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The Three - Way Scandal

Summary: When Mickey Mouse accidentally stumbles upon his best friend, Donald Duck kissing two certain Caballeros; the mouse quickly takes it upon himself to investigate if the duck is cheating on Daisy or not.

Characters: Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Goofy, Daisy Duck, Panchito Pistoles, José Carioca, Several other Disney Characters.

Pairing: Donald x Panchito x José (Three Gay Caballeros), Donald x Daisy (past!)

Notes:

This is literally the first OT3 fanfic I’ve written in a long time and not to mention the very first time I actually written Mickey, Goofy and Minnie so I apologize if I made anyone OOC in this.

I also used Google Translate for the Spanish and Portuguese words that Panchito and José speaks in this fic, so feel free to tell me if I got anything wrong and I’ll quickly fix it.

“Hey Minnie, have you seen Donald? He wasn’t at the door earlier.” Mickey asked, getting off the stage after he introduced himself to the crowd.

Minnie looked up from her schedule, tapping her chin with her pen. “Sorry Mickey, I didn’t see him either. But Panchito and José are here tonight, why don’t you go ask them?”

Mickey’s expression lit up at the suggestion, “That’s a great idea! Thanks, Minnie!” He said giving her a wave, before walking off to find the two birds.

Surely finding two colourful looking birds would be easy right? Well apparently not, because after going through the entire theatre and checking every single table along with the foyer, (where he got the same answer from Daisy) the mouse still couldn’t find the duck. Letting out a tired sigh, Mickey went back to sit on the red couch that’s near the dressing rooms and the back entrance to the stage.

‘Where could Donald have gone off to?’ The mouse thought to himself, trying to come up with some ideas on where his best friend might’ve gone to.

As if the universe finally got tired of him trying to figure out, the sound of three muffled voices came into ears. Turning his head into the direction of the noise, Mickey found himself face to face with Donald’s dressing room door. Quickly getting off the couch, he walked over to the door about to knock when he noticed that it wasn’t even locked or closed properly, showing a gap large enough for anyone to peek through.

Despite knowing that’s incredibly rude to listening in on other people’s conversations and spying on them at the same time. Mickey couldn’t control his curiosity or his impatience from peeking through the gap, tuning his round ears towards the conversation.

The white duck fiddled with his work jacket, looking quite uneasy towards two familiar birds.

“Ooohh... I’m so nervous guys. I’m not sure if this is gonna go well for us in front of everyone.”

José immediately stepped in, a calm supportive smile on his beak, “It’ll be alright, meu patinho. Don’t forget that this not only you’ve been waiting for a há muito tempo, but also Panchito and I as well. We’ll be here by your side, up on that stage tonight.”

Panchito also stepped in, placing a hand on the duck”s shoulder. “Being nervioso for this big confession is normal, Mi Patito. But I promise everything will be alright in the end and if no one accepts us for what we have together,” the rooster then shook a fist in the air. “Iré a ellos y los haré comer mi puño!”

Mickey felt a rush of confusion go through his body. He doesn’t remember asking the Three Caballeros to perform for tonight or Minnie changing the schedule a little. They’re probably just here to visit their friend.

A smile finally forms on the mallard’s face, before wrapping his arms around the two Caballeros in a two way embrace.

“Thanks guys, I really needed that.”

“You do not need us to thank us, meu amor,” José replied, returning the hug. “Panchi and I tell you these things because we love you very much and are proud of how far you have come and how brave you are.” The parrot finished, taking Donald’s cheek into his hand.

“I love you guys too.”

Hearing those words was still as powerful as the very first time he told the pair his feelings of love a long time ago. Taking the initiative, José gently placed his beak over Donald’s before letting Panchito do the same.

Mickey’s mouth dropped open in shock at the scene that was happening right in front of his eyes. A million questions ran through his short circuited head. ‘When did this happened?!’, ‘Why didn’t Donald tell him and Goofy?’, ‘How long have they all been together?’

The mouse rubbed the back of his head, still trying to process what the Three Caballeros just did in Donald’s dressing room. He couldn’t believe that Donald had kept this secret relationship to himself for a very long time and so well that no one had even suspected that anything had changed about the white Pekin. But... if Donald didn’t tell anyone other than the fact that he either bi or gay (not saying that the mouse has anything against it.), does that mean it’s because he’s cheating on Daisy?

He immediately shook his head, trying to erase that last thought.

‘No way! Donald may cheat at anything, cheating in a relationship just isn’t like him!’ The star thought to himself furiously. A second thought then invaded his mind, ‘Then again... Whenever Donald and Daisy are together and Minnie and I go on double dates with them, he never really smiled on any of them.’

Mickey started to walk away from Donald’s dressing room towards the stage. But if that was the case, why would Donald even be cheating on her? Well, he’ll get some help trying to figure this out later. He must go and introduce the first cartoon to the guests.

“Hey Goofy!”

Said Goof looked up from the table he was serving.

“A-hyuck! Hi Mickey, what’s up?” He greeted, placing the ordered dish on the table.

The mouse looked around, before gesturing to his best friend to come down so he could whisper in his ear.

“There’s something I need your help with at the moment. It might have to do with Donald and Daisy.”

Goofy turned to look at his friend with surprise, already forgetting that he’s supposed to head back to the kitchen.

“Gawsh Mick. Is there something going on between Donald and Daisy?”

Mickey opened his mouth but then closed again, pursing his lips. Is this really a good idea? Getting Goofy involved in all this? Getting Donald to stop cheating on his girlfriend is one thing but he also doesn’t want to ruin Goofy’s friendship with the duck as well!

“Mickey, what wrong?” The dog asked, looking at how worried his best friend looked.

Drawn out of his thoughts by the waiter, Mickey looked up for several seconds then looked back at the table where Panchito and José were seated at, the two birds speaking to each other before getting off their seats and heading straight for the foyer, the parrot taking with him a glass of water. The mouse then turned back to look at his friend, still looking concerned as ever.

“Okay, Goofy I’ll tell ya. But not where everyone can see us.”

“WHAAAAAATTTTT?!!!!” Goofy’s voice echoed through the entire building.

“Shh!!” Mickey quickly shushed his best friend, looking around to see if Goofy’s outburst attracted any attention.

Goofy covered his mouth to prevent himself from yelling again.

“Are you sure, Mick? Is our pal Donald really cheating on Daisy with Panchito and José?” The black dog asked, still shocked by what his best friend told him.

Mickey scratched his chin, “Well I’m not really sure, until we get all the facts. It all might just be an inside thing they do together. But I did saw them heading for the foyer, so they be looking for Donald right now and we have to go see what they’re up to!”

With that, the two best friends quickly headed into the foyer before hiding themselves behind a pillar. There was Donald at the door greeting Pogo, Perdita and their one hundred and one children. After finishing with the last puppy, the duck wiped the sweat off his forehead in a show of exhaustion, before slowly looking up to see his fellow Caballeros coming up to see him again, a smile growing on his beak once José handed him the glass of water.

