to pull his head to face you. His mouth is agape as he looks up at you, eyes filled with a drunken mixture of love and lust. He’s not drunk, but there's not a thought in his head aside from you. If anything, he’s drunk on you. 

He ruts up into you, small whimpers leaving his lips. You smile as you take in just how perfect he looks like this, and only you get to see him like this. You run your thumb along his bottom lip before crashing your lips onto his feverishly. 

You allow him to enjoy the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away, causing him to pout at the break of contact. You cup his cheek, giving it two playful pats. “You were patient all night,” you say as you stand up, hand still holding his face. He whines at the sudden loss of pressure to his crotch. “What do you want, baby?” you ask.

“Y-you,” he says, reaching his arms out to your waist, attempting to pull you back toward him, but you won’t let him. 

You bring your fingers down his cheek, tracing an outline around his swollen lips. “I know that,” you say, “tell me what you want though. Use your words.”

His breath is shaky, the sweet tone and guidance in your voice making him weak. “I- I want you to r-ride me.” His face turns bright red as the words fall past his lips. He tries to hide his face in his shoulder, but you keep his face up by holding his chin. 

You lean in and plant a firm kiss on his lips. “Good boy,” you praise. 

The sound that left his mouth was straight out of a porno. You had to look down between his legs to make sure he didn’t cum right then. You knew Spencer loved when you praised him, but you were not expecting that reaction from those words. 

“Did you like that, baby?” you ask, smiling at him as he was just so adorable. 

He nodded so quickly back at you. 

“Lay down for me,” you say, motioning toward the pillows on the bed. Spencer begins to oblige, but you stop him with a hand just under his bare navel. You comb your hand down his lower stomach achingly slow, hooking your fingers on his belt. “Take all this off too.” 

He takes his belt and slacks off as you work to remove your shoes. He’s settled in bed once you're done, having taken his boxers off as well. He’s lying there completely naked for you, cock already a dark red and glistening against his abdomen. You slide your underwear off, eyes never once leaving Spencer’s.

You climb onto the bed, positioning yourself between his legs which were spread perfectly for you to fit between. You carefully lift his cock upright, taking him into your mouth as deep as you can. A long, disjointed moan echoes from him, his hands immediately pulling your hair into a make-shift ponytail. You move your mouth up and down him slowly, only a few repetitions taking place before he’s stopped you. 

“I-I can’t. Please,” his voice is high pitch and whiny. 

“Please what, Spence?” you ask, pumping your hand up his cock once, causing it to pulse aggressively in your grasp and his mouth to fall even further open. 

“P-please fuck me,” he whispers, rutting into your hand. You pull your hand up him one more time, letting your thumb press on the wet, swollen head. He wines as beads of precum leave his tip, the subtle feeling still so good to cause his eyes to roll just slightly back in his head. 

You crawl from between his legs to his waist, hovering over where he wants you the most. His hands find your waist, rubbing up and down your torso. Your hand reaches behind you, leading his cock to your entrance. Lining him up to you, you slowly sink onto him. You gnaw at your bottom lip as he stretches you out, not having had any preparation. It is a fairly painful sensation, yet the pain is welcome to you. He gently pushes you down by your waist, helping you to be filled by him, yet still cautious as to not hurt you. 

He finally bottoms out inside you, and as the burning subsides, you begin to make small figure eights with your hips. He uses his grip on your waist to pull you into him, stretching to reach your lips with his. His moans are stifled by the kiss, but he still sounds so beautiful. 

You use your knees as leverage as you shift to allow yourself to bounce up and down on him, your lips still attached to his. “You sound so pretty, Spence,” you say between breaths, his moans more apparent. 

“P-please,” he begs. He’s begging for nothing. His hips begin to buck into you involuntarily, but you don’t stop him. You can tell by the switch in his breathing and velocity of his whimpers and whines he isn’t going to last much longer, and you want him to enjoy himself. After all, he was a good boy tonight.

“Fuck, Spence,” you moan into his mouth. “You’re such a good boy for me.”

His eyes go wide and hips begin to stutter as you speak. He’s struggling to thrust into you now. He’s close.

“Do you wanna cum?” you ask him.

He nods quickly. “Yes, fuck. Yes please,” now he’s begging for something.

You lean back away from the kiss, looking down at him and giving him a cheeky smirk. “Not yet.” He whines below you, almost looking betrayed. “Sit up, honey.”

He does what you ask, sitting up without pulling out of you. The shift of position causes the both of you to gasp, a different feeling being evoked between you. You begin to lean back, trying to pull him down with you. 

“C’mon, come here, baby,” you say as his body falls over you. He begins to thrust into you, now having control of the speed and depth in which he fucks you.

“G-god, I’m so close y/n,” he whines, hips still stuttering into you. 

“You can cum, baby,” you say, “been so good for me.” He’s shaking at your praise, you can sense he’s trying to hold it. “Don’t hold back for me baby.” You rub your nails down his smooth back. 

He grunts as he thrusts into you. “Wanna-” he gasps, “wanna make you c-cum too,” he chokes out. He’s so close to his edge every part of him is shaking. ]

“It’s okay, baby,” you assure him, “I just want you to feel good.”

That’s all he needs to topple over. He thrusts shallowly as he fills you with his warmth, whimpers falling past his lips into the nape of your neck. His breath is hot against your skin, adding to all the other sensations you’re feeling. 

He gives you a few more weak thrusts as he comes down, finally pulling out and falling limp on top of you. You feel his cum drip out of you, a strange yet erotic feeling. He rests on you for no more than a minute before hiking himself up on his elbows above you.

He looks in your eyes, bringing a hand up to move the hair away from your face. “I wanna make you cum now,” he says somehow innocently. 

You smile at him, “you don’t have to, baby, it’s okay, really.” 

“No, I want to. I want you to show me how.”

Spencer had never done more than finger you during foreplay, never having you finish from that alone. But you knew he didn’t need much ‘showing.’ 

“Okay baby, go for it.” You encourage him, taking his chin in your hands and kissing him. 

He settles down between your thighs, hiking your dress up around your waist to allow for better access. He wastes no time in inserting two fingers into you, no hesitation from your body as you’d already been stretched out by him. His cum is still warm in you, acting as a secondary lubricant, only making the sounds and speed at which his fingers can pump into you more erotic. 

Spencer knows to curl his fingers, something you taught him the first time, and he uses this to his advantage. He slips a third finger inside of you, curling his middle and ring finger while letting his ring finger go into you at full length. He uses his thumb to press firmly on your clit, a much much needed addition. You grind your hips into his hand as you feel your high already approaching.

