#and ian is mesmerized

[lupeloto]

galladrabbles "to be with you"

@galladrabbles time with a prompt from @sweetbee78 : "to be with you" by mr. big !

the two lay glued to each other on the cordiform mattress despite the abundance of room on either side.

“what’s the one thing you wanna do in our first year married?” ian asks, both staring at the ceiling in comfortable silence.

mickey glances over with a warm smile, stealing a glimpse before reverting his gaze to the ceiling.

“hm. to be with you…guess that’s enough.”

“you guess, huh?” ian teases.

mickey breaks into a smile, his eyes crinkled at the sides. ian stares back in awe of the sight, his muscles officially jelly.

“it’ll do,” mickey leans closer. they melt into each other.

[blue-disco-lights]

A little ficlet for Gallavich Week 2025 - for the Rainbow prompt 💕 Thank you @gallavichthings!

Preview above the cut, and the rest is below... full story on AO3.

Mickey is flat on his back - and not in the way he likes. 

Their anniversary weekend, so Ian insisted on another one of his moonlight picnics in the old dugouts. As always, he’d come prepared with a soft blanket, dinner in to-go boxes, and of course, a six-pack of Old Style in his backpack. Because you can’t fuck with tradition.  

His husband actually wanted to look for shooting stars. The sap. 

Ian’s warm hand finds its way into his. And as they lay there, watching the sky (and likely due to the top-tier edibles they enjoyed for dessert), Mickey thinks about color.

How, from the day Ian burst into his life, his world had exploded in it. He closes his eyes as memories take over….

Mickey pounds his fist into his baseball mitt and wonders for the 100th time why his dad all of a sudden cared about them having “afterschool activities.” Not like they were some normal TV family. Mickey’d been in charge of himself since he learned how to walk.

The only reason he got roped into this Little League shit was to fuel Terry’s ego, that much he knew.

It’s bad enough getting into this dumbass uniform, but he has to listen to Coach drone on about “team work”. And getting yelled at when he doesn’t perfectly follow the rules. 

��Milkovich, get back on base or consider yourself benched for the rest of the game!” comes the booming voice, and Mickey just about loses it then. He doesn’t need this, he gets yelled at enough at home.

So he does the next best thing to raising his middle finger in Coach’s face. He unzips his fly and pisses right on the base. He’d never felt more free in his short life.

He looks around the field, smirking at Coach’s fury, the stunned, laughing faces of his teammates - and catches sight of this one kid, absolutely losing his shit on the next base over.

He’s laughing so hard, he’s doubled over, tears streaming down his little freckled face. He swipes the baseball hat off his head … to reveal the brightest red hair Mickey has ever seen. 

Mesmerized, he barely remembers zipping his pants back up, before Coach storms over and leads him off the field. 

Mickey knows he’ll be in trouble with his dad after pulling that stunt… but seeing that kid made it all fuckin’ worth it. 

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Every memory of their life together after that is in technicolor.

His ratty green scarf, and the blue Gatorade at the Kash & Grab. The red comforter on Mickey’s old bed. The orange glow of the cigarette they shared in the dugouts right after he got out of juvie that first time. Telling Ian he was “fucked for life” and actually believing it.

The hot yellow sun beating down on them as he watched Ian run around the obstacle course, training for the Army. Ian’d green camo pants, how much shit Mickey gave him for looking like such a dork, but loving the way they looked anyway.

The pulsating lights in the Fairy Tale after he’d finally found him there. How they lit up his face when they were standing on that stage together, Ian’s eyes full of challenge. Make your move on me. And so he did. He still remembers how it felt to kiss him in that moment, bathed in blues and indigos. 

And all the moments after that – the orange and pink flowers on that dress he wore at the border. That green tank top Ian wore when he was really sick. Those heinous yellow prison jumpsuits. The orange juice on the Gallagher’s kitchen table. The rainbow Fruit Loops always on tap during Covid. 

The bright blue of the Stargazer Lillies at their wedding. The green of Ian’s tomato garden on their patio, in their home.

Mickey looks up at the violet sky, minutes from turning pitch black. The stars are almost visible.

He turns his head and looks at Ian. Their eyes meet, and he can’t help thinking what a beautiful life they’ve had together. And wonder what vibrant moments lie ahead.

[cloudy-em]

Hi there! I got a request for Lip, if you don't mind 🥺

Reader is friends with either Fiona or Ian (she's the same age as Lip though), and one evening, she's dragged to the house for dinner (she's also very shy, very), so they meet and he just can't help but flirt constantly to make her blush and stutter.

And maybe later on, he hears her talking to Fiona/Ian about it, saying something like not keeping her hopes up because she can't believe he could actually like her ("no one likes the shy girl" kinda thing, I had that said to me and I need some comfort for it😂).

He basically wants to prove to her that he actually likes her. Maybe he already noticed her st school or something.

Have a good day, hun 🤘

of course!! glad to provide some comfort <3 i was the same way all from like elementary to high school so i get it! have a great day, too, thanks for the request <3

ages are pretty inconsistent in the show, but i think in season 3 he's like 18? i don't write characters when they're minors, so the reader and lip are both 18 years old and they're seniors in this! so this is set in like season 3ish i guess.

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Ian and Y/N walked through the front door of the Gallagher household. Y/N took her shoes off, following Ian to his room where they dropped off their backpacks. Even though they aren't in the same grade, they're still great friends. It started when Ian found Y/N at school one day, trying to hold herself together after being made fun of for her quiet response to a teacher's question that she had to repeat multiple times. It turned out, Ian and Y/N actually had a lot in common, and the rest was history.

Y/N wasn't over at Ian's house often. The loud and chaotic nature of his family was endearing, but she didn't quite feel comfortable enough with the other Gallaghers yet to let her walls down. Not that she was ever as loud or chaotic as the family; she was just on the quieter, shyer side, and the Gallaghers respected that.

Ian had invited Y/N over for dinner, making sure Fiona was aware. Ian and Y/N both helped her with dinner, Y/N smiling quietly to herself as Ian and Fiona laughed and joked together. They set the table, and Fiona yelled up to the rest of the family to come eat.

Frank was god knows where doing god knows what, and Kev and V were busy at the alibi, so it was just Y/N and the Gallagher kids for the night. Debbie and Carl came barreling down the stairs leaving an empty seat between them because the two had recently been arguing. Lip walked down the stairs, Liam in his arms, and helped Liam get into a high chair. He sat between Carl and Debbie, clearly sick of their argument, and sighed. Y/N was stationed between Ian and Fiona, the two she was most comfortable with. Food was distributed and everyone tried to make dinner conversation.

Y/N looked at Debbie politely as she talked about a student counsel project she was working on, trying to plan out how perfect and showstopping it would be. She smiled hearing the girl's plan; it sounded great and she had no doubt Debbie could do it. Glancing towards Lip, she noticed him watching her instead of his younger sister. There's a pause, and Lip grabs her attention.

"You look really pretty today, Y/N," he says genuinely. In response, she blushes and looks towards her lap, mumbling a thank you. Lip opens his mouth, ready to say something else, when Carl pipes up.

"Yeah! You look just like the Barbie I put on the grill earlier!" He exclaims before backtracking. "Well, you look like her before I put her on the grill. And I wouldn't grill you, you're too nice." Y/N smiled and tried not to laugh at the young boy's antics as Fiona lectured him about cruel and unusual punishment. Lip kept staring at Y/N, completely mesmerized by her shy and gentle nature. He was wracking his brain on what to say next; he didn't want to try stupid or sexual pickup lines on her. He wanted to take his time with her. He'd noticed her in his literature class in school, they both sat at the back, but on opposite sides of the room. Ian was about to kick Lip under the table for his weird behavior, knowing Y/N would be uncomfortable, but Fiona beat him to it.

"Lip, it's rude to stare, especially at our guest."

Hearing his name brought him back, and he cleared his throat. "Um, Y/N? You have Mr Harbor for Physics II, right?" he asked, curious.

"Yes, 4th period," she replied quietly. Lip smiled hearing her voice, wanting to hear it more often.

"Oh great! I have him for 6th. Do you wanna come over sometime and study together? We can work through some problems if you want, maybe do some physical experiments-" he's cut off by Carl.

"Gross, Lip, you don't propose sex in front of the family!" he yells. Lip's eyes widen.

"Oh, jesus! No no I wasn't- Y/N that's not what I meant, I- I meant just calculating projectiles with a slingshot or something, not- not THAT!" he tries to explain desperately. He really did just mean doing problems and experiments together. They're both very intelligent people, and Lip thought it was a good proposition for a subtle excuse to get to know her.

"I-it's okay, Lip, n-no worries!" Y/N felt her face and neck flush. she knew he didn't mean sex, but the idea of it made her blush. Of course she'd heard plenty of rumors around school about how good Lip Gallagher was in bed.

The meal was done pretty quickly. The family all got up, Y/N waiting until most of them left to bring her plate to the sink.

"I'll take care of the dishes, Y/N," Lip said, gently placing his hand on the small of her back. She jumped slightly, moving out of the way and nodding, heading upstairs to finish her homework. Ian follows shortly after.

Lip walked up the stairs to grab a cigarette from his desk, but paused as he caught his name.