“Gawsh Mickey, I’ve never seen Donald look so happy to see someone like that before.” Goofy whispered, peeking out from behind the pillar with said mouse.

“Yeah...” the mouse couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealously at how happy the duck looked with his two fellow Caballeros. Not even he saw Donald this happy through all the past years they’ve spent together.

Panchito then said something that made Donald shook his head, smile still attached on his beak. Mickey believed he heard the duck saying he can’t take a break because he’s still quite busy tonight and that he wants to go over what he plans to say in front of the guests. José then placed a hand on the duck’s shoulder, whispering something in his ear that made the white mallard turned red before trying to cover his face, feigning annoyance as his two best friends (unknowingly) watched in surprise.

Before Mickey and Goofy could even try to process Donald’s extremely flushed face, Panchito then gently grabbed the duck’s head, pressing a soft kiss on the top of the duck’s beak before allowing the Brazilian Parrot have his share of kisses with the duck.

Goofy’s eyes bugged out and his mouth went slack jawed at the sight. He couldn’t believe his eyes! Panchito and José are smooching their best friend Donald and he seems to be enjoying it.

“I-It really is true... Our pal Donald is a cheating heart...” The dog muttered, still watching the three birds shower each other with loving affection.

“Yeah I... I guess there’s no point denying it anymore.” Mickey sighed, sounding quite sad that there’s a chance both his and Goofy’s friendship with Donald is ruined.

“What are we gonna do, Mick? Donald can’t keep cheating on Daisy like this!” Goofy whispered.

The mouse rubbed his chin in thought. “I’m not sure Goofy, but I remember the three of them discussing something about announcing to the guests up on stage tonight. Maybe if I can stop Donald and the other Caballeros from getting up on the stage, we might just be able to get this all sorted out.”

“Okay, but how’s that gonna work?”

“First; you go find Daisy while I’ll stall for time and once she’s here; Donald, Panchito and José will have to explain themselves to her, making them run out of time to get on stage and announce what they’re gonna say.”

Goofy saluted, “Got it Mick!” He than ran off to go find Daisy, leaving Mickey to continue watching the three birds talk to each other a little longer before making their way to the backstage, unaware of the spying mouse.

Donald wheezed from nervousness, going through some breathing exercises with Panchito and José, the two of them gently holding his shoulders.

“That’s it, Donal’. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out.” José spoke softly, helping the white duck.

The rooster gently shushed in his ear, “It’s alright, mi Patito. We’re right here besides you and we’ll be together on that stage.” He then nuzzled the duck’s head feathers in a comforting manner.

A tiny smile grew on the duck’s beak, from his lovers’ support and the slow nuzzling on his head. The smile slowly changed to a determined expression as confidence slowly began to surge within in, his chest starting to puff out.

“Alright, I can do this! Panchito, José, come on! Let’s get on that stage!!” The duck spoke with much spirit and energy, immediately marching for the stage in a straight line. The two Latin birds shared a look of surprise before breaking into a small run to keep up with the confident Pekin.

“Pato, wait!” José called out, stopping just behind Donald who was an inch near the curtain. “Shouldn’t we wait for senhor Mickey first?”

“Aw, phooey!” Donald scoffed. “We don’t have time to wait for Mickey to introduce us, I’ll do it myself!”

“Whatever you say, mi amigo.” Panchito shrugged, unable to stop a proud smile from growing on his beak at how brave and confident his American boyfriend is.

“Donald, wait!” Mickey panted, stopping just front of the three birds as he tries to catch his breath.

The three birds watched the exhausted mouse with bemusement before the white duck turned back towards the curtain, not listening to his best friend due to being too focused on his current goal.

“Sorry Mickey, but We gotta go up on stage now.” The duck then hooked arms with Panchito and José, all three of them heading onto the stage as Mickey watches helplessly.

Upon seeing the crowd of Disney Characters sitting at the tables with all eyes on them, the duck chuckled nervously as he pulls his shirt collar. The two Latin birds gave their American lover’s arms a supportive squeeze, still holding onto to him. Letting himself take a very deep breath, he managed to regain the strength to speak.

“H-Hi everybody. Unfortunately we’re not here to perform tonight,” Several disappointed groans echoed through the auditorium, the crowd obviously wanted to watch the trio sing, like the previous times they were here at the house. “But we got something incredibly important to tell all of you.” Unhooking his arms, Donald took his two lovers’ hands in his’.  Here we go, it’s the moment of truth.

“Panchito, José and I. We’re a-“

“Donald, stop! You can’t do this!!” A certain mouse exclaimed, quickly running up on the stage.

The American Pekin looked incredibly outraged, temper rapidly starting to rise. “WHAT?! WHY NOT?!”

Panchito and José quickly took hold off the angry duck’s arms to stop him from beating up the mouse, but they each still looked just as vexed as their boyfriend.

“Isn’t it obvious, Donald?” Mickey asked, trying his best to keep his cool and guard in case the duck goes after him.

“NO MICKEY, IT’S NOT IF YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT IN THE NAME OF DISNEY YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!!” The duck responded, struggling to put up his fists.

“STOP CHEATING ON DAISY, DONALD!” Mickey finally yelled.

Every guest in the auditorium gasped in shock from what their favourite mouse just yelled at the duck. Whispers started to fly around the tables between each Disney Character, everyone wanted to know what’s going on.

Donald’s expression turn from anger to utter confusion, loosing the adrenaline from wanting to punch the mouse as Panchito and José looked at each other, just as equally confused.

“Say that again, Mick?” The white mallard said, having trouble trying to process what he was just accused of.

Mickey’s expression also melted in bemusement. “Stop cheating on Daisy, Donald...” he repeated, also sounding confused.

“What’s going on here, boys?” Said female duck asked, walking onto the stage with Goofy and Minnie following behind.

Every single eye in the building landed on Daisy, as Donald facepalmed himself, silently asking himself why is this happening to him.

Thankfully José spoke up for him, “Nossas desculpas senhorita Daisy. It seems our amigo, senhor Mickey is accusing our Patinho of cheating on you.”

Daisy’s eyes widen slightly, looking at Mickey then at Donald and the two birds before sighing to herself, shaking her head. “Mickey, you’ve got it all wrong. Donald isn’t cheating on me; we broke up a long time ago.”

Another loud gasp went through the audience who were watching everything that unfolded right in front of their eyes. Mickey open and closed his mouth, unable to find the words to say when Donald chimed in, fiddling with the rim of his uniform jacket.

“Mickey, I broke up with Daisy so I wouldn’t cheat on her with the two guys before I started dating them. She knew the whole time because I had to tell her I love Panchito and José, I didn’t want to lie to her.”

The mouse took a while to process what the two duck’s just told him. Another question however, was on his mind. “But if you told Daisy a long time ago, why didn’t you tell me or Goofy until now?”

Donald slumped slightly, still fiddling with his jacket. “Because it wasn’t safe for all three of us at the time.”

