#micky babbles

[bears-ao3-blog]

I loved to befriend a dove so much, I saw that the final chapter got posted while I was at work and just had to read the whole thing at my desk! Since you're taking requests I am also a huge lesbian, with a love for femfortress butch lesbian Sniper. A genderswapped sniperscout drabble with a butch Sniper who has the same well crafted personality as your guy Sniper in befriend a dove would be amazing. <3

Secretly Simple (AU: Fem Fortress) - Requested by Anon

It was a quiet evening, with most of the crew already tucking in for bed. As for Scout and Sniper, they were enjoying the crisp late-day air as they attended to their hobbies. Sniper was fixing up a rather dull kukri, and Scout was babbling on about whatever matters may cross her mind, the assassin beside her idly listening as she applied honing oil to her stone and resumed the quiet scraping of metal on grit. Scout suddenly stopped rambling for a moment before she spoke once more in a musing manner. 

"'Ey, Mickie? We should, like, go on a date or somethin'." 

Sniper pulled away from sharpening the blade to eye Scout with a cocked brow, obviously confused. She tilted her slightly as she replied. 

"Aren't we datin' already?" 

Scout threw her hands up, clearly exasperated at not being fully understood. 

"Yes, we are, and yet we haven’t gone on a single date." 

Sniper picked up where she left off with a soft hum, the shrill scrape of metal sounding behind her words as she spoke in a murmur. 

"We've gone 'n plenty dates. We wen' stargazin' that one time, an' before then we had that late-night bonfire." 

Scout gave her an unamused glare, her own brow raising. 

"We weren't together den, but nice try. C'moonnnn! It'll be fun! I can plan it an' everythin'! You don’t gotta worry about nothin', doll, trust me." 

Sniper paused, shifting to face the other in her chair, brows furrowed, scepticalness lacing her eyes as she argued back. 

"'Ey now, shouldn't I be plannin' it?" 

Scout pondered it for a moment. Sniper seemed to always take the reins in the relationship, using her affinity for dressing and acting more masculine as an excuse and explanation.  

"No, no, let me 'andle it." 

"You don't have to do nothin', 'roo, I've got it." 

"Just sit there an' look pretty, luv." 

Waves of frustration and stubbornness washed over Scout the more she thought about it. She could step up, too! Did Sniper think she wouldn’t be any good at it or something? Screw that! She totally could be! Scout suddenly turned back with a determination in her eyes. 

"Nope. Dis time I gots it all under control, an' you get to sit an' look pretty." 

She emphasized her last sentence with an eyebrow wiggle, and Sniper's eyes widened for a moment before she scowled, turning away with red cheeks. The markswoman seemed to think about it herself for a moment before sighing. 

"Fine. When ya thinkin'?" 

The speedster shifted in position so her knee held her head, and she tapped the bottom of her chin lightly as she hummed contemplatively. Sniper looked at her expectantly with a tilted head. Scout glanced over to see her boring eyes and quickly looked away. When she snuck another glance and Sniper's gaze was still there, her face pinched in slight irritation at being rushed. 

"I'll let ya freakin' know, alright? I still gotta actually plan da thing, jeez." 

Sniper let a small smile slip, making Scout frown deeper, feeling patronized. Her sour mood was quickly lifted, though, as Sniper leaned over the side-by-side arm rests of their chairs to plant a gentle kiss to her forehead. Sniper pulled back, the smile remaining, looking lovingly into Scout's wide eyes, the runner's cheeks burning and chest squeezing at the sight. 

"Lookin' forward to it, luv." 

Ok. It's official. This date's gotta be awesome. No room for error. 

...how the hell do you plan a date? Scout's little experience she had with them were with guys, and they usually did all the planning. She just had to show up when and where they told her to. Scout felt a twinge of nervousness firmly tug at her. 

Aw, jeez. She needed help. Bad. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Engineer was her first choice for advice, simply because that's who she always went to for advice. She was right outside the base the next day, banging away at her newest teleporter prototype with her wrench with loud, grating clanks. Scout scurried up to her with a bright, almost excited smile. Engineer smiled back. 

"Well hey there, pumpkin! How are ya?" 

"Good, real good, Engie. Hey, uhh...I wanna plan a date for Snipes, but I don't gotta clue how I'm s'pposta go about it. An' I mean, you know everythin' about everythin'!  Sooo...do ya maybe have any ideas?" 

Any hope for help on the inventor's part was swiftly squashed when Engineer's face scrunched in mild discomfort at the mention of "date". Scout's bright-eyed expression quickly fell as Engineer cringed. The older woman spoke gingerly, obviously feeling guilty about it. 

"Ah, I'm sorry Scout, but I've got no experience in that department. Gimme a gadget ta fix and I'll get it done in two shakes, but romance? Ehh...not my strong suit." 

Scout slumped in her posture and Engineer gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder. 

"There's plenty other gals who'll help ya out 'round here! Just gotta ask around." 

Scout sighed, obviously disappointed, but her determination quickly won over and she perked back up, nodding. 

"You're right. I'm gonna go, see ya later, Engie!" 

"Cya, sugar!" 

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Duh, of course Heavy and Medic were the right ones to go to! They were the only other gay couple – that she was aware of – on the team. So, when she waltzed into the Medical Bay, expecting all of her problems to be solved by the end of their conversation, it was quite the disappointment when it, in fact, did not play out as she was expecting. 

"Guys, I need help takin' Snipes out on a date, what- Oh sweet Jesus-." 

The couple was knee-deep in a conversation while Medic was elbows-deep in Heavy's torso, rummaging through her organs, the doctor's red gloves shining with the much darker red of blood, and Scout swiftly turned around as nausea stirred within her. Scout heard an annoyed huff from the medical practitioner. 

"Fräulein, it is qvite rude to barge into someone's quarters vithout making yourself known first." 

Scout waved back dismissively with one hand, the other covering her mouth to stave off the bile that had risen up her throat as she made a uncomfortable noise. She cringed, swallowing, before taking a moment to pull herself together and turn around, much more prepared for the sight, though it didn't make her gut churn any less. Her eyes landed on a very unamused looking Medic and a slightly sheepish looking Heavy. Medic's face suddenly fell as if she made a realization, before it lit up brightly. 

"Vait, vhat was that about you und Frau Sniper? A date? Oh, how exciting!" 

Heavy also seemed to brighten at the mention and she perked up a little bit, the shift in her position making a small stream of blood spurt out of her abdominal cavity.  

"A date, you say?" 

Scout turned her head away at the sight in disgust, and Medic scolded Heavy in a hushed voice for moving. 

"Ach, do not viggle, Süße!" 

"Ой! My apologies, Doktor." 

"Qvite alright, just...try to be more still, ja?" 

Scout gingerly turned back, desperately averting her gaze from Heavy's open stomach and chest. 

"So, uh...date? Advice? It's gotta be good." 

Medic hummed contemplatively as she continued rummaging through Heavy's innards with an awful squelch of gloves and organs. 

"Vell, me und Heavy do not go on dates very often. Zis is our idea of dates, now zat I sink about it. Isn't that right, Heavy?" 

"Is true. Nice for us, но...perhaps not for you and Sniper." 

Scout eyed them with a mix of disbelief and frustration. 

"Uh, yeah not for me an' Snipes! Damnit...what do I do?" 

Heavy spoke up this time, her voice straining after a particularly painful tug from Medic. 

"I vould not recommend the Soldier for advice, I feel I do not need to explain why. ...Or Demowoman, she would not be much help either. Perhaps Spy?" 

Scout's face scrunched at the idea, scoffing in disbelief. 

