#mickey my best and worst buddy

[donald-duck-the-best-duck-rp]

Everyone thinks I like Mickey Mouse? You are so wrong, I don't love him at all, I'm still jealous of him because he stole all my glory in this world, and he would be nothing without me and Goofy. He will pay me! Joking aside, Mickey is my friend from Mousetown, but his best friend is Goofy, and I have my Caballeros friends and Gyro. So don't spread the word that Mickey is my boyfriend, because he isn't.

[starboye]

Toxic Lip Gallagher being your baby daddy that gets on your nerves, but he's the best lay you've ever had, and you can't resist letting him have his way with you whenever he visits.

he may have been a shitty boyfriend but he was an exceptionally good dad, especially to your kid, lip had gotten you knocked up in the early years and you both broke up after looks of shit went down

"hey buddy how was school today, got any good grade"

"it was good I got a 100 on my math test"

"that's amazing how 'bout you go wait in the car while I talk to dad"

you were happy he was taking care of his kid instead of abandoning so you had to give him props where props were due but still every time you did see him you usually ended up annoyed as fuck at his shenanigans

"you said you'd be here four hours ago"

"something came up"

"was that something at the alibi"

while he tried to be a good dad and not as shitty as frank was he still fell short in some places such as his drinking problem but he started getting it under control more and more

"tell you what how about i drop him off with Ian and mickey and I can come back and we can talk about this"

you knew the only talking that was gonna happen once he got back were going to be the sounds of your moans and please for him to fuck you harder and just as you thought that's what happened

lip having you bent over the couch slamming into your hole roughly, making you moan out like a porn star and he loved watching how he could still turn you into the fucking slut you used to be

"c'mon you see how the kid wants us to get back together, what's the worst that could happen"

"you getting me pregnant again"

"well he has been saying he wants a baby brother so we could try"

he always shot his idea of getting back together and having another kid with you, by now you were starting to think he really just wanted to see you waddling around with a belly full of his growing cum again

[shrenvents]

Miracle Aligner

Alex Turner Series

Series Masterlist

Summary: Who knew Alex Turner, frontman to one of the greatest bands of this generation had the worst luck in love. As a romantic who's quite familiar with heartbreak, Turner's grown sick of looking for a spark that will eventually burn him. So, while visiting a local pub, how was he supposed to know that a drunken Tuesday night, would change his sombre tune forever?

Inspired by the album Everything You've Come To Expect. Mature content (sexual acts, language) Original character.

Chapter one:

Aviation

Toronto, November 15, 2015

5:57 pm

Alex's POV

"That's enough Turner!" Zach yells over the various clamouring instruments. "You've been working on these songs for weeks and this was the best you got mate?" Jaime continues with a snort. "Yeah?" I huff, rolling my eyes.

Jaime and Zach exchange a knowing look before Zach pipes up again. "You know what Al? Why don't you call it a night, maybe go out, meet a few girls, have fun." He then glances to my right. "Miles you stay and finish your set."

"What's this?" I jest, bewildered by my bandmates.

"Sorry Al, the songs you've been writing these days just aren't the Shadow Puppets brand," Jaime trails off, looking more empathetic than his counterpart. My brows crease further into my eyelids and I dully unclasp the guitar strap from my shoulder. "My songs don't fit the 'brand' of my band?" I glare at them in disbelief as the two share another look.

"Sorry Al, but your material has been all doom and gloom these days." Miles now exclaims while avoiding my troubled expression. He pauses before continuing. "Your greatest hits are love songs, passionate shite." Miles's eyes then connect with my own, and I finally understand what he's implying. "It's been a while mate." His last statement was the final blow.

That's right, I haven't been with anyone for months, romantically, physically, and everybody knows it. These days I just find romance to be tiresome. Even a shag doesn't seem to excite me much anymore. I've simply gone mad, that's what it is.

Though they seem to have me all figured out, I refuse to give in to their remarks. "You lot have lost it. I'll come back when you've come to your senses!" I bark out while snatching up my guitar and jacket. The boy's faint snickers fill the room as I take off towards the door. "Aw c'mon, Al!" Jaime carries out, stifling his laughter. I slam the door behind me with unnecessary force, utterly infuriated.

Instantly after leaving the studio, I feel the blistering Canadian winter encase my narrow frame. "Bugger," I snit before whipping out my phone, in hopes an Uber would usher me away from this frost. To my dismay, because of the excessive snowfall, transport was either delayed or unavailable, and I had no interest in sticking around roadside. So, I switched to searching for a local pub, racing out of the cold.

...

After a numbing 10-minute journey, I reached a pub called Les Cactus and ripped open its wooden entrance, embracing its heat. Whilst I take a seat on the nearest bar stool, a flash of red catches the corner of my eyes. A waitress with her back turned serves drinks to a group of men who gawk at her with an unreserved fancy. Momentarily, I admire her long, fiery hair that flows down her fit backside. Fortunately, the incoming bartender removes me from my fairly pervy thoughts. "What can I get for ya buddy?" The bartender ranks down my features, odd excitement filling his own. "You got any Bulleit?" He smirks.

"Sure thing." He spins away from me, before quickly rotating back and whispering for my ears only, "Big fan by the way." I smile politely with a nod as he disappears into the bar to prepare my drink. My gaze returns to the space where the redhead once stood, which is now vacant. "Here ya go. Let me know if you need anything else!" The bartender ponders shortly before speaking, "My name's Mickey by the way." He places my bourbon down with an oddly suggestive wink.

8:24 pm

"Maybe consider spacing out your next drink Alex. I get you're a millionaire and money ain't a thing," Mickey bobs his head, taking note of appearance, "but you're kinda overdoing it buddy," he finishes. I scoff at his smirk and slap a bill on the countertop. "Another." My face and tone drop in an attempt to be taken seriously, but my drunken command doesn't detour Mickey's delight.

"You're the boss."

"Uh-uh, that's at least his sixth drink this hour M." An unfamiliar feminine voice pitches in. It's husky and demanding, and so, I intend to listen. Curiously turning to look, my vision is consumed by that recognizable carrot-like head. If I was captivated before seeing her face, I was surely a goner now.

Mickey ceases his actions while she stares between us with scrutiny. I'm gobsmacked and she clearly takes my silence as a sort of confirmation. "Right, no more for him. Okay M?" Mickey nods sternly, face falling moderately as her tone leaves no room for opposition. "Alexander!" I practically cry out before Red gets the chance to leave. Smooth Turner.

"Excuse me?"

"I-uh, name's Alex..." Yeah, very smooth.

"Jennie." She states curtly, evidently bemused. She then moves swiftly on her heel towards the kitchen. Straight away I grimace, pulling a hand to my forehead, rubbing its lines harshly. "Not a word." Mickey chuckles quietly and goes back to his work.

9:41 pm

"Still here, Alexander?" My head shoots up, startled by Red. When did I even fall asleep-

"Yes?" She snorts at my jumbled reply.

"Want me to call you a cab? A shrink perhaps?"

"M' sorry?" I question clumsily.

"Oh? I just thought you may need one, after hearing what you told to Mickey." Her sultry voice echoes out her rather devious grin. "God." My eyes widen in horror which aids her impending elation. "What have I said?"

"Nothing really, just that..." She starts counting her digits absentmindedly. "You've got no luck writing your music, no love life. Oh, and you have no sex life!" She proclaims the last part with glee. Jesus, please end this nightmare.

"I did not."

"Did too."

"I've had too much drink."

"Drunken words are sober thoughts." Jennie carries on smiling at my trepidation. Maybe I'd find her charming if her jokes weren't at my expense. "That's it, I'm not tipping." I declare pathetically. Her devilish smirk doesn't falter. "Seriously? Things can't be that bad! Mickey tells me you're actually a successful musician."

"That you've obviously never heard of." I roll my eyes at the absurdity of our conversation. She laughs aloud at my response, which I admit, brought a genuine smile to my face. It really has been a while. Her face then goes blank. "Alexander."

"Alex."

"Alex. You're young." She pauses, her gaze sweeps my shaggy appearance. "Ish"

"Ouch." I flinch jokingly, earning myself another gorgeous laugh and playful swat.

"Hey! And you're good-looking."

"Ish." I interrupt again with a chuckle and her smile grows.

"No!" She more or less shouts, "You have a lot to work with, trust me." Her hands gesture nimbly. "The only thing standing in the way of you getting laid is yourself." A surprise roar of laughter leaves my lips shortly and I shake my head in disbelief.

"You're selling yourself short here Alexander," Red concludes. "Alex-"

"You're wasting your youth-ish," she interrupts me once again and a sliver of silence washes over us. It's as if we're the only ones in this packed pub, eyes locked on one another, communicating beyond words. Her deep hazel orbs focus on my brown ones. "What do you suggest I do then, Jennie?" Lightly raising a brow, my words dare her while her lovely name rolls off my tongue. I can't help but revel in how it sounds. Then something flashes in her fixated stare.

"Let's get out of here."

Chapter two

[iangallagherisadeadman]

shameless hot takes

i kind of dig the way lip ended up as a failure. i know a lot of people hate what the show did to him, how he never lived up to his potential (the same way they do it to rory gilmore) but like. that happens. lifes just like that. sometimes people who have had everything to live with grandiosity end up ruining everything up, and lips life was HARD and it SUCKED so him failing its kind of expectable i think. and its not like lips life ended, mans not even 30 and hes not just smart hes a genius, he will end up turning the table and coming straight to the top, i believe so.

frank doesn't love his children. i know people like to think frank was somewhat nice sometimes and that he was troubled but he loved the gallaghers his own way but i dont think he really did. he didnt even knew them. he was just too selfish and a narcissist and not even once a "act of love" was genuine or didnt have a gain for him or was somewhat for his benefit or interest.

of all plots, i believe gay jesus was the worst. i tried to remeber every other plot of the show and dont get me wrong the frank and his buddy pal mickey oshea SUCKED and i love ian hes my favorite character but what the fuck was that. the idea is really nice but it took so long to convey this arc of mania of him and it just was really badly written and executed and later it doesn't have importance to the plot. no surprise cameron monaghan wanted to skip shameless after that.

gallavich is not a healthy goal relationship. i mean yeah, they do love each other and they are good to each other, and i will excuse them for all the shit they did as teenagers cause they seemed to forgive each other and grow from it and i dont think they knew best but as adults they dont fucking communicate and mick broke ians leg like common. also most of time ian just seems to regret having married mick is really frustrating. i genuinely dont understand how that happened cause gallavich was all the writes had to milk and serve for the last seasons and they still fucked it up.

debbie is a rapist. she just is. just like sheila is too, i believe, and frank, and mandy, and jody, and estefania (i dont think jimmysteve is tho). they practiced nonconsensual sex and thats rape, end of story. i know the deborah debate is kind of hot ground and everybody has a different opinion about it cause she was young and didnt have the proper sex ed. but she did it not once, but twice AFTER facing consequences and getting to educate herself about what she did and why that was wrong, and i believe she would do it again if she had the motivation like she did on those circumstances. not saying matty or derick were cool guys, fuck them, matty wanted to go out with an underage girl when he met debbie and he kept going out with her after knowing she was much younger than he first thought and derick know that having sex can lead to having a baby and he and his family should have tried to be better to franny, but still they didnt deserved to by lied and abused by deb.

the gallaghers house should be debbie and carl's to decide what to do. the house is in fionas name, that much is true, but it is clear they kept contact with fiona at the begging of season 10 as she calls debbie to know about freddie and at that hall of fame episode too, so that much wouldn't be a problem. also, as fiona left, she left debbie in charge of the house's finances, and i believe the responsibility of what to do with the house is left with debbie too. i dont think fiona would be thrilled with the wouse being sold but she moved on and if her siblings are up to moving on too i dont think she would be opposed to it. that said, she would let the house deed on debbies hand i believe. taking up the fact that debbie is a mom with a little child and no other place to live, the fact she doesnt want to sell the house is comprehensible and i dont think any other gallagher can say its not, even more so lip. they tried to make the decision voting, letting the majority determinate what to do, but i dont think thats fair since lip could very easily get a house to himself and ian and mickey too, they had the money. now, about carl, is simply cause he paid for the house, therefore he should had a say on it. season 6, when the house was going to be sold, no other Gallagher than fiona was really trying to make to money to buy it. when she couldnt, carl saved the day and gave the money, and fiona was reluctant but she had no other option than to accept it, otherwise they would lose the house. even though the house is in fionas name like she likes to make it very clear, it is carls, and if he wanted to he could have put it in someone elses name, not lip cause he's in debt cause of the credit cards he has gotten to pay college, but he could have made it ians or anyone elses. he didnt cause he respects family and he respects fiona. since the house is his, and he also didnt really had any other place like debbie, they both should make the decision together.

fiona fucking sucks. i know a lot of people hates her and a lot loves her, and theres people in here that knows shes middle ground just like basically everybody on the show, which is called SHAMELESS for a reason. and i can agree with everybody. my point here is that she did nice things and stupid things and i dont hate her or love her for them, nor do i think all is forgiven because of her trauma or that shes number one worst character of the show. i think she sucks, think that she was wrong for all the liam shit, that she is an agent of chaos, that she was a bad girlfriend for all of her boyfriends just like they were bad for her (except mike he rocks), i think she make some of them worst really; i understand her desire to grown and be someone but i think it was risky to put the gallaghers house on the line so she could open the laundry (even more so cause i dont really consider it hers but carls), i understand how at some point she wanted to grow and take care of herself and be less of an parent in her sibling's life cause if she took care of herself since she was nine i think her siblings could try and take care of each other and their own ass a little so she could start living but the way she didnt really helped ian, the way she shut down debbie and was sad when debbie shuted her down, the way she left carl to his white boy fase without as much as trying and the way she said to them put VERONICA and KEVIN first at their emergency call before her was insane and she should be dragged for it idc. she was always mean to her siblings romantic interests too and that really bugs me cause mandy put lip in college and mickey cared for ian.

lip fucking sucks. most people here think the similarity between lip and frank starts and finishes on alcoholism and appearance but i think its more than that, i think both of them are narcissistic motherfuckers. i cant think of a single time lip put effort in anything for any other reason than to satisfy himself. it is the most evident when you think about his relationships SPECIALLY tami and fred, but if you think about his desire to be a father, the way he treated fiona when she was down, the whole sierra fiasco and how he treated her sons daddy, the karen ian thing; he even said that he helps his alcoholic friends because he thinks that if they cant do it then certainly lip himself won't be able to do it. i cant hold ian to the same parameters, i only think deb fiona and carl are really there for each other but ian gets a pass cause hes just selfish to some extent. he is bipolar and shit went down when he was still a child; still, joining the army and sending no news was a dick move and when he was good and on his meds and working as an EMT i think he wasnt really there for his family, tho he cared for mandy. cant really say much cause most of the time he was out of himself or in jail.