Everyone in the audience immediately went quiet as they watched, Panchito and José gently placed their hand on the duck’s shoulder with sadness in their usually bright and energetic eyes.

A sigh passed the duck’s beak. “When all three of us started dating two years after our movie came out in 1945, we couldn’t have an open relationship because of society at that time and aside from Daisy and my three nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie. no one would’ve understand what we have together. So all three of us with Daisy’s help, kept it a secret from everyone else.” Donald then let out a short laugh, “We’ve almost been caught a few times before, but somehow we still kept it under wraps.”

Shortly after the white mallard spoke his word, Panchito quickly took over.

“But you see Señor Mickey, now that sociedad has become more open minded and free, the Three Caballeros talked about finally coming out and we all agreed to tell everyone tonight at the House of Mouse.”

José then noticed that Mickey looked rather downcast, covering his face with his hands.

“Você está bem, Mickey?” The parrot asked just after Donald and Panchito noticed that something was wrong with the host.

“No.” The mouse replied, lifting his head up to look at his best friend, “I’m so sorry Donald. I should’ve asked you what’s going on between you and the other Caballeros instead of just assuming you’re cheating on Daisy and ruining your confession to everyone.” Mickey then turned to look at Goofy, “I’m really sorry I got you involved in this too, Goofy.”

The waiter simply brushed it off, “Aww, Mick. It’s fine. You were worried for both Donald and Daisy, I was too.”

Donald placed a hand on Mickey’s shoulder. “Well, the whole coming out wasn’t really how me and the boys expected it and I was pretty mad when you tried to stop us, but in the end we managed to do it and it seems everyone here, is okay with it too.”

As if on cue, everyone in the crowd started clapping and cheering as a show of support as Mickey pulled his best friend in a hug, saying his own words of support.

“What a night this turned out to be, huh?” Donald asked his best friend before saying a goodbye to Winnie the Pooh and Piglet.

“Ha ha, it sure has.” Mickey’s smile weaken a little. “I still can’t believe how much of a jerk and an idiot, I acted towards you and your boyfriends though.”

Donald sighed, “Mickey I already told you, it’s alright. It was kind of my fault as well since I didn’t tell before the show started.”

“You wanted it to be a surprise and I kind of ruined it.” The mouse rubbed the back of his head. “But it still turned into a surprise somewhat.” He remarked, laughing a little.

“Yeah, did you see the look on everyone’s faces when you accuse me of going behind Daisy’s back? That was priceless!”

The two best friends fell into a small fit of laughter when José rushed back inside the club, just stopping at their feet.

“Meu bem, it’s an emergência!” The green parrot said in between pants.

Donald quickly rushed to his Brazilian lover’s side. “What’s wrong, Joe? Are you hurt?!”

José shook his head, smoothing out his cream coloured jacket. “Não it’s not me. Do you remember, what you Americans called him...uh what’s the termo?” He snapped his fingers, trying to think. “Ah! That air headed dog called Gaston? He just said some really palavras horríveis about the three of us and Panchito just challenged him to a gunfight!”

The duck wakked in shock before grabbing a chair and running outside.  “Panchito! Hang on, I’m coming!” He then ran off onto the street.

“Donal’ wait, you’re going the wrong direção!” The Parrot turned to the mouse and shook his hand in a way that would’ve made the rooster proud. “Sinto muito Mickey, but I must go and help my namorados now. Obrigado pelo seu gentil apoio, despedida!”

With that, José ran into the direction of the duck, swinging his black umbrella around like a sword as Mickey watched on from the inside of the House of Mouse.

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Prank gone wrong?

BNHA x gn! Reader

In which the bakusquad and Y/n prank bakugou, but it goes wrong in so many ways.

Warnings: cursing, Y/n having a little crush on everyone 0.o (that hoe), maybe OOC characters?

[[stupid decisions start......

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"im sorry, bro. but I can’t risk it.” Kirishima said, shaking his head in shame. I sighed, knowing if he said no, everyone will follow with him.

“come on kirishima! you’re supposed to be the dwane johnson of the group,” i tried convincing him. Currently, I’m trying to convince the bakusquad to prank Bakugou, because he did something real dirty to me

“Oi, airhead!” Someone yelled to me. I turned around and saw Bakugou standing at one side of the door turning his head to the left to show that he found something.

“whatcha need, my man?” I said, pointing my fingers out and making little guns. “pew pew, right?” He just gritted his teeth and bit down a snarky remark. “do it for the vine,” he kept on repeating to himself quietly.

“you like the Backstreet Boys, right?” He said with a smirk plastered on his face, knowing all too well of my obsession.

“like them? i LIVE for them! i mean, have you seen them? i’d turn down even todo, my beautiful babay, for them. wait, are they here?!?! bitch, move!” I said, running faster then Kaminari saying something stupid. Already, I’m gasping for air, even if I’ve only been running for a few seconds. But the time I reached the door, I realized that Bakugou was acting a little too noice, and that he also had his phone out.

But I noticed too late, and there was that clear stuff people use to put on for food right in front of my face, and my face went right up against it. Since that happened, my body went straight forward, leaving my head behind, and making me fall. I could hear Bakugou’s laughter in the background, and he’s having trouble breathing from how much he’s laughing.

“if you don’t start running, you’ll have another reason why you won’t breathe.” I said, still laying flat on the ground. I could hear his laughing stop, but he just walked over to me, crouched down, and started talking.

“that’s what you fucking get for putting foot cream in my moisturizer, dumbass.” He half yelled, half said. “what? you don’t get the reference?” I said, still trying to catch my breath because I’m out of shape. Then there was a silence.

“...”

“...”

“now you pay for your sins, okay?” I said, but before Bakuhoe can say anything I tackled him on the ground, so I was on top of his stomach

“YOU HOE!! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?!?! I THOUGHT I HAD A CHANCE OF MEETING MY DREAM BAND— no, I kNEW I HAD A CHANCE BUT YOU FOOLED ME!!” I yelled, while shaking his collar of his shirt with my hands. He started yelling his own insults while trying to get me off of him, but I wasn’t planning on getting off anytime soon because we’re talking about tHE BACKSTREAT BOYS!

“get off me, you crazy bitch!”

“oh, you haven’t seen crazy yet!”

“h-hey Y/n’s- A-AH, sorry!” Someone said, making me stop treating Bakugou like he was a rag doll and turn around, seeing a blushing Izuku. “oh, hey Izuku!” I said, waving to him, but Bakugou took this moment to shove me off of him.

“i-i’ll leave you g-guys to it,” Izuku said, running of to wherever, then hearing someone yell, ‘get some’ to Bakugou. Then I facplanted.

“yeah, I still need to tell the poor cinnamon roll that I was trying to kill Bakugou. but, that’s the reason why I need your help! we’re doing him a favor, if anything.” I said, sweat dropping. I see Kirishima blushing, then I pinch his checks and say,

“Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite shark boy.”