“Fuck, Spence,” you moan, tugging slightly on his hair. “I’m close.”

His thumb halts its movements. His fingers continue moving in and out of you, and without warning, you feel his tongue press onto your clit. You involuntarily squeeze his face with your thighs, and you can hear him giggle into you. 

“Is this okay?” he asks, not halting his finger’s movements at all and barely having taken his mouth off you. 

“Yes,” you practically scream. “Oh my god, yes, Spencer.” You use your grip on his hair to push his face into you. He sucks gently on you as his fingers still are working inside you. 

You begin to feel the tightness in your stomach, knowing you were about to come loose. You buck your hips, which only makes Spencer lick and suck harder on you, which is just what you needed to be pushed over the edge.

“Oh my god, Spencer.” You moan. He feels you clench around his fingers, knowing this means you are cumming.

He hums into you, the vibrations making your hips buck like crazy into his face. He slows his fingers as he feels you begin to come down, licking circles around your clit. Once he’s satisfied you’ve finished, he returns to hover above you.

He looks down into your eyes. His hair is sweaty against his forehead, cheeks red and hot, and oh my god his lips and chin are absolutely soaked with a mixture of you and him. Just the sight is so… god. 

You bring your hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down to you. You kiss him with passion, open mouthed, wanting to taste yourself and him. “God, you…” you can’t even find the words to say. He’s staring at you with a goofy grin on his face, clearly proud of himself. “I fucking love you, Spencer.” 

“I love you,” he smiles. “And that dress.”

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next chapter: P is for Perfect

other parts: Spencer Reid A-Z Masterlist

view the masterlist in a calendar version! 

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a/n: this part took foreverrrrr oh my god. i just could not write spencer in a way i liked, but i fear if i proofread this one more time i’ll delete the whole thing again. i just need to post this part lmao surely someone will enjoy it. also, i will never use the word “panties.” i hate that word with every fiber of my being. #certifiedunderweargirl

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[leclerclov3]

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masterlist | part 1 | part 2

✰ Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

✰ Warning: /

✰ Face claim: /

✰ Summary: in which they finally get to actually see them

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hey everyone sorry for not updating lately exam season and the holidays really took up my time but i hope you enjoyed this last part, but i can make some snippets if you guys want <3

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[m4ndysk4nkovich]

one of my edits of debbie got 18.7k views and i was all 😊😊 about it but now the wrong side of the fandom is starting to see it noooo…

[masonmontz]

hello :) it’s been a while, uh? i just wrote that this morning bc i’m working on some big fics and i still haven’t finished them

smut (blowjob) word count: 1,6k

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“I'm exhausted, I wish I could sleep in our bed in Manchester right now” Mason grumbled as he turned off the car in front of his parents' house.

“Tomorrow we'll go back, dear, and you know your mother will be happy with you here” You spoke and leaned towards Mason to kiss him, bringing your hand to his neck to hold him against you.

Mason was doing a lot of things during the day while he was in London, he had meetings with some brands in the morning, lunch with Declan, in the afternoon he had a photo shoot and now he still has dinner at Debbie's house. Even speaking has become a difficult task, because it requires a lot of effort.

Mason moaned as you kissed his neck and you smiled, then realized that it was one of those days that Mason would be completely surrendered to you.

“Please, let's go in or we'll have to leave” he said.

Debbie opened the door smiling, hugging Mason for almost a minute while telling him how handsome he was and that she had missed him. Even as an adult, Mason is still the baby of the family and it is hilarious.

“Y/N, I missed you too sweetheart. Wow, you are so beautiful” you smiled as you hugged her, ‘cause Debbie was just as special and important to you as the rest of Mason's family.

“We missed you too, Mason and I were alone in that huge city.”

Everyone was already there, Lewis and his boyfriend, Jaz with the children, and as always only Stacey was not present because she was on the other side of the world.

Mason was quickly sitting on the floor coloring with Summer and Mila, who was now able to say a few words and communicate. Summer played an excellent big sister.

Debbie had prepared lasagna for dinner and soon you were all eating, Mason sat in the last place at the table against the wall and you sat next to him, and he stayed away cause he was tired and didn't want to talk too much during dinner.

“Y/n, do you already know if you'll be able to travel with us next month?” Jaz asked, because it was her birthday and she was organizing a girls' trip, and even Stacey was coming.

“Yes, I'm looking forward to getting to know Spain.” Mason was quiet beside you and you looked at him, and he just gave you a tired smile.

You placed your hand on his leg, stroking it lightly, a way to comfort Mason, just like he did with you.

“Oh, I think we're going to see some beautiful beaches, I'm really excited. I'm also excited for Sam to take care of the girls on his own.”

Jaz looked at her husband who shrugged, still a little scared about taking care of Summer and Mila alone.

You still had your hand on Mason's leg, and when you realized, Mason took his hand under the table and pulled your hand towards his crotch slowly. You were taking a sip of wine and almost drowned, but you tried to hide it.

Mason was tired, but you didn't know he was so needy after an exhausting day. You slowly slid your hand down his cock, trying not to let anyone notice, and Mason leaned against the table, taking advantage of the fact that no one was talking to him.

Mason was getting hard, so you quickly took your hand away from him and volunteered to help Debbie clear the table. Mason sighed, sitting for a few more minutes after Tony called him into the living room for them to talk.

“Mom, I'm going to lie down for a bit, I'm tired and I'm not feeling well” he said and Debbie agreed, so Mason quickly left the kitchen so no one would see anything.

Fifteen minutes later you told Debbie that you were going to check on Mason to see if everything was okay, so you quickly walked upstairs to the last room in the hallway which is Mason's old room.

You walked in and Mason was lying on his stomach, you closed the door without locking it and approached him, who opened his eyes and looked at you.

“You good, babe?” You asked and sat on the edge of the bed, then Mason turned around and you almost whistled when you saw the bulge in his pants. “Wow, you pervert, your whole family is here.”

“I've tried thinking of the weirdest things possible and it just hurts more” he complained, bringing his hand to his own cock and stroking it through the fabric. Poor boy, so needy and hard.

You licked your lips as you watched Mason trying to relieve himself, feeling your own body heat up as you realized how sore he must be and how much he needed relief.

“Do you want help, dear?” You asked and brought your hand to Mason's, stroking his cock along with his hand that began to make quick movements because he desperately wanted to cum.

“Please” Mason groaned, and then he opened the button and zipper of his pants, and you managed to put your hand inside to feel his cock, hard as a rock. “I'm so hard and I don't have the strength to fuck you today, love.”

“Shh, I'll take care of you.”

You knelt on the floor and Mason sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed as you pulled his pants and underwear down, but didn't take them off. He didn't even bother to take off the white shirt he was wearing.