[mamsieur]

Perseus and Andromeda | Javy "Coyote" Machado x Reader

Summary : Javy's not a big fan of night clubs, and yet he agreed to accompany his cousin for her birthday. When all seems too much for him, someone turns his evening for the better.

TW : mention of alcohol, slight panic attack, fluff

Length : 3079 words

AN : That man doesn't have enough works about him. I'll maybe turn this one into a series, who knows.

posted on AO3 October 13, 2023

Javy has never been the type to go clubbing or partying too much, despite what everyone seemed to think. He much preferred a quiet evening with his buddies over a few beers and pizzas, watching a game or a good action movie. The comfort of his home was something he always yearned for when he was out for more than a few hours. Especially since he was permanently stationed in San Diego, his apartment was truly a home, not just a house. He had even adopted a cat from a shelter; an old one named Gizmo. 

His friends, especially Jake, never seemed to understand why he didn't like to stay out late, even on weekends. He didn’t have a girlfriend, he was barely thirty, and his outgoing personality seemed to categorize him as someone who liked to go out and seduce, like his friend Jake. Sure, he liked to flirt and go out once in a while, but he liked the coziness of his own home even more. The only ones in the squadron who seemed to understand and who did not tease him about it were Bob, because of his more reserved and introverted nature, and Bradley, who always claimed he was getting too old to go out every weekend.

And yet here he was, in the middle of a nightclub. 

Under pressure from his aunt, he had no choice but to be a chaperone for his little cousin Ava, who was celebrating her twenty-fifth birthday. She decided to visit him at the last minute and celebrate with her friends in a well renowned club. Ava was sweet, but also a real party girl. She loved to go out, dance and drink the night away. The last time she dragged Javy to a party, he remembered waking up with the worst headache of his life, so he promised himself not to let her make him drink. Also, as Javy didn't want to be alone with his cousin and her three best friends, he managed to bring Jake, Rebeun and Mickey with him. Unfortunately for him, the three boys enjoyed the party with the girls, leaving him alone with his drink at the bar. 

For what seemed like the hundredth time, he looked down at his phone to check the time. Not even ten minutes had passed since he had last checked. The music was way too loud, the lights were starting to hurt his eyes, but he had to stay at least four hours, if not five, knowing Ava. He loved her for sure, but being here was torture for him. He sighed again and ordered a soda to the bartender, keeping an eye on his baby cousin and her friends.

The atmosphere of nightclubs always made him feel that nothing was real, that everything was fogged in a cloud of alcohol, sweat and uncomfortable heat. He was not uncomfortable per se, but he was not in his element either ; so, he always preferred to stay at the bar, like a ship anchored in a harbor. But tonight Ava seemed to have decided he wasn't going to stand by and watch. It was all right if he didn't drink, but she wasn't going to let him stand by the bar like some kind of security guard.

"Come on Javy, it's my birthday," she whined, "just one dance, please!" She grabbed his hand and dragged him - with great difficulty - to the dance floor.

"Yeah Coyote, loosen up a little," Mickey encouraged with a big grin as he danced with one of Ava's friends who giggled in his arms. The taller man groaned, not very comfortable in the crowd Ava had pushed him into. He sighed as she used her puppy dog eyes to get him to dance with her. 

"Just one dance, Ava. Just. One." He reminded her, holding up a finger. She chuckled as she nodded, a mischievous look in her eyes. Javy sighed and started to dance with her and the others, Jake encouraging him with Reuben. One dance became two, then three, then four... until he lost count. He was kind of stuck in the middle of the dance floor anyway. 

As the minutes and hours passed, Javy had this strange feeling, as if between dream and reality, this gray area where everything seemed unreal and suspended. He knew the music was still loud around him, but he could barely hear it. He felt like he was in absorbent cotton, like after a flight with a high G-force. It wasn't a pleasant or unpleasant sensation, just strange, as if time was passing in a different way. He looked around to spot his friends in the crowd; Mickey was still with Ava's friend, Jake was flirting with an unknown blonde, and Reuben was dancing with Ava and her other friends. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and Ava waved and smiled at Javy, gesturing for him to join her. He shook his head and mouthed that he was going back to the bar. Ava pouted, but then shrugged her shoulders with a grin, already happy to have trapped him into dancing with them for almost two hours.

He closed his eyes for a moment to ground himself, but it didn't seem to work. He needed to get some air, to breathe. But every time he tried to take a few steps, he was blocked. So he stayed a little longer with his friends and Ava. The young woman seemed to be having the time of her life, dancing with her friends and then with Jake or Reuben, strangers or Javy. It reassured him to see her so happy and still in full possession of her senses.

But a feeling of anxiety slowly crept over him. He hated being stuck between so many strangers. His impression of being in cotton was replaced by a feeling of hypersensitivity to the sounds, heat and movements around him. Fatigue didn't help him control the situation. He tried again to make his way through the drunken, dancing crowd. He forced his way through, his eyes fixed on the door to the smoking area. He didn't smoke, but it was the only way to get in and out quickly and safely. He moved forward one by one, apologizing as he went, slipping between people as best he could, avoiding the sticky couples, his gaze always straight ahead. He moved faster and faster as he reached the end of the crowd. When he finally reached the door, it swung open in front of him, stopping him dead in his tracks. He was faced with a young woman he didn't know, but her face was familiar. She seemed as surprised as he was. Javy's ears were ringing and he couldn't hear anything coherent between the music, his own brain telling him to hurry and the young woman in front of him who seemed to be talking to him. His own breathing seemed far too loud, and he could even hear his heart beating in his ears. The stranger's eyes were filled with concern as she recognized Javy's anxious, almost panicked look. And when she gently grabbed his forearm, everything in the pilot's mind seemed to calm down.

"Are you okay?" she asked. Her voice was soft and reassuring, and Javy could only hear it now; everything had faded away behind him. He blinked a few times before answering.

"Y-Yeah... I, uh, I just need some air, I think..." he stuttered a little. The stranger nodded and let him through the door. She joined him on the small bench. Javy was surprised that there was no one in this smoking area, but it was kind of relieving. He took a moment to simply breathe. He had experienced a panic attack in the past, but he didn't think he could have one just by coming to a club.

"So... what's your name?" the young woman said softly, looking at the stars above them.

"Javy... you?" 

"Y/N," she smiled at him and turned to him, "are you feeling better Javy?"

"Yeah," he nodded and sighed, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me..."

"Don't be, it happens. I've seen a lot of customers get anxious when they spend too much time in crowds," she handed him a small bottle of water from her purse, "I think you should drink some water."

He took the bottle and looked at her suspiciously, "Are you trying to drug me?" he teased, feeling himself blush at the pretty laugh she let out.

"Believe me, pretty boy, if I wanted to drug you, I would have put it in your soda earlier," she winked at him. 

And it clicked in Javy's head, "You're the bartender. We're not in the smoking area," he pointed at her and then at the door, realizing the situation.

"I am and we're not. We're in the staff area," she chuckled, "that's why I asked if you were lost."

"I... I didn't quite hear you," Javy admitted with a bashful smile as he stood up, "Maybe I should let you enjoy your break ?" he gestured toward the door and she shrugged.

"You can stay a while to relax if you want, my shift just ended, I can tell my boss you're a friend. I'm sure you'll be more comfortable here than in the smoking area," she smiled kindly, "it's up to you."

Javy looked at her and pondered his options. He could go to the smoking corner and choke on the smoke, or he could stay with her. He could go back to a tiny room that would surely be crowded with people, or he could stay here with the cute barmaid. 

His choice was quickly made.

"Okay, I'll stay here, but only because you didn't poison my drinks," he smiled and was rewarded with another pretty laugh. He wanted to hear it over and over again. It was like a melody, a soothing one. Javy had had his fair share of dates and flings, but none had made him feel like this. It was weird, but not in a bad way. He wanted to know everything about Y/N, from the most insignificant thing to her biggest milestone, from her favorite color to her entire childhood. When her eyes met his, he felt like a teenager again. He cleared his throat and smiled.

"So you work here?" he asked, immediately cursing himself in his head for asking such a stupid question.

"Yes I do, but it's only temporary, at least I hope so," she smiled at him, "And what do you do, pretty boy?"

"I'm a naval aviator, ma'am," he smiled at the chuckle she let out as he mockingly saluted her. She was so pretty when she laughed; her eyes were sparkling, her cheeks were rosy, and her nose wrinkled in such a cute way. Javy felt his heart skip a beat when she looked back at him with such a soft and adorable grin.

"So you're one of those handsome flyboys... What's it like? I mean, flying so high and so fast?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. Javy smiled and sat down next to her, his eyes drifting to the starry sky. As he explained what his job was like, she continued to question him with sincere interest. He always answered as best he could without being too technical. After that, they talked about everything and got to know each other. Javy was proud and happy when he could make her laugh. A silly anecdote about a locker room accident between him and Jake made her laugh out loud and she grabbed the young man's forearm to keep from falling over. He felt goosebumps run up his arm and down his back. He didn't want her to let go and she didn't. She gently hooked her arm into his and rested her head on his shoulder.

Everything seemed so simple and easy with her, so crystal clear. There was no awkwardness between them, as if they had known each other for a long time. 

They talked about everything. Javy learned that the young woman loved San Diego, but that her job wasn't fulfilling despite the decent pay, that she rented an old apartment from an unpleasant old man, that she loved admiring the stars but had never really taken the time to learn the constellations. So he told her what little he knew, including the story of Perseus and Andromeda, the story of a hero who flew to save a beautiful princess.

"I could fly and save you from your landlord, just as Perseus saved Andromeda," he teased, and she laughed and shook her head.

"Sounds like an interesting prospect. But just so you know, I'm not a princess in distress either, dear Perseus," she winked at him with a playful smile, her fingers brushing gently along his forearm in lazy circles.

"I never said you were, Andromeda wasn't really in control of her life. You seem to be a strong, independent woman," he winked back, "But if the myth is true, I personally think that Andromeda's beauty wouldn't stand a chance against you," he added, smiling as she blushed and giggled to hide her embarrassment. 

"You're being a little too flattering, Perseus..." she whispered. Javy leaned closer and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Just telling the truth, Andromeda," he smiled at her.

"And if anything, I was the one who saved you tonight, I should be Perseus in this story," she teased, and he laughed.

"Touché."

The evening had taken a rather pleasant turn for Javy. He had almost forgotten about Ava and the others. Only when he felt his phone vibrate did he realize what time it was; the nightclub was about to close and he'd just spent two hours with Y/N. Noticing the time, the young woman swore and sighed. It was nearly three in the morning.

"The club is closing... we have to be discreet on our way back in, the lights all must be on," she said as she stood up and slid her hand into Javy's, "You'll have to follow me very closely flyboy," she smiled and the young man blushed. He nodded with an equally wide smile and squeezed her hand slightly, "Lead the way, Andromeda."

She chuckled and headed for the door. She checked carefully to make sure the way was clear and then quickly pulled Javy inside with her. She looked back at him over her shoulder and they started giggling like kids who didn't get caught stealing candy from the pantry. They slipped through the crowd toward the exit, staying close together. Javy looked around for his cousin and the others outside. He spotted them near their cars, Ava waving at him. Then he looked at Y/N, their hands still in each other's, fingers intertwined. He didn't want to let them go, but he had to get back. And he didn't want to burden her with Jake and Ava's comments or Reuben and Mickey's knowing looks. 