“idk about you guys, but count me in!” Kaminari said,

“did you just say I don’t know in—”

“shhhhshshhshshhh.” Kaminari said, shoving his whole hand on Seros mouth, but then Kaminari pulled away quickly when Sero licked it. “that’s straight up nasty, dude.”

“Kaminari, I don’t know if it’s a good idea—” Mina started, “Mina, yes, it’s a very stupid idea, but with a great outcome!” I started, then they all shhhhhhed me because we’re all in the dorms, standing outside of the spawn of Satans door. “okay.” She said, shrugging, “we’re all going to die someday, and it’ll probably be by Bakugou anyways,”

“that’s the spirit!” I said, clapping my hands together, but the two people who actually had common sense were still on the edge about it.

“i’ll pay you guys $50.”

“deal.” Sero said. “wait, but I want $50,” Kaminari whined, “shhhshhhshsh, we can’t always get what we want, Kami,” I whispered, patting him on the shoulder.

“that’s not very manly, Y/n.”

“well, you gotta do what you gotta do, ami right?” I said, but they just left me hanging.

Then I pulled out the trusty black sharpie marker that I always keep on myself, even though I tell Aizawa otherwise.

“okay guys, this day will forever go down in history as the stupidest death, got that? okay.” I said, starting to open the door. “Wait!” Sero yelled, holding out his hand. And I thought that he had common sense. Everyone looked at him and gave him the are-you-serious look. “we need to name it.” He said, pointing to the weapon. “hmmm, I approve.” I said, then I hold out the marker on my hand. “okay guys, we gotta-”

“satan,”

“jesus,”

“benjamin,”

“mark.”

“what kind of name is Benjamin?” I asked to whoever said it, then Kaminari replied. “i dunno, isn’t he the one who invented it?”

“huh, that name doesn’t seem so bad now.” I said, “benjamin it is then.” As I said that, I pointed the marker to the sky like it was a sword. I turned around and opened the door, then looking around Bakugous room. Hmmm, his room smells nice, I thought. I looked back at everyone and saw Kaminari touching everything, Sero poking bakugous face, and Kirishima and Mina both playing sticks with eachother.

“guys!” I whisper shouted, and in a instant they all stood in front of me while saluting, like they are in military school. “oh? i like this. but anyways, we’re here for one thing, and one thing only. and that is to ruin bakugous pretty face with sharpie.” I said, and they all nodded in response.

“yes ma’am, sir!” They said. then they all went where Bakugou was sleeping, and I followed with them, then I started drawing on his face. I started off with a unibrow, that made Sero and Kaminari giggle like little girls in preschool. Then I let Kirishima draw a mustache on him, but it looked like he was a pedo because of the style. Mine wanted it to be extra special and gave him a cat nose, whiskers, and drew little ears on his forehead. We were all laughing at this point, then we heard it.

Brumphhhhh

Bakugou falls off the bed, and wakes up in the process. We all just stand there, in either awe or disgust.

“holy shit.”

“he let it rip.”

“that shouldn’t be able to come out of someone’s, ya know.”

“g-guys- i think he’s awake.” Kaminari said, shaking in his boots. Bakugou starts getting up, with a red face. None of us know if he got up because he fell, his fart, or because of our talking. But boy, he looks mad. Or flustered.

“what thE HELL ARE YOU DUMBASSES DOING IN HERE?!?!” He yelled, his blanket falling off to reveal his..... Mickey Mouse shirt.

“the real question is.... why are you wearing a Micky Mouse shirt?” I said, pointing my finger to him, trying to hold back my snickers.

“You all have 3 seconds before I kill you all.” He said, breathing heavily.

“aw, shite,” I said, “well guys, I wish you luck and don’t die.” I said, waving them goodbye while sprinting out, but of course someone had to follow,

“hey hey hey,” Kaminari said, “i hope you don’t mind that I brought everyone else too.” I looked behind him and saw everyone else.

“GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE!!!”

“mommyyyyy!”

“can we just talk about how Y/n topped Bakugou—”

“i still want my $50!”

“or that he let out a fart so loud it woke up the giants from their million year nap?”

“i still need to tell my mom about that time I killed my goldfish and I blamed it on the dog!”

“since we’re making confessions, im gay!”

“we already know that,”

“wat—”

“guys, my arm is bleeding and I don’t know what to do or how it got there.”

“wait,”

“brooooooooo,”

“okay, I need to take a breather.” I said bending down and putting my hands on my knees to hold myself up. Everyone else does the same, until we remember what we were running from.

“YOU CANT GET AWAY FROM ME NOW!!”

“aHHHHHH,”

Hey y’all! Thank you for making it this far! I hope you enjoyed, and make sure you leave a comment and hopefully a note🤞 Hope you have a good day <3

[iridescemce]

1983 Is Calling

@cinnamonriko : Could you write a fic about Penny and Ben introducing MC to muggle culture

WORD COUNT: 1284

WARNINGS: nah, just a lot of wholesome friends chatting and accepting each other

AN: I took some liberties with the request, and since hogwarts mystery is set in the 80’s i added in a time appropriate song. I think I might make a second part, let me know if you’d like that? Kinda left it hanging? I hope you like it!! wrote it in a very short amount of time, but it was fun, but might be a bit ooc (ps im aware that the story takes place in 1984+ but i like the song 1983 by neon trees so)

EDIT: i made this post private and restructured, and reworked a lot of this, and am more happy with it now! i’m not sure if it is up to par with my other works, but i it was just fun to write honestly, so here it is! (sorry that is took so long, pal)

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“You know, when I found out I was a wizard, I thought about Mickey Mouse in that blue hat with the stars,” Ben mused out loud. “You know, from Fantasia.”

You look up from you History of Magic homework and give him a puzzled look. Mickey Mouse? Fantasia? You love studying with Penny and Ben in the Great Hall, but some of the things they say go straight over your head. They’re both smart, so you figure it’s just an old community they were referencing. Or maybe it’s some obscure story you don’t know about? Maybe Penny doesn’t even know what Fantasia is. Either way, you shake your head, it’s probably not a big deal or anything.

But Penny’s nodding her head enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling, and you were even more confused than you were before, because maybe Fantasia is a big deal, and you really should know about it.

“Oh, yes! My dad would put it on for me and Beatrice all the time when we were kids, he loved it so much,” Penny says. “Mum always thought it was a load of hogwash, because magic doesn’t really work like that and she’s right, but I just thought it was fun to watch!”

“Er, what’s Fantasia?” You butt into the conversation. You need to know, because your friends clearly know, and you’re starting to feel red heat crawling up the back of your neck from embarrassment. “Is it like some obscure magical event?”

Ben and Penny take quick glances at each other before bursting into laughter, Penny with her tinkling giggle and charming smile, and Ben with his timid but genuine chuckle. You frown, feeling your stomach do backflips and somersaults.

“We’re sorry, Y/N. Fantasia is a film!” Penny explains in between giggles. “I forget you didn’t grow up with any muggle parents or friends.”