"-and it's nice to hope for just a second that maybe, just maybe, he likes me, that he cares for me, but he doesn't, Ian! There's no way someone like Lip would ever like someone like me! He's confident and attractive and smart and girls love him! I'm just me. I'm shy and quiet and it takes me forever to warm up to people and nobody likes the shy girl," she sighed sadly. "You don't think he's trying to prank me or something, do you?" she asked Ian. Lip walked away, not realizing she felt this way.

He had to do something. He went back down the stairs, no longer set on his cigarette, rather a way to prove himself to her. He thought hard for a while, realizing it was probably just best to talk her alone. He sighed, thinking of what to say without fucking up.

Lip heard Ian yell goodbye to Y/N, and her footsteps walking towards the front door. He ran towards the front door, trying to be casual.

"Hey, I'll walk you home. Make sure you get home safe," he said, sounding more like he was making a statement rather than offering.

"Oh, um, okay. Let's go then," Y/N replied.

The walk to her house was quiet. Lip didn't know what to say. 'Hey, I've been watching you at school for the past 3 months and I haven't hooked up with anybody since I noticed you because you're all I can think about even though we've barely ever talked'? He knew he needed to say that, he just needed to find a less...aggressive way of saying it.

He walked Y/N to her door, making sure she got it unlocked. He reached out and touched her arm just as she turned to enter her house. She turned to look at him with big eyes.

"Look, Y/N. I, uh, I've noticed you at school a lot over the past couple of months, and I know you're my brother's friend, but I'd really like to get to know you better. I think you're really, really smart and you're pretty, too, and Ian talks about you all the time. You just sound like a great person and I think I have a small crush on you. I know you probably don't feel the same, but if you'd give me a chance, I think we'll get along great and we can get to know each other. Please?" He poured his heart out.

Y/N hesitated, a soft blush rising to her cheeks. "I- okay, Lip. We can get to know each other. I'm just nervous and really shy around people I don't know so I'm sorry-" he cuts her off.

"That's why we'll know each other, 'kay?" he said, gently stroking her upper arm with his thumb.

"Besides, I like shy girls."

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lip x shy!reader is one of my favs thank you so much for this request! let me know if you want more of this kind of content please!

[hotvintagepoll]

The hot vintage men poll is long over, but I have been thinking about Ian Carmichael these past few days. British comedian, probably wouldn't have fit that poll or the scrungly one, and yet to me he had such a mesmerizing presence, even in low comedic roles? A mixture of innocence and softness that wasn't that particularly common in male actors of the era? IDK, wanted to talk to someone about this, and this is probably the best place now XD

Thank you! I'm honored to be the place to talk about old hot dead men. I'm not familiar with Ian Carmichael, but let's take a minute to raise a toast to all our hot dead men who didn't make it into the tournament proper.

(all hotties' names in the image descriptions)

[writingwithciara]

Casual ~Chris Sturniolo~

summary: chris and y/n begin a 'casual' relationship

word count: 1.9k

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

notes: first official full part of my 'mcconnell chronicles'. this is based off THIS song by ian mcconnell, and the rest of the series will be based off ian mcconnell songs. enjoy!

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chris had dreamt of his perfect girl for the last 10 years of his life. he knew exactly what he wasnted.

but he wasn't expecting to meet her the way he did.

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y/n had been out at a party celebrating her best friends birthday. the girls were dancing together and at this point in the night, a few drinks had been consumed.

she had excused herself from her group to go get another drink.

on her way to the kitchen, she felt a pair of eyes on her. it didn't stop her from making her drink.

as she exited the kitchen, she bumped into someone and her perfectly curated drink fell to the ground.

"oh, i am so sorry." she looked up at the person she bumped into and noticed some guy she barely knew.

he glared at her and just walked away. y/n's shoulders fell and she turned back towards the kitchen, intent on making herself another drink.

what she wasn't expecting was a cup already being handed to her. she didn't think twice as she took a sip from the stranger.

her eyes widened as she realized that it was the exact mix of drinks she had just made for herself.

"are you stalking me or something?" she looked up at the stranger and was not expecting to be looking into the most mesmerizing blue eyes she had ever seen.

"nah. i really like this drink. surprised someone else does too. thought i was the only one." he sipped his own beverage and smiled. "plus i noticed how upset you were that your drink got spilled. thought i would be kind and make you another one."

"wow. thank you." she smiled and looked at her cup. "and you didn't put something in it?"

"of course not. the people who have to resort to something like that are the most horrible people in the world."

"i agree. but i still don't know you so i'm not sure if i believe you or not." y/n raised an eyebrow playfully while continuing to sip on the drink.

"well, my name is chris. and seeing as how you're still drinking the drink, even though you're a little suspicious, i'd say you believe me. at least a little bit anyway."

"either that or i'm just really thirsty." she retorted, smirking as she finished her cup without flinching. chris admired her.

"okay. i'll give you that one." he chuckled. "so, do you got a name?"

"y/n." she reached for the bottle and looked around before beginning to chug it.

"oh. should've guessed that someone as beautiful as you would have an equally beautiful name."

"you're lying to me right now, aren't you?"

"i swear on my life." chris crossed his heart and smiled. y/n passed him the bottle and smiled.

"i like you. think i'm gonna keep you."

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over the next few weeks, y/n and chris spent every free moment together.

everyone was convinced they were together but they weren't.

they were best friends, nothing more.

until one night, it changed.

it was a saturday night and they were getting ready for their respective dates. chris had met some girl at a party and y/n was going out with a random guy as a favor to her friend.

neither of them wanted to go but they had made a commitment.

luckily, they had managed to get their dates to agree to a double date.

chris watched as y/n put the finishing touches on her make-up. he admired everything about her but could never tell her his true feelings, fearing he would only drive her away.

he knew she didn't feel the same. she told everyone multiple times that chris was her best friend ad that was all he was meant to be.

"alright. done." she put her mascara on his bedside table and turned to face him. "how do i look?"

"you always ask me this and the answer is never going to change." chris stood up and walked to her. "you're beautiful, as always. i don't know why you even need make-up."

"that's such a cheesy answer." y/n giggled while shoving chris playfully. she couldn't deny the blush that crept up on her cheeks so she turned away from him. "we're gonna be late."

chris followed her out to his car and they drove to the pre-selected location.

they were the first two to arrive, sitting on opposite sides of the table and waiting patiently for their dates to arrive.

chris' date showed up 10 minutes later than planned and to y/n, they seemed to be having a great time. she was a little envious of it. but not because of the girl being with chris. she was jealous that he was having a time of his life while her date didn't even bother to show up.

an hour into the date, while chris' date was telling him a joke, he glanced over at y/n. the way she looked so upset broke his heart.

y/n didn't know why she even stayed at the restaurant for as long as she did. she was torturing herself.

"i'm gonna go to the bathroom. be right back." chris' date stood up and headed to the washroom. y/n sighed heavily and chris looked at her again.

"i can't believe your date didn't show up. what a dick."

"it's alright, chris. i was only doing it as a favor for a friend." she stood up slowly. "i'm gonna head home. i'll see you tomorrow."

"no, stay. we can all have fun."

"no. i wouldn't want to intrude. besides, your date doesn't seem to like the fact that i've been hanging around all night."

"she can get over it." chris grabbed her wrist lightly as she went to walk by him. "please stay?"

"sorry, chris. but i'm tired. i should head home."

"at least let me drive you home then, since i drove here."

"i can-"

"you are not getting in an uber with a stranger."

"you can't abandon your date, chris. just because i got ditched, doesn't mean she deserves it too."

"she'll understand." chris stood up. "i can always reschedule with her anyway."

"you're not letting up, are you?"

"fat chance." chris chuckled, earning a smile from y/n.

"hey, what's going on? we leaving?"

"y/n and i are. i'm sorry, elizabeth."

"you're ditching me because she got ditched? what the hell, chris? i thought we were having a good time."

"and we were. but i'm not leaving because y/n got ditched. i'm leaving because she's not feeling well. she's been out of it all day, constantly throwing up and shit." he sighed. "i like you, elizabeth and i really want to see you again."

"you're lucky you're cute." elizabeth cracked a smile and grabbed her purse. "feel better soon, y/n." she offered the girl a smile before disappearing out the door.

"okay, let's get you home." chris guided y/n back to the car and headed back to his place. thankfully for him, nobody was home so nobody needed to question why they were home so early.

y/n got changed into some extra clothes and joined chris on the couch. some random movie was playing on the tv but neither of them cared.

y/n looked over at chris and began to think. she didn't realize she was staring or that she had zoned out until chris snapped his fingers in her face.

"what?"

"i was just checking to see if you were listening to me." chris chuckled. "clearly not."

"sorry. i was just thinking."

"well, you must've been thinking about me because you were staring at me for a while."

"shut up." she looked at him and smiled. "okay, yes i was staring but i wasn't thinking about you."

"then what were you thinking about?"

y/n avoided the question and looked down at her hands before speaking. "why did you ditch elizabeth in favor of me tonight?"

"what do you mean?"

"i was fully capable of getting myself home. i didn't need to be pitied by you."

"whoa. i was not pitying you. have you forgotten the number 1 rule we came up with when we became friends?"

"clearly i have forgotten it, chris!"

"we promised that if we both went somewhere together and one of us wasn't having a good time, we would leave. and you clearly weren't having a good time."

"but tonight could've ended really good for you." y/n glanced over at him. "and i mean really good."

"as in sex?"

"yeah probably. no offense but elizabeth looked like she would've been easy for you."