"Uh. Yeah, not happenin'. I don't wanna talk ta dat old hag, ya kiddin'?" 

Both Medic and Heavy side-eyed each other and Scout slightly dipped her head in confusion. 

"...what?" 

Medic ignored the question, resuming her exploration of the gorefest below her. 

"Vell, she is your last option. It iz up to you if you vish to give her a chance." 

Scout's scowl faltered slightly. Medic did have a point. She would be shit at planning the date on her own...maybe she really did need to talk to Spy... Man, this was gonna suck. Scout groaned, looking up at the ceiling in exasperation, before dropping her head to pout at the two older women. 

"Lotta help you two were...I guess I'm gonna go. Have fun..., uhh, wit that, I guess." 

"Goodbye, leetle lady." 

"Auf Wiedersehen!" 

Scout offered a lazy throw of her hand as a wave goodbye as she pushed through the Medical Bay doors, feeling disheartened. She could already feel her pride shriveling into a sad raisin at the thought of asking Spy for help. God, what was she becoming? She trudged through the hallways begrudgingly before she finally found herself standing in front of Spy's stupid fancy door, the scent of cigarette smoke wafting through the crack and making the runner scowl in disgust. She lifted her hand, every part of her yelling at her not to, but pushed past it as she gingerly knocked. She could hear the clacking of Spy's obnoxiously tall stiletto boots before the door opened to reveal the older woman herself, glaring down at Scout with a cocked brow. 

"You? What do you want?" 

The immediate sass made Scout burn with anger and it took every ounce of her willpower, plus a slow, steamy breath through the nose, to withhold herself from yelling in the lady's face and storming off. She took another deep breath in before murmuring. 

"...I need help." 

Spy eyed her skeptically, her lip curling in distaste of the other woman's presence. 

"And zat would be because...?" 

Scout huffed, crossing her arms in a defensive manner. 

"I wanna take Snipes out, but I...don'reallyknowhat'mdoin'." 

Spy's brow raised further at the sheepish mumble and, despite making perfect sense of it, leaned in slightly, a smirk raising a corner of her mouth. 

"I'm sorry?" 

Scout gritted her teeth, shoulders rising as she fought the urge to deck this hag, and she took another composing breath.   

"I don’t. Know. What. I'm doin'." 

Spy's smug smile grew before she put on a neutral, prim expression, her head tilting slightly up as she readjusted her shades. 

"But of course! Why didn’t you say so sooner?" 

She then turned and walked back into her smoking room, leaving Scout to watch with an open mouth, completely baffled at how quickly she agreed. What the hell? She was half expecting the woman to tell her to fuck off. 

"Uhh...ok?" 

Scout was left to awkwardly stand as Spy sat down in her lounge chair, grabbing the cigarette she had left on her ashtray and taking a slow drag. Scout looked around, unsure what to do as a slow plume of smoke left the sleuth's mouth before she spoke. 

"Uhh...ya gonna help me or what?" 

Spy hummed, like she was considering it or something, and then opened her mouth with a small click of her tongue. 

"Perhaps. But I do not know much about ze bushwoman. I am going to need some information on your part before I can offer any advice." 

She crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, obviously awaiting Scout's response. The runner puffed out her cheeks and rocked on her heels in an attempt to stave off any churning feelings of awkwardness as she thought about it real hard. The return of Spy's cocked brow did not do her any good on the matter. 

"Uhhh...she likes shootin', but dat's obvious. She's real outdoorsy, so like campin' or huntin' or goin' on hikes n' stuff. She's also into cookin, 'specially 'round a campfire. She likes peace n' quiet, so she's real into stargazin' or just sittin' around an' enjoyin' the view around her...so maybe a hike up to a nice spot? And we can have a little bonfire picnic!" 

The more Scout spoke, the more confidence flowed into her as all the knowledge of her girlfriend spun through her brain and out of her mouth. Her eyes shone brightly and a smile slowly made its way onto her face by the time she was done speaking. It quickly fell into quiet shock when she looked back up to see Spy looking at her with her own smile. 

"...I sink my work here iz done." 

Scout gawked at her, sputtering a few noises of disbelief before finally getting her words out. 

"You- you- you didn't even do anythin'!" 

Spy sighed, grabbing her glass of wine that had been awaiting patiently for her on her side table and swirled it around before taking a slow sip. She pulled the glass away from her lips and lightly smacked them, savoring the flavor before she finally decided to reply in a cold, neutral manner. 

"Exactly. Your self-doubt cripples you, Scout. You just needed to realize so. You can plan a date for her own your own just fine." 

"...oh." 

"Indeed. Well, off you go, I have important business to attend to." 

Spy waved her off, and Scout's face fell, an unamused expression replacing her shock. 

"What, ya mean drinking wine and looking atcha fashion magazines?" 

Spy scowled at her, any softness she would have felt towards the runner disappearing as swiftly as she herself does for a living. 

"Insolent brat. Goodbye." 

Scout sighed, approaching the door with a petulant gait. 

"Yeah, yeah, whateva." 

The speedster stopped at the doorway though, making Spy raise her head to look over at her questioningly. Scout suddenly looked much more sheepish than she had just a second ago. The Bostonian spoke quietly before quickly shutting the door and speed-walking off. 

"...thanks." 

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

It was only days later that Scout popped by the camper looking oddly cheery, decked out in hiking gear and a big grin on her face. Sniper tilted her head, eyes looking up and down Scout's figure. 

"What's with the getup?" 

"Cmon, Mickie. We're goin on our date!" 

Sniper perked up a bit, excitement shining in her eyes and a small smile tracing her lips. 

"Are we hikin'?" 

"We sure are, toots. An' grab your grill! I'll wait outside while ya get ready." 

Sniper chuckled, leaning out of the door and down while reaching out to grab Scout's shirt, tugging her into a kiss. Their lips parted with a smack and Sniper mumbled a: 

"Just a tick, luv." 

and Scout watched with a red face as the door shut in front of her. She let out a slow breath that turned into an ill-stifled squeal. She was pumped. She got this in the bag! This was gonna be the best freaking date Sniper had ever gone on in her life! 

It was only a few short minutes before Sniper came out in her own hiking gear, slipping her rucksack on and hopping to the ground, shutting the door behind her. Scout jumped up from the relaxed leaning she had been doing, waiting for her girlfriend, and immediately grabbed Sniper by the hand, dragging her to the passenger side of the campervan. Sniper's smile fell into a skeptical look as she eyed the door. 

"You're drivin'?" 

Scout cocked her head, putting a hand on her hip and shifting her weight into one leg. 

"Uhh, yeah? An' what of it?" 

Sniper looked at the campervan and back at Scout before shrugging and hopping into the passenger's side. 

"Nothin'. Key's in the ignition." 

"I know it is!" 

Scout quickly jogged around to open the driver's door and slide in. She grabbed the wheel and looked over at Sniper with an elated grin.  

"Ya ready?" 

Sniper matched her grin, making Scout's pulse quicken and cheeks warm. She didn’t get to see her smile like that often but damn did it make her happy when she did. This was off to a good, good start. Scout's chest squeezed in excitement as she turned the key, shifted to drive, and off they were. 

It was about 5 minutes into their drive before Scout looked over at a very relaxed-looking Sniper, a content smile on her face as they were jostled slightly by the bumps of the road. 

"Ya not gonna ask me where we're headed?" 

Sniper looked over with a questioning look before humming. 

"You're jus' gonna tell me it's a surprise, aren't ya?" 

Scout pouted at her, her puppy dog eyes making Sniper sigh, acquiescing to the silent plead. 

"Where are we headed?" 

"Can't tell ya, it's a surprise." 