Your mouth watered when you saw his pink cock dripping, with the veins pulsing. It was truly a sight that would keep anyone awake at night.

Mason brought his hand back down to his cock and jerked off hard, and you just pulled away quickly to tie your hair into a messy ponytail before pushing his hand away.

“Let me do this” you whispered and Mason closed his eyes, supporting himself on the bed with his elbows while you contoured his cock with your hands and moved it up and down slowly. “So needy, baby.”

“Please I need to cum, Y/n” he whispered in despair, his breathing quickening.

You brought your mouth close to his cock and licked it from the base to the top. Mason threw his head back, biting his lips to keep from moaning.

His cock throbbed once more and you finally took it into your mouth, and then used one hand to push Mason back against the mattress so he could just relax.

You made quick movements with your mouth and used your hand to masturbate what didn't fit in your mouth, and in a few seconds Mason was already restless and desperate.

“Oh… Oh my God.”

Mason lifted his head to look at you once more, and your gaze met his for a few seconds before he closed his eyes again and let his head fall back onto the mattress. Mason wouldn't last long and you knew it, which was great because someone could arrive at any moment.

You made quick movements with your mouth and sometimes you just left licks all over the length, blew on the wet tip or licked his balls, which was when Mason moaned against his own arm so as not to make noise.

“Good?” you asked and Mason just moaned in response, then when he started pressing his hips up you knew he was going to cum, because his movements became desperate.

“Please, Y/N, I’m going to cum” he put his hand over his mouth to keep from moaning, and then you brought your hand down to the base of his cock again and made quick movements. Mason contracted his abdomen and you felt his cock throb in your mouth before feeling the liquid hit your throat.

You took his cock out of your mouth but didn't stop your movements as Mason came, and he came a little in your mouth and a little on his belly when he pulled his shirt back so it wouldn't get dirty.

Mason was breathing heavily as he was still cumming, and you didn't think he had cum this much in all the times you had sex.

“Feeling better?” You asked and got up, throwing yourself next to him on the bed, his eyes closed and a small smile on his face.

“Thank you for helping me, love” he mumbled and you ran your fingers over his stomach, feeling him squirm, then you took the fingers with his cum to your mouth and then leaned in to kiss him.

“You don't have the strength to fuck me but I hope you have the strength for me to sit on your face because I'm so horny right now I feel like I'm going to explode.”

“We can do that when we get to my flat.”

You helped Mason clean himself with a wet wipe that was in the room, probably because of the kids, and he quickly put his clothes back on and continued lying down. You sat next to him and leaned in to kiss him once more.

“Y/n? Mason?” your eyes widened when you heard Debbie call you and open the bedroom door that you forgot to lock when you entered. “Hey, are you feeling better darling?”

“Yes mom, I'm better. Y/N and I are going down soon” he replied as you avoided looking at Debbie out of embarrassment.

She nodded and closed the door again, and you and Mason looked at each other and started laughing when you realized anyone could have walked in.

“Oh my God, that was close” you said and Mason agreed, laughing with you.

“Imagine if she had come sooner, we would be screwed.”

“Shall we go?”

“Yes honey, we still have a session for you to sit on my face at home.”

[ryantryinx]

Mickey is bad at relying on people. The only person he’s ever been able to rely on has been Ian.Though since marrying the redhead he’s had to learn to rely on the Gallagher clan.

Ian being in a low slump is never easy, especially when the two of them own their own business. Mickey wants to stay home with his husband, and take care of him but after the 3rd day they couldn’t afford for both of them to not be making runs.

He hesitates making a message in the ‘ family group chat ‘. Hates putting his husband’s mental health on blast due to the way things were when he was first diagnosed. Though he didn’t have alot of choice. It wasn’t smart to leave Ian alone for 8+ hours a day in the kind of low he was currently in. Mickey knew too his thoughts would be stuck with him thru the day too. Finally managing to put the message in chat.

Mickey:*Hey, anyone able to sit with Ian at home tomorrow? Even for a bit, he’s stuck in bed. *

Immediately having regrets about the message sent thinking everyone had their own shit to deal with. Though quickly messages filed in behind.

Lip: *I can stop by for a few hours in the middle of the day with Fred.*

Debbie: *Could swing by after dropping Franny at school.*

Liam: *I can come by after school.*

Mickey chewed on the inside of his cheek reading the fast replies. It made him happy to know that he could rely on them when it came to Ian.

[aza-writes]

Morning Affirmations

Lip Gallagher x female!reader

Requested: no

Summary: Lip walks in on his girlfriend singing to the younger kids while she gets them ready for the day. Takes place in season 4 after Liam gets home from the hospital

Warnings: few curse words, mentions of drug use (Fiona in jail) but overall, it’s just tons of FLUFF

A/N: inspired by “I love my body” by @mothermoon on TikTok. Might rewrite something similar for dad!lip, lmk what you think. Got bored before lab and wrote this

The floorboards creaked under every step Lip took to get down to the kitchen. He wasn’t too concerned with anything too wrapped up in his mind until two sweet voices pull him out.

“I love my body from my…” 

“Head to my toes.” 

Liam’s voice was hard to hear, even in the quietness of the unusually empty Gallagher house. Everyone was already at school or wherever they ran off to today—leaving Lip home alone to take care of some things. 

Liam has only been home from the hospital for two days, leaving Lip and the rest of the family still scrambling without Fiona running the show. Lip had school off today, some random college holiday that didn’t make sense for a lot of people, but they took it anyway. 

Lip had been out of bed since 5 that morning, unsure if it was considered a late night or an early morning due to the fact he hadn’t slept for more than a few hours the night before. His mind was going a million miles an hour, mixed with him worrying himself sick about Liam and going to check on him every thirty minutes. Every time he would get up from his bed, y/n would sit up, too. Her concerned look was always dismissed with a quick “go back to sleep” or “I’ll be back soon” from Lip. The “soon” in question was around five to ten minutes of Lip just sitting in front of Liam’s bed, watching his chest rise and fall. 

Y/n stayed up and waited for Lip the first few times, but soon enough her eyes got too heavy for her to ignore. Even with the extra sleep, caffeine would be her best friend today. 

Lip’s mind was still groggy as he trudged down the stairs, stress and sleep deprivation felt like chains were strapped to the back of his ankles. He barely made out the words y/n and Liam were exchanging. 

“I love my face…” She lingered for a second, allowing Liam to think about the next verse. She smiles and continued on. “My-” 

“Eyes, my mouth my nose.” Lip could help but smile at the sight of Liam touching every body part mentioned. He clearly knew this song, yet Lip couldn’t think of any of the words. When ever you would sing it to one of his younger siblings, all he could do was hear your voice. The kindergarten-teacher-like tone was enough for him to abandon all of his thoughts and focus on you. 