"well, unfortunately for her, i like a challenge." chris looked up and smirked.

there was something about the way chris looked at her that made her insides burn with desire.

before she knew it, she was pulling him into a kiss. it took chris a second to register what was happening but in no time, he was returning the kiss & pulling her closer.

y/n climbed onto his lap and looked in his eyes.

"tell me this isn't what you want and i'll stop. we can forget this ever happened."

instead of answering, chris went back in for another kiss.

neither of them were drunk when it happened so the fact that they were both sober made it easier to remember the next morning.

y/n was the first one awake. she looked at chris and smiled. he really did look cute when he was asleep.

he opened his eyes not long after that and when he saw y/n staring at him, he couldn't help but smile.

"so, last night really happened, huh?" y/n began to gather her clothes and get dressed. chris did the same and instead of handing y/n the shirt she was wearing last night, he handed her one of his hoodies.

"yeah it did." he looked at her for a moment and then looked back at his feet. "i don't regret it."

"me either. it was fun." y/n smiled. "maybe we could do it again sometime."

"uh, yeah. yeah that sounds good." chris was surprised at the suggestion but agreed to it anyway.

"okay, cool. i'll call you later, chris. have a good day." y/n kissed his cheek and left the room quietly.

their one night turned into many more. they were together more than they were apart and to any outsider, it would seem like a normal romantic relationship. the only people who knew they weren't actually together were y/n and chris.

and that's the way it was supposed to be.

chris knew y/n didn't have the same feelings for him that he did for her but that was okay. he still had her in ways nobody else could.

he wanted to tell her. he tried to but it was never the right time. he always felt the need to tell her after a shitty date but chris could never get the words out before clothes were being thrown around the room.

their hookups after a shitty date happened so often that chris was starting to believe that part of y/n was always picking the shittier men just so she could come over to chris' place and get the release she needed..

he started to feel used and the day he was going to bring it up to her, everything changed.

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[annesthaeticc]

lovers rock | sherlock x fem!reader

| Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader

| one shot , song fic

| 961 words

| 'because love can burn like a cigarette, and leave you alone with nothing...' What Sherlock and Y/N had was beautiful, but it crashed and burned.

A/N okay bear with me it's short, but hey it's something, right? testing the waters asi hopefully hopefully come back into writing. let me know what you think!

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“Such a small world,” you quietly said and watched as the air escaped your lungs, echoing your words. The party inside was loud, but not loud enough for the silence outside was piercing yet calming. And so, he heard you. Slowly, he turned to see who spoke and found your silhouette, your shape outlined amongst the trees and the pillars.

Slowly, he walked towards you. Yet another mistake he was about to make. For all the choices he made that involved you, it led to one.

One. Big. Mistake.

Sherlock heard his heart thudding. Crashing and breaking in every step he made towards you. You sat there frozen, your eyes unblinking, or at least trying not to blink for you feared that if you do so, he might disappear.

Just like he did back then.

Sherlock sometimes wished he never pursued you, but here he was, about to do the very same thing. He never learned.

“Indeed it is.” he replied, his very perfect presence now crowding over you. His shadow embraced you and your eyes finally blinked only to find he was still there, standing in front of you.

He was taller. His face is more defined. His curls, curled to perfection. His perfume was the same, or is it? His lips fuller, more inviting than ever.

Sherlock noticed this, and cannot help himself but do the very same. You were perfect in every shape and form, as the day he met you. He committed crimes before, but his favorite might be the one he is about to make; to kiss you.

Silence passed by the small distance between you and him and it was almost deafening. You were waiting for him to say something. Something along the lines of “I’m sorry I left you…” And he was doing just the same, waiting for the words like “I’m sorry I couldn't wait for you…”

“Best man leaving early?” you finally said, shyly asking. He nodded and looked away.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, cutting you off before you could even say anything.

“I was invited, well not just me really, Ian and I were…” your voice trailed off as your husband's name left your lips. Again, he nodded.

Ah yes, Ian. Sherlock knew more than you. He is decent enough, this Sherlock could guarantee. But not decent enough to leave you on your own for days, even weeks or months on end while he was traveling the world on some sort of opera tour. Sherlock didn't care enough to dig for more details.

All he knew was deep seated anger and sadness.

And this resonated through the walls of the second floor of 221B Baker Street for months. Your wedding invitation sent for him lay hopeless on his desk, waiting to be written on to confirm his invitation. He was about to decline after finally making a decision that went on for weeks, only to find out it was pointless to respond because your wedding was already done.

And so, he threw the invitation in the fire. He watched as the intricate paper got swallowed by the flames, melting into ashes, into nothing. He was mesmerized by it. How something could be nothing because of the burning flames.

He was shaken from his thoughts when he saw your hand, holding a packet of cigarettes. You were offering him one and Sherlock accepted. You sat down again on the bench and he followed, allowing a few inches between you.

Quietly, the two of you smoked. Avoiding glancing or talking. You were caught up in a trance and were shaken out of it when you felt movement. Sherlock stood up and stepped on the cigarette. His shoe dug into the grass as the last of the embers glowed.

“Going somewhere?” you asked.

“Home.” he replied, his voice deep.

“I could drive you.” you offered.

“No thank you. I’ll catch a cab.” he replied, slowly walking away.

“Sherlock, wait, please—” you caught up with him and offered to drive him once more. He declined and you almost gave up.

His figure faded into the darkness when you cried out, “Sherlock, I'm sorry.”

Tears flooded your eyes and you couldn't help. It fell from your eyes, flowing down your face. Everything was blurry and you felt your hands shaking from the nicotine and from the adrenaline of your apology.

“It's been 12 years, Y/N,” he replied. “Why are you saying sorry now?”

“Because…”

“You will not tempt me to play one of your games, Y/N. Not this time. Not ever again.”

“Sherlock, please,”

“I'm sorry? Is that all you could think? You left me, Y/N,” he cried. And now you see his face. Anger, despair, and longing painted his face,

“You left me first!” you accused him. He really did.

“And yet you couldn't wait for me, couldn't you? All the promises I made—”

“Were gone as soon as you disappeared, Sherlock.”

“Oh ye of little faith!” he said, his voice booming.

“Sherlock,” you breathlessly begged. “I'm sorry.”

Sherlock heard you, and saw your eyes. He hated you for marrying someone else, but what he hated most is seeing you cry. He pulled out his handkerchief from his jacket pocket and dabbed your face, wiping away the tears. He pulled you into his embrace, just like he did back then. When your cries died down, he pulled away then planted a kiss on your temple.

“We would never work out. You're happier with him.” Sherlock said.

“I realized that what he had, was all that it was. Nothing more, nothing less. We burned too fast until we became nothing, Y/N.” he continued.

“I loved you,” you whispered.

“And I did too. So much.” he said, his voice breaking.

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[m4ndysk4nkovich]

I don't recall it being mentioned on the show, but what do you think young Ian's, Mickey's and Debbie's gay awakening would be?

well, ian’s awakening was mentioned twice, and it was justin timberlake (which i find to be hilarious). it’s one of those things where the writers can’t keep the character’s ages straight but they can remember shit like young ian’s justin timberlake obsession. i imagine that fiona was into nsync as a teenager, and that subsequently made ian kind of a fan of nsync also😭 i wholeheartedly believe that in that magazine we saw lip find in season 1 were pictures of justin timberlake.

mickey is a little harder because i genuinely do not know. it would be super cute if his awakening had been ian when they were kids (threatening to stab ian because the poor kid asked for a pencil back in the third grade), but i feel like the fact that he didn’t remember ian playing little league with him makes me rule that out. if anything, the awakening in question wasn’t really him being like “holy shit i like dick” it was more that he had seen his brothers with girls and had tried being with girls, but he never felt anything. we know that something happened with him and karen, and how could we forget about angie zago? he probably just tried to have sex with girls and realized he didn’t really get anything out of it, but he refused to admit he was gay, so he acted like he just thought love was stupid (i remember he used to have a poster that said something like “fuck love” back in season 1).

with debbie, we technically witnessed her “gay awakening”, except you couldn’t pay me enough to say that alexandra was debbie’s gay awakening. no fucking way. my personal belief is that holly herkimer was debbie’s gay awakening. you know, her friend on-and-off for the first five seasons? holly wasn’t great, she was a bad influence and ultimately fucked debbie up even more- but i still believe that debbie had a crush on her. debbie was mesmerized by holly, desperately wanted holly’s approval and attention, and basically did whatever she told her to. i just feel like there was more than just admiration there, holly was her first crush. but much like mickey, there were little signs like her deteste for porn (canon) and confusion surrounding liking boys.

[sunshinesmebdy]

Moon in Libra: Charm Your Way to Business Balance and Financial Harmony

Ah, Libra! The sign of the scales, the diplomat, the master of aesthetics. When the Moon dances through this air sign, prepare for a potent blend of grace, diplomacy, and a quest for equilibrium in all aspects of life, including your business and finances. So, buckle up, entrepreneurs and financiers, because under Libra’s moonlit skies, we’re about to waltz our way to success.

Business Benefits:

Collaboration Charisma: Libra’s Moon makes you a collaboration pro. Charm investors, negotiate win-win deals, and foster partnerships that feel less like contracts and more like cosmically ordained alliances. Think “power couple,” not “solopreneur.”