Sniper sighed, rolling her eyes with a small smile. Scout giggled, returning her attention to the road. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

They drove a couple hours over, the nearest, albeit short, mountain slowly coming into view. They made their way over to it, trailing up a few miles of winding road before Scout pulled over near a sign on the side that simply read "hiking trail". It was a mildly chilly day, which Scout knew Sniper enjoyed the most for weather on a hike. Scout hopped out, eagerly running around to open Sniper's door for her. Sniper chuckled quietly as Scout stuck out a hand in a gentlewomanly manner, bending slightly with an arm resting against her back. 

"My lady." 

Sniper took the hand offered and stepped out, nodding her head politely. 

"Why thank you." 

They both giggled together as Sniper shut the door behind her, and Scout quickly used the hand she had taken to drag Sniper excitedly towards the trail. 

"C'mon, c'mon! Ya gonna love dis!" 

Sniper let herself be dragged, smiling at the other softly. She honestly wasn't expecting much out of Scout – not necessarily in a bad way, of course – she just didn't think Scout would have put all this effort into something like planning a date for her. It made the markswoman's diaphragm tighten and head buzz at the implication that Scout would work so hard to please her. 

The trail was beautiful. Scenic but quiet, as it seems no one else was occupying it at the time. Scout kept looking around and nudging Sniper to look at things that caught her attention. There were two squirrels playing, darting between and up and around trees, chittering to each other. There was a nest of birds, the soft chirping of chicks making Scout coo and aww over them as they passed by. There was a quiet moment between the two and an elk a distance away, the animal lifting its head to gaze at the couple before walking off calmly. That made Sniper's breath catch in her throat, letting it out once the elk had disappeared amongst the brush. It made Scout grin like an idiot.  

When they finally reached the peak of the hike, there was a clearing to overlook all the terrain required to travel through to get to the peak, and as Sniper admired the view with wide, seeking eyes, Scout laid out a thick blanket and pulled out strips of meat, vegetables, and ingredients for smores, along with various cooking supplies. When Sniper was satisfied with the beautiful sight before her, she was surprised to see the set-up waiting behind her. Scout smirked at the look of mild shock. 

"Ya brotcha grill like I asked?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Well, bring it 'ere, toots!" 

Sniper smiled sweetly, walking over and plopping next to the other woman, tugging her rucksack off to rummage through it, pulling out the small grill she had packed. She was about to get up to set up and light the fire, but Scout placed a firm hand on her shoulder to prevent her from doing so, mumbling a: 

"Nah, nah, I gots it-" 

and getting up to do it herself. 

Soon, they were cooking up some foil dinners, laughing and joking, and before they knew it the sun was dipping below the horizon and making way for billions of tiny, sparkling pinpricks in the sky. Scout whipped them up some smores with an impressive proficiency. They snacked on the sweet treats as they leaned back to gaze at the sky. Sniper sighed, her heart feeling feather-weight but swollen as she looked over at her partner, the runner smiling as bright as the fire flickering across her face. Scout turned as well, the intense, loving expression on Sniper's face making her breath hitch. 

"Um, Snipes? What's up?" 

Sniper smiled. 

"Bloody hell, I don' know what I did ta deserve this. Deserve you." 

Scout smiled wider, leaning over to kiss Sniper slow and sweet. She pulled away only a short distance to mutter. 

"Y'deserve this an' more, silly. All for you." 

They knocked their foreheads together, giggling quietly. 

Safe to say, the date was awesome. And Scout couldn’t wait for the next one. She had a feeling Sniper couldn't either. 

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Gallzatto x Reader where the Gallaghers (Including Ian’s rambunctious delinquent of a husband, Mickey 🤣) Finally get to meet their newborns?

As soon as you were off bedrest, carmen's work family had come over one by one to meet the girls, give you all gifts and offering their servives where needed.

You were a bit more wary when it came to the Gallaghers. Lip had told you all about them, and there were just so many, who would most likely all drop by as a group and you weren't doing well enough for that amount of people in your current state.

So when you were up and going again you told Lip to give them a call and invite them over, amd much to his excitement he immediately started calling.

Later that day over dinner you were informed about the Gallaghers visiting tomorrow.

Through a bunch of texts you were updsted on where the family was, when they'd be arriving and when they had arrived. Lip went to go get them and led them into the apartment with a quick announcement.

All of them excitedly huddled around to see the newborn girls. All except Micky, who kept a small distance to stare at Carmen who let out a soft laugh, smiling. "There's three of us, not just her and Lip."

"And no one felt like telling me that?" He shrugs with a short head shake and holdd out his hand. "Micky. Ian's husband."

The whole gang is still huddled around your daughters, cooing at them or making conversation with you and Lip. Lots of "I'm so glad everyone's healthy." and "Good to see you're on your feet again." were shared with you, as well as now finally officially congratulating you on having the babies. Both of the fathers were celebrated as well, carmen just as much as Lip.

Ian and Micky were the first one to fold and end up with a girl in each of their laps, being the softies they secretly are. Debbie and Fiona were next, babbling in a baby voice, making the newborns giggle. Cark and Liam just sit, watch and chat mostly.

"Oh hey, Lip?" Fiona calls him aside, "here." and hands him an envelope. Accepting it and taking a peek inside closes it up again, giving her a weird look. "What's this?" The envelope with cash stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie. "Really? You don't remember that bet we made on your first summer break?"

Lip spent his first evening home on the front steps with his sister. Beer in hand, more on backup and a joint or two, maybe three being passed between him and Fiona. Sharing details of their times apart. "So how about that girl you were tutoring? When we talked on the phone you sounded like a lovesick puppy." The fond smiles were clear as day on both their faces. "Yeah so she's tutoring me in a class I suck at now too." He takes a long drag, inhaling the smoke and keeping it in as he speaks. "We fuck after every study session. She's amazing."

Fiona had to use every last bit of strenght left in her body to not fall over backwards in laughter. "I'm betting one hundred dollars, right now, that this girl is gonna get knocked up and you'll be over the moon about it even if it fucked up anything else in your life.."

"Ah shit I totally forgot about that." He takes a quick glance at you, remembering how you used to be in college compared to your adult self now. "You're still that same lovesick puppy you were back then. Except now you really got the girl, and a guy. And the babies." With that last sentence that gestures at the twins, currently being placed in their cribs by said girl and guy.

Lip took that as the que to get the gang out of the door so you could feed them in peace while he and Carmy set up dinner.

Everyone said their goodbyes, making sure all of you got a hug on the way out, leaving you with a back pocket full of phone numbers with names and small notes reminding you to call if you ever needed help with the babies, house chores or getting rid of problematic people. (That last one was Micky's)

[bluemoonperegrine]

"Probe" 1988 TV series with Parker Stevenson and Ashley Crow

Since a silly tiktok featuring Bonnie Tylers' 80s hit "Holding Out for a Hero" sparked some discussion about 80s TV shows, I want to recommend this gem that was cancelled far too soon. (Basically if I liked a TV show, it was doomed.) Issac Asimov was the series' creator!

"Probe" is a quirky mystery/crime drama centered around the brilliant but misanthropic genius Austin James (Parker Stevenson) and his cheerful, tenacious administrative assistant Michelle "Micki" Castle (Ashley Crow, who's best known as the cheerleader's mom in "Heroes"). They're an odd couple and delightful together. There's no 80s misogyny here, which is refreshing. The two have chemistry, so they'd probably have gotten together eventually if the show had lasted longer.

I haven't watched it in several years, so idk if I'll be as fond of Austin now. I've gotten sick of "loveable" asshole characters somewhat. Micki doesn't take any of Austin's shit, though. You go, girl!