“I like the way I look when I look in the mirror.” Liam didn’t have to wait for y/n this time, he sang it with her. Their voices both were quiet, almost scared to wake anyone up, but the house stayed quiet. It was just those three in that house, the outside world didn’t matter. 

“I stand a little closer just to see a little clearer.” Both of their smiles were beaming. Liam giggling at y/n’s little tickles all over his belly and neck. Lip’s grew too. Y/n was so amazing with the kids, Lip could’ve sworn it as always been this way. Y/n and Lip, Lip and y/n. They belonged together. 

Everyone in his family loved her. Carl made her a gift out of melted spoons and forks, Debbie demands they have a girls day at least once a month. Shit, even Frank called her “one of the good ones.” Technically it was after she downed a shot of vodka without even wincing, but he still liked her non the less. 

Y/n turns around smiling, it only growing when she finally sees Lip. 

“Good morning babe.” 

“Morning babe!” Liam repeats immediatly, causing Lip and y/n to giggle with him. 

Lip pours two cups of coffe before heading to the kitchen table. “Good morning to you.” He sets the coffe right in front of y/n while kissing her cheek. He carefully set his down too and kissed Liams cheek. “Good morning little man.” 

[arieswritez]

glad you and this account exist, I feel like there’s a lack of Mark lovers lmao! but omg I can’t stop thinking about him, I feel feral but for the purpose of discussion I have to ask: what do you think his d!ck would look like?

cw; scummy bf!mark x gn!reader, abusive relationships (physical & emotional), angst, stalking, spying, harassment, manipulation, gaslighting.

a/n; i am super late but mark would have tHEE prettiest dick ever !! & i'll prove it!!!! in fact, his dick is SO pretty you'd let him do heinous things if it meant having it in your mouth teehee 🫶🏾🫶🏾 (& because i am not normal: i went on a tangent .. ik ik you didn't ask for this.. lemme alone!!! )

bf! mark who you always wanted to give the benefit of the doubt to. who'd always hide his snide comments under a playful half smile and the guise of it being "just a joke".

bf!mark who'd tell you not to worry about his relationships with other people. who'd say you were just being insecure and that he didn't know how to be with someone that like you. bf!mark who'd always make you cry whenever you voiced your opinions because he always made you feel so stupid, didn't he?

bf! mark who soon turns into exbf!mark because one day he just .. loses it. or at least, that was his excuse.

you've lost your temper many times before. with others. with him. but his anger is much more different than your own.

your anger simmers: the first symptoms of a poison muddying your mind with annoyance. the type that renders you silent with a lump in your throat. your tongue swollen with words unsaid because. . you know better. and your parent(s) had warned you time and time again about being cautious of what you say to those you love.

mark's anger is a roaring boil. explosive with scalding steam.

mark's anger is a burning fire caused by popping oil and you're the water who was naively thrown onto it in order to extinguish it. his anger is just as unpredictable as it is brief. and although you were used to the smallest of inconveniences turning into shouting matches, you thought you had mark all figured out.

plead your case. stand your ground.

wither.

apologize.

admit you were wrong.

even if you were sure you weren't.

it was the only way you could end your arguments. and you were good at playing that game. until you weren't. until the eggshells you were walking on cut the soles of your feet. up until that point, you'd never seen mark's ego so hurt.

and the backhand he gives you sends you to the ground with your right ear ringing.

as soon as you hit the floor, he's on his knees before you, cradling your face, so inconsolable anyone would've thought you hit him.

the soft press of his kisses, peppering across your face contrast with the burning sting of your cheek as he murmurs, "i don't know what got into me! i just get so angry - i swear i didn't mean to hit you that hard!"

and as you stared at him with a blank expression, your mind raced, trying to find an excuse as to what could've warranted that reaction. but for the first time, your mind went blank. and although you nodded along with his apologies and allowed him to wipe the tears from your eyes, you knew there was nothing mark could do to fix it.

you let him think everything was ok. you smile at his jokes and let him cuddle you in his sleep. . even if his hands always found themselves wrapped around your throat.

then, one day, you just. . disappear. block him from everything and register to online classes instead of in person. you stuff his 'borrowed' hoodies and expensive gifts in a garbage bag and leave it in front of his dorm.

you even go as far as to donate all the stuffed animals he gave you.

well. .

almost all.

there is one you specifically like. mostly because debbie was the one who picked it out for you. you always had a soft spot for her.

you still do. so much so that, despite the fact that you want nothing to do with mark - and the fact that you're terrified of him - you find yourself missing her.

so you keep it.

and, sure, you know there's a psychology book somewhere stating it hinders your ability to truly move on. and maybe it's right.

maybe looking at it makes your brain revert back to bittersweet memories of mark and debbie. the way she'd made her home a safe space. you're sure she'd be ashamed to find out of everything mark put you through. but you decide to keep your distance. keep the peace, and all. you couldn't bare telling her why the two of you broke up.

but you still have the text message she sent you.

i'm sorry things didn't work out. you were good for mark. we miss you.

little do you know: the stuffed animal was mark's favorite, too.

but not for the same sappy reason.

& yes, it's because he placed a tiny camera into the cute bear :)

it was a risky move but you were far too predictable. his mother was practically a saint to you. he couldn't imagine you throwing her gift away. after all, what had she ever done to you? thank god for debbie.

now, he doesn't have to be with you to watch you cuddle the stuffed toy. he doesn't have to stand underneath your window to hear you sob into its soft fur. and it's addicting, really, watching you just be in the comfort of your room because you've completely exiled him from your life. and really, who do you think you are? you make him angry enough to hit you and you're the victim?

you didn't know how and when to keep your mouth shut. that's something you should learn. and seeing as how your parent(s) hadn't sat you down and talked to you about it. . mark figured he'd be the one to teach you that lesson.

but you're spoiled.

you're sensitive.

and you obviously don't take kindly to discipline.

and as much as he loves to keep his little secret of watching you on his phone screen. . it kills him to know you won't let him anywhere near you.

but don't forget it: you still belong to him <3 and in any moment that he wants you, he could very easily have you.

one night, with the plushie at the foot of your bed, he watches you squirm. his brows furrow, rolling onto his stomach, getting comfortable as he stares at his phone screen, wondering if you're having a nightmare. the night vision camera captures the way your body moves, every toss and turn. . and then. . every miniscule roll of your hips.