Your cheeks flush bright red, feeling like a moron for not knowing anything about Muggle culture. Two of your friends have muggle parents, Penny’s dad is a Muggle, and Ben is a Muggleborn, and you never asked anything about their own life outside of Hogwarts which is making you feel immensely guilty now.

“Er, film?”

“It’s like how the pictures here move, but they follow a script, and they’re not alive. It’s kind of like watching a story with moving pictures?” Ben tries to explain, and you sort of understand what he means.

Penny nods.“And there are so many of them!”

“Some of them are really scary, though.”

You toss Ben a knowing look when he says that.

“And Mickey Mouse is a character in Fantasia, because it’s like a drawing, so the mouse is kind of like a person? It’s hard to explain,” Penny adds, answering your unasked question.

Your eyes widen, trying to imagine a mouse/human creature. The image you conjured in your head is sort of disturbing. You grimace in response, much to Ben and Penny’s dismay.

“You’d have to see it, it’s not as weird as it sounds,” Ben mutters.You shake your head, recovering from the image. You had no idea that Muggles had different kinds of entertainment, than wizards did, you just thought that they did everything wizards did except magic.

“So wait, obviously they don’t play Quidditch, because of brooms, so…” You trail off, trying to think of other games without magic, but Gobstones and Exploding Snap were both very reliant on magic.

“Oh, Muggles have tons of sports, there’s football, and rugby, and lacrosse,” Penny lists, counting them off her fingers. “No magic. Just feet and equipment. It’s fun to watch, Beatrice used to do football when she was younger, so did I.”

“My mum wanted me to do rugby, she thought it would toughen me up, but thank Merlin we found out I was a wizard. It sounded scary, you know tackling people huddled in a circle for a ball,” Ben admits sheepishly, and then looks over at you, and then Penny for reassurance. “That is what rugby is, right?”

Penny smiles and nods, while you just shrug, you have no idea what rugby is, and you don’t really want to know since Ben spoke so poorly of it.

“Yeah, mostly, Ben,” she assures Ben, grinning. “I’m glad you’re a wizard, so you at least didn’t get forced into Rugby. My dad forced us to listen to Wham! too many times last summer.”

“That sounds violent,” you interject, and then think about what Fantasia was compared to what you thought. “Wait, what is Wham!?”

Ben laughs, more confidently than usual, which somehow makes you slightly unsettled.

“They’re a band, and they are not violent,” Ben stated. “At all. Penny, George Michael is amazing! You’re lucky, my parents refuse to listen to Wham!, I wish I could hear “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” one more time, right now.”

A girl, behind you, starts giggling uncontrollably. You turn around to see a red headed Hufflepuff girl stifling laughter. 

“Sorry, it’s just, my mum is always humming along to that song, I couldn’t escape it during Easter break,” she says, with a tone of amusement but also frustration, if that was even possible. “I can’t believe you’re not sick of it by now, I sure am.”

She turns back to her studies, and you turn back to look at Ben, who shrugs and sighs, looking slightly defeated but also unashamed.

“I like George Michael, and besides, I never get to listen to them hear, or really at home,” Ben huffs in mild frustration. You scrunch your eyebrows in thought, and wonder what is so appealing about this song, and why you desperately want to hear it now. You can’t even begin to imagine it.

Penny’s eyes light up, and she shoots up like a dart, so quickly, you think the energy flowing off her might have pushed you back out of your seat a little bit. 

“Merlin, you scared me, Penny!” You yelp, putting your hand to your chest, checking your heartbeat. It’s racing, just as you thought it would be, but still, you try to catch your breath.

“Sorry, Y/N, but I just had the most brilliant idea!” She exclaims, clapping her hands together, and then sitting down in with a slight pink tinge on her cheeks.

“You and Ben should come over this summer holiday to my house! We can show you what Fantasia is, and rugby, and Wham!, oh it would be so fun, and I know my parents would be thrilled to meet my friends!” 

You inhale a breath of excitement at the thought of going to Penny’s house in the summer. It was rare that you went anywhere during the holidays, your parents wanted to keep you close ever since Jacob disappeared. You knew they worried the same would happen to you, but it didn’t stop you from being extremely upset about being cooped up at home all the time. What you would do to get out of the house during the summer holidays...

“Penny, that would be fantastic!” You cheer. “But I would have to ask my parents, they’re kind of strict with Jacob gone…”

Ben nudges your arm from across the table, and gives you a small smile. It’s enough to give you some assurance that things might work out in your favour.

“Me too, Y/N, but it wounds super fun,” Ben adds in. “I’m sure we could figure something out.”

Penny beams, and you can’t help beaming back because she’s radiating with light. It’s a brilliant idea, and one you would love to make happen.

And from Penny’s radiant smile, and Ben’s reassuring nudges, you think you might just find out what Mickey Mouse looks like, and if George Michael’s voice is something worth hearing.

Oh, and if rugby is just as bad as Ben made it sound, because if it was, it terrified you more than any Voldemort Boggart did.

You could hardly wait to find out.

[getinthefuckingcar]

I Fucking Hate You

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or any canon story lines used in this fanfic.

I'm sorry if they're OOC, I'm working on making sure they're accurate. Also let're pretend Carl is home for some reason and all the Gallaghers are there rn.

I feel like I use too many commas when I write and most of my sentences are run-ons. Let me know if you agree.

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Mikhailo Milkovich was found dead five miles from the border between Mexico and the United States.

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Ian doesn't realize at first, why everyone freezes.  He's staring at the TV, at the picture of him. The picture of Mickey. He still doesn't realize when Carl runs up the stairs and the door slams, when he hears a choked sob come from Debbie, when Fiona lets out a muttered, oh shit, or when Lip stops talking.

He doesn't realize until Liam reacts.

"Mickey Mouse?" He asks, turning to Ian. He sounds sad. How does he understand before Ian does?

Mikhailo Milkovich was found dead five miles from the border between Mexico and the United States.

Suddenly there's bile rising up his throat and he's throwing up all over the wooden flooring in the living room.

It's only been a few months.

It's all his fault.

The minute he stops, he's shaking. He can't stand up, but Fiona is next to him, and he doesn't realize he's crying until the pads of her thumbs are swiping under his eyes, but doing nothing, because the tears won't fucking stop.

She's guiding him up the stairs, into his bedroom and pushing him down until he's on the bed. She's talking, but he can't understand what she's saying because Mickey's dead. Mickey's dead and it's all his fault, and he should have gone with him. He should have been there because then he wouldn't have been wherever he was when he died, he would have been with Ian.

Ian doesn't leave his bed for two weeks. His pills are working. Debbie brings him his meds and some toast every morning and night, and he doesn't know how he has the strength to take them and eat the fucking toast, but Mickey had always wanted him to be okay, and Ian thinks that even if he's never really okay again, that this fucking disease won't be the reason why. There's always water next to his bed, whenever he drinks it someone comes in and fills it up. He doesn't shower, Fiona called into work for him, explained what happened. Sue doesn't really know the full story, doesn't really understand who Mickey is, or why Ian cares so much, but she lets him take as much time as he needs. He only gets up to piss, because fuck that, he isn't pissing in his fucking bed.