To his surprise, it was the young woman who spoke first, facing him.

"I had a really good time with you... and... I was wondering... I was wondering if..." 

Javy couldn't help but smile a little as she fought down her embarrassment to ask him her question. He ran his free hand over her cheek, lifting her face a little to plant his eyes in hers.

"If your question is whether we can meet again, the answer is yes, Andromeda," he winked at her. The young woman blushed but smiled adorably before handing him her phone so he could punch in his number. Javy laughed a little as she saved it under "Flyboy/Perseus". She sent him a short text message so he had her number too and he saved it as "Savior/Andromeda". It made her laugh and Javy felt his heart flutter. He couldn't wait to ask her out on a real date. So he did.

"So... are you working tomorrow night?"

"No, actually I'm not working until Tuesday," she smiled, "Why?"

"Great. I'll pick you up at 8:00, I know a place where we can do better stargazing than the staff area at the back of the club. I'll bring some food too."

She giggled and nodded, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Sounds lovely, I'll text you my address."

Behind them, Javy could hear his friends and cousin getting a little impatient. He turned his head a little to see what they wanted; while Jake gave him both thumbs up, Ava gestured for him to hurry up; she probably had an after party planned at the Airbnb where she was staying. Y/N followed his gaze and blushed a little when she saw all those eyes on them.

"I think they're waiting for you," she chuckled and squeezed his hand.

"I think they can wait a few more seconds," he muttered, catching her chin and tilting her head a little so she was looking up at him. They were so close that his breath made her skin tingle. She bit her lip, blushing even more when his eyes flickered between her eyes and her lips. She rose on her toes, closing the distance between them a little more, and Javy kissed her gently. And it was as if the world disappeared. Her free hand slid down his neck and his down her waist. She was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted in his life, her lips so soft against his.

When they parted, they could hear Ava and the others cheering for them and Y/N snorted a little.

"Okay Perseus, I think your friends are getting a little too excited for you here."

"You think?" he grinned, "In my opinion, they're jealous."

He kissed her again and felt her smile against his lips. But he had to go.

"See you tomorrow Andromeda, be safe on your way home," he whispered to her, smiling. She nodded and gently pulled away. "Be safe too, Perseus," she smiled before walking to her own car, waving to him and his friend behind her. Javy watched her go and finally joined his group with a light step and a throbbing heart. After all, it hadn't been such a terrible evening, and the comforts of home seemed almost bland. There was only one thing he could wait for: the next evening.

[genny-yapps]

ok so this has been bugging me all day I just wanted to wait a while so my wording comes out right.

The worst part about having friends still in high school while you're in college is you feel bad about it. Like, there's other ppl out there that'll be like "oh you're friends with minors thats weird" buddy its literally never that deep like

you could be 16 working at Mickey D's and your best friend/coworker is 35.

a five year old girls best friend could be her 27 year old teacher.

You have to draw the line ofc, I mean its cool until you start to get weird about it. Like, its cool until your coworker starts to harass you or until that teacher starts eyeing that little girl the wrong way ykwim?

Idk man its just been bugging me bc I love my friends that are still in hs (platonically ofc) but even saying that feels wrong.

sorry for the rant I just needed to get this off my mind

[callmemana]

Arms Wide Open, Catch Me If I Fall:

Chapter 3: Beautiful In Flight

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Amanda ‘Birdie’ Hallett (OC)

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Baylie ‘Lucky’ Steele ( @bayisdying ) (OC)

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Rachael ‘Dragon’ Kazansky ( @dragon-kazansky ) (OC)

Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner x Jade ‘Whiskey’ Kerner ( @mrsjaderogers ) (OC)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Grace ‘Spicy’ Bradshaw ( @mtnofgrace ) (OC)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Alana ‘Cinco’ Metcalf ( @mrsjaderogers ) (OC)

Word Count: 5K+

Summary:

🚨 Warnings: nothing just angst & fluff

A/N📋: dividers by @sligheach-sidhe , cover by me ( @callmemana ).

Thank you @mrsjaderogers for proof reading!

Bird and Lucky text back and forth for the next couple of weeks as Baylie tries to get her a spot on the squad for a few months.

As for housing, Baylie is being incredibly generous and letting Bird stay with her and her husband, Mickey.

Birdie has tried to convince Lucky that she’s okay with just using on-base housing, but she wouldn’t hear any of it.

She had to pack her old Chevy with everything she and Ozzy'll need for the next six months while in Miramar.

As the days get closer to when they leave, Bird has mixed emotions, should she be nervous, scared, excited?

She really doesn’t know.

Most likely, Bird will start feeling excited, but the closer to Miramar, the more nervous and scared she’ll get.

Which isn’t good for Ozzy.

Ozzy, the best dog a girl could ask for, really understands her emotions and feels them too.

He wants to comfort her, but its kind of hard when she doesn’t even know what she’s feeling.

The days leading to the drive were chaotic to say the least.

Bird had to rush to get things done before she left and honestly, didn’t give herself enough time.

She had to put all of her things that aren’t coming with her into a storage unit and that took pretty much all week, she had to get her mail forwarded to the new address, and a bunch of other adult things.

Driving was the worst part in her opinion, the long hours of just sitting and trying to keep herself awake, even with five coffees in her system.

Ozzy, the cutie, just slept the whole time, making her very jealous.

When Bird finally arrived in San Diego and pulled into the Garcia’s driveway, Ozzy’s head lifted from the backseat and he started to bark as soon as he saw a woman, who Bird suspects is Lucky.

She got out of the car, trying to meet her half way in the middle, Oz follows her out of the driver’s seat soon after and runs up to Lucky to greet her with puppy-kisses before Bird can even shake her hand.

Lucky bends down and excepts the kisses, giving him scratches along his ears and back.

“Oh look at the good boy! What’s your name buddy, huh?”

“Ozzy, come here bub. Sorry about him, we were trying to teach him manners before everything happened, and its just slow going without his favorite trainer.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem. I love animals, dogs especially.”

Lucky smiles and wraps her into a tight hug, “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.”

Lucky smiles and wraps her into a tight hug, “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.”

Bird excepts the hug, “It’s so nice to meet you too, I can already tell we’re gonna be the best of friends! And thank you so much for letting us stay here, If you need any help around the house or anywhere, I’ll be more than happy to.”

“No, you're a guest, the only thing you're gonna do is relax. I can’t wait for the other girlies to meet you, I can just tell they’ll love you as much as I do.”



“The other girlies? Where I’m from, its mostly dudes. I’m more than happy to meet some more strong, confident, female pilots.”

Lucky leads her into the house, “Oh yeah, there’s so many female pilots at this base. We have Cinco, we call her Cin, then there’s Mama Dragon AND Mama Whiskey, who will adopt you immediately.”

The pair stops at the front door to open it, then once inside and in the kitchen, she continues.

“Spicy, a bartender at our bar, who is the actual love of my life, but unfortunately married Chicken and is currently carrying his babies. Mouse, she’s quiet but she’s awesome. There's also Phoenix, Bob’s front-seater, and just like Halo, she’s also a badass pilot and doesn’t take shit from anyone.”  

“Oh wow, that’s so many people. I’m not really good at remembering things. Also, did you say Chicken?”

Lucky laughs loud and hard, “Yeah. We have an aviator here named Rooster, but we call him Chicken to make him mad. Don’t worry about names, it’ll get easier when you meet them.”

“Ok, I’d hate to accidently get a name wrong, I’ll probably annoy you with how much I ask who is who.”

“You’ll learn quickly, the girls and I are known as the Chaos Squad on and off of base. So you’ll hear our names yelled a bunch.”  

“That sounds so fun, does Bo get into any of the shenanigans that y’all do here?” questioned Bird.

“No, mostly the guys stay out of the chaos, but sometimes we do get them involved.”

“I have a question about your husband, I know that when we were texting you kept switching between ‘Mickey’ and ‘Miguel.’ which do I call him?”

“Oh, well we all just call him either one. So it doesn’t really matter.” replied Lucky.

The two women didn’t hear the car drive up the driveway, they were too busy talking and learning about eachother, but Ozzy did.

 

The front door opened and a male voice boomed out, “Cariño, I’m home!”

A couple of seconds later, the barking started and Ozzy greeted the new friend at the door.

“Oh hey buddy! Lucky did you get a dog?”

“Ozzy! Come here bubba! Come on, leave him alone,” soon Ozzy left Mickey and raced to his owner.

Mickey followed the pooch and met the girls in the kitchen, where he finally saw the surprise that his wife had been so secretive about.

“Hello, I’m Miguel. Most people call me either Mickey or Fanboy. It’s nice to meet you.”

Bird held out her hand and his engulfed it, “It’s nice to meet you too Mickey, I’m Amanda Hallett. I have a lot of nicknames, so, I’ll just tell you my callsign, Birdie.”

“That’s a beautiful callsign, who gave it to you?” asked Lucky.

“Um, actually Bo did. I am always singing or humming songs, and I hate being caged, so Robert called me Birdie.”

“Why do you call him ‘Bo’? I don’t think I’ve ever heard him be called that.” questioned Mickey.

“I didn’t want to give him the usual nick names that ‘Robert’ goes by, so I just shorted ‘Robert’ to ‘Bo’. But I also call him ‘Bam.’”

“Bam?” the couple smirked.

“OH, that’s a story! I don’t know if I should be telling y’all this, But when Bo was a toddler, he had super blond hair, mostly white and he always carried a hammer around with him.”

She sat down in a nearby chair before continuing, “ He’d go around the house and hit things, and it just reminded his family so much of Bam-Bam from the Flintstones, that he was nicknamed Bam-Bam.”

“Oh my god! I will one hundred percent be using that to bother him while the paperwork is being filed this week.”

“Oh please do, also if you could, could you please hum ‘Heads Caroline, Tails California’? It’s my favorite and he knows it, I wanna make him sweat before we see each other again.”

“Mickey, I love her. I can’t wait for her to meet the Chaos Squad.”

Mickey rolls his eyes at his wife, “I will need something stronger than beer to get me through this if you introduce her to the other girls. You don’t need anymore chaotic females in our group of friends.”

“I know that that’s your opinion and you’re entitled to it, but babe, you're wrong.”

Bird covered her snicker at Lucky’s reply.

“Do you need help unloading your truck Bird?” questioned Mickey, ignoring his wife.

Birdie nodded, “That would be amazing, thank you Mickey.”

“It’s no problem, I know how tiring it is to drive long hours.”

All three went outside and for the next couple of hours, emptied Bird’s belongings from the back of her truck.

By the time they were done, it was nighttime and Lucky had ordered pizza and wings for everyone.

Ozzy whined and used his adorableness to get human food from the new people.

“Ozzy Samson Hallett-Floyd! We don’t beg at the table, go lay down.”

Begruduly, Ozzy hangs his head and goes to the living room, laying on the floor by the couch while the others eat peacefully.

When dinner was over Bird fed Oz with his dog food and once he was done, they took their nighttime walk.

After the walk had ended, Bird showered and put on an old bootcamp shirt and some black spandex to go to sleep.

She was just getting comfy in the bed, when she realized that Ozzy wasn’t in her room.

Birdie quietly went around the house and called, “Ozzy, Oz, come ‘er boy!”

She was just in the hallway, starting to enter the living room.

Mickey heard her, propped himself on his elbows and replied, “Your dog is in our room snuggling with my wife.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry Mickey! I’ll go get him.”

She turned to go when he stopped her, “It’s okay, Lucky’s been wanting a dog for a while, so this can get her off my case for a couple of weeks anyway.”

“But it’s your bed, you’ve been up for hours and you probably want to sleep in it more than sleep on the couch.”

Bird turned to move again, and Mickey could faintly see the letters on the back of the night shirt, ‘R. Floyd.’

Mickey shrugged, “Birdie, I’m fine on the couch, really. It’s no big deal to me where I sleep as long as I get a decent amount of hours.”

“If you’re really sure, then I’ll go to bed.”

“I’m more than sure Bird, go to bed. Goodnight.” smiled Mickey.

“Goodnight Mickey, thank you for letting me stay here with y’all. I appreciate it,” said Bird as she made her way back to the share bedroom in the Garcia house.

The next morning she slept in, then after her morning routine, took Ozzy on a morning walk.

Bird didn’t have to be on base for another couple of days and when she did, all she had to do was sign the papers to stay and join the squad for the upcoming months.

Since she had the time to relax, Bird took the day just walking around the town and spent a couple of hours on the beach with Ozzy playing fetch.

When Bird got home, well into the afternoon, She felt a little stressed about how reuniting with Bo will be, so she raided the Garcia’s pantry and got the ingredients for homemade brownies.

She didn’t pay attention to the clock, so it was a surprise to say the least when Mickey and Baylie arrived home.

Even with Ozzy’s barking.

“It smells delicious in here! What are you baking for Bird? We told you you didn’t have to do anything for us as a ‘Thank You’!” asked Lucky as she entered the kitchen.