Now that I think about it, there's early X-Files vibes here. Austin is Scully and Micki Mulder if you squint.

Anyway, I'm sure that the two-parter that kicks things off is solid. As often happened back then, the show was pitched and introduced as a TV movie. If it did well, more hour-long episodes were ordered. "Probe" got seven, and it's a crime there weren't more.

Last bit of babbling to give you a taste of the Austin/Micki dynamic. It was on iMDB. I don't remember which ep it's from. Not the first two, though. Austin's being genuine here.

Austin: That's a new dress.

Micki: You like it?

Austin: Yeah. The material's fire resistant, and I like the way the color washes out the pigment in your eyes.

Micki: Thanks... I think.

[monkee-mobile]

Baby Davy wanting to write a song with Mike but he’s too little so the words don’t really make sense and he’s just babbling on about how much he loves Mike or ice cream or his toys. But Mike writes guitar to it anyway and lets him perform it for him

aww yes!!

davys a good little helper. silly random songs are literally so fun. one of mikes favorite things is just sitting up with davy being silly with a guitar. it usually results in davy rolling over giggling (and then maybe almost poking mike in the eye when he gets a little TOO silly) This kind of “songwriting session” usually happens in the evening when davy is totally NOT tired (but mike has to wear him out anyway or he will never go to bed)

Micky gets a video camera and monkee home videos include some silly sleepy davybaby songs with mike and peter groovin’ along in the background. (davy keeps pausing to pose for the camera or try to take it out of micky’s hands so micky has to tell him to keep singing or get him back on track by telling him to sing about something random)

[multifandomrandomgirl]

The Ropes That Bind Us - Peter Tork x Female!Reader PART ONE

Thought I'd drop a Peter fanfic as he is my favourite and it's my birthday, so I have to celebrate by Peter Torking!

Masterlist

Cold.

Dark.

Peter gasped for air as he struggled against the ropes that bound him to the chair. He had no idea how he’d got himself into this situation yet again. “I’m just going to buy more bread.” He had told Michael as he opened the front door three hours earlier. Knowing his bandmates, they wouldn’t notice his absence for another few hours.

“Shit.” Peter groaned, his chair nearly tipping over as he continued to fight the rope. Suddenly, out of the darkness, he heard a feminine voice.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, if he sees the ropes loosen, he’ll tighten them so much that it’ll really hurt.”

Peter had expected to be alone in the dark room, so he jumped slightly at the sound of another voice.

“Who are you? How’d you know that?” Peter babbled. He was curious, he wanted to know everything; where he was, why he wasn’t alone et cetera.

“I’m Y/N. I know this because I’ve been trapped here a while, I have no clue how long. Do you know the date? But each time I struggle, he, whoever he is, tightens the ropes. He punishes me.” Y/N’s voice breaks slightly.

“Crap, I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m Peter. It’s the sixteenth of July nineteen-sixty-seven if that’s of any use.” Peter relaxes into his ropes, it brings him some comfort to know that he isn’t alone, but it also makes him sad, Y/N’s been alone for fuck knows how long.

“Fuck, nineteen-sixty-seven? I was taken in nineteen-sixty-four. Shit, I hadn’t realised it had been that long, it does feel like an eternity but I thought that was all down to the being alone in a dark room.” Y/N’s voice cracked more than it had done before.

Three years she’d been stuck here and no one had found her. He wondered if anyone had looked for her at all. Peter shook his hair, it made him fear that perhaps Mike, Micky, and Davy may never find him.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I don’t know what to say, I’m angry that someone would do this to you, and that no one’s found you.”

“Hey, you found me! I know that isn’t a great thing as you’re now stuck in the same boat as me, but in a selfish way, I’m kinda glad that I have someone to talk to. It’s gotten boring talking to the walls, very one-sided.”

“It isn’t selfish that you’re happy you aren’t alone anymore. It’s not great that either of us are here, but you being here is helping me, I’m not as sacred now I know someone else is here.” He smiles in the direction of Y/N’s voice, before he remembered that she couldn’t see him, and he grimaced.

“So, Peter, tell me about yourself.” Y/N said softly, hoping to get to know her new friend.

“Well, let’s see. I was born February the thirteenth, nineteen-forty-two, making me an Aquarius. Um, I have hazel eyes, and dirty blonde hair, which my friends joke about because I’m the dummy, I always end up in stupid situations or say the wrong things. Anyway, I really love sushi and music! I’m in a band, I play piano, and bass, as well as a handful of other instruments.” The musician rambled. “What about you?”

Y/N gave him an equally as long rant,s he told him her birthday, star sign, her hair colour. She told him her favourite food and how she too was the dummy of her friend group, and always ended up in sticky situations. 

“Tell me about your band. I’m interested.” Y/N glanced towards the voice of her new companion.

“We’re called The Monkees, with two ‘e’s instead of a ‘y’. There’s me, Michael - our guitarist. Micky - our drummer and vocalist, and Davy - our resident fuckboy, I mean singer and maraca player.” Peter quickly corrects himself, making Y/N giggle.

Peter began to sing Saturday’s Child in an attempt to ease himself as well as introduce Y/N to his band’s music.

“You’ve got such a nice voice! I really like it.” Peter was thankful that it was dark as he felt his face heat up at the comment made by the girl.

��Thank you! Hey! Are you much of a singer?” He asked, secretly, he had hoped she’d say no out of fear of him pulling a Davy and falling in love.

“I used to be in a band in school, I was the guitarist and one of the lead vocalists.” Y/N began to sing ‘Words of Love’ by Buddy Holly.

Peter’s fear was correct, he felt a warmth in his heart as he slowly realised he was falling for someone that he had met only a matter of hours ago.

[beedlemania]

also i feel like when peter’s even slightly regressed he’s super sensitive which puts him in stark contrast to davy who’s biting mike’s hands.

he goes nonverbal and just wants to be held and have books read to him and have his hair played with while davy wants to climb trees and wrestle and is definitely using an outside voice. he doesn’t like loud noises in general but when he’s small he’s even more effected by them so mike has to keep reminding davy to use inside voices. davy will also tease him a lot (“peter’s being a big baby!!”) which ends in hurt feelings and mike scolding him because we need to be nice to our friends, especially peter because he’s more sensitive.

davy makes up for it with cuddles. he’s also super protective. micky loudly comes in to show mike his william shatner impression and davy immediately shushes him because peter doesn’t! like!!! loud!!! noises!!!

When Peter gets small he gets very quiet and pretty shy and he just likes to relax and cuddle!

Davy loves to annoy him because he’s an easy target and he’s the only person Davy can annoy without getting given out to. Mike tries to keep them separated when Davy’s in one of his moods (usually they’re very good together and cuddle and babble to each other). But Davy is the only person allowed to annoy Peter! Davy gives out to Micky for being too loud (he’ll yell at Micky for yelling and solve zero problems). But he also gets protective over Peter but is too small himself to understand what he’s protecting Peter from. Mike will ask Peter to go get into his pjs or something and Davy will be like “you can’t tell him what to do! Stop being mean!!!😠”

[meimeimoimoiart]

Omg 😭😭😭

JHE books in a Nutshell

[anchoringdreams]

I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and I didn’t wanna say anything because I’ve been vocal about being ace but I think I’m actually bi!!!! I didn’t wanna seem like I was bullshitting Or something I’ve just had really bad self rejection and just surpressing the feelings for soooo long but I GUESS IM COMING OUT??? AGAIN???????

[mickgaydolenz]

I just had an idea for the modern au.

What if the guys are strapped for cash and really need money.