Forget the lone wolf; under Libra’s Moon, you’re a celestial Casanova ready to charm the socks off potential partners. Investors swoon at your pitches, negotiations become elegant waltzes, and collaborations blossom like cosmically ordained power couples. Ditch the cutthroat deals; Libra favors win-win scenarios, forging partnerships that feel less like contracts and more like destiny dancing to the rhythm of shared success. So, put on your collaboration crown, unleash your diplomatic charm, and watch your business reach new heights, hand-in-hand with your perfectly matched entrepreneurial dream team.

Branding Brilliance: Channel your inner Venus and unleash your branding magic. Craft a visually stunning image that reflects your values and resonates with your ideal clientele. Remember, first impressions matter, and under Libra’s influence, you’ll make them swoon.

Unleash your inner Venus under the Libra Moon and watch your brand shimmer like a celestial runway. Craft visuals that are as captivating as a sunset, as balanced as a perfectly poised scale, and as unique as your soul. Think sleek fonts that dance with your message, color palettes that reflect your values, and imagery that speaks directly to your ideal client’s desires. Remember, first impressions are like love at first sight — under Libra’s influence, you’ll make them swoon, leaving them mesmerized and ready to say “I do” to your brand.

Conflict Calming: Tensions arise? No sweat! Libra’s Moon equips you with the grace of a celestial mediator. Navigate disagreements with diplomacy, find common ground through active listening, and watch disputes dissolve like mist under a morning sun.

Tensions simmering? Fear not, for under Libra’s Moon, you become a diplomat extraordinaire! Navigate disagreements with the finesse of a cosmic ballerina, your words as soothing as moonlit waves. Practice the art of active listening, transforming clashing cymbals into harmonious chimes. With each empathetic utterance, you’ll find common ground, watch anger melt like morning mist, and leave everyone feeling like winners bathed in the warm glow of Libra’s celestial peace treaty.

Customer Care Captivation: Turn customer service into an art form. Anticipate their needs, personalize your interactions, and make them feel like the VIPs they truly are. Libra’s Moon helps you build lasting loyalty through genuine connection, not just empty platitudes.

Forget customer service scripts; under Libra’s Moon, you’re a maestro of client captivation! Anticipate their needs like a cosmic concierge, weave personalized interactions that sparkle like moonlit threads, and treat them like the VIPs they are. Forget hollow platitudes, embrace genuine connection. Build loyalty through empathy, not empty promises, and watch your customers become not just patrons, but raving fans, drawn back by the irresistible charm of your authentically Libra-ian customer service magic.

Financial Fortunes:

Balanced Budgets: Libra craves harmony, and that extends to your finances. Use this lunar phase to re-evaluate your budget, seeking that sweet spot where income and expenses dance in perfect equilibrium. No more feast-or-famine cycles!

Ditch the financial rollercoaster; under Libra’s Moon, it’s time to tango with budget balance! Reimagine your finances as a celestial equilibrium, where income and expenses pirouette in perfect harmony. Libra craves fairness, so dissect your spending with a cosmic accountant’s eye, trim unnecessary frills, and adjust income streams like tuning the strings of a financial harp. Watch the feast-or-famine cycles fade like a forgotten melody, replaced by a serene symphony of sustainable, balanced budgeting. Breathe easy, entrepreneurs, for financial harmony awaits under Libra’s moonlit scales.

Debt Diplomacy: Stuck in a financial tango with debt? Don’t despair! Libra’s Moon empowers you to negotiate like a pro. Renegotiate terms, seek repayment plans that feel fair, and find creative solutions that leave everyone feeling like winners.

Debt may feel like a tango with quicksand, but Libra’s lunar embrace gives you the agility to sway in your favor. Renegotiate with charm, seek balanced repayment plans, and unleash your creative flair. Remember, a tango takes two, and finding solutions that leave everyone feeling triumphant keeps the music dancing. So, shed the shackles of despair, channel Libra’s grace, and dance your way out of debt with a win-win flourish.

Investments with Ethics: Ditch the get-rich-quick schemes and embrace ethical investing under Libra’s discerning gaze. Research companies that align with your values, prioritize sustainability, and seek long-term stability over short-term gains. Feel good about where your money goes, and watch your portfolio blossom with purpose.

Ditch the financial rollercoaster, entrepreneurs! Under Libra’s celestial sway, your budget transforms into a graceful tango, income and expenses spinning in perfect equilibrium. This lunar tango craves fairness, so grab your cosmic abacus and dissect your spending with an eagle eye. Prune away unnecessary frills, adjust income streams like tuning a celestial harp, and watch the feast-or-famine cycles fade like a forgotten waltz. In their place, a serene symphony of sustainable balance rises, leaving you breathing easy and waltzing hand-in-hand with financial harmony under Libra’s glimmering scales.

Unexpected Collaborations: Keep your eyes peeled for unexpected partnerships that can boost your financial fortunes. Collaborate on projects that leverage your combined strengths, share resources strategically, and witness your income climb as you rise together like the celestial tides.

Keep your cosmic radar pinging, entrepreneurs, for under Libra’s moonlit sky, unexpected partnerships shimmer like hidden treasure. These aren’t random alliances; they’re divinely orchestrated duets where your strengths merge with complementary brilliance. Think yin and yang, moon and stars, two businesses rising like the celestial tides on a wave of shared resources and strategic synergy. Collaborate on projects that ignite your mutual passions, where your combined expertise paints a masterpiece across the financial canvas. Witness your income climb as you rise together, hand-in-hand, a testament to the power of Libra’s moonlit matchmaking magic.

Bonus Tip: Embrace the beauty of Libra! Surround yourself with art, music, and inspiring spaces. Treat yourself to a new outfit that reflects your brand, and remember, sometimes, a little self-care is the best investment you can make.

So, there you have it! The Moon in Libra is your invitation to charm your way to business success, find financial balance, and collaborate your way to prosperity. Remember, success is a beautiful duet, not a solo act. So, find your perfect business partner, raise a glass (or a latte) to financial harmony, and let Libra’s moonlit waltz guide you to a fulfilling and abundant future.

[heymacy]

it's weekly tag game wednesday thursday! i was tagged (and/or mentioned) by so many sweethearts, namely @jrooc, @creepkinginc, @doshiart, @mybrainismelted, @deedala,

@gardenerian, @blue-disco-lights, @spookygingerr, @thepupperino, @stocious,

@vintagelacerosette, & @palepinkgoat 💛 I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH (and if i missed anyone bc of the glitch i am so, so sorry!!!)

how did you get into the fandom? a friend of mine on twitter DM’d me a gallavich compilation video in mid-2020 and said “i think you might really like this show” — i’d tried watching it before in 2018 but only made it to 1x06 which is a CRIME. can you imagine if i’d kept going? insanity. anyway. the worms got me, i made a new tumblr in october 2020, and the rest is history ✨

how long have you been here? 3.75 years and counting

what’s the first fandom channel you found? (Youtube, Reddit, Tumblr, Insta, Twitter, FB, other?) YouTube, then tumblr

what’s your favourite now? tumblr now and forever

which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom? @7x10mickey — hi lizzie! ily lizzie!

which tumblerino’s did you have your first fandom crush(es) on and wanted to get to know? funny you should ask! my very first fandom crush was the beautiful, talented, spectacular @gardenerian. i was mesmerized by their gifs and their playlists and wanted to be their friend so i messaged them requesting a gif set based on a song from the show. cut to 3.5 years later and i’m packing a suitcase to visit them for the second time in a month. life is funny like that!

first Gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember) The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher by @goodkwuestion. read it in like 3 days flat. one of the best pieces of literature, fanfiction or other, that i’ve ever read

first fan art that blew your mind? i don’t remember exactly which one but it was definitely one by @steorie — one of the first artists i followed in the fandom!

fanfic trope that you were sure wasn’t for you but now you low key (or high key) love? echoing @deedala (who also knows how deep it goes) and saying SPORTS AU!!!!!! boy oh boy. i am IN THE TRENCHES

what surprised you most about this fandom? how kind and considerate everyone is. i’ve never been a part of a community that is so welcoming and warm and it makes me all fuzzy (positive)

moment in the show (or YT vids if you’re one of those) that you fell in hyperfixation with Gallavich? the club kiss (though i was fixated after 1x07 i will not lie to y’all)

ian or mickey? i’m saying both and you can’t stop me!!!!

which Gallagher or Milkovich are you? fiona. hot mess, waffle knit henley tees, dreams of owning a laundromat, comes from a chaotic family, eldest daughter syndrome, always ugly crying for one reason or another

tags below the cut!

@too-schoolforcool, @mmmichyyy, @transmickey, @sam-loves-seb, @darlingian,

@deathclassic, @energievie, @michellemisfit, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @sleepyheadgallavich,

@crossmydna, @tanktopgallavich, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @the-rat-wins, @transmurderbug,

@lee-ow, @callivich, @kiinard, @sluttymickey, @thisdivorce,

@xninetiestrendx, @y0itsbri, @captainjowl, @arrowflier, @astaraels,

@ardent-fox, @wehangout, @gallapiech, @roryonic, @mickittotheman,

@jademickian, @solitarycreaturesthey, @spacerockwriting, & @rayrayor

[smoshyourheadin]

Could u do a spencer fic where it’s like him playing guitar in a band and like the smosh team go to support him? Kinda like a guitarist x audience typa moment cause I miss spencer’s guitar lives! :(

to spencer

pairing: spencer agnew x smosh family

a/n: non x reader fic BUT ohmygod i love them. theyre so cute. i could CRY! requests open <3

the small venue buzzed with anticipation as spencer and his band took the stage, guitars gleaming under the spotlights. the familiar hum of tuning and the soft murmur of the crowd filled the air, blending into an atmosphere charged with excitement.

among the audience, the smosh team clustered near the front, eager to support their friend. courtney nudged shayne with a grin. "can't wait to hear spencer play. it's been too long!"

shayne nodded enthusiastically, eyes fixed on the stage where spencer stood, his fingers poised over the strings of his favorite guitar. nearby, ian and anthony exchanged nods of approval, ready to enjoy the music.

as spencer strummed the opening chords, a wave of melody washed over the crowd, drawing everyone into the rhythm of the music. his fingers danced across the fretboard with practiced ease, each note ringing clear and true.