he watches you kick off the blankets and he feels his cock throb in his sweatpants when he sees you aren't wearing any bottoms. . . or underwear. his hands are shaking as he watches you begin to touch yourself. and the sounds you make have him so enraptured that he barely registers when he starts to grind against the bed.

you must feel vulnerable. . watched? . . because you grab the plushie. but you don't just chuck it away. you don't look directly into its eyes and call mark an asshole like he feels you will. no. instead, you hug the stuffed toy to your chest. and even though mark can't see a damn thing anymore - you're covering the camera, fuck - he can hear you perfectly now.

the way your breath hitches and hiccups. your whines, the gasps, the faint whispers he has to strain to listen to. . incoherent whimpers of please and yes, and as he humps his bed. . it's the whisper of his name that throws him over the edge.

a few days later, you receive a message from a strange number with a video attached to it.

in hindsight, you should know better. you've been on the internet long enough to know not everything is meant to be clicked on. but for some reason, you don't think twice to open it.

on the screen, you only see a white light, before you realize it's a flashlight from a phone.

and then a cock comes into view.

you're far too surprised to turn your phone off.

it's so hard it looks painful.

it's thick, thick enough that the fist that comes into view doesn't completely wrap around it. the head an angry red, a drop of pre beading from the tip.

the fist gives a few experimental strokes, then up to the head, where it squeezes, milking, and the drop of precum smudges and dribbles across knuckles. the hand slides down again, and cups the tan, plump, balls at the base.

you hear a groan. and something about it makes you throb. you can't quite put your finger on why. . but you find yourself too transfixed to look away.

you watch as the stranger strokes their cock with growing fervor and the way their hand moves gives you a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. there's a small voice in the back of your mind, whispering could it be. your face scrunches up in disgust but you still can't tear your eyes away from your phone screen. nor can you deny the way as your heart picks up speed.

it's only when you hear his voice that your suspicions are confirmed,

"miss you so bad, baby." mark's voice drawls, the breathy words cut off by a groan. "need you here with me again."

you should block him.

you should change your number. your fucking government name and area code if necessary.

you should delete the message, turn off your phone, and be over the whole situation but you don't. his whines and moans arouse you like some sort of fucked up pavlovian response and before you know it, your hands are working along with his.

you'll regret this. the little voice tells you matter-of-factly when you pick up speed the same time he does.

you'll regret this. it hisses when your breath catches in your throat. when your face burns as you close your eyes and work yourself in a frenzy, hips rolling, imagining . . wishing . . mark was there with you, too.

you'll regret this. when you muffle a cry of his name with the palm of your hand when you hear the soft, expletive filled whispers of his orgasm. he sounds so good. so pitiful it reminds you of the first few times the two of you were intimate. times in which mark pretended he was gentle and sweet. when he pretended the hickies he sucked into your neck were purely accidental.

he sounds like your mark.

you'll regret this. this time, the voice sounds tired. like a disappointed friend at their wits end, trying to talk you down from relapsing from an addiction.

the voice goes silent.

obviously tired of you once you save the unknown number into your contacts.

[daily-bipper-brainrot]

If an interview is wanted: How's Dipper's ghost ...been?

ANNOYING AS EVER!!!, NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TELL HIM THAT BEGGING DOESN’T WORK, HE REFUSES TO LISTEN, I KNOW THE KID HAS UNFINISHED BUSINESS BECAUSE I TOOK HIS FLESHSACK FOR A SPIN, BUT GO ON AND ENJOY YOUR VAYCAY, PEOPLE KILL FOR THIS, YOU HAVE NO RESPONSIBILITIES!!!!!

GO HAUNT READHEAD AND LEAVE ME ALONE. I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DEAL WITH THAN HIM BEING A DEBBY DOWNER

[catch1ngmoths]

Hii so this is more than 100% very basic BUT still yk the song Yummy by Ayesha erotica hear me out f!reader sings this song at her concert right? But how would Tokio hotel react to like “yeah he loves me but he fucks me like he hates my guts” part of the song and yeah idk if it makes sense cuz I suck ass at explaining

˚₊‧꒰ა HE LOVES ME BUT HE FUCKS ME LIKE HE HATES MY GUTS ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Summary: tokio hotels reactions to hearing you say “yeah he loves me but he fucks me like he hates my guts”

A/N: RAHHH I LOVE THIS REQUEST!! I still have a ton of requests to write so expect more!!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

BILL KAULITZ

✮ “Yeah he loves me but he fucks me like he hates my guts!” You sang as you walk around the stage

✮ bill was SO FLUSTERED at your words!!

✮ looks at you like (,,o//o,,)

✮ everyone looks over to him like ‘ayoo??’

✮ his whole face is red bruh he’s like a fucking tomato

✮ when he sees you smirking at him, he’d have to put his hands over his pants ˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶ iykyk

TOM KAULITZ

✮ “yeah he loves me but he fucks me like he hates my guts” you sang into the mic

✮ he just smirks

✮ he loves hearing you say that y’all

✮ Debby Ryan face activated ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

✮ LOOKING YOU UP AND DOWN AND SHIII

✮playing with his fingers and his dreads and just watching you intently

✮ honestly he’s just vibing, cuz he knows what’s gonna happen when y’all are alone •⌄•

GUSTAV SCHÄFER

✮ “yeah he loves me but he fucks me like he hates my guts” you sang as you swayed your hips

✮ sweet boy can’t handle it

✮ SWEET BOY CANT HANDLE ITTTT (∩˃ω˂∩)

✮ the boys are teasing him SO HARDDD

✮ “didn’t know you had it in you gustav”

✮ hides his face in his hands and smiles so wide

✮ every time his face leaves in his hands and he sees you he’s just like, breathing?! What’s that

✮ if you smile at him.. that’s it, he’s dead

GEORG LISTING

✮ “yeah he loves me but he fucks me like he hates my guts” you sing as you wink at you boyfriend, Georg

✮ eyes: widened

✮ jaw: dropped

✮ something: inappropriate to say

✮ BRO IS FLABBERGASTED YALLL (´𓋰`)

✮ but also horny

✮ he’s just looking at you with like mixed emotions

✮ like he’s both shell shocked and excited

✮ ANYWAYS…. He proves the song lyrics👩‍🦽

[mouseymilkovich]

In honor of our most recent shenanigans - I would like to request a Dad!LipxReader where Lip takes his baby girl (toddler age 1-3 years old🤗) to a *water*park (since it is summer after all!) & also takes Frannie and Deb’s / Sandy along & lip realizes when reader is tending to Frannie/Their little babe that he really does wanna get married after tossing it around in his mind after a while 🥰😍

CAPRI MY BELOVED!!!! yes. i love this.

no content tags !! just loads of fluff. and introducing reader's daughter with Lip officially: Morgan Claudia Gallagher (Claudia after Clyde Youens our beloved<3)

A small pile of Gallaghers (and two honourary Gallaghers) in a van— Debbie, Franny, Sandy, Liam, Lip, you, plus your daughters, Xan and Morgan, all on your way to the waterpark, in an attempt to beat Chicago's summer heat.