“It’s homemade brownies. I should’ve probably told you before, but I’m a stress baker. I will pay you back for all of the ingredients I used up. I’m so sorry.”

Mickey waved her off, “It’s okay, Mi casa es tu casa.”

“I at least should’ve asked first-” she muttered under her breath, taking the dessert out of the oven and placing the pan on the stove top.

Lucky cuts her off, “Bird, seriously, its okay. We don’t mind sharing and its worth it ten times over if these brownies taste as good as they smell.”

“Well, we have to wait at least fifteen minutes for it to cool, but after you can have as many as y’all want.”

“I can just tell that us being friends will be the best thing ever, I mean, we have so much in common!”

Mickey knew where this was going and rolled his eyes, “Cariño.”

“We’re both from the Midwest, love dogs, chaotic as hell, you love to bake and I love eating! It’s a match made in heaven!”

Bird laughed, “I think our friendship will be very good too. I can tell that you love your friends with all of your heart and would do anything for them.”

As the trio waited for the brownies to cool, they started to watch a movie and talk about nothing and everything.

Ozzy began laying on her lap, but would look over at the couple and then give her puppy-dog eyes.

Bird whispered, “I know bub, I miss snuggling with him too. I think that Lucky would love for you to visit and snuggle with her.”

He took that as permission, and trotted over to the husband and wife, cuddling up close to Lucky, and laying his head on her lap.

Birdie sighed quietly and snuggled up in her borrowed blanket, mind wondering to Bo more than paying attention to the movie or conversation around her.

“Birdie…”

“Birb…”

“Bird…”

“Mana…”  

“Amanda…”

She was too in her head, but was quickly snapped out of it when a pillow hit her in the side of the face.

“I’m sorry, what were y’all needin’?”

“Would you like a brownie?” asked Lucky, trying to get up with Ozzy still on her.

“Um, yeah. Thank you.”

“No problem! Miguel, go get us some brownies please.” she ordered her husband.

Mickey just rolled his eyes as he got up, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Lucky before going to the kitchen.

“I’ll get you back for that!”

Bird gave a sad smile at the couple’s shenanigans, being reminded of all that Bo and her got into themselves.

“Bo and I used to be like that, we had nerf gun wars after work to settle who would do what chores.”

“That sounds so fun! Who had the best shot?” asked Mickey as he reentered the room and handed out the treats.

“I did, but I think he let me win to see me happy. He was always doing things just to see me smile. Whether that be being an idiot by making up words for a song, or starting random dance parties.”

“I’d love to see a carefree and goofy Robert Floyd.” commented Mickey, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, he’s never really anything but shy. Maybe a little sassy every once in a while, but other than that…” added Lucky.

Bird looked at them as if they had two heads instead of just one, “He hasn’t been sassy with y’all? I swear that boy always had a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue along with an apology for me when I got in trouble.”

“Really? Then it's gonna be so much more fun for us when you reunite with Bob! I can’t wait for his reaction,”

“Maybe we should let them have privacy when they reunite, Bay.”

She rolled her eyes, “But I wanna knowwwwww…”

“I agree with Mickey, I’d like some privacy when we talk. Like I’ve said before, we didn’t exactly end it very well and I don’t know what his reaction will be to me being in San Diego, let alone on the squad for a couple of months.”

The couple nodded their understanding, “We get that, and will let you guys have the house if you want it.”

“No, it’s okay. We can go out and talk, it would probably be better if we did anyway. Thank you though.” Bird grabbed Lucky’s hand in a friendly way, showing her thanks.

Throughout the week, Bob was slowly getting more aggravated with the what he thinks are hints as to who the new member is.

Monday at lunch in the canteen as the squad was eating and talking bullshit, Lucky had her face stuck in her phone again, not paying one lick of attention to the talk.  

“What are you doing there Lucky?” Bob questioned as he took a sip of coffee.

She glared at him, “Nunya fucking business.”

He holds up his hands defensively, “Wow, okay. It was just a question Luck.”

“Mi Corazón, why are you being rude to Bob?” asked Mickey.

“I’m in the middle of important business with a possible new squad member.” stated Lucky, aggravated at all of the questions thrown her way.

“New squad member?”

“Anyone we might know?”

“Which base are they coming from?”

“Are they any good?”

“Yes, a new member will be arriving soon, I don’t know if she’s any good, and I’m not telling, its a secret.”

Bob didn’t like the secrecy about the new member, especially if Lucky was the keeper of said secret.

She was known for being a little shit and would hold this information above their heads for as long as she could.

All day Bob’s gears had been moving, trying to figure out who this new member might be.

Usually Lucky would just tell them straight up who would be joinging and give them the basics about who they are as a pilot.

When Mouse joined the team, she told them pretty much everything she could so they would know her skill set and how to behave around her.

Bob had a hard time sleeping that night, mind too focused on putting the pieces together.

Which was beyond hard with the little she gave.

But what he didn’t know, was that he knew everything about her already and so much more than the others will ever know.

Tuesday, as they were getting ready for training, Lucky walked up to him and started a suspicious conversation.

“Hey, Bob do you like birds? I do, Snow Bunting, Indigo Bunting, Bald Eagles, House Sparrows, House Wren.”

Then She pretends to think a little more before she smiles and adds, “Oh and I can’t forget about Cardinals!”

“What made you think about birds Luck?”

“I woke up this morning and saw one outside my window today, pretty much all week too. Thought you would like to know, you know, as a bird lover.”

“I never said that I loved birds, I don’t think I’ve ever said anything about animals during the months we’ve been a team so far either.”

She shrugged, “You seemed like the type of person that liked birds, sorry for assuming.”

And then she just walked off, as if the conversation never happened at all.

The others were so confused as to why he had been in a sour again.

Every little thing pretty much set him off.

Maverick even had to take him aside and calm him down.

Wednesday was one of the worst days in his opinion.

He had been slowly getting more and more aggravated by the topics that Lucky had been using the last two days.

He didn’t want to be reminded of the terrible thing he did, and her bringing up these subjects, wasn’t helping him at all.

Wednesday, they were in the common room, bullshitting about their plans this weekend.

“Maybe I should take an early lunch and check on the pupper, whatcha think Mickey?”

“I think that the dog is fine, and you should eat during your lunch break and not go see the dog, because we both know you won’t be coming back afterwards.”

“Did y’all finally get that dog you wanted? Asked Rooster.

“No, we’re dogsitting for a friend while she’s out of town, I have pictures if y’all wanna see the pupper.”

The whole squad said ‘yes’ and we all crowded around her and her phone.

As soon as he saw that first picture, the color drained from his usually tan face.

That looked exactly like Ozzy and he could practically feel his heart break further and further the more pictures he saw.

But it couldn’t be, because Lucky nor Fanboy had ever met her before.

They couldn’t know about her, he kept her close to his heart and would never share her with the squad.

“He is so adorable and I love him so much. He’s been cuddling in the bed with me at night.”

“Wha… What… What’s his name?” he questioned, voice slightly wavering.

“Oh, it’s Hendrix. The friend is a huge Jimmie Hendrix fan.” she shrugged.

Bob was in his head the rest of the day, thinking about her.

‘Maybe I should contact her?’

But he didn’t, no what he did when he got home was grab the Jack Daniels and photos from his closet.

The next day, he was a little hungover and he could tell that the other’s saw that something big was bothering him.

They just didn’t know how to help him get out of this funk.

Thursday, was no better than the day before.

Bob seriously thought that he was either going crazy or that his conscience was playing tricks on his mind and he was associating everything with Bird now.

He was minding his own business walking down the hall when he passed by Lucky and stopped immediately.

She couldn’t be humming that song, he didn’t even think that Baylie knew it.

Sure, it’s a popular 90’s country song, but Luck hasn’t once mentioned that she liked that genre.

Yes, she’s midwestern, but after a while you forget the songs you grew up with and then you hear it once and it's stuck.

“Fuck…” Bob groaned, grabbing the attention of everyone on the squad.

“Baby On Board, did you just… curse?” asked Hangman.

The accused man just glared at him, “I’m an adult Hangman, I can curse whenever I want. Just because I usually don’t in front of y’all doesn’t mean that I can’t.”

“We never said that you couldn’t man,” commented Rooster.

All of the other aviators where more than surprised by his aggravated mood, except for Lucky and Mickey who couldn’t stop smirking at him.

“Why mad all of the sudden?”

 

“Yeah man, did you forget something?”

“We just wanna understand why your mad.”

“None of your business,” and with that, he walked off.

The squad looked around at each other, all wanting to know why, only to see Fanboy and Lucky’s smirks.

“What did you guy do to Baby On Board to get him in this sour mood?” questioned Phoenix.

“Nothing as far as I know, I was just humming a song.” she shrugged.

“What song?” asked Coyote, brows furrowed in thought.

“Just ‘Heads Carolina, Tails California,’ I haven’t heard it in years and now I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Maybe it reminds him of someone?” asked Payback, arms folded over his chest, looking around the squad.

“Maybe, but who?” voiced Rooster.

“We might never know, he isn’t exactly forthcoming of his life before moving here.” shrugged Mickey.

“He did get angry earlier this week when Lucky mentioned something about birds.”

“Why the hell would birds have put him in a bad mood?”

“Maybe he was attacked by one when he was younger and just hates them now?”

“Nah, because that doesn’t explain the song.”

“Unless it was an ex that loved birds and that song?” questioned Phoenix.

“So, what I’m hearing is that Baby On Board could have an ex. I didn’t think he could get a girl, so I’m just surprised that he has one.” voiced Hangman, but winced quickly afterwards.

“Don’t be rude! Not all men are players and assholes, Bagman.” she said as she smacked Hangman on the arm.

“Well geez Phoenix, we don’t really know the guy! He could be a player too!”

“I highly doubt that,” commented Payback.

“Yeah, have you met the man, he’s the sweetest!”

“Can you really say that if we don’t know anything about him?” stated Coyote.

“He’s never says anything about his life in Lemoore!” added Hangman.

“He’s a private person, we all have the right to keep some things to ourselves you know.”

“I know. But if it's bothering him this much, and taking his mind somewhere else while we’re training, I think we should get to know about it!”

“Leave it be, he’ll let us know when he’s ready.”

And on the fifth day, she finally rested.

Lucky had called in sick, if she really was, no one but her husband knew for sure.

Bob couldn’t be more happy that the antagonizing wouldn’t be happening today with Lucky gone.

He needed a day off from her and her hints.

But Bob did forget about the other part of the Garcia’s.

As the day started, he thought that Fanboy would be hinting every second he got, only to remember that Mickey isn’t like that.

The only thing that Fanboy did do, was smirk everytime he looked over at him.

Bob couldn't wait for the day to end and go home or maybe go to the beach to watch the waves.

When the work day was over, the guys grabbed and pushed him into the back of Rooster’s Bronco, and drove to the Hard Deck.  

Once they arrived, they let him out and lead him into the bar.

“What are we drinking tonight Floyd, Jack’s or water?” questioned Rooster.

“I can order for myself, y’all just go to the back. I’ll be there soon.”

“Ok, but we’ll be keepin’ an eye on you,” added Mickey.

The other men went to join the others as they were at the pool tables, like usual.

“Hey Penny, can I get a water and peanuts?”

“Sure Bob,” she turned around and gathered his drink and snack.

“Could you do me a favor and put this on Hangman’s tab?”

Penny smirked, “Sure thing, out celebrating or he pissing you off?”

“Both, everyone is lately.” groaned Bob.

“I’m sorry to hear that, here you go.” she handed over his order and pats the bar.

He made his way to the back and sat in his chair, taking a sip of his water.

“Wanna play eight ball,” offered Rooster, holding a pool stick out for him to take.

Bob shook his head, “No thanks, I’m goin’ to finish these and then go on a walk.”

Rooster shrugged and asked someone else to play.

As soon as he was done, Bob wipes off the crumbs and sets the empty cups on the nearby table, and exits throught the back door.

When he was far enough away, Bob stopped in his spot and sat down.

Bob was just enjoying the view when he was pushed over in the sand and his glasses fling off his face.

“Ozzy! Oz, leave him alone! I’m so sorry sir, We were just playing fetch-”

That voice brought back everything he didn’t want to remember.

“Amanda?”

“Robert?”

“Wh…wha…what are you doing in San Diego?” he stuttered, Ozzy kissing his face.

“Um, your friend invited me. She said that you weren’t doing too good after the mission.”

Bob groaned, “That makes so much more sense why this week was Hell.”

Ozzy calmed down as soon as Robert started to pet and talk to him.

“They were giving you a lot of trouble?” she questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, I thought I was goin’ crazy with all of the hints Baylie was dropping.”

“That might’ve been partially my fault, I did tell her to hum my favorite song one day.”

“No, I couldn’t blame you for anything. Bay just likes to stir shit until it boils over.”

“Still, I’m sorry.”

“You never answered why your here.” he commented.

“Bay said that you weren’t doing so good and was worried about you. She said that it might help if I came down and cheered you up.”  

Bob laughed, “Of course she did. I’m fine, you can go back to Lemoore now.”