"god damn, he's really in his element," tommy remarked.

"yeah, you can tell he loves what he's doing," arasha added, eyes sparkling with admiration.

the songs flowed one into another, each one a testament to spencer's skill and passion. his guitar solos were mesmerizing, weaving intricate melodies that seemed to lift the audience to another plane.

as his fingers danced across the neck of his guitar to ‘all along the watchtower’ by jimi hendrix, damien found himself nodding along, caught up in the infectious energy of the performance. "he's killing it up there."

nearby, shayne grinned. "that's our spencer."

as the set reached its climax, spencer's fingers flew over the strings in a final flourish, the music crescendoing to a thunderous applause. the crowd erupted in cheers, voices raised in appreciation for the unforgettable performance.

backstage, the smosh team waited eagerly as spencer and his bandmates returned, a little sweaty but elated from the show.

courtney was the first to hug him, beaming with pride. "you were amazing, spencer!"

"seriously, dude, that was awesome," alex added, clapping him on the back.

spencer grinned, a mix of relief and happiness evident in his expression. "thanks, guys. it means a lot that you came out to support."

chanse nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face. "wouldn't have missed it for the world."

outside, the night air was cool and crisp, stars twinkling overhead. the smosh team lingered for a moment longer, savoring the camaraderie and the shared experience of a night filled with music and friendship.

"here's to more nights like this," courtney said, raising her imaginary glass.

"to spencer," damien added, echoing the sentiment.

they clinked their imaginary glasses together, and spent the night praising their own musical genius.

[lupeloto]

galladrabbles no180

@galladrabbles time with a song prompt "prison of passion" from @shippergirl121fic ! i wrote something based off of the line "i'm leaving the world behind"

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“We gotta get up at some point, Red,” Mickey chuckles, nuzzling further into Ian’s arm.

Ian tightens his grip around Mickey, his fingers tracing small circles on his bare skin. “Whyyy,” he groans, “Let’s just blow off today,” his voice muffled as he buries himself into Mickey's neck.

Mickey faces him, mesmerized by his lashes and freckles illuminated by the Sun peeking through the window panes. “Deal,” he smirks, “I got something’ you can blow off in the meantime.”

“Oh i’m sure you do,” he laughs, tackling Mickey onto his back, bringing their lips together through broken fits of laughter in their own sanctuary, leaving the world behind them.

[moonmeg]

Hold up! Did I miss something?! At some point I think I remember that you said that Ian might have a partner in the future. But now in the last ask you just casually revealed teir name! Did I miss something? Did you already talk about a partner or will that be in the future? I miss Ian anyway so I'm thrilled.

After a busy day Ian, once again assigned market-duty for he's the best salesman in the family, packs up all products.

He sold majority of what they had to offer. His charisma was a fantastic aid in the sale. Any of his siblings would've been thrilled had they achieved this. Ian, however, saw no reason for feeling that. It was always the same. Majority sold, conversations with the people, smiling and pretending all is well, unrequited love and just another "great night". He was so tired of it.

Blair fell in love young and was happily married for over 20 years now. Same with Neil. Keith had a loving husband. Maisie too. Heck, even Edan was a sort of father to that lonely girl he found in the hay after a storm. They all had something he didn't and it became more and more difficult to fight his envy. He didn't want to be that kind of brother. He wanted to be supportive and joyous. His siblings were happy...

Maybe he just wasn't meant for it. Maybe he'll never be good enough to be more than just someone to keep the bed warm. Maybe he should just give up at last. He was in his mid-thirties by now. How much more hope can there be left?

He sighed as he placed the last box on the wagon.

"Wait!"

Ian turned around. The call came from an approaching black haired person. Although the hair seemed more blue-tinted in this light.

"Wait! Oh no, please don't say I'm too late!", they came to a halt.

"For the sale?"

Catching their breath they didn't answer right away. They cleared their throat and looked up at Ian, immediately mesmerized at the sight

"Wow- I mean-", another throat clearer, "I'm new here and heard about this stand and I meant to get my groceries but damned little me of course got caught up in something else and then of course I mixed up your closing times and I'm so late now, aren't I?"

Ian couldn't form and answer in his mind. He simply stared perplexed, trying to process the flood of information this stranger just shared.

"Damn it!", the stranger cussed out frustrated.

After a moment of silence Ian met the icy blue eyes of the stranger. He wanted to say something but caught himself thinking about the beauty those eyes had to them instead.

The stranger sighed and already opened their mouth to speak but Ian interrupted.

"We're here everyday. Ye can come by tomorrow."

"No, no, you misunderstand. Today was my only free day for buying groceries during opening hours."

"Oh."

"Well, maybe you can tell me if there's some other place I could-"

"There's some stuff left. If ye tell me what ye need I'll pack a bag for ya.", Ian gestured at the wagon.

"You would?" the strangers eyes lit up, sparkling at Ian like a sky of stars.

"Aye. I only need to know what ye want.", Ian gave his typical cocky grin.

The stranger searched their pockets hurriedly before handing Ian a piece of paper with a list. Ian began to read the products from top to bottom and drew a spell circle to insert all items in a bag. He let the bag float over to the dark haired stranger and let them take it.

"We dinna sell herbs so that's missin' but otherwise here ye go.", he commented.

"That's fine! You did more than enough already! Thank you so much!"

"Ah not worth a mention."

"No, I mean it!", the stranger beamed, "How much do I owe?"

Ian eyed as they brought out a small linen bag of snails. The metal coins clinking inside upon any movement. Accepting the payment now would mean redoing the snail log and possibly even recalculate the change box. He really didn't want to do that now and delay his return home further. Moreover though, there was something about this dark haired stranger with the icy eyes and sunshine smile before him. He couldn't quite explain it but he thought them likable. He'd sworn off romance but who said anything about romance. It could just stay a nice acquaintance. A friendship in the best case.

"It's on the house.", Ian smiled.

"What?", the stranger stared with big eyes.

"Welcome to the town."

Ian gave no room for argument. He climbed the wagon and already took the reins in hand. Perplexed by everything that was happening the stranger called out a "Wait!".

"Mr. Bower, I assume? I-"

"Ian."

"Ian, I... I don't know- I...", trying to sort their thoughts and form a coherent sentence the stranger yielded to a sheepish smile, "Thank you. Just... thank you."

Ian smiled.

"Ye're more than welcome, ...?", he raised his eyebrows, gesturing he wanted the name of the stranger too.

"Oh, right, sorry. I'm Val."

"Ye're more than welcome, Val. Lovely makin' yer acquaintance.", Ian winked in his usual manner before slowly bringing the wagon to move.

"Yours too!", Val called out.

This wouldn't remain their last meeting.

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Although Ian was incredibly cautious to not catch feelings the more time passed, it would remain just an attempt. He didn't want to end up in the to-him dreadful situation of only being desirable for intimacy without commitment. He wanted the commitment and was at a point where intimacy was connected to rejection. It happened often enough he'd develop feelings, be intimate with his crush in hopes there might actually be romance involved but his love would always remain unrequited. So he avoided it entirely at some point. When he noticed Val and him got closer, (joke) flirted and Val began to mean something to him, he told them that if they didn't want more of him than that intimacy it would be better they stop seeing each other.

Confused, Val reached his hand and assured Ian they haven't even thought about him in that sense. Val wanted to be with Ian too but in a different way. They actually wanted to commit and be Ian's romantic partner before a sexual one.

They got married fairly recently. Makenna was 20, Feya 18, and Micah 15 (they are now 21, 19 and 16)

Also! Ian and Val allowed to bring a +1 and you can guess three times who Micah took as his +1 and faced boyfriend allegations with the entire reception through :D

[ultraericthered]

Tier Ranking meme for Sonic the Hedgehog franchise villains.

Given how large and vast this franchise is, it took me quite a while to put together! (Scourge the Hedgehog fans, Please Do Not Interact) S Tier - Dr. Ivo Robotnik/Eggman Classic, Dr. Ivo Robotnik/Eggman Modern, Julian Kintobor/Robo-Robotnik/Ivo Robotnik (Archie Comics), Metal Sonic (All Versions), Dr. Zachary, and Dr. Finetivus.

A Tier - Dr. Ivo Robotnik/Eggman (OVA Anime), Dr. Eggman (Boom), Dr. Ivo Robotnik/Eggman (Paramount Pictures), Gerald Robotnik (Paramount Pictures), Shadow the Hedgehog (Paramount Pictures), Shadow the Hedgehog (SA2), Rouge the Bat (SA2), Heavy King, Erazor Djinn, the Metallix Empire, Ixis Naugus (Archie Comics), A.D.A.M, Dark Enerjak, Walter & Wendy Naugus, and Clutch the Opossum.