You and Lip had very briefly discussed getting married a few times— for a few reasons, one of the biggest being that technically, you weren't a legal guardian of Liam or Xan, only Lip was, it'd be easier for you to become that if you were married... and the even bigger and most obvious reason, you two were in love. But, marriage also scared the hell out of both of you.

As the family settled on a place to sit and keep their things, you slathered sunscreen on all the kids— Morgan, then Franny, then Liam, then Xan.

"Why do I even need sunscreen?" Liam asked.

You sighed. "Buddy, we've been over this a million times— it protects you from more than sunburns."

Lip couldn't help chuckling to himself as he watched you with all the little ones; though, Xan and Liam weren't so little anymore. It got him thinking about the whole marriage thing again...

You, looking beautiful in a wedding dress. Ian being his best man. Maybe Debbie would be your maid of honour, she always adored you and you loved her, no matter how ridiculous or stupid she could be. Xan, Franny, and Morgan all as little flower girls, Liam being a ring bearer. Maybe Mickey giving you away, seeing as your own father wasn't in the picture...

"Dada?" Morgan's little voice broke Lip from his thoughts.

"What's up, sweetheart?" He asked her with a smile.

"Mama says 's youw tuwn fow sunscween!" She told him, motioning over to where you were looking at him expectantly.

Lip laughed softly and nodded. He gave Morgan a quick kiss on the head, then went over to you. "Right. That."

"We really don't need a repeat of last summer, do we?" You teased as you started rubbing sunscreen on Lip's back.

Ah yes, last summer, when he refused sunscreen, but you were too busy with Morgan fussing you pay attention. And spent majority of the following two weeks complaining about the gnarly sunburn he acquired— Xan and Liam would not stop making fun of him, calling him the names of various red fruits and vegetables.

"No, we don't." Lip muttered with a reluctant groan as you made sure every inch of his exposed skin with sunscreen.

You laughed a little, rolling your eyes as he turned to face you so you could get his front.

He smirked a little at you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Keep touchin' me like that and we're gonna end up giving Morgan a baby sibling."

"Oh my god, get your mind out of the gutter." You giggled, playfully poking him in the ribs. Oh, if only he knew...

"It never leaves the gutter, babe."

┈

Once you were sure everybody was sunscreened up, including Debbie and Sandy, Lip took it upon himself to take Liam on the biggest waterslide the park had to offer. Xan would've joined them, but she was a little intimidated by it— maybe later.

Instead, Xan took Morgan and Franny over to the little kiddie pool in front of where you guys had parked your things. Debbie and Sandy had gone to get everybody drinks.

While you sat alone, watching your daughters and niece, your mind wandered to the same place Lip's had earlier— marriage. Somehow, in your mind, being married to Lip would simultaneously change everything and nothing. You'd officially be a Gallagher, you'd become Liam and Xan's legal guardian, you'd be fucking married.

"That was awesome!" Liam shouted as he and Lip returned to you, the same time Debbie and Sandy returned with drinks.

You laughed softly. "I'm glad, buddy! I know you've wanted to go on that slide forever."

You recalled coming to the same waterpark with Lip and his siblings when the littlest ones were younger, even baby Liam looked at that giant slide in awe. Back then, you and Lip hadn't been more than friends, and you never would've imagined having a baby with him either. The thought made you smile.

"Hey, um, Debs, Sandy, you wanna take the kids on a ride?" You asked, hinting you wanted a second with Lip.

The pair looked at you, and shrugged, then Sandy went to round up the girls.

"Yay! Auntie Sandy!" Morgan giggled happily as Sandy scopped up your daughter and Franny.

As the pair headed off with the kids, you looked at Lip with a little smile.

"So... we were talking about... yknow..." You muttered, trying to hint.

Lip took a second, then he realized, his eyes widening a bit. "Y-Yeah? What about it?"

"Do you still wanna—"

"Fuck, baby, seriously?! Of course, but— shit! You gotta let me do it properly!" Lip said quickly

You laughed loudly, taking his face in your hands. "You know I don't care about you doing it 'properly' or whatever, babe." You muttered softly.

"Yeah, but... I wanna." He muttered softly, sighing a little.

You smiled softly, then kissed Lip gently. "Okay. But make it soon, cus... I've been feeling a little sick lately."

Lip's eyes widened again. He remembered the last time you said those words to him. "You're...?"

"I think so."

[libraryofgage]

The Prince and the Metalhead

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One Queen Clarisse One (you're here!)

Despite the title, this series will focus a little more on Steve growing up in Genovia for the first few parts. That being said, there will be Steddie because this whole thing was inspired by my desire to write a modern royalty AU.

So, ya know, it's coming lol

For now, just enjoy Steve being raised by our favorite queen.

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Clarisse stares at the two-story house from the driveway. It looks incredibly...American. It's American in a way that Amelia's home and city aren't. This house is the Ideal American Home, the kind people are told is the goal in life, the kind with no personality and no distinguishing features compared to other houses on its street. It's the kind of house she'd never see in Genovia, and she's glad for it.

"Your Majesty," Joe says, pulling her attention from the house to her driver. "If you are nervous, may I suggest returning another day?"

She knows exactly what he's doing. It still works. She still pulls herself together, rolls her shoulders back, and raises her chin. "A queen is never nervous. She is simply calculating her approach."

With that, she opens the door and gracefully (the kind of grace that comes with years of practice) steps out of the car. She smooths down her clothes, takes one more deep breath, and strides to the front door. Joe is just a step behind her, always a step behind her, as she rings the doorbell and waits.

A few moments pass, the blinds in the window next to the door shift, and then the door is pulled open. A young boy, certainly no more than ten, stands before her, looking nervously between Clarisse and Joe.

And could you blame Steve? The only visitors he gets when his parents are gone are secretaries that sweep into the home, make sure he's alive, and leave right after. Nobody rings the doorbell, nobody knocks, and nobody knows he's alone in the big house, just like his parents told him it should be.

"Hello," the lady says, her accent vaguely European and similar to his father's. "Are you Steve Harrington?"

If she knows his name, maybe she's been sent by his parents. She looks fancy enough, and the guy with her looks scary enough. Steve grips the door tighter and nods once. "Yes, ma'am," he says, his voice soft and barely a whisper so he doesn't upset her.