Everyone tries to talk to him, Lip comes upstairs first, a few hours after Fiona brought him up, telling him that he gets it, that it felt like this when Karen got hit by the fucking car and Ian screams at him. Tells him he  doesn't understand because this is his fault, and Karen didn't fucking die, and she remembered who he was, and he could still go and find her if he really wanted to see her. Lip doesn't say anything else, but when he leaves, Ian curls further into himself.

Fiona tries to talk to him next, come into his room a few days later, saying that she gets it too, that when she though Jimmy was dead, it was horrible. Ian doesn't believe her because he knows she never really thought Jimmy was dead, just that he left. He doesn't scream at her, but when she tries to brush the hair out of his face, or tempt him into taking a shower, he shoves her away. She leaves too.

Carl and Debbie talk to him, halfway through the second week. They tell him they don't understand how he feels, that maybe they've seen people in love, maybe they have been themselves, they don't really know, but they've never seen anyone love like him and Mickey. That, yeah, they both fucked up a lot, but that time between his first depressive episode and his next manic one, those months, were the happiest they've ever seen Ian. They say that Mickey would want him to be okay. When they leave, Ian showers, but goes back to bed again.

The last day he spends in bed, Liam stumbles into his room. He climbs into the bed with Ian, little hands resting on his cheeks.

"I miss Mouse, too." Ian cries again. Liam's short fingers wiping away tears, and he stays with Ian until the morning.

Ian gets up, he showers, he wakes Liam up and makes him some breakfast. He calls Sue, tells her he'll be back tomorrow. She says she was worried about him, asks if he's okay, he says he's not, but he's as okay as he'll ever be.

Fiona and Lip try not to make a big deal of him being up, but they hand him a plate piled with food, and even though he isn't hungry, he eats all of it.

Ian checks him phone, sees messages from Mandy and Iggy, even Svetlana called a few times.  He texts Mandy, asks if she's okay. He doesn't answer when she asks how he's doing. Iggy  actually seems upset when he answers the phone, and Ian remembers that Mickey had told him Iggy had always been the one trying to keep the beatings from Mickey, just like Mickey had tried to keep them from Mandy.

He calls Svetlana and asks if she could bring Yevgeny over. He says he's sorry for acting like he didn't give a shit, about her, or the baby, or Mickey. She tells him that she knew he gave a shit, knew he had fucked up, but that it was okay. She brings Yevgeny over for dinner.

When she walks through the door, she hands the three year old to Ian and the toddler smiles bright, his blue eyes shining, just like Mickey's did. Ian wants to cry again.

"He misses father," She stated.

"I do too."

"Other father, one who's here now."

Ian smiles for the first time in weeks, and presses his nose to the back of Yevgeny's head.

There's a knock on the door, and Debbie goes to answer it, Liam trailing behind her.

"Mouse!" Ian freezes, placing Yev down on the couch. He turns around.

Mickey is there. His hair is blonde, peeking out of the hoodie he's wearing, but he's there, and his knuckles still hold promises of pain, and his eyes are still just as bright, and he's picking Liam up and hugging him.

"What the fuck?" he hears someone ask, Fiona, probably, but Mickey is hugging Debbie and Carl now and Ian tries to remember if he took his meds at breakfast. He did.

Mickey is looking at Ian now, and suddenly Ian is there. His arms are tight around Mickey, one pulling the hood off his head, and slipping his hand into his hair, the other around his back, hand gripping tight to the fabric he finds there. He breathes in deep, finally taking in that scent he loved, the scent he missed so fucking much. Mickey's arms are around him too, one hand running up and down his back and the other holding around his waist.

"You complete fucking asshole!" He chokes out. He realizes he's breaking down and he doesn't really care, because Mickey isn't fucking dead. "I fucking hate you." He says, but he's wetting Mickey's sweater with tears, and he's never fucking letting go.

"I love you too." Ian's smiling, pulling back enough to kiss him, there's tongue, and the tears still falling from Ian's eyes are making it kinda wet, but neither of them care. When they pull away Ian immediately clings to his side and doesn't let go when he picks up Yev, and hugs the little boy, or when Fiona hugs him, or when Svetlana does, even when Lip gives him a one armed hug, Ian is still wrapped up in one arm, both of his around Mickey's torso.

"I love you, shit, so fucking much, I should have gone with you. I'm sorry. So fucking sorry, Mick." Ian looks down at him, green eyes shining, and, shit, how does he have any tears left?

"Hey, it's okay. Yeah, you really fucking hurt me, a few times actually, but it's not like I never hurt you." He kisses the top of his head, "Gonna let me go now, dumbass?"

"No." He buries his face in his shoulder, and Mickey laughs.

"As much as I hate to break up this reunion, how the fuck did you fake your fucking death?" Fiona asks, even if she sounds kind of mad, she has a smile on her face.

"Met up with Damon, he was my cellmate, motherfucker has a big fucking heart aparently, helped me do this shit even after I left him when we switched cars." Mickey looks away from Ian, up at the rest of the Gallaghers. "He has some fucking connections, I guess. He did most of the work. I payed him, but all I really had to do was stand there and look pretty until the cops declared that shit."

"So you're stayin' here?" Lip asks, trying to hide his smile. It would be nice to have the old Ian back.

"Yeah," he looks back at Ian's smiling face. "Yeah, I'm stayin' here. I don't know where exactly I'm stayin', but I'll figure that out."

"Stay here. Or we can find somewhere else to live, or we can move back into your old house, but together. Yeah?"

Mickey nods, answering with a quiet, yeah, and Ian lets him answer some more questions from his family. He plays with Mickey's hand, stares at the tattoos he's misses so much. They promised pain, but they touched Ian so softly.  

Eventually his family files into the kitchen, and then out the backdoor. Ian pulls Mickey down to the couch, and suddenly he has a lap full of Milkovich.

Then he's angry.

"What the fuck, Mick? You couldn't have warned me?"

"Oh, yeah sure, let me just call you and get fucking caught, while I'm trying to get back to your sorry ass!" Mickey looks angry too, but Ian thinks he's hurt.

"You shouldn't have left!" Ian shouts back.

"You left me!" Mickey's voice cracks on the last word and Ian's heart shatters again. He tries to climb off Ian's lap, but Ian can see the tears shining in the older boy's eyes, so he wraps his arms around his waist and holds him there.

"You left me," he repeats,  "I did everything I could to stay with you, to make sure you were okay, and you broke up with me, let me get arrested, you never fucking visited me, and I broke out so I could fucking see you! Then you left again! And I know I've done my fair share of shit, but fuck, Ian, I tried." His voice gets quieter the longer he talks, and he's crying by the end, hands angrily trying to wipe the tears.

