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Love your questions 🥹 can you do 9 and/or 12 please 🤩?

Hi! 💖 (not sure if you are sharing your real name on here? so just to be on the safe side, I won’t write it)

I’m so glad you love the questions, thank you! 🥹

9. How often does the fireplace get used? (Is it ever turned off?!)

It’s clear that the fireplace is definitely in Ian’s top five reasons to rent that apartment (other reasons being them building a life together, privacy, the mattress that is sadly not included etc) So….I think it’s getting used a lot as soon as the days turn cold and the long nights creep in. Ian’s turning it on and giving Mickey a come hither look and Mickey is just making fun of Ian for being so horny for a fireplace. It’s not that great, at all.

Except it kinda is. Mickey likes seeing Ian being so weird about the fireplace. He likes seeing him be happy about anything. And they both like seeing each other in that soft, dim light of the fire. I think they get a bit tipsy one night and both go on and on about how handsome the other one is in front of the fireplace. It becomes such a habit that Mickey finds himself going to turn it on as soon as they get in the apartment after work. They’ll worry about the bill later. But he kinda thinks that this is worth it - being close with Ian, in front of a fireplace, happy and safe. Up to this point neither of them have ever enjoyed winter more than when they’re together, alone in front of the fireplace.

12. Who was the first one to consider giving the other one a Christmas present or wish the other one Happy Christmas?

It’s gotta be Ian. I think this might be one of those things that everyone in fandom agrees on? (However, I’d love to read ideas about if Mickey was the one…..) Ian was thinking about Christmas presents he wants to give Mickey even though he knows he doesn’t have the money and Mickey won’t accept them. But he’s day dreaming and wondering and at least at one point….genuinely considering if he can give Mickey something? Before deciding that no….he can’t. I don’t think he has any problem wishing Mickey ‘Happy Christmas’ though. So here’s a little something……

It’s getting late and it’s fuckin’ freezing. Ian knows they can’t drag this out any longer without getting frostbite. They’ve barely done anything but it feels a lot. Significant. Maybe…. After all, it’s Christmas in a few hours. That’s something right? Them spending Christmas Eve together. It’s something. Well, he wants it to be. Mickey’s acting bored but he keeps looking at Ian. Like he can’t look away for too long.

Ian can’t look away either. Why would he want to? He’d happily stare at Mickey forever if Mickey would allow it. He’s staring right now. Shit. He needs to stop, he needs to go home. Mickey takes one final drag of his cigarette and throws it on the ground, stubbing it out with his boot. He glances at Ian and it’s clear he’s about to make an excuse to go. Ian beats him to it.

“See ya soon, Mick?” Ian asks. He doesn’t let Mickey get a word in though, he’s striding off, looking over his shoulder as he smiles, “Happy Christmas!”

Mickey splutters, “Whatever.”

Ian walks a bit further and he can’t help but look over his shoulder once more. Mickey is looking all pained and Ian throws his middle finger up.

Mickey laughs, “Yeah, yeah, Merry whatever the fuck. You asshole.” He’s trying to hide a smile. But Ian can see it.

It’s a win, Ian thinks. It’s something.

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Her heels click on the pavement as she makes her way down the deserted street. She's got no goal in mind, just aimlessly walking through the city, the cold night making her pull her mantle tighter around herself.

She keeps her head down so she doesn't have to see the brightly colored lights, twinkling in the houses she passes. Happy families living their happy lives, celebrating that yearly event she can't stand herself. Maybe it would be different if she had someone waiting for her at home, but as it stands, it's just her, on her own.

That's fine by her. She's the only one she can rely on anyway. She's a strong, independent woman, and she knows what she wants, and right now, it's to disappear completely. She doesn't do parties, doesn't want to kiss people on the cheek, and hates having to listen to the same songs over and over on the radio.

If someone would decide to cancel Christmas forever, she would be fine with it. She scowls at the millionth decorated tree that blocks her path, making her veer off course. She takes a left, down a darker street, hoping to find more like minded people who aren't celebrating the holidays either.

She longs for a bit of home, a truly cold night, not this lukewarm air that smells of roast turkey and gingerbread. In the middle of the street, she pauses, peering around before snapping her fingers. White flakes drop from the sky like stars, glittering where they land on the back of her hand. She smiles.

She puts the hood of her mantle up over her long, flowing hair, enjoying it when her boots crunch as she steps through the snow. That's better. When she closes her eyes, it's almost as if she's back home again, not Chicago but Russia, where the winters can get really cold.