"Good. Is your father home?"

"No, ma'am."

That makes her pause, her lips tugging down in a frown, and Steve wonders if he's already failed whatever test this must be. His father will give them sometimes, in the rare moments he's home, and it's always to measure how polite Steve his, how proper, how cultured. This must be a new kind of test, a way for his father to further measure him. He gathers himself, takes a subtle breath, and asks, "Would you like to come in?"

"You don't know who we are," the man suddenly says. "Why are you inviting us in?"

Oh. He's failing this test already. Steve bites his lip, ducking his head. "It's polite to invite people in," he says. "But, um, could you tell me your names first?"

He glances up to see that frown on the lady's face deepen, and his stomach starts to churn. "Yes, of course," she says, clearing her throat before continuing, "I am Clarisse Renaldi, and this is Joe."

Steve looks between the two of them before slowly nodding. "Please, come in," he says, holding the door open. The two adults are hesitant but enter the home anyway, watching Steve as he shuts the door silently and locks it. "This way, please."

He leads them to the living room, looks at the books and papers spread on the coffee table, and blushes. "I'm sorry for the mess," he says, quickly sweeping everything off the coffee table and holding it close to his chest. "I was doing homework and didn't expect visitors. Please, sit. I'll get some tea."

With that, he turns on his heel and hurries out of the living room. He presses his back against the wall, eyes closed and heart racing as he listens to the man and woman talk. "He's very polite," the woman says, sounding pleased and surprised.

"Too polite," the man replies, "What ten year old says things like expecting visitors and offers to make tea?"

Steve swallows around the lump in his throat and hurries to the kitchen. He puts his papers and books on the small table there, climbs the stool in front of the sink to fill a kettle with water, and then climbs the stool in front of the stove to place it down. He turns on the burner, watching the flames jump before getting cups, a teapot, tea leaves, and a tray to place it all on.

In total, the process from heating the water to pouring it over the leaves in the pot and carrying that to the living room is no more than eight minutes. It still feels like an eternity, though, when Steve knows each second is a mark against him. "I'm sorry for making you wait," he says as he enters the living room, carefully placing the tray on the coffee table. He pours a cup for the woman first, then the man, and then himself, careful not to spill a drop.

"Did you make this yourself?" the woman asks, picking up her teacup and taking a polite sip.

When Steve nods, he gets a tiny smile in return. And then the man says, "Aren't you a little young to do these things?"

Steve has been taught how to answer questions like this, ones that imply his parents aren’t doing enough to raise him. He picks up his teacup, holding it in his hands and letting the warmth transfer to his palms. “I like making tea,” he says, keeping his voice steady, “so Mother taught me how to use the stove safely.”

Joe looks ready to say more, but Clarisse clears her throat. He shuts his mouth, picking up his own cup just to do something. “When should we expect your father, Steve?” Clarisse asks, placing her teacup back on its plate. She’s seated on the edge of the couch, her ankles tucked together so her legs are at a slant and her back perfectly straight. 

He can’t lie. If they stay, they’ll know he’s lying when his father doesn’t return. Maybe they just want to see his father, and Steve can let them think his mother will be home soon and convince them to leave before she is. He decides this is a good plan and says the extremely familiar words, “He’s away on a business trip.”

That earns him a frown, but before he can try to fix his mistake, Clarisse nods once and asks, “What about your mother, then?”

Steve tenses, dropping his gaze to his teacup and scrambling to find an answer. He swallows around the nervous lump in his throat, takes a sip of his tea, and feels his stomach twist when he still doesn’t have anything to say in response. 

“How long have your parents been gone?” Joe asks. 

The question pierces through him so harshly that Steve’s hands twitch, tea splashing over the edges of the cup and onto his fingers. He hisses at the temperature, quickly setting the cup down and getting a tissue to wipe the tea away. 

“What do you mean gone?” Clarisse asks.

“There are no cars in the driveway and no adult shoes by the door. We passed the kitchen on the way here, and only one set of dishes is in the drying rack. Stools have been placed wherever a child might need to reach something too high for them otherwise. Dust is on the shelf with adult books, but the smaller shelf with movies appropriate for children is clean, implying regular use. Finally, my men have informed me that Mr. and Mrs. Harrington boarded a plane headed for Hong Kong from London.”

Steve’s eyes widen as Joe speaks, his stomach twisting ever tighter with each word. When Clarisse looks back at him, his eyes begin to sting and he looks down at his lap. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice quiet as he clenches the hem of his shirt. 

“What on Earth are you apologizing for?” Clarisse asks, sounding so insulted that Steve shrinks in on himself. “You are not to blame for your parents’ incompetence and negligence. Of all the things your father has done, abandoning you to fend for yourself is unforgivable.”

Oh. She’s…angry for him? Steve looks up, meeting Clarisse’s eyes and wondering why she cares. And then, because he thinks she can’t possibly be any angrier, he takes a risk by asking, “Why are you here?”

Clarisse pauses, blinks twice, and then gathers herself. Her shoulders relax some, but her back remains straight. “I am Clarisse Renaldi, Queen of Genovia, and your grandmother.”

Steve stares at her, glances at Joe to see if this is some kind of joke, and then looks back when all he gets in return is a blank stare. “My…grandmother?” he asks, his voice quiet.

“Yes. Your father, Richard Harrington, is my son. He was…well, he involved himself in troublesome schemes and had to leave Genovia and the line of succession. We keep tabs on him, of course, but all contact is otherwise restricted.”

None of that surprises Steve. He’s heard his father complaining when he has a bit too much whiskey, muttering under his breath about betrayal and being forced from his home and that it was only a few million he took. 

“I…still don’t know why you’re here.”

“Yes, well, the Crown Prince of Genovia has recently passed, and you are next in the line of succession. So, I traveled here to meet you and bring you back to Genovia for a proper education befitting a Crown Prince.”

Steve is staring at his lap again, his mind turning. So much information has been given to him, and he can only focus on the part that makes his heart speed up with hesitant hope. “Would…would my parents go with us?” he asks.

“Your father is still barred from Genovia. Your mother is welcome, though.”

“Does she have to go with us?”

He looks up in time to see Clarisse pause, tilting her head as she considers him for a moment. “No, Steve, neither of your parents must accompany us,” she says.

“Will I ever be alone?”

“The royal family employs upwards of 300 staff to keep the palace running smoothly,” Joe says, nodding once to confirm that number when Steve gives him an incredulous look. 

“Members of staff will be assigned to you as well,” Clarisse adds, smiling softly when Steve returns his attention to her. “At least three maids, several private tutors, at least one playmate for social development, and a personal team of security to keep you safe.”