Ian knows how much he fucked up, he knows all the shit he did. The cheating, stealing his fucking kid, how he acted while adjusting to the meds, fucking hitting him. Leaving with Monica, breaking up with him. He let him go to jail, and even when he was stable again, didn't visit, and talked shit about him. He knows he can blame most of it on his fucking disease - disorder, Mickey always corrected him - but not all of it. He should have been there, tried to get him out, visited. He should have chased after them when Sammi pointed a gun at Mickey and he ran. But he didn't and he can't change that, but maybe he can fix it, because this was actually something broken. And it was Ian's fault.

"Fuck, Mickey, I know. I fucking know, okay? I fucked up so bad, and I get it if you can't forgive me, but I'm gonna make it up to you. I'm gonna do everything I can to stay with you, no matter what. I'm gonna fix this, fix us. I love you, and I need to clean my fucking mess, but we're here now, we're together, and as long as you lay low, we'll be fine. You go by a new name, cover your tattoos when we go out, you could probably even get a job. I'll start saving again, we can get an apartment or something, help Svet with the kid. Whatever you want, okay?"

Mickey nods against Ian's collarbone, presses a kiss to the top of his chest. Ian turns and presses one on the top of Mickey's head.

"You dyed your hair." Ian says, smiling a little, and Mickey's laugh is pressed into his shoulder, muffled a little, but it's still the best thing in the world to Ian.

"Yeah, I did. Kinda sexy?"

Ian laughs, thinking about that cheesy Hawaiian print shirt he'd asked the same thing about.

"How about you go by Gallagher. Michael, or something. But Gallagher."

"You proposing to me or some shit, now?"

"Yeah."

Mickey's breath hitches as he pulls away from Ian's chest, looks into his eyes.

"Ian, we can't get fucking married, not really, I'm a fucking fugitive."

"So? We get rings, we move in together, you go by my last fucking name. Close enough isn't it?"

"Sure, Gallagher. Tell your family there's another one of you." Ian smiles bright, and so does Mickey.

After they tell his family, Ian kicks them out again, tells them not to come home for a few hours.

They didn't leave his room until morning.

[pineappleberry]

Open Post: Skating Event Announcement

Clink, clink, clink.

Viktor Nikiforov stands at the front of the cafeteria with a projector, a flip-chart and a spoon he’s tapping lightly against an upside-down glass.

“Romans! Countrymen! Lend me your ears!”

A few groans ring out across the room. Yuuri Katsuki, positioned just to the left of Viktor with the projector remote, rolls his eyes.

“Ahem. Sorry, I’ve always wanted to do that.”

He stands up a little taller, grinning from ear to ear, “I have an announcement to make!”

The room starts buzzing with excitement, a few quizzical murmurs heard from the far tables.

“As you know, I have been working alongside the academy administration to put together the very first skating event of the year. It will be a competition as many of you are familiar with, comprising of two routines for each skater: a short program and a free skate.”

“And what about the theme?” calls someone from the centre of the room.

Viktor practically giggles, giddy with excitement, and lifts up a finger. “Ah, ah, I was just getting onto that. Yuuri, the presentation please?”

Yuuri jumps into action and begins fumbling with the projector, connecting it to a laptop and tapping at it wildly.

Click.

Click click.

The PowerPoint emerges, complete with bright pink Comic Sans. Viktor points to it.

“Our theme for this competition is…”

He turns his head and hisses at Yuuri to forward the presentation.

“Disney on Ice!”

The room practically explodes. Viktor has to ineffectually clink the glass a few more times to regain some sense of composure among the jittery crowd.

“Now, now! You will be required to present these two programs based on a specific theme, although both pieces of music you choose will not necessarily have to come from the same movie. Make sure to inform the administration as soon as you make your choices—”

He moves to the flip-chart and opens it gracefully to reveal the date of the competition and the rules, along with a chibi drawing of Viktor in Mickey Mouse ears.

“You can choose an orchestral piece or a lyrical piece, whichever represents your theme best! Scoring will be a little different this time, as it will go to a public vote instead of a traditional scoring system—” he grins widely, “just to keep things super interesting! Amazing, huh?”

“You must use Disney music, and I’ll be expecting wonderful costumes, too. Anyone can take part, coaches or students, and, oh, one more thing…”

Pause, for dramatic effect.

“Your short program must be individual, to show off your own skating skills. Your free program, however… can be done individually or in pairs.” He throws a very deliberate look towards Yuriy Plisetsky and Otabek Altin, for no apparent reason. “Just as long as you get an equal amount of time on the ice.”

“Sound good?”

OOC: Your character can respond once to this post!

Make sure you inform Ira of both your SP and FS routine songs before you take part, to avoid clashes. The competition will take place next Friday, 13th January!

You will need to place your entry by choreographing two routines for your character and writing them out in full prose, complete with audience reactions (such as cheering, applause, etc.). Make sure you set it properly to the music. One post for each of your two performances is enough, and there is no need for threading unless you are performing with a partner - in which case you can work together on a single post or create a thread of movements to accurately describe the routine.

As Viktor said, the winner will be chosen by a vote. After all of the performances have taken place, a public poll will be uploaded where you can choose who you thought represented their theme best. The skater with the most votes overall will win!

Good luck, skaters!

@yoi-academy-rpgroup

[getinthefuckingcar]

Sorry I’m Late

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or any dialogue from the show that is used in this fanfiction. Also, I'm not sure, but they might end up being a little OOC.

I'm not American so I don't know how most of this shit works, so I'm really sorry if legal stuff is messed up.

Honestly, I just need this (or something like this) to happen in season 8.

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He sniffed hard, pressing his palms to his eyes. He didn't wanna leave Mickey anymore. He just wanted him.

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Ian hated this. Hated how he had left and came back and let Trevor come to Monica's funeral like he wanted to be with him. Hated how Fiona told him she was proud of him. For what? Not going and living with Mickey and being happy? Hated how he didn't defend Mickey when she talked about him, told Debbie and Carl he was never good for him. Hated how Debbie had looked at him, tears in her eyes, when he said nothing to defend him. Hated how he did the same thing when Carl yelled at Fiona, saying Mickey had been better for Ian then she had ever been, before storming up the stairs. Hated his sister, and his mom for giving him these fucked up genes that made Fiona think he wasn't capable of making his own decisions. Hated Sammi for fucking everything up. Hated the fucked up situation. But mostly? He hated himself.

He's never felt this alone before. Not when he was a kid and Monica left him alone on a street corner. Not when he left to the army, and nobody looked for him for months. Not when he couldn't get out of bed, even as he heard Mickey next to him in the bed, shaking breaths revealing that he was trying not to cry. Not even when he slept alone in the psych ward, after months of sleeping next to Mickey. He could only fucking imagine how Mickey felt.

He hoped Mickey was doing better than him. Hoped he was happy. He knew he wasn't.

He talked to Sue. Asked about a way he could get his job transferred. She didn't ask why. He got a prescription from his doctor so he could get a refill of his meds next month when he needed them. He got a passport, and and finalized all the legal shit so he could live and work in Mexico. He packed his shit, bought a plane ticket and called Mandy. She knew where Mickey was.