“Actually I can’t, I signed a contract and I’m stationed here for the next six months,” Bird drew back as she waited for his reaction.

He just laughed again, this time more sarcastically, “That’s just fucking perferct ain’t it! I went away and now you follow me here? I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I don’t care about you anymore Amanda. I left because of you and I thought you’d be smart enough to stay away. I guess not.”

“If this is how you’re gonna treat me while I’m here, then maybe I should just tell Cyclone that I change my mind.” she declared, tearing streaming down her face.

“Fine by me, I could care less about what you do.” he got up, dusted the sand off of himself, and stomped back to the bar.

Robert let the tears slide down his cheeks as he walked, he wouldn’t show her how much he missed her.

Not after the way he left things in Lemoore.

Once back at the Hard Deck, Bob grabbed Lucky and Mickey by the arms and dragged them to the parking lot.

The others saw that his face was flushed red with anger.

“I just saw someone that I haven’t seen for a while and I don’t want to see! You have no business interfering with my life, you should’ve kept it to yourselves.”

“You seemed really depressed Robert and I won’t appolize for being worried about my friend!”

“You haven’t been the same since we got home from the Uranium Mission, we were just trying to help!”

“I don’t need your help! If I did, I’d ask for it! And last time I checked, I never did!”

“How bout we all calm down and then have this conversation. It’s not a good idea to talk while angry.”

“No Mickey, he wants to talk here. Why so mad about her being here? What happened between you to that was so bad that your acting this way?!”

“I broke her heart, there. You happy? I got the orders to come back and I couldn’t leave her in Lemoore, so I did the one thing I thought would get her to stay away.”

“Why are you so stupid?”

“If you still love her, tell her! She’d say yes in a heartbeat.” stated Mickey.

“I…can’t not after all that I said to her. I was a total jackass towards her the last day in Flordia. I can’t even forgive myself, so how can I ask her too.” he muttered, head down and hands in hair.

“We can help get your girl back, just like y’all did for me when I almost lost Baylie.”

“But, to do so, we need to know what happened. All of the details.” added Lucky, nodding to her husband’s words.

“Robert, I saw the way you looked at that picture of you two on the tarmac.” Mickey grabs him by the shoulders, comfortingly.

“That’s true love, and I know that if you really love someone, its easy to forgive them for their mistakes.”

“Maybe she will.”

“Just have hope,” offered Lucky as she brought him into a hug.

Dragon’s Angels📻: @mrsjaderogers @dragon-kazansky @bayisdying @gracespicybradshaw

🏷️ list: @luckyladycreator2 @interstellarloneliness

[hellion-writes]

Doctor Who Incorrect Quotes #1

(Y/n), quietly: I think I love you

13, distracted: hm?

(Y/n), panicking: I said that I’d sell you to a zoo

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Alien: What are your names?

(Y/n), whispering: Can we tell them our real names?

9: No.

(Y/n): My name is... Mickey.

Mickey: The one time they remember my name...

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Yaz: Hey (Y/n), Ryan

(Y/n), visibly nervous: Hey, what’s going on?

Yaz: Why, is there something wrong?

Ryan: Nope, everything’s cool right now

(Y/n):

(Y/n): Might be some problems later, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it

Graham, from the other room answering the phone: Hello? 

(Y/n) and Ryan, cringing:

Graham: They did what?!

(Y/n): Well, we best be getting to work

Yaz: We’re in a time machine-

(Y/n) and Ryan, sprinting out of the room: You said it! Take it easy

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Amy: Why are you upside down?

11, upside down: Why are you rightside up?

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Missy: And then (Y/n) said “why can’t I be pretty like you?” 

(Y/n): That’s nowhere near what happened

Missy: It’s how I remember it

(Y/n): Yeah, cuz you’re demented

Missy: Oh, so you think I’m pretty and demented?

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11: You are alone in the woods, you’re disrespecting the buddy system

(Y/n): Actually, you were the one that left me

11: I really don’t need any sass from you right now

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Donna, watching (Y/n) fall on their face trying to save her: Oh god my life is in the hands of an idiot

10: No, no, no, no! Two idiots

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(Y/n): And that’s when it hit me! The best idea I’ve ever had in my entire life

Martha: That was the worst idea you’ve ever had in your entire life

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(Y/n): I don’t know, I just get the vibe that you hate me or something

Dhawan!Master: What? Me, hating you?

Dhawan!Master, softly: You’re right

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Missy, ripping open the shower curtain: (Y/n), have you seen the- 

Missy: Stop screaming, it’s just me

Missy: Anyways, do you know where the vortex manipulator went?

[sluttymickey]

Hey, do you have any new fic recs? I read everything on your previous rec lists so I'm here asking for more 🤲

Always! Here's a couple of multi chapter (mostly) WIPs that I'm really loving rn! ❤️❤️

Hold Me Now (by @southside-forever)

Over a year post-canon, Ian and Mickey receive news that has them revisiting the idea of having a child.

(Ian and Mickey becoming the best dads to baby Finn!❤️ Also it's got one of my favourite fic lines ever -- “We’ve all got cracks... Hell, maybe even some chips. But you’re not broken.” Hello??????🥺🤕 )

Ian Gallagher and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Senior Prom (by @mishervellous)

Ian Gallagher has the biggest, most embarrassing, gut-wrenching, boner-inducing, longest-running crush on Mickey Milkovich.

There, he said it.

Mickey Fucking Milkovich.

(In which the road to senior prom for Certified Mickey Milkovich Simp Ian Gallagher is a long, and treacherous one.)

(High School a.u., Ian and Mickey have got the biggest crushes on each other and it's so cute!❤️)

Intro to Quantum Dating (by @spoonfulstar)

Ian and Mickey are in college; Mickey's Ian's RA. Also his weed guy. And also his fuck buddy. Ian wants him to be more though.

(A fwb to lovers college a.u.! Super funny and interesting!❤️)

let the bodies do the talkin' (by @captainjowl)

After combing the greater Chicago area, Mickey comes to the conclusion that trying to find a good fuck is a big pain in the ass, and not in a good way. And now this Gallagher guy, who looks like he cries during sex, keeps showing up at his work and making eyes at him. There’s absolutely no way that soft-looking motherfucker can handle Mickey.

(Spoiler alert: He absolutely can 😌 fwb to lovers a.u. where Ian and Mickey are horny idiots in love. It's super funny and amazingly written💘)

Love is a Ballfield

Ian and Mickey are teammates on a Triple-A baseball club where they bond over their similar life circumstances. Neither of them want to chance ruining their shot at the major leagues so they attempt to keep their feelings for one another at bay.

Until, of course, they can't.

(Baseball a.u., ANGST (my beloved), soft boyfriends in love; Ian's the dorkiest goof (and Mickey loves him for it (among other things 😏))

Ristretto (by @howlinchickhowl)

Ian works the late shift at the Tamp and Grind. It's not what he always planned to be doing at 22, but it's a steady paycheck and he doesn't hate it. When he gains a new colleague with a wicked sense of humor and a sinfully hot boyfriend, he starts to think maybe he should be trying to do more with his life than perfecting his latte art.

(Coffeeshop a.u. (YAY), Ian is a dumbass™, Mickey's grumpy (and cute. and hot (as Ian's noticed. Many times), and there's a lot of flirting <33

since we're alone (by @buffymilkovich and @lethargicmick )

When Mickey Milkovich first got to the University of Michigan he had two goals; play hockey and get drafted into the NHL. But by his junior year, he’s at risk of losing his full ride scholarship because of his slipping grades.

Enter Ian Gallagher, an ambitious and fiery redhead who takes his job as Mickey’s tutor way too seriously and seems determined on making his life a living hell.

Or a College AU where Mickey is a hockey player and Ian is studious as fuck. They are everything the other one hates. Or so they think.

(enemies/fwb to lovers a.u. (my favourite trope 🥰), absolutely obsessed w this one, it's so funny and in character and it's got pretty great O.C's!)

That 'Redhead Babyface/FUCK U-UP' Duality

The absolute last thing Mickey expects when he goes to the bar is to get badgered into doing softcore porn, but the money sounds good. And this redhead won't leave him the fuck alone until he agrees. And maybe partnering up with him for a couple POV shots wouldn't be the worst thing on the planet.

Mickey's smart enough to recognize a slippery slope when he wants to. But he's gotta want to. And tonight the slippery slope is wearing body glitter and short-shorts.

(Slowburn, strangers to lovers a.u., Mickey's the grumpiest, softest mf as he bickers and falls in love w Ian, who is equal parts dorky and hot lol)

These Undomesticated Wilds (by @arrowflier)

When Ian Gallagher left Chicago behind him to traipse aimlessly through the wilderness, he was hoping to find himself--the self that he had lost when his bipolar diagnosis had his family treating him with kid gloves and his boyfriend annoyed with his melancholic acceptance of his new life. He wasn't looking for a rescue.

But when he's injured on a hike through the woods in southern Indiana, a rescue is what he gets. And if he's lucky, he might find a little more than he was looking for.

(Survivalist au! (Ohmygod they were cabinmates!) Amazing chapters so far, so fucking excited for the next ones 🥰)

Under Lock and Key (by @suzy-queued)

Ian gets assigned to the late-night shift in his college’s housing department, providing spare dorm keys to his fellow students. On top of balancing his course load, dating, and work, he has to babysit his obnoxious shift partner.

Mickey needs his job at Kimball University to provide for his siblings and cousins. He can’t get distracted by this new guy he got partnered with. He’s got a bad reputation to uphold, after all.

All-nighters. Microbiology. Silly bets. Baseball cards. Fifteen weeks under lock and key.

(A lil angsty, a whole lotta fluffy, ADORABLE MICKEY, college housing department co-worker&friends to lovers ❤️)

weaver of fate (to your will i won't fold) (by @sunoficarus)

Mickey is a seer who gets paid to track down people's soulmates, and he's damn good at his job. He's a little frustrated when this Ian Gallagher guy tries to cancel his appointment on the same day, saying he has no interest in knowing who his soulmate is. They reach an agreement: he'll perform the reading but won't tell him the results, just write them down and send him on his way. And, well, fuck Mickey's life, huh? 'Cause it turns out he's Ian Gallagher's fucking soulmate.

(Soulmate a.u., but also kinda friends to lovers too. They've got the biggest crushes on each other and are so ADORABLE)

When I'm Lying Next to My Fellow

A story about friendship, love, and a dog named Fox. Also, shapeshifters.

(Shapeshifter/Soulmate a.u, it's got about 2 chapters so far and I'm so curious to see where it goes 👀)

If anybody's interested, I've got my previous rec lists here and here. ❤️

[alirhi]

10 Sebastian roles as boyfriends

Because... I'm bored and I feel like it. 😂 Probably some spoilers for, like... everything? So yeah... That.

Putting it under here for easy scrolling:

10: Chase Collins

Who doesn't love a goofball? In the first half of the movie, Chase is basically perfect. He's sweet, funny, not all caught up in his ego, and actually pays attention to what the girls around him are saying, not just to what he wants to hear. If not for the whole... it was all an act to get close to Caleb and try to steal his magic thing, Chase would actually be a damn good high school boyfriend. He's adorable and would be a fun date, but he's also only 18 so best not to start making long-term plans lol. Also, y'know... the whole psycho revenge/power grab thing.

9 Jack Benjamin

Y'all. Y'all. Words cannot describe how much I love Jack. Pretty sure I've made this clear. As a person/character in general, he's absolutely in my Top 3 - not just of Sebastian's characters, but any character ever. ❤ But as a boyfriend? Boy's got baggage. It's what makes me so protective of him, but seeing as how he's trapped in the closet thanks to his overbearing homophobic family and the insane expectations heaped on him, as the show left him, he can't handle an honest relationship. He's too easily influenced by all the wrong people, poor babe.

8 Chris (Destroyer)

On paper, undercover cop sounds cool and exciting, but even if you ignore the fact that he, y'know, dies... Chris got in too deep and kinda lost the mission, so to speak. Best case scenario, you're his sexy partner and in on it all with him and end up on the lam for the rest of your lives. Worst case, this man lies for a living, so can you even trust him? And... yeah. The whole dead thing. Chris is hot af but getting involved with him is a recipe for disaster.

7 Ben

Min and Hathor have mercy, I love Ben! He's smart, he's snarky, he's caring and loyal... he's an absolute disaster. He's another one who seems allergic to honesty, until his lying and avoiding nearly kill his girlfriend. Not exactly relationship goals lol. Everything before totally was, though! Ben's adorable, and I love how he stayed up all night to protect his girlfriend (from a ghost/demon thing... with a baseball bat. I said he was smart, not perfect, okay? XD points for effort lol)

6 Mickey Henry

I. LOVE. MICKEY. Oml I love Mickey. He's a spazz and - even more so than Ben - an absolute disaster of a human being, but I love him. Pros for dating Mickey Henry: he's fun, he's carefree, he'll cook for you even though he's kinda bad at it lol, he loves his son and wants to be a good dad, he wants his partner to be happy and to love life as much as he does. Cons, and the reason he's not higher on the list: He's a pushover; easily influenced by the toxic people in his life, and it gets him into a lot of trouble. Being easily influenced by toxic dumpster fire of a human being Chloe almost lost him the partial custody of his son that he barely even had. He's an absolute sweetheart, but he's a complete man-child, and dating him would often feel more like raising him.