Peter looks around and clearly sees a bunch of ignorant people willing to pay way too much for weed when they have no idea what they’re doing.

Peter sells oregano as weed and uses his “dummy” persona to make the people think they’re scamming him.

Con artist Peter

jathis. your galaxy brain 🧠. yes, absolutely yes. peter has to convince the guys to let him do it, mike is especially against it while davy is surprisingly onboard. micky is healthily in between (because money would be great! but also they could get in SO much trouble 😱). this inevitably leads to a series of comedic events where peter and davy try to play it cool while mike and micky unintentionally nearly blow their cover several times due to nerves

[idkimrllynerdy]

micky dolenz suing the fbi was not on my 2022 bingo card

[cinnamon-brick]

So I’m watching the UK version of Shameless. I never ever want to hear someone say the UK version of Shameless is better than US. After having to learn that Micky Maguire got oral from his dog, I want to hear none of that anymore

[touchstarvedsam]

I love the chemistry this cast has. Especially between Cordell and Micki. I'm happy they don't seem to want to turn them into a couple, I really don't want them to be romantically involved, but they have super chemistry together, their scenes were so great. I was a bit surprised that the pilot was so focused on Cordell, I thought it'd be more of an ensemble show, but I've been Sam/Jared-starved for so long, it was a pleasant surprise. And Trey, good lord, he's so gorgeous! I'm babbling, but I'm so happy with the show so far.

Yes! I am seriously looking forward to Cordell’s character development. Being partnered with Micki is clearly different for him, non-traditional, and he’s trying to get his footing back after months away and after such a painful loss. Now his old partner is his boss, and his new partner is a woman who isn’t afraid to put him in his place. I love it so much. I’m looking forward to them teaching each other things.

I completely agree with you. I don’t want them to be romantically involved either. I believe that Lindsey already said that they won’t be romantically involved after some fans were mentioning it to her. So I’m super pumped about that. Also because her and Trey look so good together ghfdjks the way she jumped into his arms and he caught her? Hot damn. He is a beautiful man.

I also love how Liam casually slipped in the mention of him and Bret doing the “my two dads thing so soon” because they took care of Stella and Arlo ghjdkhgf I loved that and can’t wait to meet Bret, who is also insanely gorgeous. Seriously, the amount of beautiful people they cast for this show is insane.

But yes, getting to see so much of Jared in the episode was a shock, but a pleasant one. No more being sidelined, no more getting knocked unconscious for undetermined amounts of time. I’m just so happy with how the Pilot turned out, I seriously just can’t wait for the rest of the season.

Also the amount of support the cast already seems to have for each other. Keegan advertising Jared’s face everywhere, talking so highly of him, and just. God. It’s so vindicating to see everyone talk about how wonderful Jared and Gen have been to them on set, how welcoming and kind. It makes me feel so good that everything bad the h*llers have been saying about Jared is all in their heads.

No hate, only positivity. New fandom, new me. <3

[clarksville-ticketmaster]

Hopefully the final repost asdfg

I couldn't stop thinking about the mermaid lady @brrackets-room  created for the baby peter au and well, I couldn't help but write a little thing asdf

Word count: 1,209

The sun was about to go down in a few hours. The air was fresh and the sand didn't burn their feet. A blanket had been stretched out for them to sit on, along with a basket of food that they managed to scrape up from their usually bare kitchen. Everything had been set for a good evening.

But Peter was gone.

The toddler had a habit of disappearing on them, he was strangely independent for something so small. Peter would end up wandering outside and into town or down to the beach, or the nice elderly woman's home a few houses down for a cookie. Peter had made it a habit to give them a few good scares.

But those times we're nothing like now.

Mike's heart twisted as he surveyed the empty beach. "He was here a minute ago!" Micky continued his panic rambling, hugging himself as he turned in circles so he could take in as much beach area as possible. Mike could hear Davy screaming himself hoarse as he yelled the name of their missing friend.

They grouped together after a while, Micky's face twisted in worry and Davy nervously bit his nails. Something terrible bubbled in Mike's stomach. Scared didn't even cover what they felt.

Mike pinched the bridge of his nose in thought. "Okay, uh, Davy where did you last see Peter again?". 

Davy turned to face Mike, his expression the definition of worried.

"He was picking at the washed-up seashells near the water" he repeated, pointing towards the spot infront.

The sight of a large wave slamming into shore made something click in Mike's head.

".... You... didn't ya say he was just sittin' there when he suddenly disappeared?" Mike asked weakly. Davy simply nodded as he couldn't seem to form any words. Neither could Micky apparently, as he could only make a strangled noise as realization collectively dawned over them. Mike felt his knees go weak as Micky pulled at his sleeve like he was trying to ground himself.

The ocean waves crashed as their world did the same

Peter may have only been two but he was a excellent swimmer. But, the ocean kept splashing in his face and he could taste the salt. There was nothing but blue and green around him, no one in sight. Peter was starting to get scared.

And then something pulled his leg.

Before he was dragged down he used a small hand to pinch his nose closed. Something Davy had proudly taught him earlier that week.

It was a lady. 

They stared at each other. Peter mirrored her as she tilted her head, the murky water of the oceans making it hard to see her completely. Peter reached out, having significantly calmed in her presence. This seemed to snap her out of her trance from finding a toddler so far out in the ocean. She grabbed onto him and they broke through the water. Peter spluttered as a hand gently rubbed his back. The lady held him close as he shivered from the cold.

She hummed to him like she was trying to calm him down. But why would Peter be freaking out? He was out of the water, he was safe!

"Oh, baby, how did you get this far out?" She questioned him. Peter told her of course, but to her, it sounded like babbling, cute babbling. But she did make out one single word.

'Wave'

"The ocean can be unforgiving," she tells him. Peter looked up into her bright green eyes, before giving a tiny nod as he rested his head in her shoulder.

"We're going to a cave nearby until the waters calm down, alright?" She gently told him, carefully lowering herself down so she was floating on her back. Peter took this time to briefly look around. That's when he spotted it. Her tail. Something brightly green and blue like the ocean. But prettier

Peter gasped in awe, twisting a bit to look at her. "Mermay?" He asked with wide eyes. She laughed at his expression. This kid was adorable.

"Mermaid" she confirmed with a smile.

The beach was silent.

They sat on the sand, blanket forgotten, the ocean was quite now.

The food lay forgotten, as it couldn't fill the emptiness inside them,

The wind blew through Mike's hair, hat on the ground from being thrown in frustration. No one had said a thing since their realization.

"Now what?" Davy dared to aske the others and himself. Micky didn't look up from where his head was buried into his hands, Mike continued to stare out into the ocean.

"Should we go and call someone?" Davy continues to push despite the lump in his throat.

"We can't leave him," Micky finally speaks up, very much sounding on the verge of tears.

Mike clenches his jaw as he hangs his head. He knows that as soon as they return to the pad they'll have to face reality. That they'll return with one less person in thejr home and there was absolutely nothing they could do about it.

"Hello?" A voice calls out. 

Mike ignores it, he doesn't feel like explaining their current situation, he doesn't even think he can.

"Hello?" The voice calls out again. The lack of movement in the corner of his eye tells him the others don't want to answer either.

The next thing the voice says makes Mike snap his head towards the source.

"Does this boy belong to you?"

And Peter is there, soaking wet but alive. He's smiling at them from the arms of a woman in the ocean. 

"Peter?" Micky calls out in surprise and utter relief. Davy gasps loudly.

"I found your child!" She continues with a kind smile "he's darling!"

"Mike!" Peter calls out and Mike has never been happier to hear that voice "ahs daa ba Mermay!" Peter babbles excitedly.