B Tier - Dr. Ivo Robotnik (AoStH), Dr. Ivo Robotnik/Eggman (IDW Comics), Mr. Dr. Eggman (Sonic Prime), Fang the Hunter/Nac the Weasel, Sage, Captain Whisker & Johnny, Dark Queen Merlina, Commander Brutus, Chaos (Fleetway Comics), Captain Claw, Snively Kintobor (SatAM & Archie Comics), Lien-Da, Kragok, Breezie (Archie Comics), Hypnobot, Shadow the Hedgehog (Boom), Mimic the Octopus, Surge the Tenrec and Kitsunami the Fennec, Rusty Rose, Knuckles the Dread, Miles "Nine" Prower, and Agent Stone.

C Tier - Dr. Julian Robotnik (SatAM), Dr. Ivo Robotnik (Fleetway Comics), Dr. Ivo Robotnik/Eggman (Dash & Spin!), Dr. Ivo Robotnik/Eggman (Sonic X), Chaos, Gerald Robotnik (SA2), Black Doom, Void, Emerl/Gemerl, King Arthur, Infinite, Grimer, Emperor Ko-Dorr, Locke the Echidna, Helmut von Stryker, the Xorda, Rouge the Bat (Archie Comics), the Egg Bosses, the Shellbreaker Crew, T.W. Barker, Morpho, Dixon, and Dr. Starline.

D Tier - Dr. Ivo Robotnik (Sonic Adventures), Dr. Eggman (manga), Momma Robotnik, Dr. Warpnik, Ixis Naugus (SatAM), Great Battle Kukku XV, Wendy Witchcart, Imperator Ix, the Babylon Rogues, Mephiles the Dark, Dark Gaia, Black Dragon, Megatox, Captain Plunder, Vermin the Cybernik, Boss Krouch, Mammoth Mogul, Geoffery St. John, Dimitri/Enerjak, Kage von Stryker, Nic the Weasel, Uma Arachnis, the Lightning Bolt Society, Nominatus, and Charlie & Belinda.

E Tier - Lord Robotnik (Underground), the Biolizard, King Boom Boo, Nega Mother Whisp, Iblis, Ifrit, Eggman Nega, the Deadly Six, The End, Wes Weasley, Dr. Brandon Quark, Katella the Space Huntresss, the Evil One, Max Gamble, Fleabyte the Bounty Hunter, Super Sonic, Crocbot, Warlord Kodos, Hunter, Eclipse the Darkling, Dark Oak, the Froglodytes, Jack Sinclair, and the Buyer.

F Tier - Dr. Eggman-In-Name-Only (Sonic 06), Lyric the Last Ancient, Mesmer the Goat, Omen the Rat, Trogg/Shirob, Death-Trap, Princess Kupacious, Colonel Percy Granite, Agent X, the Leaf, Doctor Genius, King Sonic, Drago Wolf, Sleuth Doggy Dog, Dr. Ian Droid, Mecha "M" Robotnik, Evil Sonic/Scourge the Hedgehog, Fiona Fox, Rosie the Rascal, Thrash the Devil, the Iron Dominion, King Shadow, and the Sand Blasted Freedom Fighters.

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Hi! I watched the 2003 pride and prejudice and it was so cute!!! I love that Wickham gets arrested (though he runs away too lol). I thought for a moment that Elizabeth actually did throw water on Darcy's face 💀. Both of them were very cute and I loved how their first meeting was them arguing over books. Bingley was so funny though 🤣🤣 I can watch another hour of him 😂

Hi!

I'm so glad you liked it! It has so many funny and clever bits. Wagner for the Vicious and the Las Vegas chase scene always gets me in stitches. Mr. Collins being The WorstTM in the ways he's supposed to be The WorstTM. His ending with Mary. Lydia's ending is actually good and makes sense in the context of the whole movie rather than being a hanging modernization. This movie came out before both Bride & Prejudice and Pride & Prejudice (2005). It's mesmerizing to me, faultless in spite of all its faults XD

I also saw you really liked B&P!!!! MY BELOVED. I was (and still am to a degree) obsessed with that movie. I have watched the different extras and such many times. People often criticize Martin Henderson as Darcy for being bland (but I think the whole point is that he's playing White Guy in a Non-White-Guy Movie. It'd be like calling Ian from My Big Fat Greek Wedding bland), or the fact that Darcy and Lalita have this sort of enchanted dating period before the proposal (which I think is a legitimate change to make) or that the movie reproduces the same sort of "taming" of India to make it palatable that it denounces (this one I feel is pretty legitimate).

The OST has so many songs in English because the movie was a British-Indian production (the director, Gurinder Chadha, had already made a hugely successful movie the same way, Bend it Like Beckham --which I suppose would only ring a bell now to millennials around my age and a bit older and say nothing to you unless you are a Keira Knightley stan sdfsfa).

Originally the movie was supposed to open with Marriage Into Town, which was a long (over 10 minutes) sequence that included character introductions and such, but they decided in the end it would give audiences the impression that the movie was an opera musical, so they reorganized the whole thing (it was released on DVD extras).

Martin Henderson did actually sing for this movie, but his pieces were cut; he sung a duet with Aishwarya called Arrogance, Pride, and Vanity that was meant to go after the argument they had in Goa, but it was cut out of the movie because it felt like it was overcrowding with the Ashanti number that follows almost immediately. As much as I understand Ashanti was a big hook for the movie, I think it does date the movie a lot, and I would have much preferred that the cut had gone the other way around. Alas. Still it was also made available as DVD extra and it is great. Because they did cut that song, they also decided to cut both their verses in the Take Me To Love reprise that goes through the dating montage. Again, another loss (and again another thing we were mercifully given, this time in the OST album).

What else... ah, Naveen Andrews is my favorite Bingley ever (the only valid to me with 1980, despite how hilarious I think Mormon!Bingley is in his own movie) XD

Of the song numbers, most people I know seem to love No Life Without Wife the most, but to me it's... the other way around XD it's so difficult to pick favourites. Cobra Dance is hilarious. Take Me To Love is touching. Balle Balle is a riot. The whole thing is so energetic and so mid 2000s and so so so so so nostalgia to me, very beloved.

[catgrassplantdad]

Ian fucking Mickey up against the wall, mickeys legs over Ian’s arms but best of all the unbreakable eye contact between the gasps and moans 😭🥵

It's something Mickey always finds himself going completely pliant from. Just how strong Ian is, how easy it is for him to hold him like this while jackhammering up into him. Weak from it, feeling a little floaty not just from how good it feels, but also from this, from the sense of getting to let go, to get to be held, he can't help but let his eyes slip shut.

"Look at me."

Cutting through the haze, slowing his hips so they're just pumping steady and even, more focused, an inch-by-inch drag up into him, Ian's voice is rough. It's demanding, and Mickey can't help but succumb.

He floats ever higher. He opens his eyes.

Ian is ravenous, pleased, fucking beautiful. How could he look away now?

Mickey gasps with the force of it when Ian picks it back up and fucks him like he's just getting started, like this is nothing for him, Mickey's body jerking up and down the wall with it, his legs bouncing where they're flung over Ian's arms.

And all the while, he takes him in. He cries out and he moans and he's lightheaded as hell, but he's transfixed. Dark, glittering eyes, nostrils flaring, jaw set, brow furrowed, Ian looks like he's going to fucking devour him and Mickey can't tear his eyes away.

God, he's mesmerizing. He's fucking gorgeous, and he told him to look, and Mickey keeps looking. He keeps looking when it starts to feel like it's too much, the way Ian's hitting him inside making the sparks going off in him burst into fireworks, making his toes curl, making him lose his breath.

He keeps looking when he cums explosively, gasping and digging his fingers into the back of his neck, moans stuttering and getting clipped-off with Ian's thrusts, Ian grunting like a fucking animal through it all.

Fucking somehow, he keeps looking when Ian turns them around and slams his back onto the bed, the two of them bouncing on the mattress, Ian folding him and fucking him and making him cry out weakly. He's still looking. And so is Ian. Watching him while he finds his release inside him, groaning, saying his name.

He keeps looking while Ian catches his breath and slips out. He keeps looking when Ian lays beside him, propped on his elbow and stroking his cheek with his thumb.

And just that is euphoric. The connection. Amplifying everything. Devotion, pleasure, all of it. It's achingly soft for how gloriously rabid this has been.

Until Ian finally draws him close, too close to see his face anymore. Cradled against him, breathing him in, Mickey finally lets his eyes slip shut again.

[mikhailosanlove]

Sugar

Gallavich Kinktober 2024 @gallavichthings

Situational Prompt:

34. Public

Dialogue Prompts:

28. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

33. “Suck on my fingers.”

25. “Look how good you take it”

Summary

Mickey and Ian met online and an arrangement of sorts has developed. Ian, who is rich, likes taking care of Mickey, buying him stuff and showing him off…..And Mickey, well Micky is very much OK with that. No other plot to speak of…...

AO3:

Sugar

Mickey wakes up alone, wrapped up in the soft and smooth sheets of Ian's huge bed.

Ian is the extremely hot, red headed adonis that Mickey has been seeing lately. His sugar daddy? Maybe. Mickey laughs to himself at the thought. Surely not? But Ian IS rich as fuck and he HAS really taken a shine to Mickey, might even be a little obsessed.

Mickey is fine with it. He’s making good bank hanging around with Ian.