5 Frank "Suffer Buddy"

Come on! You know he and Mickey had to be back-to-back - they're practically the same character! 😂 Frank is Mickey... slightly more grown up. He's still a disaster, but he's respectful of boundaries, he's caring, he's funny in a dry, witty way that I just adore, and hoo lordy that man is a giver! 🥴🥵 Honestly, if he didn't smoke and didn't ditch Daphne in the middle of a party hours away from everything familiar to her surrounded by strangers to go do drugs, I'd call Frank perfect. He listened, he respected her wishes, he tried to keep some distance between them when he found out she'd gone on a date with his best friend (it failed utterly and brought us to the "damn that man's good with his mouth" portion of the movie lmao but still)... I don't have a whole lot of experience with men who actually give a shit, okay? So Frank is like a goddamn unicorn to me lmao. But that drug thing... That keeps him at the bottom of the Top 5 for me. Sorry, bb

4 Bucky

I can already hear everyone on here raging at me for placing Bucky so low on this list, but hear me out: I love this man. I love all four iterations of this man. Flirty 40s Bucky was a doll (fun date, not commitment material). Post-POW camp 40s Bucky had a fire to him that set me on fire. The Winter Soldier can choke me any damn day. Unf. And TFATWS Bucky... Oh, lady above, 2023 Bucky is a gem! He's sweet, snarky, and broken. He feels utterly, wretchedly alone in the world, and everyone around him, including his only friend, is telling him to "man up" and "make amends" for shit that was never his fault to begin with, rather than helping him come to terms with all that he's suffered and all that he's survived. Bucky needs and deserves love. A relationship with him would be so solid, if he found the right person... But it would take a fuck ton of work. He needs someone strong, patient, and more stubborn than he is to prod him until he finds a better therapist and actually opens up, and to keep him on track because even good therapy comes with homework. He does have to "do the work," Sam was right about that much, but he was way off base with what that "work" is. Bucky needs help and understanding, and he would be an amazing boyfriend... if he found someone with the strength to help him weather his nightmares and flashbacks, and help pull him out of this PTSD pit he's been in since 1943.

3 Chris Beck

Big brains turn me on, okay? 😂This man is an astronaut and a surgeon! Yes, please! Come here, you sexy genius! He's smart, he's funny - pretty sure Sebastian is incapable of playing anyone who's not delightfully snarky lol. He's pragmatic when he needs to be but there's also nothing he wouldn't do or risk for the ones he loves. This man is husband material and I cannot be convinced otherwise! So why isn't he #1? Cuz of the whole... spending years in space, thing. Super cool job and I'd be his biggest fan on the ground, but god damn, I would miss him while he's away!

2 TJ Hammond

Look, I'm gender fluid and he's a little bit bi 😂😂😂 Let me have my fantasy, okay? TJ's definitely got a lot of shit to work through, but love brings out the best in him. Before that fucking closeted shitbag broke his heart and stomped on it for good measure, TJ was clean and sober for months, he was happy, he was playing piano again, he was pulling himself together. Not only would he be an amazing boyfriend, but his partner would get the extra joy of getting to watch their love and devotion to him be the thing that saves this beautiful man's life. It's not healthy overall to tie your self worth and will to live to a relationship, but if he found the right person who would be there for him through all of life's shit and stick it out, I think he'd be okay. Even after his lowest point and without the support of his family, TJ still had a dream and he still chased it. He's not just the sweetest person to ever grace our screens, but he's ambitious and business-savvy, too. Keep him off drugs and watch this man take over the world, I'm telling you!

So why is TJ only #2? Well, besides the fact that he's like 99% gay and I have no bits he'd be interested in lmao, there's also the fact that this guy owns my heart:

1 Will Franklyn

And not just because we get to see him wet and mostly naked lol. Will is fucking perfect. I would die for this man... because he's already shown that he would die for his love. He almost fucking did, and they weren't even together yet! He's smart and very aware, he's a writer so we'd get to bond/geek out over books together, he's not all full of himself (self-deprecating humor ftw!) and he's willing to help a total stranger despite actual mortal peril, just because it's the right thing to do. Fierce, intelligent, sassy, strong-willed, and a flawless moral compass? YESYESYESYESYES! Forget boyfriend - let me MARRY this man! 😍🥰

[philhoffman]

actually,,,, what are your least favourite PSH movies? be negative, sis

Ohhh I love being a hater 😌 These are my least faves in no particular order:

The Getaway: I lied, this one is definitely first for a reason. The worst. I don’t like the plot or the genre, I don’t like how it looks, I strongly dislike pretty much the entire case except for Phil

The Invention of Lying: This starts out promising but ends up overplaying every joke and reaching in every wrong direction. So many of the jokes aged poorly, and it’s uncomfortable even watching Louis CK. Phil’s appearance is a genuine cameo, so brief it doesn’t make the rest of the film worth it.

Strangers With Candy: Again a cameo role in a comedy that just… is not my kind of humor. Without a doubt one of his performances that makes me laugh the most, but I’m not familiar with the original show and I don’t connect with it that much

Triple Bogey: I want to like this pretentious indie art house film so much but I can’t force myself to 😔 Still not really sure what’s going on. I respect the style and the director deeply but you may be better off watching Phil’s one-minute scene on youtube than buying the DVD like I did

God’s Pocket: This list can’t be all cameos and early movies, so God’s Pocket is probably my least favorite of his more substantial films. I actually like it (mostly bc of his performance, which moves me greatly) but it’s not at the top of my favorites list. Slattery’s directorial debut, you can tell. Either Jenkins and Hendricks were miscast or poorly written (or both), but nothing about their characters/storyline was… good. I’ve reluctantly watched so many semi-mob/blue-collar crime films in the last year my brain might melt. It’s not my type of movie. However, in fairness I can’t complain about the first scene after the opening funeral shot 👀 If a movie gives me that, I can’t stay too mad at it. And seriously Mickey is a sweetheart, Phil plays him with such care and nuance and exhaustion that makes me emotional if I think about it too much

In general I feel very fortunate that the vast majority of Phil’s film and theater projects are of genuine interest to me. I think we have a similar artistic taste and maybe that’s why I connect with him so much, rather than just happening to connect to his work because of him? Like, there are many other actors who I really love but so much of their filmography is not my style at all. With Phil, I really enjoy most of his films and the plays he did as a whole, even outside of his particular role in each

And lately, working through his early films, I’ve tried to see the best in all of them… however, if pressed I could probably be a hater for any movie. Szuler? Weird Polish orgy movie. Joey Breaker? Dumb. Flawless? Absolutely stupid unnecessary crime subplot. Mary and Max? Claymation scares me. Jack Goes Boating? Wash your hair buddy.

[gardenerian]

hello mel! i apologize if you've been asked this before, or don't like talking about it but, i'm rewatching a lot of season 6 & 7. i'm curious to what you and others think about ian's ex-boyfriends? mainly caleb & trevor.

the dynamics between ian & caleb, trevor, mickey are all very different. i'll always root for and stick with mickey and ian. but seeing how ian was with his other boyfriends, was interesting to say the least.

personally, it was really sweet seeing ian happy in a more stable relationship. it was just weird seeing that because it wasn't with mickey. ian and mickey have this developing love & relationship, and they're soulmates. but trevor & caleb helped ian learn a lot.

does any of that make sense? i'm sorry if i said the wrong things. sending love xx

hi there! whew, now this is quite a question! i'm gonna quietly share my thoughts and then hide for the rest of time 😌 i actually do like talking about these seasons. it's hard, bc we all love mickey so much, but there are definitely worthy stories there.

hiding the rest of this indecipherable mess under the cut -

if i could lift caleb up and out of the show, i would. i don't think he really serves a purpose. like. i'm not sure i understand the narrative choice here: lifting a depressed teenager out of the worst time of his life just to shove him into a shitty relationship almost immediately? one where he is not valued, where he is belittled, and where he is so discarded?

but you're right - he did help ian learn a lot. he helped ian learn what kinds of options are out there for him, how to stand up for himself. i just don't think ian needed that kind of relationship to do this. like so much of his story, i think ian's s6 arc would have been much more powerful without a serious boyfriend.

i don't have a problem with a love interest. ian is young, and i think it's okay that he would have a little fun as he moves through the season. but to constantly toss him headlong into serious relationships when he's coming out of episodes? i don't like it. i like the idea of him meeting the firefighters after the accident - they help him become an EMT, help him come out of his shell a little. he has friends, a social life. maybe he has a flirty thing going on with someone who makes him smile. jeff pierre is lovely and they could have utilized him better.

but otherwise, that time was about healing. it was about rising up and coming to terms with the previous two seasons. so much of that was overshadowed by the relationship stuff. it wasn't necessary. i wish he had the space to miss mickey and mourn the life he thought he was building. instead, we got to see the worst, most drawn out het sex scene featuring the guy who has been sure of his homosexuality from day one. very cool.

now...... trevor. as a person? very much like him. as a potential friend or fuck buddy or even short term boyfriend for ian? very much like him. as a potential positive influence on ian? yep, like him.

and that makes it seem very one-sided. i think they could have given each other so much. they could have really validated each other and helped each other navigate this strange early adult life. they both went through a lot of shit. how cool would it have been to see them support each other instead of heckle and hurt each other? they really don't always bring out the best in each other. (not that everyone always has to be at their best in a relationship but it's a weird way to start one, right? and it doesn't even last long before someone cheats. the odds are not in their favor.)

but they just dropped the ball. once again, here comes ian stumbling out of a relationship and a mental health episode - only to find himself in another relationship he's not ready for. ian is looking to fill his emotional needs in all the wrong places. this is common for him, but really unfortunate when it comes to relationships. they don't always treat each other very well, and it sucks because the potential for something good was so great! they did have chemistry - of course not like ian and mickey, but it's not meant to be. i like elliot's screen presence, and i also really like the scenes with trevor and fiona. it could have worked.

and i agree - it is nice to see ian out on dates and getting that new relationship experience. i kinda wish he and trevor had kept it to that casual dating thing, bc once they raise the stakes, it gets super weird and forced once mickey pops in and out of the picture. once again - how nice would it have been for ian to have a real friend to navigate both the loss of mickey and his mom? instead, ian comes off as a real creep and trevor goes all chub bar. like, if they were gonna have that relationship be what they built it up to be, ian's cheating should have been the end of it.

i won't go off about s8 because i don't think i can handle it. it's so unfair to everyone involved. but i do agree that these relationships did teach ian some lessons. they're certainly part of him, for good or ill. and did they learn anything from ian? i'd think trevor probably did. anyways, i'm so sorry to throw all of these thoughts at you. i will stop talking now 😌

[tsukikoayanosuke]

(Temporary) Final Thoughts of Pomefiore Arc

Since this is my official first-time experience of playing this 'live', I haven't read the translation fully. So, I'll probably re-doing this after reading/watching everything.

Essentially what I like and what I'm mixed with.

I will first address something that has been bugging me since early update. And that's about the delay. Now, I'm not going to talk about the actual delay, but the reaction. Lots of people complaining and blaming the staff and just... Guys, give them some slack. Do you know what happens when you rush production? You'll get something like Frozen 2, where they had to edit so much stuff in just 6 months before the release date because of the failed test screening. As someone who once made an RPG, coding is hard, especially something massive like Twisted-Wonderland. Sitting in front of your computer for six hours straight, coding and beta testing over and over, making the OST, scripting, voice acting. This is a massive group project and it can't be rushed even if you want to unless you want it to be glitching so bad like the Ghost Marriage incident (or was it Fairy Gala?)

Especially during this pandemic and all its protocol. My parents are professors and even they don't go to campus every day, instead, they use zoom to teach and for work meetings. I barely go out from my own house except for physical therapy and volunteer work, which usually once in two weeks because we take turns. Are you saying the staff must risk their health just for a gacha game? Guys, they might be a professional, but they are still human. Cut some slacks. Be grateful we haven't gone into absolute development hell. Yes, the Halloween event was big, but Pomefiore Arc is part of the Main Story, of course, they will give extra care compare to filler event (which might be created in the first place to give them more time in Pomefiore Arc development, which is why we don't get any Christmas event)

On to the story, I don't know how to rate the scale, but it might be slightly lower than Scarabia Arc. Can you really compare a school talent show to a rebellion? Also, in paper, this should be more light-hearted than the four arcs before it.

However, the lack of stake didn't reduce the content quality. From what I remember, there is not a single chapter that can be count as filler, from Yuu's befriending Mickey, the understandably training arc, Vil's unique magic, Deuce and Epel bonding, and the actual VDC (but I do think the tour around the campus with Riddle and Trey was a bit boring)

Also, slight worldbuilding. We finally see Sage Island in its full glory and found out RSA is a freaking Disney Castle and on the same island!