The snow forms its own mantle on the earth, cocooning her into a bubble of her own. It's quiet except for the ooh's and aah's of the people who come out of their homes to gawk at the snow. Maybe her plan has backfired a little bit.

Her path leads out onto a small square where she barely manages to dodge a snowball thrown by one of the screaming teens. It hits the wooden stall behind her and before anyone can accuse her of anything, she ducks behind a tree, filled with twinkling lights.

The rich smell of mulled wine and sausages drifts over from the various stalls that form a circle on the square. From her hiding spot, she watches a group of mostly boys attack each other with snowballs. There's not a coat free of a light dusting.

Ugh, boys! Like Christmas, she doesn't care much for them. She much prefers the curve of a woman, but the two boys she has her eye on are only interested in each other, and that she likes.

They’re not joining in on the snow fight with the others but stand to the side, their hands deep in their pockets, avoiding each other's gaze.

She rolls her eyes. Just kiss already!

She's not one to make any life changing decision on a whim and she doesn't believe in happy ever afters. Life is tough, but that's exactly why she feels like adding a sprinkle of happiness tonight.

With a wave of her hand, a scarf flutters down to earth and lands just behind the boys. Now she just needs them to turn around. She flicks her fingers and the man in the stall behind them calls out, "You boys want a hot chocolate? It's on the house!"

As if anyone can say no to that.

The boys turn on their heels, the redhead bending over to pick up the scarf. He looks around but there's no one it could belong to. With a pink blush and a sheepish grin, he hands it to the one with hair dark as the night.

At first, the kid tries to act cool and decline the gift, saying that he isn't that cold, but a sudden gust of wind makes him think twice, and he finally lets the freckled kid put the scarf around his neck.

The boys fetch their free drink and hold it with both hands, drinking it slowly, letting it warm them up from the inside out.

Maybe it warms her cold heart, too.

When the redhead gets whipped cream on his nose, the dark one laughs and reaches over to swipe it off with his thumb that he licks clean.

She envies it, the happiness these two seem to have, even when it's only the small start of something much bigger. She hopes to have something similar for herself one day.

Smiling at a job well done, she turns to leave, bumping straight into a young woman.

"Watch it!" they snap at the same time.

She holds back a laugh and looks, really looks, at the woman in front of her.

Long black hair, a nose ring, and eyes that shimmer with dark promises. It's enough to make her blush.

The woman drops the snowball that's been melting in her hands, ready to be thrown. She probably has to get back to the others but she's still here, in front of her.

She tries to think of a question, something to ask the woman, but the words get stuck in her throat.

Over the woman's shoulder, she sees the two boys walk away, their hands clasped tightly together, dangling between them. It gives her the courage she needs to finally speak.

What had worked for the two boys, might work for her.

"Would you like to go for a hot chocolate?"

The young woman is all smiles as she tucks her hair behind her ear. "Sure," she says, batting her long eyelashes at her. "I'm Mandy, by the way."

She feels warmer than she's done all day as she returns Mandy's smile tenfold. "Nice to meet you Mandy," she says, snapping her fingers behind her back. The hot chocolates begin to pour themselves. "I'm Svetlana."

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redraw/study work :3

and an excuse to draw 7x10!!!

reblogs are appreciated!!

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you’re such a fucking barbarian ( •̀ ‿•́ )

thank you ( ் ◡ ் )

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Sugar, I've developed a taste for you now - Sleep Token

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SHAMELESS | 3.11 – “Order Room Service”

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Mickey Milkovich + important moments at The Alibi through the years

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MICKEY MILKOVICH

4×07 - A Jailbird, Invalid, Martyr, Cutter, Retard, and Parasitic Twin

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“I’m in love with your body”

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part III

I. II.

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colour palette request by me for me

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Willow, hope you’re doing great! Just checking in and letting you know I miss Africa so much today (and everyday)!

Sending you lots and lots of love 🥰 ❤️

awh Nora thank you! 😭🥹🤗🧡

I've had so many new ideas for the next chapter! I've got some rewriting to do but this week is total chaos but I HOPE that the next few weeks are gonna be calmer and I get to write LOTS! 🤗

just for you, some gifs!

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Maybe it’s because he hasn’t experienced it before that, i think, the ferocity with which he dives into it and will defend it at any cost ― i think that makes for a really dynamic character and someone that you really root for. ― NOEL FISHER | Shameless sex/love