"Oh, Peter, thank god…" 

In a blink of an eye Mike is up and Peter is safe in his arms. He doesn't stop the tears that escape his eyes as he buries his head into the drying blonde hair of the toddler.

Micky is there and then so is Davy. They're squished in a huddle as they both reach out for Peter as well. The water is freezing but they still stand there as relief washes over them like the water that's washing off the sand stuck to their legs.

It takes a moment for Mike to realize the others are crying too, Davy and Micky both have a hand on Peter's back and Micky is actually planting kisses on the top of Peter's head. Peter holds on tightly to Mike's shirt.

Mike collects himself enough to finally address the woman in the water. To not only express his gratitude for bringing back Peter alive but to also ask how.

Mike opens his mouth as he looks up. "Thank you-"

she was already gone.

But that could be a mystery for another day. 

Right now they needed to get back to the pad for some well deserved rest. They wrapped Peter up in a blanket and Mike carried him home. Micky and Davy close by.

It was safe to say they all slept protectively next to Peter that night.

[weeo]

It’s been a long time

I apparently can’t be on time so here is my response fic for episode 4. @peakyemergencyresponsefic​

Pairing : Tommy Shelby x Freddie Thorne (kind of)

Summary : During his meetings at the Garrison, Tommy sees an old friend again.

Gif Credits :  This gif doesn’t belong to me. Credits to the creator @floweryshell

Warnings/Tags :  Hallucinations, Season 5 Spoilers

Notes :   Here is a little ficlet for the Peaky Emergency Response Challenge for Episode 4. I didn't have lots of time last week so I focused my efforts on something tiny. I hope you'll enjoy it!

Thank you to @tinypinetrees, my saviour as always.

AO3 link

“Send the next in, Micky.” Tommy called, scribbling in his tiny notebook.

He wrote the last words quickly, sliding the thin pencil into the rubber band on the side, closing it delicately.

Taking his glasses off, he threw them on the table and stood, greeting the newcomer as the door creaked open.

Extending a flat palm to shake hands, Tommy caught the stranger’s eyes and froze.

Freddie’s familiar face slammed into him, landing heavily in his stomach and stealing his breath.

“It’s been a long time, Mr. Shelby.” Freddie noted, his grip firm as he shook Tommy’s hand, lingering just a little too long.

Tommy was about to hug him, to crush his head in the chest he had found so much comfort in so many times, when he noticed a strange feeling floating unnervingly around them. Something felt wrong. His other hand was already over Freddie’s shoulder, so he patted it, turning his overly familiar gesture into a more polite welcoming one.

It was Freddie, but his features were smooth. Dark circles didn’t eat half of his face and the creases on his forehead were faint. Washed of the traces war left behind.

He looked young.

The young man Tommy would have hugged without fear of being hit in the face. That one who hadn’t hated him with every fiber of his being.

He could sense it wasn’t real, but it differed from Grace’s appearances. He could feel the skin brushing his hand. Not just the warmth clawing in his body and luring him in another hazy place.

Focusing on the face in front of him, he could see his features slowly morphing into less edgy forms, less twisted by frustration and struggle. Into something less and less…. Freddie.

There were still his defiant stare, his pointy nose and dainty lips, decorated with a mischievous grin that reminded him so much of his best friend. Not that Tommy really knew about Freddie’s lips either way. It’s not like he looked at them for endless hours to know that. He was sure it was the same lips though.

The ones he wanted to kiss, and sometimes dared to let his eyes wander on for an instant.

In a cruel twist of irony, it turned out that the young lad was a communist, asking for an interruption of the wages cuts, by the gamblers who lost money in the Stock Market Crash.

Tommy couldn’t even remember what they talked about during the meeting. His brain was on autopilot, letting his ready-made answers do the talking for him.

He only saw one face the whole discussion. Stealing his focus without a word.

You won’t ask me to listen to the voices, Freddie. I know that... I know you’ll never want to see me again after everything that happened. But I always preferred when you insulted me, rather than when you were silent. You never ignored me before, at least...

“I hope you’ll speak about it at Parliament, Mr. Shelby.” The man tried again to gain Tommy’s attention, speaking a bit louder.

Tommy shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts of Freddie’s straight face.

“Well, I’ll see what I can do, Mister?” He paused embarrassingly.

“Mr. Ford, Mr. Shelby. My mom told me that I changed too much recently for you to recognise my face. She's probably wrong though, I saw it in your gaze when we shook hands.”

“Yes, we’ve known each other for a very long time.” He answered, confused about who they were really talking about.

Tommy forced a polite smile and stood up to salute him.

"Thank you, Mr. Shelby" he said, shaking Tommy's hand and heading towards the door.

Grace, and now you. What would Ada say if I tell her you were here too, eh?

Tommy avoided his eyes again as he accompanied the young guy to the door.

“Who’s next, Micky?” He called, taking a cigarette out of its case.

The waiter put his head through the little window of the booth, polishing a glass with a cloth.

“Mrs. Connors. She keeps babbling about songbirds.”

“Let her in. I’ll deal with it.” He rolled a cigarette over his lips and lit it before the door creaked again.

[mergatroid-jones-blog]

Twin Mickey

(A short story)

* 1 *

I don't have a name. That's because there's nobody to give me one. There's nobody to call me by it either, due to the nature of my particular birth defect. I'm three eighths of one inch tall. Not only that, I don't have my own body. Not exactly. I live in my brother's head. We're twins I guess. Some kind of conjoined twins--only instead of being conjoined on the outside, I live inside his head. He doesn't know I exist. Nobody does.

For all I know I'm a very common medical phenomenon. Micky's never had a brain scan-- maybe I wouldn't even show up. That's my brother's name: Micky Van Buskirk. It's sort of my name too, since I don't have one. I stole a little piece of my brother's name. I steal a little piece of everything he has. I'm a parasite. That's what I've decided. Or maybe I'm cancer. I certainly don't do anything to help him. All I can do is sit around his head and complain. He can't hear me, no matter how loud I shout. You aren't designed to hear from the inside. I figured that out.

But that doesn't matter. I still scream about everything. What else do I have? It's like I'm chained to the floor in front of the worst TV show, and I can't reach the remote. Forever.  My brother really might be king of the idiots.  Like all the best idiots, he's just clever enough to convince himself that he's being awfully rational in any given situation. He's convinced himself that everything he's ever done was absolutely the only thing he could have done. He probably thinks he's had a really hard time of it. He hasn't.

I  know literally everything about him, but his motives are a mystery to me. Like when he stole Jacob Yockey's jacket in high school. It was sitting there, all lime green and fake-leather, and he just put it in his backpack like he'd been planning it all along. He didn't need the jacket, and he wasn't some kind of kleptomaniac. That was the only time he did something like that. He put it in the back of his closet and there it sat. He didn't wear it, and he didn't have anything against Jacob Yockey either. Jacob Yockey never hurt anybody. One day, Jacob mentioned that his jacket was lost, and my brother was there. Micky laughed, and he said “Soggy pickles.” What the hell is that??

That night,  he actually put the jacket on for the first and only time. He was still wet and naked from the shower.  He posed and made faces at himself for at least three minutes. My brother is barely five feet tall, quite fat, and covered in thick, curly, black hair. He's not physically attractive.   I heard Jacob Yockey lives in Toronto now, and he's gay and breeds expensive dogs. Good for Jacob Yockey I guess. He sure was funny looking in high school.

* 2 *

You would think that self-loathing and egotism would contradict one another, but they make surprisingly genial bedfellows. My brother will be convinced that he is worth less than the scum under a pretty girl's fingernail. Then in the same hour, he'll realize once again that the world is almost entirely  idiots, and that he miraculously isn't one. If they'd just ask the non-idiots, the world would get along better. Again, these sentiments seem like a contradiction, but my brother has never noticed the inconstancy. Most people don't seem to notice inconsistencies like that.