Something lifts from Steve’s shoulders then. He’s not stupid. He knows his parents aren’t good. He learned that last year when he realized that other kids’ parents picked them up from school and gave them hugs and surprised them with pizza nights and just smiled at them. Steve looked at those parents, thought of his own, and quietly accepted that they either sucked or he just hasn’t figured out what will make them love him yet.

A tiny part of him knows that nothing will.

“Will you be my new mother, then?” Steve asks.

He watches Clarisse’s surprised expression morph into something unsure. “I will certainly be taking on a parental role,” she says, the words slow.

Steve looks down again, trying to ignore the disappointment that stirs in him when he realizes she’s just trying to spare his feelings. She won’t be a mother; she’ll be like his teacher. She’ll be someone who makes sure he learns what he should, eats when he should, and passes him along to the appropriate person when there’s a problem. 

Still, she’s nicer than his own parents, and Steve won’t be alone if he goes to Genovia. If nothing else, it will be better than this empty house and his absent parents. “If I packed right now, can we leave?” he asks.

When Clarisse agrees, Steve excuses himself and goes to his room. 

Once he’s out of sight, Clarisse looks at Joe and says, “He’s a very mature child.”

“He shouldn’t be.”

Clarisse nods once in agreement, looking down at the teapot in front of them and wondering if Steve has ever burned himself on it. “I believe he’ll take to being royalty well,” she says.

When she looks up, Joe is frowning. “If I may speak freely, Your Majesty?” he asks. When Clarisse nods, he clears his throat. “Before he can be royalty, he needs to be a child. For his own good, he needs a parent, not someone taking on a parental role. You may not be his mother, Your Majesty, but you are his grandmother. You have the ability to give him the unconditional care and love he’s been deprived of so far.”

“I suppose you have a point,” Clarisse admits, frowning slightly in thought. “I just…”

“You are worried he will be like his father.”

“Yes.”

“He is not his father. You cannot project the wrongdoings of Richard onto Steve. It is unfair to him and you. He deserves a fresh start, one that is not burdened by his father.”

“I will think on it,” Clarisse says, already knowing she’s going to do as Joe has suggested. “In the meantime, look into parenting books. If nothing else, Steve’s maids and tutors can review their contents as he grows.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

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Genovia is small, but the palace is huge. It towers over Steve like something out of a Disney movie, and he almost falls behind during the brief tour through its halls. He manages to catch up, though, meeting Clarisse’s stride just in time for her to gesture at a set of double-doors and say, “Beyond these will be your rooms.”

“Rooms?”

“Yes, more than one,” Clarisse says, smiling down at Steve as she leads him past the doors and into a sitting room. A group of people are already gathered there. Most of them are adults, but a few younger children are playing with a Lego set in the corner and a girl and boy his age are standing with the adults. “These are your personal staff members.”

Before Steve can say anything, one of the women steps forward, her smile warm and her face framed by her brown hair. “It’s nice to meet you, Your Highness. My name is Joyce. I’ll coordinate your schedule and make sure your rooms are taken care of. My husband, Jim, will be the head of your security team, and my eldest son, Jonathan, will be one of your playmates,” she says, pointing to her husband and then the boy his age.

“Feel free to call me Hopper, Your Highness,” her husband says.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jonathan adds, smiling politely in a way that Steve painfully understands as fake and forced.

Joyce steps back, and a black woman steps forward. “My name is Sue. I’ll be in charge of your education. That means I’ll be arranging your tutors, making sure your lessons match what a child your age should be learning, and overseeing your Royal Education with Her Majesty. My husband, Charles, will be your science tutor.”

Steve glances at Charles when he waves and nods in greeting. His smile, at least, seems more genuine than Jonathan’s was, and Sue is so straightforward that Steve finds it refreshing. 

The last woman steps forward. She’s a little heavier than the other two, and she’s wearing an apron that has stains smeared across it. “Wonderful to meet you, Your Highness. I’m Claudia. I’ll be in charge of your diet and medical needs. If you’re allergic to anything or just plain hate certain foods, let me know.”

She steps back, leaving only the young girl. With a grin, she moves to stand in front of Steve and holds her hand out. “Name’s Robin,” she says, “I’m supposed to be your friend, but Her Majesty and I’ve got an agreement that I can ditch you if you suck. If I stick around, I’ll be trained by Hopper to be your personal guard.”

It’s so sudden and blunt that Steve can’t stop his grin as he takes Robin’s hand and shakes once. “To make things fair,” he says, “I should get to ditch you, too.”

Her eyes light up, and Steve thinks he’s done something right, which is an odd but welcome feeling. She lets go of his hand but stays by his side, standing close enough that their shoulders brush as Clarisse gestures for Joyce to take over the tour. He’s introduced to the children playing with Legos first, bombarded with their names (Dustin, Will, El, Lucas, and Erica) and which parents they belong to, before moving on to the rooms. 

In total, he has five: the sitting room, a classroom, a small library, an empty room that he can do whatever he’d like with, and his bedroom. The bedroom has its own bathroom with a shower attached, but there are extra bathrooms in the other rooms, too. He’d count his closet as another room entirely, but he’s not ready to admit he really has six rooms. 

He’s still too overwhelmed by the giant bed and the rooms that all belong to him and this group of people that will always be around him. He turns to Clarisse, ready to thank her, when she smiles at him and says, “There is one more thing.”

Something else? There’s more? What more could there possibly be? What else could he be given? Steve watches as she walks to the door that leads into the bathroom, steps inside, and comes back out holding something that squirms slightly in her arms. 

She quickly deposits the thing in Steve’s arms, and he stares wide-eyed at the Rottweiler puppy that starts sniffing at his hands and neck. “What?” he asks.

“She’s yours, Steve. Rottweilers are very loyal dogs, so she’ll stay by your side. They’re also loyal and protective. Once she’s grown, she’ll keep you safe, too.”

“What am I then, chopped liver?” Robin asks, pouting slightly as she looks at the dog. She leans closer to it and yelps when she gets licked. 

Steve can’t help laughing, holding the dog closer to his chest. “Does she have a name?” he asks.

“Yeah! It’s Dart!”

Steve looks over his shoulder at Dustin, meeting his curly hair and slightly gummy smile. Next to him, Claudia flushes slightly and hurriedly says, “You don’t need to listen to him, Your Highness. You can name her whatever you’d like.”

“No, I think Dart is good,” Steve replies, looking down at the dog and gently scratching behind her ears. She perks up, her entire body wiggling with excitement, and Steve feels something hopeful and optimistic settle in his chest.

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