"Fuck, Mands, you gotta tell me where he is." He sighed, she wasn't going to give the address up easy.

"I don't know what happened, he gave me the address, that's it, but I do know that you were supposed to be with him when he called me. You weren't. Why should I let you be now?" She loved Ian, she really fucking did, but she wasn't letting him break Mickey again.

"I fucked up so bad. Everything I've done since he brought me home has been so fucked up and I never got to apologize. I got a passport and a job transfer, did all the shit so this would be legal. As legal as living with a fugitive could be. I just wanna make it right, and if he wants me to leave, I will."

She gave him the address. He felt a little less alone.

He told Debbie and Carl what he was doing, and he doesn't think he'd seen them that happy in a long time. He told Lip, and Lip looked a little less fucked up than he had since that bitch of a professor fucked with him. Fiona yelled, and told him he could do better, he needed better. He told her he couldn't. She told him not to come back when Mickey got sick of him, and he told her if he came to visit, she wouldn't see him.

"Mickey Mouse?" Liam had asked, giggling. That kid fucking loved Mickey, and Ian still can't believe he let his little brother call him that.

He kissed Liam and Franny on the head, hugged Debbie and Carl, hugged Lip for even longer, and flipped Fiona off. He thinks she might have cried as he walked out the door, but he didn't give a shit.

His knee didn't stop shaking the entire plane ride. The girl next to him, who couldn't have been any older than Debbie, asked if he was scared of flying. He said he was. She didn't talk much more for the rest of the flight, but she did offer to let him watch Harry Potter with her on her laptop. He did.

He got his shit from the airport and got a taxi once he left. He didn't have work for a week. He got a hotel room and got a different taxi in the morning. He gave the driver the address and sat back in his seat. He thought about how the fuck he was gonna get Mickey to take his ass back. He knew he'd fucked shit up so many times; leaving, and leaving, and leaving. He'd took Mickey's kid, cheated on him, fucking hit him, but he still took him back, still told him he loved him. What did he do in return? Leave. Crush Mickey after he told him he loved him, practically said fucking wedding vows. He let Sammi chase him with a fucking gun, let him go to jail, didn't try to help, and Mickey still came back, still loved him, told him he had his back more than anyone did. Then he fucking left again.

He sniffed hard, pressing his palms to his eyes. He didn't wanna leave Mickey anymore. He just wanted him.

When the taxi pulled up outside of Mickey's apartment building Ian felt the tears burning in his eyes again. The driver said something in Spanish, but he paid the amount shown on the meter before getting out of the car. He couldn't fucking breathe, but apparently that wasn't gonna stop shit. He didn't wait for the elevator, just ran up the stairs, lungs burning (he should really quit smoking again) and legs aching. He stopped on the 8th floor, heading down they hallway to find the right apartment number.

He still couldn't breathe, his heart was in his fucking throat, and his hands wouldn't stop shaking. Mickey. He knocked on the door, but only heard a muffled fuck off. He wanted to laugh because of course that's still how Mickey rejects company, but he wanted to cry because he was right fucking there.

He didn't bother knocking again, slowly opening the door.

"What the fuck don't you understand about fuck off?" Ian thinks he might be drunk. He stands from where he was sitting and Ian sees the bottle of tequila in his hand. He's drunk.

Mickey turns to face the door, freezing when he sees who's standing there.

"Hey. Sorry I'm late." Ian said, his voice shaking, no where near as steady as Mickey's had been when he said those exact words to Ian over two years ago. Mickey's breath hitched, caught in his throat, and tears burned in his eyes. He didn't blink them away or squeeze his eyes shut, scared that if he closed them for anything, Ian would be gone when they opened.

He walked a few steps into the apartment, shutting the door behind him, before he reached out towards Mickey. Mickey didn't flinch back, didn't fucking move at all, really. Not until Ian's hand was against his face, thumb swiping over his cheekbone, wiping away the tears that had fallen without Mickey knowing. Then suddenly Mickey's arms were around Ian and his head was in the crook of his neck, choked sobs leaving his mouth.

"Fuck, Mick. It's okay. I'm so sorry, so fucking sorry. I love you, I really fucking love you. Like I'm in love with you. And I'm sorry and I'm here and I'm not leaving ever again. Never again." His neck is wet, but, then again, so is his face. His arms are around Mickey, one gripping his hair, and the other around his back, holding on just as tight as Mickey was.

He pressed his face into Mickey's shoulder, it quickly becoming just as wet as his own neck is.

"Shit, Ian." Mickey mumbled into his neck, releasing a shaky breath. "Are you really here? Not fucking leaving?"

"Never fucking leaving." He pulled back from the hug, resting his forehead against Mickey's, "I love you."

"I love you too." Ian kisses him, and it's slow and gentle and he wants Mickey to know how much he loves him, and how much he missed this. Missed him. Mickey kisses him back, kisses back harder, needing it to be different then the last time he kissed Ian. But Ian's hands are in his hair, moving towards his face, thumb swiping over his ear like it always has, pressing into the skin of his cheek, and Mickey's hands are there too, resting on Ian's neck.

They both pulled back, foreheads together, noses bumping softly and then Mickey is smiling and so is Ian.

"Why'd you change your mind?"

"I couldn't fucking do it. I should have come with you, should have never left, let you get arrested, should have been there. Kept you safe. But I wasn't and I'm so fucking sorry, and I'm here now and-" He ranted on, losing control of his words and spiraling into a thousand more apologies.

"Hey, shut the fuck up. It's all good. Just don't leave again." Ian nodded, hands pressing into Mickey's neck.

"I got a job transfer, and a passport, all the legal shit so I can stay here and work," he says, looking away nervously. "I mean, if you want me to stay here because if you want me to go, I'll go."

Mickey kissed him again, effectively shutting him up. "No, I don't want you to go." He put a hand on Ian's cheek, turning his head to look him in the eyes. "I know you fucked up, but I did too. We both majorly fucked up so many times, but if you're here now and you're not leaving then we'll figure everything out. Now help me sober the fuck up and we can go get your shit from wherever you have it, okay?"

Ian nodded, "Want coffee or some shit?" Mickey nodded and Ian let him lead him into his kitchen. Mickey grabbed a glass and filled it with water, drinking it quickly. Once Ian had made the coffee and Mickey had some, they agreed that they both needed a shower and Mickey shows him where the bathroom was. They saved hot water, and so what if he gave Mickey a blowjob as they did? It wasn't hurting anyone.

They eventually got dressed an went to get Ian's shit from the hotel. When they were back at Mickey's house, laying in his bed, their bed, arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled together, Mickey's face n the crook of his neck, he hears him say, "We do need to properly talk about this. We never really talked through our shit, but if you're staying we have to start. Okay?"

"Yeah, Mick, we'll talk. We'll fix it, right?"

"We always do, Ian,"

Ian pressed his face into Mickey's hair. He didn't need anything else, he had Mickey.

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