Perhaps they would notice if they spent a day as a pimple. That's how I think of myself: a brain-pimple. Like when you get a pimple on the inside of your nose, but deeper. My brother is always picking his nose, and he's not subtle about it. He used to eat his boogers, and he didn't stop until he was sixteen. He really is a disgusting shit. One time when we were about seven, he took off his pants, crawled under the  bed, and peed into the carpet. For no reason. What reason could he have possibly had? He just did it to test his body? To test the carpet? That carpet is still there by the way, and I doubt anybody has ever shampooed it. I  think I really hate him.

If I had to live in somebody's head, it didn't have to be such a boring nincompoop. Mickey Van Buskirk has never done anything I would care to watch. Weird stuff sure. Gross stuff, definitely. But nothing good. Once he spent a whole day sorta following around this old man who carried a trombone. I guess he thought the guy was a creep, but who's the creep when you're stalking some old guy all day? Weird stuff, he does. Gross stuff he does. I've seen him lick a banister after a pretty girl touched it at least nine different times. Nasty.

* 3 *

What a miserable little shit. Here's what happens every time: he gets a shitty job and he hates it. And he hates it more and more for a whole year. Then he throws a fit, quits, and gets a new shitty job. He's like clockwork. After high school, he told our mom he was going to be a pharmacist. Whatever happened to that? He was never going to be a pharmacist and he probably knew it. I'm sure Mom wasn't fooled. She's not stupid like Mickey.  

My brother has only ever had one girlfriend that lasted, and that's because she's an even bigger idiot than he is. Angela is her name. They've broken up four times. They broke up again last week.  He made out with her sister Kara. She did it to piss Angela off. He just did it because it was on offer. Fucking idiot. The thing was Angela wasn't actually all that mad about it. Kara was getting revenge for previous transgressions. But it brought up all this drama, and everybody hates each other now.

Good riddance.  I hope I never see those two again. Talk about entitled.  Not one of the three of them can form a cogent thought. Angela literally sets fires and puts them out for fun. But Mickey can't  find words to voice this legitimate concern other than “You're a psycho-bitch.” That doesn't tend to help. But who cares? She walked out and maybe it'll stick. Mickey got good and drunk after that. He got high on pills too. Good. I can share in that.  Then he looked at a bunch of “furry” porn. Disgusting. I really hate him.

* 4 *

He had hated his job at the print shop for almost a year, so I wasn't surprised when he threw a tantrum at work. My brother has always been able to throw a tantrum for what seems like no reason. I think he must plan it in advance. The printer was being crap, and Annie was blaming him for it as usual. So he started throwing boxes everywhere and screaming “It's fucking bullshit, and I can't fucking bullshit!” He said the word “bullshit” twenty-seven times in total. I counted. He ripped off his Clayborn Printing shirt, threw it at Annie, and walked out. She didn't say a word. I don't know if she was angry or amused. At least she had to deal with the printer herself. Horrible woman.

Then what did he do? He called Angela crying and babbling incomprehensibly. I was surprised she hung up on him. Good for her. Then his classic pity party. I've seen it a thousand times. He buys a fifth of Wild Turkey and gets some pills. Angela is kind of a pill head and he's kinda one too when he's with her. Then he rolls down the windows (even if it's winter) and blares Linkin Park at full volume all the way to Foy Point in the national forest. It's isolated. It's also incidentally where he lost his virginity to Sarah Spiller who later turned out to be somehow related to us. Good going.

He did what he normally does. He drank as much of the fifth as he physically could. He smoked every cigarette he had. He used his lighter to blow a fireball with the bourbon, then he threw the bottle (still one third full) into a tree. All that was normal. Then he went for the pills, and I noticed he had brought every bottle that Angela had stored at his house. Most of them were almost empty, but it was quite an array. He dumped them all out into a Halloween candy-pile on the picnic table. He was going to kill himself! I screamed at him “YES! Do it! Finally, I'm done with you! I'm fucking done, you piece of living shit-fucking shit!” I really was excited.

* 5 *

He looked at all the pills, and he shuffled them around. There would have been enough to kill ten Mickey Van Buskirks and a thousand brain-pimple brothers. Then he arranged them by color. Then he shuffled them again. Then he took a little yellow one. Then he took a handful. No good. He couldn't swallow them all. He didn't have any water, and the bourbon was all over a tree. He puked. Now there were two Halloween candy-piles.

Foy point overlooks a creek, and it's not all that far down if you go through the brambly parts. Mickey did. He really wanted to die. I was proud of him. He took a Styrofoam cup from  Frosty Time, and filled it in the creek. The brambles cut him up, but he was too drunk to care. He took two handfuls of random pills, and swallowed them with creek water. Then he screamed “I did it!”

He had. I've never wanted anything more than to die. I would have been jumping up and down if I had legs. But then, Mickey Van Buskirk had an attack of cowardice. He was too much of a coward  even to take the coward's way out. He clutched at his uvula for dear life, and life it gave him. He made himself puke. Then again. Then again. More candy-piles. It was horrible to watch. He was covered in it. If he had waited just five minutes, I bet he would have been too far gone. What a failure.

* 6 *

He woke up the next day, sunburned and thirsty. He was covered in little cuts, and vomit, and Wild Turkey. I woke up too. Alive. I really hate him. Before he drove home (well below the speed limit) he produced his pocket knife. It always makes a satisfying click when he takes out the blade. A lot of things were carved into the picnic table. A crude owl. A penis. A fancy heart. One message said “Be happy.” Another said “Smoke a fat blunt biotch 420!”  Another said ambiguously  “Is waterlogged and so am I.”

It was important for Mickey to carve something into that table. It must have been important for him to stare at it so long.  Something big had happened there, and he needed to commemorate it. He needed to write a message of his own: to speak and be heard. After at least three minutes of staring, he carved his statement on the table very large above the owl.  Here's what it says:

“Fuck”

[squishyoongi933]

Happiest place on earth

Requested? Yes!! by @calboyhood thank you so much dear!

Prompt :  okay request: imagine going to disney with any of the boys. like fireworks, churros, and space mountain :')

Warnings : some swearing other than that its pure fluff

A/N : I got a little carried  away bc this is literally my DREAM lmao so thank you so much for requesting it and allowing me to run wild with it lmao i hope you love it dear! 

I woke up to an alarm blaring in my ears and Michael groaning whole tighten his grip on me. My eyes shot open quickly as I reached over to stop the alarm.

“Ugh five more minutes babe please” Michael pleaded with me, I rolled my eyes and removed his arms from around me. I rolled out of the bed quickly before he could try to pull me back in.

“Fine you go back to sleep,but I’m getting up and getting ready with or without you!” I skipped away to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get ready for the long day ahead of us. It wasn’t long before I heard the bathroom door open again.

“Mornin” Michael said softly still trying to wake himself up “how are you so awake already?!” He asked incredulously.