This also gives us possibly the longest rhythm game, plus chibi Jamil rapping. There's just a lot of singing in this episode, which is understandable.

I appreciate Yuu finally taking notice of the Great Seven dreams, which I hope we can get more of this and actually do something with this and not just Disney Movie references, which later in the Episode shows Yuu sort of connecting their dream and Vil's poisoning attempt.

Speaking of Vil, he's a fantastic character. Okay, I aware that we can't like all characters, there will be haters anywhere. But it seems like Vil is hated a lot because he's 'arrogant' and 'only care about beauty'. Guys, he's not Jeffery Star. This Episode shows Vil as someone much more: a hard worker, passionate in acting, and a great teacher. I always see Vil as the more mature of the cast, the mentor. And he's also basically bullied when he was a child. "TV told me how to feel" as they would say, and children believe everything they saw on TV, so of course they would see Vil as the villain. It's also interesting, as someone mentioned earlier, how Vil is a foil to Leona, where Leona just gave up, Vil doesn't stop and keep striving, and that's an admirable trait. He just wants to get the protagonist role for once and break the norm.

Another character that I like is the new combo, DeuPel (Deuce and Epel). I should've known that they will be bad boy buddies with one trying to get away from the past, while the other wants to embrace it but can't at the moment. The shouting moment at the beach is wonderful despite I haven't read the full translation. Separately, Deuce shines so much with his willingness to learn. Meanwhile, Epel finally respecting Vil and all the training is probably one of the best character development so far.

Why one of the best? Because Kalim has great character development. How he grows to be more mature in this Episode really warms my heart. Again, I need to read/watch the translation to appreciate this more. The way he reassures Jamil to take the part as the main singer, but at the same time work hard to maybe get a spot as well is great.

Sadly, because Epel taking the spotlight as Deuce's partner, Ace was sort of underused. Same as Jamil, but sort of worse since he overblotted in the last chapter but has less development than Kalim. Rook also might seem doesn't do much, but he's more as Vil's support, which is why I kinda forgive him.

But, the highlight of this is probably our very own Snow White, Neige Blanche. Can I just say how much I appreciate that Niege doesn't have a dark side? He's a sweet boy and I just really appreciate that considering we're surrounded by a cast of not so great people, it's kinda refreshing to see someone just pure. The dwarves' design are also adorable, can't really say more since we haven't seen them in depth.

And since this is a School Festival Arc, all 22 students have a cameo. I know some people who are thrilled to finally Idia in the main story and to meed Che'nya again since Episode 1.

Unfortunately, Crowley proved to be useless again. When he finally appears in this final update I screamed: "SIR! Where were you?!"

Let's go back with Rook. What he did in the last update was definitely shocking. I knew something is wrong when he smiles after Vil's monologing. So this is the only time through the update I read the translation. And I sort of get it.

So, Rook and Vil's relationship should mirror how the Evil Queen and the huntsman. I mentioned above that Rook is Vil's support and I mean that. Rook and Vil's relationship is another level of prefect and their vice. It's just fascinating. Rook is just as reliable as Jade, but also not afraid to against his perfect like Jamil, also is not afraid to say something against his perfect, unlike Trey.

And it shows in this finale. Rook is always praising the beauty of things and Vil's hard works is truly a sight, but the way Vil unable to believe in himself, it clouded what is supposed to be something truly beautiful. Compare to Neige who is basically Snow White, the purest Disney Princess, there's just no way Rook would not pick RSA. I admit, I was pissed when RSA win, but when Rook started talking, I knew there was something more. And I finally found it. Rook's message is basically "believe in yourself", the most Disney-thing ever.

Saving the best (or worst) for last, I was terrified when Grim happened. We already guess that Grim is the same monster in the prologue, but I never thought it will happen so soon. The flashed of the monster and Yuu's carriage is also a point, but we have so little info that he can't pull a conclusion yet. Is this a timeloop? Is this a vision? This is the darkest ending we've gotten and I'm scared of what will happen.

Overall, Pomefiore Arc is an enjoyable Episode, definitely a step up emotionally. The cast are wonderful as always, the theme of hard work and believing in yourself are spot on, Vil's hero journey is great (I'll give more explanation soon). Great job, team.

[thevioletjones]

48. “You make me want things I can’t have.” 💜

Thanks for the inspiration! 💜

Prompt 3

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Ian Gallagher was starting to become a problem.

And the worst part about it was that he wasn’t even a problem that Mickey wanted to resolve. No. He just kept holding Ian closer and refusing to push him away like he should. He was just letting him ruin Mickey’s mediocre life. Because something about Ian was unshakeable. It wasn’t just that Ian kept coming back no matter what Mickey ever said or did, either. Ian was definitely persistent, but Mickey had formed an attachment too, even though he did everything in his power to hide it. It was still there, buried under layers of caustic remarks, aloof expressions, and occasional lashing out. He wasn’t proud of his behavior, but it was just who he was, and remaining unchanged in his ways was easier than the alternative.

Ian was definitely too good for him. Sure, he was hood trash too, but they were on two different levels. Ian was buffed up with a certain surface shine that Mickey lacked. Although, he would admit he’d come a long way in his style and hygiene game since his early days as an unwashed miscreant. Mickey was a gay man after all, and not immune to gaying certain things up, despite his tendency to flout homo conventions. If he wanted the ability to get a decent dick in his ass, there were standards that he’d learned to push himself to meet. This was the glossiest Mickey was ever gonna get, and it still came with a pinch of grime and hostility.

Maybe he’d developed enough sense to give a fuck, but he still didn’t give two shits either; a concept that walking contradictions the world over could likely comprehend.

The thing about Gallagher was that he was sweet. Not in an annoying, cloying, obvious way that was anathema to everything Mickey was about, but in a low-key, casual, incidental kind of way that somehow managed to be attractive, even to someone with Mickey’s abrasive nature. Ian played tough, and he genuinely was in many ways, but he had a gooey, marshmallow center that evened him out. Mickey didn’t see himself as having that sort of balance.

But there were these unsettling moments like this, usually in the middle of the night or early in the morning, when Mickey would catch himself watching Ian unawares. Unawares because he only ever did it when the redhead was deep in sleep. Suddenly, Mickey would be Mr. Contemplation, burning a hole into the face of the dude he was banging, daring to wonder what could happen between them if he wasn’t an emotionally stunted asshole. And then he’d reflect on what Ian’s life was like whenever he wasn’t around; the things Mickey acted like he didn’t care to know.

These circular thought patterns never led anywhere good, because at the end of the day, Ian wasn’t his. And Mickey could never be Ian’s. He’d long ago resigned himself to a certain destiny that involved long-term solitude until his dying day, which he’d always been fairly certain would come prematurely and most likely in violent fashion. It would be ridiculous to drag someone else into his vortex of apathy for life and the general traditions of living it. Especially someone like Ian, who was good; who helped people because he genuinely cared about, like, the well-being of humanity and shit. Despite the occasional soft look or revelatory comment that Ian would throw his way, he knew better than to think he’d want to be saddled with Mickey’s non-reciprocating ogre-y ass.

Usually when one of these intense, one-sided staring sessions would take place, Mickey would overcompensate for silently slipping by adding an extra dose of rudeness when he kicked Ian out after the fact. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure why Gallagher still bothered with him. It wasn’t like he couldn’t get laid elsewhere. Ian was the type that would never have trouble finding a willing ass. Yet somehow he kept coming back to Mickey and ignoring all the negatives thrown in his path. It didn’t make much sense on either of their parts… allowing each other in on any terms. Probably meant that Ian was just as fucked up as he was, really.

Blowing out the last hit off his smoke, Mickey glanced at the bedside clock and stubbed out the cigarette butt. 3:26 AM and he was wide awake, just gawking at his slumbering ginger fuck buddy, and trying to repress the multitude of emotions swirling within him. It was truly pathetic.

He could just get the hell up and drag his ass to the living room to play video games or watch late-night TV, but no. Apparently he liked suffering and feeling conflicted. What a pussy.

Not ten minutes went by before there was slow movement from the other side of the bed... Ian turning over in his sleep, reaching an arm out, and searching. Searching for the warmth of Mickey’s body, it would seem.

A big hand landed on his thigh, rubbing it softly as tired eyes blinked open, and a groggy voice sounded, “What’re’y’doin’?”

Oh, just fuckin’ lying here starin’ at your pasty ass for some reason. “Can’t sleep.”

“Didn’t wear you out?” Ian asked with a breathy titter, squeezing the sensitive flesh precariously close to Mickey’s groin.

Maybe it made his dick twitch a little.

“When did one round ever wear me out?”

“Pretty sure there were two rounds. Did you forget about the couch?”

“Random handies while watchin’ mediocre porn barely counts as a round, carrot-top.”

“A, it wasn’t that mediocre, and B, do you only consider it sex if penetration is involved?”

“I mean… it helps.”

“What about blowjobs, then? How would you classify them?”

“Sex act, but not sex, sex. Know what I mean?”

Ian laughed. “Not really. What about lesbians?”

“Definitely don’t wanna have my cock anywhere near those.”

“Har har. I mean, what would you call lesbian sex?”

“Gross? Boring? I don’t fuckin’ know. Never had it, don’t plan to.”

Ian laughed harder and it made Mickey feel good. “Pretty sure lesbians don’t want fuck all to do with you either, bottom boy.”

“Hey, likin’ what I like don’t make me a bitch.”

“No, but you seem pretty hostile toward anything but a real live human cock poking you in the asshole. I mean, naysaying getting your dick sucked? That’s a bold bossy bottom stance to take.”

“What can I say? I’m a simple man with simple kinks. Aren’t you glad I don’t need any freaky extra shit to get me off?”

“What kinda freaky extras are we talkin’?”

“Fuck off, Gallagher. Don’t act like you don’t just live for stickin’ that big red dick inside any tight manhole that’ll accommodate it. Does that make you a hungry top just begging for it?”

“I prefer ‘brutal top,’ since it’s so big, as you were so kind to mention.”

Mickey rolled his eyes into tomorrow. “Gotta remember to stop accidentally complimenting it. You get so fuckin’ uppity about it.”

Ian rolled over and boxed him in, nuzzling around his face and neck, while Mickey tried to bat him away.

“Come on,” prodded Ian. “Big hard cock seeks tight little hole for another round of deep penetration.”

Mickey could feel said big hard cock firming right up against his hip. “Ixnay on the cutesy man seeking man dirty talk, fuckhead. I will make you take that hulking boner elsewhere.”

“No you won’t,” Ian replied, humping down against him.

Of course he wouldn’t, but he had to front at least a little bit. That was the nature of his inner beast.

While they were fucking, Mickey could just let himself get lost in all the appropriate heightened sensations that really good sex immersed him in. Immersed him and Ian in. Ian and him. Them. Reveling in the pleasure of carnality was totally kosher… as long as it limited him from basking in that additional Ian stuff. That feelings stuff that he had no idea what to do with. That unfathomable connection that existed between them.

He let Ian kiss him a lot too. Like, a lot, a lot. That wasn’t customary for him with other dudes. In fact, it barely ever happened. It was just another habit Ian had slipped under the wire to form with him when he wasn’t paying enough attention. Mickey was pretty sure he’d kissed more girls in his life than boys, because that was always an easy, less disgusting way to publicly appear straight during the years he’d spent in the closet. With guys, there was nothing to prove and everything to hide, so it just wasn’t something he incorporated into his casual sex routine.

Before Ian, he hadn’t exactly attracted the kind of dudes that warranted sticking around for in any capacity, or who made any kind of effort to stick with him. There were never any near-miss boyfriends, or pine-worthy hookups. Sex was always transactional and he’d been perfectly fine with that arrangement.

The truth was that once he’d fucked up and invited Ian in for repeats over and over again, he started to figure out that the sex just kept getting hotter and hotter. That when two bodies really took the time to get to know each other, things fit better, motions got smoother, and orgasms got a thousand times stronger. Turned out that one-night-stands were not where the fuck it was at. Those were always crapshoots with odds that were at best 25/75 in favor of mediocrity. With Ian, it was guaranteed total fulfillment 100% of the time.

That was the only explanation he could find for this unexpected addiction he was stuck with. An addiction to Ian and his stupidly perfect cock. The rest of his body was alright too. And when he spoke, he wasn’t completely fucking annoying. His personality and his nature were tolerable. Mickey didn’t want to gouge his eyes out every time he got sucked into a conversation.

They didn’t really hang out, though. Outside of the bedroom, that is. It was like the whole game changed when they were in bed. They could fuck, they could goof around and have a laugh, they could wrestle, they could accidentally say something profound once in a while… but if Ian had a bag of food when he dropped by, Mickey wasn’t about to sit on the couch and watch TV with him while he ate it, and he definitely wasn’t going to accept a portion for himself.

Until tonight, that is. Or last night, or however the fuck time was identified when you were a natural night owl.

Tonight, they’d crossed another invisible line in the sand, and Mickey had found himself chowing down on tacos, while heckling some shitty 90s action film; his part-time lover chuckling next to him with a sloppy mouth.

It was fucking terrifying.