Part of the deal seems to be that Ian literally puts large sums of money into Mickey's bank account. He “gifts" him money. Actual money. He also buys him lots of other gifts and gets him new clothes all the time (clothes that Mickey would never usually choose but he must admit, make him look pretty good), and lets him order all the room service he could ever want when they stay at hotels.

So yeah, whatever the deal is with Ian, it’s a good thing for Mickey.

Plus, Ian is hot as fuck. And he knows how to fuck. Jesus Christ, he knows how to fuck. He has a big fucking dick and he knows exactly what to do with it. Can make Mickey whine just thinking about that cock.

They met online a while back and had texted back and forth for nearly a month, flirting and swapping dirty pictures. Ian made it very clear, very early on that he was mesmerized by Mickey. That there was something about him that Ian just had to have. He started with the gifts soon after that and Mickey realised that Ian got a kick out of it. It turned Ian on to give stuff to Mickey. To reward him.

Ian started asking Mickey for more specific pictures, particular poses, certain props and stuff like that. Then he moved on to video requests. He would leave little requests for Mickey or little tasks that he wanted him to accomplish within the pictures and videos. Sometimes the requests were extremely fucking precise. Ian knew what he liked and he liked telling Mickey exactly what to do and how to do it and then he liked praising him afterwards. He liked telling Mickey he was a good boy and shit like that.

Mickey would have done it all for free to be honest. It wasn’t the kind of thing he thought he would have been into before - but with Ian he found it fucking hot. Mickey had found that he was really getting off on all the kinky shit that Ian wanted him to do. He liked pleasing Ian. He liked getting the praise. And the rewards weren't bad either...

So, by the time they finally met in person, the dynamic had been established and Mickey was fully on board with the little arrangement. And by the time he saw Ian up close and in person, (videos and pictures had nothing on the real thing) he was into the whole thing. Hook. Line. And sinker.

The first time they fucked was one of the most mind-blowing sexual encounters Mickey had ever experienced. Ian's deep voice telling him what to do, praising him when he complied and his hot, strong body moving Mickey wherever he wanted him. And that cock. Jesus that cock.

Anyway, from that point onwards Mickey was hooked and it continued like that. Ian called the shots. All the shots.

Ian liked Mickey to be available on demand. Sometimes Ian would text Mickey a time and place to meet, often with some instructions of what Mickey should wear or some other expectation he had. Other times a car would show up without warning and Mickey would be expected to go to Ian whenever he called for him.

Sometimes Ian would be in the car waiting for Mickey, ready to devour him as soon as he got in, totally indifferent to the presence of the driver or any other staff that might be there. Other times, Mickey would be picked up and there would be no sign of Ian for a while. Mickey would be brought somewhere, accompanied by some of Ian's staff while he waited, sometimes for hours, for Ian to be ready for him.

Mickey knew that Ian was very busy with his work. He didn't quite know exactly what Ian did or what kind of business he was involved in. Ian always gave vague answers to those types of questions. He would give out answers such as "imports/exports" or "investments". Whatever kind of business he was involved in, he was making a lot of money and he was very busy. Oh and another thing was very clear, Ian was definitely the boss.

Mickey rolled over in the expensive sheets and looked around the large room within the penthouse. Huge floor to ceiling windows displayed a stunning view over the Chicago skyline. Ian was so fucking loaded.

Mickey got up and went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and then he saw the note.

Morning baby.

You looked so good in bed, I didn't want to wake you.

Come to my office when you wake up,

I'm working but we can eat breakfast together.

Don't get dressed. Stay in your briefs. And wear the new robe.

xxx

Mmmm Mickey thought to himself, he was hungry and breakfast with Ian sounded good. He picked up the smooth, black, silk robe that Ian had given him the night before with his initials embroidered in gold, and slid it round his shoulders. It felt good. He felt good. He made his way to Ian’s office.

“Morning baby”, Ian called to Mickey from his huge dark oak desk as Mickey entered the office. Even from across the vast room, Mickey could make out Ian’s eyes turning dark at the sight of him, his mouth opening, his tongue wetting his lips. Their eyes locked and the electricity between them was palpable.

Mickey dropped his eyes after a beat and looked around the room, a little surprised to find it buzzing with activity. There were a few members of Ian’s staff around the big meeting table in the middle of the room, a few others hovering around Ian’s desk.

Ian’s staff were mostly all men, young men. Mickey recognised a few of them. One was the guy who always brought Mickey his fresh laundry, one was the one who cooked Ian’s food and designed his eating plan, and one was Ian’s assistant who often made Mickey’s travel arrangements or booked the hotels - he was now standing close to Ian, holding out a stack of documents for Ian to sign. Others were guys Mickey knew worked with Ian on business, whatever that involved.

“Morning” Mickey greeted nobody in particular and gave a little half wave around the room, receiving various nods in response. He suddenly felt very aware of himself and a little shy in his attire, pulling the robe tighter around his body. All the staff were in their normal day clothes, and here was Mickey, just in his underwear. Ian was already dressed in a fucking suit for Christ's sake.

“Come” Ian gestured for Mickey to come over to him and then patted his knee for him to sit on his lap and just like that Mickey forgot some of his self consciousness. Mickey licked his lips and smirked at Ian. Ian looked fucking hot in his stylish and expensive suit, looking all important and busy. He sat down on Ian's lap and snaked his arms around his neck.

“Hi” he said with another smile and planted a kiss on Ian's lips as he felt Ian’s big arms around his waist. Mickey knew that Ian liked this kind of thing. Mickey sitting on his lap and stuff like that and Mickey played up to it.

“You sleep ok?” Ian asked as he brushed some of Mickey's fly away hair from his forehead.

“Like a baby”

“I'm happy,” Ian grinned, “I like seeing you satisfied ”

With his eyes firmly on Mickey and never leaving, Ian picked up his near empty coffee cup from his desk and held it out while a staff member rushed over to refill it.

“And for you, Mr Milkovich?” The staff member looked at Mickey.

“Yes,” Ian answered for him, his eyes still stalking Mickey, “Mr Milkovich will have a black coffee with two sugars. But make it iced. It's hot today.”

Mmm OK. Iced coffee did sound pretty good right now. It was pretty hot.

Mickey fidgeted around on Ian's lap. Sure it was OK doing this for foreplay or whatever, but it wasn't exactly the most comfortable position.

“And to eat Mr Gallagher?”

Ian continued to stare hungrily at Mickey, never moving his eyes as he spoke to his staff, "Emmmm we will have pancakes I think. Mickey here likes pancakes. So bring a lot. And get the syrup. A lot of syrup. Anything else you fancy Mikhailo?"

Mikhailo? That was new.

"Sausage '' Mickey said suggestively as he stroked the back of Ian's neck and wriggled his eyebrows, already looking forward to finishing up this breakfast and getting Ian back to the privacy of the bedroom. Hopefully Ian would be able to get away from his work for a bit.

“Bring sausage” Ian called to his staff as he placed his hand on Mickey's bare thigh under the robe and rubbed softly up and down. “A lot of sausage”

Ian removed his hand from Mickey's thigh momentarily and reached for his coffee cup and took a sip. The coffee smelt good and Mickey wanted some too, didn't want to wait for the iced one Ian had coming for him. He playfully went to take Ian's cup from his hand and tried to take a drink.

"Ah ah" Ian said, waving his finger back and forth, "Not yet."

Hmmm. Ok then. Ian must have something in mind.

"I had a lot of fun last night." Ian said after setting his coffee back down on the table to a slightly perplexed and curious Mickey.

"I loved seeing the way you were so uninhibited" Ian's voice was low and it was stirring memories for Mickey of the night before, being held down by Ian. He felt his cock twitch ever so slightly and his legs fell open a little wider on Ians lap.

Ian placed his hand back on Mickey's thigh and they both watched as it traveled higher and higher up, caressing from outer to inner thigh and allowing the robe to fall to the sides exposing Mickey's thick milky white thighs.

Mickey caught his bottom lip in his teeth as Ian began pushing the legs of his boxers right up so that they were bunched up to the curve where his thighs met his ass cheeks and his thighs were fully on show. Mickey's cock was starting to get hard.

With one hand still caressing Mickey’s upper thighs, Ian curved his other hand around Mickey's waist and slipped it through the opening of the silk robe until it landed firmly on his hip, roaming up to his stomach and back down to his thighs.

Ian was caressing Mickey with such intent, all the time staring at him like he was his prey. His prize. Mickey could feel Ians cock hardening under his suit pants, firm against his ass and couldn't help but develop his own hard on at Ian’s touch. He was powerless around Ian. His touch was so powerful that every time Mickey felt it, he melted. Ian was so fucking hot and Mickey just could not get over being looked at and touched up in this way. The electricity he felt at Ians touch was scorching.

Ian's two hands continued to roam Mickey's body excessively. Over this stomach, his hips, his sides, back down to his thighs. Meanwhile Mickey melted further into Ian, leaning back into his chest while his breath got heavier.

Mickey looked down and watched as Ian’s two hands met over Mickey’s waist and slowly untied the belt of his silky black robe, letting it fall open completely exposing Mickey's body and his erection filled boxer briefs.

Mickey's initial instinct was to grab some of the robe to re-cover himself while looking around the room, remembering his surroundings and slightly snapping out of whatever trance he was quickly falling into with Ians touch. But Ian’s firm hands batted him away and allowed the robe to fall wide open so his hands could continue their exploration of the expanse of his body. His hands traveled further up to his chest and his neck, getting firmer as they went, grabbing whatever part of Mickey’s body they could.