“Are you kidding me Mike?!? We’re going to DISNEY!!! How could I not be wide awake right now?!?!” I was practically bouncing with excitement I loved anything to do with Disney movies shows … well the old shows and especially the parks! Michael started laughing at me

“Just like a little damn kid.” He opened the door to the shower and poked his head in giving me a quick kiss “I love you dork” I smiled my biggest smile

“Love you more” I hoped out of the shower leaving the water running for him to get in and quickly threw on my his beauty shirt and shorts and laid out Michael’s her beast shirt and jeans. While I waited on him to finish showering I put on some makeup and put on my pair of Minnie Mouse ears so I was ready to go. When Michael was finally finished getting ready I practically ran from our hotel room to get to the buses to take us to the park with him trailing behind me laughing at how excited I was. When he caught up to me he put his arm around my waist and placed a small kiss on my cheek

“You’re the fucking cutest person ever” I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest

“Thank you for this Mikey” I said looking up at him he just smiled down at me for a second he opened his mouth to say something but as he did the buss pulled up and I pulled away running to go get on so we could finally be on our way to the magic kingdom. A few people made their way on before Michael appeared at the front of the buss quickly scanning to find me so I stuck my hand up and waved to him from the very back of the bus. He shook his head smiling as he made his way over to me taking his seat beside me.

“I can’t wait to see the castle! Oooh and to eat a churro and oh my god to get onto space mountain and ride the teacups and meet Micky and OOOOH can we eat at be our guest?!??” Grinning widely Michael just watched and listened as I started babbling yet again about all the things I wanted to do. I felt the buss pulling away from the curb finally and let out a small squeal that Michael chuckled at.“I already told you babe we’ll do every single thing you want to and then some I promise” I smiled and started bouncing my leg to let out some of my extra energy and excitement. I felt Michael shaking on the side of me I looked over expecting to see him laughing again but instead saw him doing the exact same thing I was with the biggest smile on his face while looking out the window. In what seemed like forever and no time at all we had pulled up the the front of the park. I hoped up out of my seat before the buss had even fully stopped pulling Michael with me. We quickly made our way off of the bus trying to get through security and the gates as fast as we possibly could. I stopped as I took my first step officially into the magic kingdom I took in a deep breath and looked around me taking in every little detail right in front of me. Michael took my hand into his and squeezed it pulling me out of my head and back into reality. I looked over at him and smiled before pulling him along with me to take a picture in front of the train giggling. We took our picture and started to make our way down Main Street. I stopped dead in my tracks again as I spotted the castle for the first time, I could feel the tears starting from well in my eyes from the overwhelming joy I was feeling. I looked over at Michael he was already smiling down at me.“Awww babe” he cooed at me before using his thumb to swipe away the couple of tears that has escaped my eyes. I couldn’t find the words to express how I was feeling so I just hugged him as tightly as I could hoping he understood. He rubbed circles over my back and waited for me to be ready to go and continue on with our day. I pulled away after a few minutes feeling like I was ready to go on and have a blast with my amazing boyfriend in the happiest place on earth. I had expected from the way the morning had started to have to drag Michael along behind me, but he surprised me as I quickly made my way over to the photographer to take a picture with the castle staying right beside me. We took a bunch of picture in all kinds of different poses before we took off to start riding rides and having fun. The first place we hit was space mountain the only ride Michael had specifically requested. I went to go get into the stand by line when Michael tugged me over to a completely different entrance I had never been to. He flashed some kind of pass and before I knew it we were being taken to the front of the line. I looked over at him and raised my brows in shock and confusion. He looked down at me with a huge smile and shrugged.

“Guess it pays to be in a famous band sometimes” he said grinning as we got onto the ride. I couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across my face as he said that. But then my nerves took over as we were checked to make sure put safety measures were in correct thrill rides aren’t my favorite but I couldn’t say no to the only thing Michael had asked for. So I closed my eyes held on tight and hoped for the best. I let out a loud scream as the ride took off … and screamed through the entire thing until we finally got off. I quickly jumped up out of the seat as soon as I was able to grateful to be off the ride shaking a little bit as I made my way over to the monitors to find our ride picture. Michael came over and put his arms around me as I scanned my magic band so out picture would be added to our account. Michael laughed when he finally looked up and saw it seeing me with my eyes closed tight and my mouth opened wide while he was sitting in front of me with the biggest smile on his face. I couldn’t help it as I joined him laughing at our picture, we quickly moved on from that backtracking over to main street to go meet talking Mickey. We ran around the park for a while before stopping to take a quick break for lunch. We went over to Casey’s corner to pick up some food and then made our way over to the hub grass to sit and eat our lunch. After sitting and eating our lunch we decided to stay there a little longer and have a little bit of a rest. So we sat together facing the castle with me sat in-between Michael’s legs with his arms wrapped around me talking about what we had already done and what we wanted to do next. After sitting for another half an hour or so we decided to go and find a spot for the parade that would be starting soon. We found a spot and waited watching as people filled in around us as the parade started. We decided to make our way through the crowd and start going onto rides again about half way through the parade since both of us have seen it before. We held onto each other’s hands not letting go until we made it through the crowd surrounding the parade we continued to bounce around the park going on as many rides as we possibly could it was starting to get dark so we made our way to our last ride for the day the teacups. When we got through and were seated in our teacup I looked over to mike as everyone else filed into the other teacups around up night time was my favorite time to ride the teacups because having all the lights on made it look so pretty. But the smirk Michael had on his face made me a little nervous. As the ride started he did exactly what I knew he was going to. He grabbed the wheel in the middle of us and started spinning it as fast as he possibly could. I threw my head back and laughed, watching all the lights swirl by us and watching mikes eyes light up as he watched me having the time of my life spinning around in circles with him the ride was over way too soon but at the same time not soon enough. As we got up to leave I couldn’t even stand up straight I was so dizzy so I had to lean into mike who wasn’t in much better shape to be able to get off and out from the ride. We were both stumbling along laughing our heads off at each other attempting to walk a straight line. As soon as we could finally see straight again Michael got a huge smile on his face and started dragging me as fast as he could. I wasn’t sure where we were headed but followed him anyways. When we finally made it over to a stand where they sold churros and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and laugh at him.

“All of that for some churros?!” I laughed loudly he frowned.

“Hey don’t diss the churros! Churros are life ok!” I could help but laugh at home again I threw my hands up in surrender

“No no I love churros I just didn’t realize that that’s what we were running for that’s all!” He smiled and thanked that woman at the stand as he took out churros

“Well it’s almost time for fireworks so we had to come and get them fast so we don’t miss anything duh!” I smiled up at him reaching for my churro as he pulled it away holding it well above my head I poured up at him know there was no use trying to get it until he was done doin f whatever it was he was trying to accomplish.

“Not so fast princess!” He teased “who’s the best boyfriend in the entire world?!” I rolled my eyes at him but smiled

“Hmmmm I don’t know I think Ashton would make a great boyfriend, and I don’t think he would try to withhold my churro from me either” I said smirking up at him. Now it was his turn to pout. I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips “of course it’s you silly” I said wrapping my arms around him. I looked up to see him smiling softly at me.

“Good that’s what I like to hear” he handed me my churro finally as we continued to walk back to the Castle find a good spot for the fireworks. We found a spot and stood there waiting together with our churros in hand and an arm wrapped around each other. The fireworks started finally and I couldn’t take my eyes away for even a second. I sang along to every song and even cried at some parts because it’s just so beautiful. When they ended I looked over to see Michael beside me on one knee holding a small square box “y/f/n I love you so fucking much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I want to be your fairytale happily ever after” he opened the box to a beautiful ring I brought my shaking hands up to my mouth with tears already streaming down my face.

“will you please do me the honor of marrying me ?” I couldn’t speak so I just furiously nodded my head and tackled him in a hug crying.

“YES MICHAEL YES!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD!!” He laughed with his arms wrapped around me he pulled us up from the ground, pulling away enough to be able to slip the ring onto my still shaking finger. I hugged him again peppering his face with kisses all over.

“This truly is the most magical place on earth!” I whispered to him. We left the park on cloud nine ready to start planning the rest of our lives together.