So as soon as he’d realized what was actually happening, and how much he didn’t hate it, Mickey had switched over to some hardcore porn. They’d cracked jokes about it at first, but it’d done the trick of quickly leading to the familiar comfort of sexual gratification. With that justification, Mickey could just sweep the whole ‘watching a movie and eating together like they were on a date’ thing under the proverbial rug without further examination.

At least until Ian had fallen asleep around 2 AM. Then it was dwell city.

By 4:30 AM, Ian had fucked him into the mattress once again, and promptly fallen back asleep without a care in the world. Mickey was more than sated, but felt even more awake than he had an hour ago, his brain full of fresh bullshit about the man next to him and what was happening between them.

He opened his bedside drawer and pulled out his stash, knowing the high would fog up his brain enough to go off on thought tangents, and eventually shut down for at least five hours. Within ten minutes, he felt a little better, or at least more distracted. He was still very aware of Ian’s looming presence in the darkness, though. He wanted to be comforted by it, but he just couldn’t relax.

There’d always been a buffer between them, which Mickey had been diligent in maintaining, and he could see it slowly falling away now. If he didn’t step up and push back, pretty soon there’d be no barrier left standing. Who the fuck knew what could happen then.

He hated it. He felt so fucking out of control, when it should be the easiest thing in the world to control. All he had to do was break it off. He knew exactly what to say and do to make that happen. Knew enough to be able to really hit Ian where it hurt, both literally and figuratively.

But goddamn it, he didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to make Ian sad, and he didn’t want to give into his own desire to try for more. He would always fuck it up, because he was a fuck-up by nature. His goddamn knuckles spelled it all out in block letters.

He wanted Ian, but he didn’t want the responsibility. Didn’t trust himself, because no one had ever trusted him before in his entire life. What kind of dumbass wanted that kind of damaged douchebag for a boyfriend? No sane one.

Against his better judgment, Mickey rolled closer to Ian and wrapped an arm around his middle, spooning him the way he secretly liked it when Ian spooned him. He held him close and breathed in his scent.

“You make me want things I can’t have,” he murmured to himself, exhaling heavily against Ian’s neck.

He fell asleep swiftly, and in the morning, he didn’t ask Ian to leave.

[littlespoonevan]

If you have time, I’d love to see a lil fic of Mickey being out and proud. In public, with coworkers, you decide, I just love unashamed Mickey.

so i was stumped about what to write for this for ages but thankfully @belleandkurtbastian came through with a great suggestion in one of their asks! I hope you like it!

(friendly reminder i’m not accepting prompts right now while i finish the ones i have in my inbox and work on my longfic!

*

Mickey’s never really seen himself as a “Date Night”kinda guy but ever since he and Ian got married – and somehow ended up with allthe responsibility of a house and kids right after – he’s gotta admit datenight has basically become the most precious night of the week.

His and Ian’s schedules generally overlap pretty wellbut between Ian working nights every three weeks and Mickey having to workevery second weekend and the Gallagher house being the Gallagher house findingtime alone isn’t always the easiest. So Wednesday night is date night unlessIan is working and it’s a tradition Mickey never expected to have but he can’treally imagine his week without it now.

They’re in a new restaurant tonight, finally both havingbeen back at work long enough that the amount of money coming in is larger thanthe amount of money going out. So they’re splurging a little bit, tryingsomewhere that requires one of his good shirts. And it’s nice; the place isn’ttoo crowded or overrun with families like the places they usually go. It’s calmand quiet and Mickey likes that heand Ian get to do this now.

While they’re waiting for their food Ian leans backin his chair, hand slipping out of Mickey’s and dislodging his legs from wherethey’re tangled with Mickey’s under the table. “I gotta go to the bathroom; I’llbe back in a sec.”

Mickey watches him go and can’t help the smile at thecorners of his mouth. Shit is really fucking good right now.

“Milkovich?”

Mickey freezes at the sound of someone calling hisname but after a beat he recognises the voice. Turning slightly, he sees Andyfrom work stalled in front of their table. Andy is a middle-aged dad with abeer belly but as far as his co-workers go he’s a pretty decent guy. Neverknows when the fuck to let a joke go but he’s harmless and never made any snidecomments or looked down on Mickey for his past. He’s not the worst personMickey could bump into outside of work.

“Hey man,” he greets easily. “What’s up?”

“The wife’s making me take her out for dinner,” hesays, expression all dramatic and long-suffering as he nods towards where hiswife is sitting a few tables over. “You know how it is.”

Mickey hums, hoping the pleasantries will end there,before Andy starts appraising him more closely. Taking in Mickey’s shirt andclean-shaven face and the general environment, his grin turns teasing.

“Guess you doknow how it is,” he laughs, nudging Mickey’s arm with his elbow. “The missusmakin’ you take her out too?”

Mickey supresses an eyeroll. The guys at work know he’smarried and he’s also pretty sure he’s mentioned Ian by name plenty of timesbut he guesses the whole “straight is the default” thing prevents some peoplefrom putting two and two together.

“Actually-“

Before he can say anymore he feels a hand touch hisother shoulder as Ian re-emerges from the bathroom. Mickey watches him as herounds their table to take his seat again.

“Hey,” Ian says softly, smiling at Mickey before heglances up at Andy expectantly.

And Jesus, Mickey just remembers all over again howmuch he’s in love with him. Reaching across the table to take Ian’s hand, helooks up at Andy. “This is my husband, Ian.” The words come out proud, steady, happy and Mickey feels his mouth lift ina smile when Ian squeezes his hand.

Andy stares at him, dumbfounded, before his eyeswiden and his face contorts as he quickly attempts to recover. “Shit,Milkovich, sorry!” he blusters, looking embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to assumewith the wife stuff.”

Mickey bites back a laugh at the panic in Andy’s eyesand inclines his head. “It’s cool.”

Andy breathes a sigh of relief and whirls to Ianthen. “Ian, is it?” he asks, thrusting out his hand for Ian to shake. “I’m Andy;I work with Mickey at the security office.”

Ian’s expression clears in understanding and heshakes Andy’s hand. “Hey, nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Andy says before his face turns pink insudden realisation. “Man, I’ve been an idiot, huh?”

Mickey frowns in confusion and Andy gives him asheepish look. “I was always pretty confused why you were talkin’ about your bestfriend like he hung the moon.”

Mickey’s eyes widen as he realises where this isgoing but before he can say anything Ian barks a laugh. “You thought I was hisbest friend?”

“Yeah, well he’d always talk about you guys going fora beer or to play baseball, I guess I just assumed,” Andy admits.

Mickey’s insides lock up at the mention of thedugouts – he definitely never saidthey were playing baseball but sure, he supposes they cover the bases when theygo there. Fuck, Ian is never gonna let him live this down.

“Makes sense though,” Andy says then because heclearly never knows when to fucking stop talking. “The smile on his face whenhe’d talk about you. I sure as hell never look like that when I’m talking aboutmy buddies.”

Ian is positively beaming now but Mickey pointedlyrefuses to meet his gaze. “Well now I gotta see this smile,” Ian says.

“You see it every fuckin’ day,” Mickey scowls whichhas the exact opposite effect than intended because Ian’s expression just goesimpossibly soft and he brushes his thumb over Mickey’s ring where their handsare still folded together.

Andy finally takes that as his cue to leave, raisinghis eyebrows. “Well uh, I better get back to my table before my wife getsannoyed and orders for me. See you at work, Milkovich!”

Mickey gives him a lame, “See ya,” and watches himgo. When he turns his gaze back to Ian reluctantly the soft look in his eyes isstill very much intact.

“You talk about me at work,” Ian says quietly, moreof an awed statement then a question.

“So?” Mickey huffs. “You probably talk about me atwork.”

“I do,” Ian confirms and that pulls Mickey up short. “Sue’sbanned me from using the word “husband” because she says everyone knows who I’mtalking about anyway.”

Mickey opens his mouth to say something but nothingcomes out. He’s- he’d figured he probably came up in conversation sometimes butit’s one thing to assume that and another to hear Ian’s been talking people’sear off about him.

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty infamous,” he says thoughnone of his usual bravado is present.

Ian laughs, looking impossibly fucking endeared as hesqueezes Mickey’s hand and twists their legs together under the table again. “Uhhuh.”

Mickey lasts approximately four more seconds underIan’s smiling gaze before he has to duck his head, feeling a blush rise to hischeeks. “Stop fucking lookin’ at me like that, Ian.”

“Hey,” Ian murmurs, tugging on his hand, and Mickeyraises his head with a sigh. “I love you.”

The words are like a shot of warmth through Mickey’swhole body and he feels his bashfulness ebb away. Yeah, he talks about Ian atwork because he fucking wants to and he getsto because he loves Ian and he’s not afraid to tell anyone that anymore.

Including Ian.

“I love you too,” he replies and he’d never actuallyrealised his voice could be so gentle before he started telling Ian those wordsevery day.

Ian squeezes his hand once more and releases him.

When Mickey finally tears his gaze away from him hecatches Andy’s eye across the room. Andy smiles at him, raising his glass inacknowledgement.

Mickey nods back in response, letting a smile sitcomfortably on his face, and goes back to enjoying date night with his husband.

*

[funky-boat-zone]

the lighthouse chronicles: part 7/??

boss man

maybe it’s just a botched take, but it sounds like they got the seagull twins’ voices mixed up?

“i remember a time when the tugs all thought bluenose was being bossy” and the award for understatement of the century goes to aurora!

i still maintain that bluenose’s voice doesn’t fit him and they should have gone all-out with the “obnoxious drill sergeant” archetype. it’s not like they thought the subject of the navy was too mature/scary either, since krakatoa is still mentioned to be a naval ship here

that being said, bluenose’s new characterization as an obnoxious rule-stickler who keeps citing the rules to justify bothering the other tugs is kind of funny.

yep, bluenose’s barge hitting the munitions barge was an “accident” here. 

“bluenose, where are you” ffs ten cents he’s literally right next to you, the editors didn’t even bother to fully crop the shot to give the illusion that you’re not next to each other

love the inexplicable close-up shot of big mickey, who doesn’t actually do anything in this episode

as much as i don’t like how this butchered “munitions’’, i can kind of understand why they chose to tone down bluenose for this series. a character who almost kills the main cast (and indirectly kills a non-speaking character) through sheer incompetence probably wouldn’t be appropriate for this show’s target audience. and hey, he’s not the worst offender in terms of poorly-adapted antagonists!

grampus’ banter with him at the end is also kinda funny, for what it’s worth.

sophie, come home

did sunshine get a new va for her singing voice? it’s lower/smoother than her speaking voice. (or maybe her va just couldn’t maintain the same tone used for her normal voice)

as someone with a brother, i’m just gonna repeat what everyone says about media depicting siblings and say that siblings don’t talk to each other like this and generally aren’t each other’s “best friends”

also the dread has finally sunken in: this is going to be a whole episode about sunshine moping to the other characters about how much she misses ten cents. 

warrior hit little ditcher and sent him spinning out of control for the sake of making sunshine laugh. dick move, warrior. i thought you were better than this

glad to see billy’s habit of not being the least bit reassuring has carried over

“tramper”? surely he has a name, i wouldn’t say “i’m going to visit my good buddy human”

also with the context that tramper is nantucket in the original show, i’m just yelling at sunshine to get away from him, he has Diseases

admittedly this is just because i’m not super close to my brother, so correct me if i’m wrong: it really doesn’t seem healthy that sunshine was this upset over ten cents being away from snugboat harbor when he was only gone for a day (granted, i think she’s supposed to be a kid? but it’s not super easy to tell when she’s a talking boat)

who took my crayons?

after i sic osha on snugboat harbor and hopefully put a stop to all these accidents, i am going to outlaw the boats from singing on the job. 

unfortunately i’ve run out of jokes about zip’s voice, and there’s not much else to make fun of because he doesn’t really do much besides hang out and agree with zug. 

conspiracy: zip’s only in the show because they couldn’t fully edit him out and so many of zug’s scenes involve him. he never actually gets an episode like zorran and zb did, and he never gets a full scene to himself without zug somewhere near him. 

this is an adaptation of “pirate”, but sadly sea rogue isn’t in this. 

pretty ironic that ten cents is the one accusing zip and zug of stealing the barge when it was the other way around in the actual episode. 

salty’s lighthouse!zip and zug did nothing wrong 2k21

high spirits

love how the “earthquake” is just the editors shaking the camera.

“but nobody’s hurt” this ain’t sodor

if the building that ten cents is “steadying” has been empty for years and is already weakened from the earthquake, then why try to save it to begin with?

poor little ditcher. ripped from his moorings by strong winds, hit by warrior and sent spinning out of control for the sake of a joke, and now jostled by an earthquake :(

(and yes i know the crane in this episode isn’t little ditcher specifically but still-)

how strong was this earthquake to beach izzy (who is not a small vessel by any means)?

izzy doesn’t talk once during this whole encounter. he’s just sitting there and accepting his fate

captain star praises her tugs for their work, and yet zero doesn’t say a single word (positive or otherwise) to his fleet? damn, that’s cold