Ian’s hands came back down to Mickey's pecks, where they began to grab and squeeze and pull at the skin. Ians fingers started to pinch his nipples, rubbing and rolling them, sending shivers over Mickey's body. His breath hitched further and he turned to see the smirk on Ians face.

Right then, the staff member/waiter approached Ian’s desk and came around to Ian’s chair where Mickey was splayed over his lap. A large glass full of ice and sweet coffee on a tray. Mickey was immediately embarrassed, his fucking boner was clearly visible through his boxers, his legs wide open and he was half naked for fucks sake with Ian groping his tits and pulling at his nipples.

Mickey moveed to straighten himself up on instinct but Ians firm arms locked him in place. And Ian didn’t falter, didn't move his hands from where they were, grabbing at Mickey's tits, nipples between his fingers. Instead, he looked directly up at the staff member, tells him to put the coffee on the desk and said thank you, while pinching Mickey's nipples even harder. More shocks and shivers radiate through Mickey's body and a little whine escapes his mouth. Jesus.

The waiter glanced down at Mickey, his eyes travelling up and down his exposed body before he nodded and walked away. Fuck. Ian didn’t seem to care who was looking at them, seemed to be getting a kick out of showing Mickey off, and making his staff embarrassed. Mickey looked around the room to the other staff who seemed to be mostly continuing on with their work, looking at their phones or laptops, seemingly used to looking the other way while Ian indulged himself.

Mickey decided he needs a drink of the coffee and reaches over to grab it but instead, Ian takes the glass and holds the straw up to Mickey's mouth for him to drink. The ice cold sweet coffee is refreshing and Mickey takes a gulp before smiling at Ian and turning his head to meet his lips. Ians tongue immediately licks inside Mickey's mouth and they kiss, sharing the cool sensation and tasting the coffee. As Ian continues to lick and suck at Mickey's mouth, he dips his fingers into the glass and pulls out an ice cube.

“Open your mouth for me, baby.” Ian says as he breaks the kiss. Mickey does what hes told and opens his mouth, his head rolling back on Ians shoulder and his eye lids hooded. Ians two fingers with the ice cube between them, slowly enter Mickey's mouth and push the ice cube around. “Suck on my fingers.” Ian commands as he pushes his fingers right to the back of Mickey's icy wet mouth. In and out, in and out as Mickey sucks.

Ian suddenly and a bit roughly pulls his fingers from Mickey's mouth and goes back to the glass of coffee for another one. This time, he brings it straight to Mickey's left nipple, lets the ice circle it and smirks as the nipple immediately stands erect and another shiver passes through Mickey's body. The ice cube travels over the right nipple circling there before tracing down Mickey's chest.

Mickey looks down at his own body, watches Ian’s hand move the ice, sees the glistening wet trail it's leaving behind, sees the sharp rise and fall of his chest and looks down to a wet patch of a different kind on his boxers. His dick is throbbing under his boxers. He thinks about covering himself again, but he's too far into this trance with Ian and he's powerless now, along for the ride. Ian will do what he wants with Mickey's body.

The second ice cube has almost melted and Ian leaves it to slide down Mickey's body as his fingers go back to the coffee glass for another. “We're gonna need another iced coffee” Ian says loudly to nobody in particular, without looking up. Mickey is aware of some movement among the staff in the room, moving to meet the demand.

Ian’s hands go straight to Mickey's crotch now. One hand pushing his legs open even further and the other bringing the ice to circle the tip of Mickey's leaking dick through his boxers, causing the existing wet patch there to expand. Holy fuck. Mickey's dick feels like it's going to explode. He involuntarily humps upwards chasing Ians touch, forgetting everything, craving, needing Ians touch.

Ian’s other hand starts to move lower, comes under Mickey's leg. Starts to peel back his boxers slightly. Under his ass. Mickey's hips move, start to circle, gently grinding down on Ian’s huge cock. The ice cube is now being trailed up and down Mickeys hard shaft by Ian’s right hand and he can feel the fingers of Ians left hand under his ass, creeping in through the peeled back boxers. Before he knows it, there's a finger there circling the rim of his asshole. Jesus fucking christ. Mickey is panting heavily now. His limbs are loose and he's practically sprawled over Ian, Ians strong arms still holding him in place. He feels Ian’s breath on his neck, a strong tongue licking up the column of his throat.

Suddenly Ian's right hand has passed the piece of ice to his left hand under his ass and now the ice cube is at the rim of his hole, circling there, through the pulled aside boxers while Ian sucks on his neck. Mickey barely registers the additional figure above them now, standing there with the second glass of iced coffee. It's hard for mIckey to focus on anything other than the sensations on his body, the ice at his asshole, the sucking on his neck, the tingling parts of his exposed body where the air is meeting the cool trail left by the ice, his nipples still hard and pointy.

“On the desk” Ian has pulled his mouth off Mickey's neck to give the order to his staff on where to put the coffee. As the waiter leans in to put the glass in front of Mickey, Ian pulls the boxers over to the side even more, exposing Mickey's hole and pushes the ice cube inside him. A full groan leaves Mickey's mouth as Ians fingers continue to push.

Mickey cant control his hips anymore. He's bucking up in the air and pushing back on Ians fingers, can hardly bear the feeling of the ice inside him and wants more at the same time. Next thing, Mickey hears a low growl from Ian and before he knows it Ians hands are pulling at his boxers, peeling them down his legs. Ian isn't actually going to take off Mickey's boxers right here in this office in front of these staff members is he?

“Off” Ian demands. OK, he is. This is happening. Ian maneuvers Mickey's body until the boxers are down at his feet and now Ian is reaching for his desk drawer and grabbing a bottle of lube and coating his fingers. He is back at the asshole, one finger inside touching the piece of ice in there, moving it around. Suddenly Ian pulls at Mickey's legs, pulls them up so his knees bend and his feet land on Ians thighs. He reclines further on the chair and moves his hand under Mickey's ass to pull his cheeks apart.

Mickey is absolutely fully exposed now. Everyone in the room is aware of what they are doing. And anyone who wanted to could see directly into Mickey's ass hole. Mickey doesn't bother to check who is watching. It half excites him, half terrifies him but he is in this deep already and now all he can think about is the electrifying feeling of Ian’s hands on him and the fingers pushing further into his hole.

Ians other hand moves back to his dick, holding the shaft firmly and stroking up and down, thumbing the slit. Mickey is panting loudly, his eyes rolling in his head and his hips moving around wildly. He can't believe this is happening.

“Look how good you take it” Ian whispers in Mickey's ear. “I'm proud of you”

Ians fingers in his ass are starting to pump faster and faster now, Mickey doesnt know how many are in there.

“OK enough. I need fuck you.”

Before he knows it, Mickys feet are back on the ground and he is being pushed forward, bent over Ians desk, strong hands holding him down.

He loves the feeling of the cool glass surface of the desk on his red hot cheek but the fingers are gone from his ass. Mickey is wild with want now, and needs something back in there.

He hears Ian’s zipper come down and feels the robe being shoved up over his ass and his ass cheeks being spread apart. Ok, he is about to get fucked right here in front of an audience. He briefly considers looking up, seeing exactly who is watching but then he feels Ian’s cock at his hole and he braces himself for what he wants.

Ian pushes in and Mickey is in heaven, its stretches and burns so fucking good and he is so turned on right now and so fucking full.

Ian starts to pound relentlessly. Working himself up to an almost frenzie.“So fucking good Mickey” his voice is fucking animalistic and he continues to talk as he fucks into him harder and deeper and faster. “I like fucking you whenever I want” “I like fucking your ass right here with my staff watching” “Everybody saw that amazing ass, saw how much you liked me fingering that asshole” “You look so good getting fucked here on my work desk.” “You look so good getting fucked while people are watching”, “So fucking good Mickey.”

Mickey cant hold on when he hears Ian talk like that as hes fucking him so good and so hard. He feels Ian’s hand back on his dick and almost immediately knows he's going to blow his load. Ian knows it too. He moves his other hand to grab at Mickey’s neck now, grabbing at his shoulders, pulling him up to a standing position, his left arm on his chest holding him up, his right arm pumping his dick furiously, holding him up on display as he pounds him from behind.

Mickey's whole body goes into spasm as he blows his load, feels like lightning shooting from his core as white streaks shoot out of his dick and spray across the desk in front of him. He tries to open his eyes but there is nothing but white, blurred vision. Ian thrusts hard one last time and grunts as he comes deep in Mickey's ass as Mickey just pants, floats, swims, sways, breathes.

A few minutes pass and Mickey is not sure what's happening in those moments. He feels Ian pulling out of his ass. Feels his come dripping out of his hole. Feels something wet and warm cleaning him. And then he's sitting on Ians office chair and Ian is pulling his boxers back up and wrapping him back up in his robe.

“I think we are ready for our pancakes now” Ian is calling to his staff. “And can someone come to clean this desk please?”

Ian bends down and gives Mickey a wet kiss, sucks his bottom lip a little and strokes his cheek. “You are fucking amazing Mickey”.

Mickey then looks around the room, properly looks. The staff are all returning to their tasks as if nothing ever happened. Ian hands Mickey his coffee with a smile and Mickey gulps it down. Gets his breath back. Thinks he's going to enjoy these pancakes now. He can hardly believe that just happened. But Jesus fuck it was hot.