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arrowflier · 3 years

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lmao we need the story now of Ian sitting in Mickey’s lap at the bench to piss of the housewife! 😂 love ur stories xx 💋

Expansion of a moment alluded to here. It got extra silly.

They’re stumbling home early one morning after practically spending the night at the Alibi Room, tossing back shots with the Gallaghers in celebration of Carl and his police partner securing the deed. Even with a handful of cops among them—can’t believe this place is a fucking pig pen now, jesus Gallagher—they had both enjoyed themselves, content that Carl wouldn’t let anyone mess with his family. Hell, Tipping wouldn’t either—he’d been staying in touch since he crashed their anniversary, and seemed to love having a couple of ex-con pals to shoot the shit with on a Friday night.

Ian stumbles as they get closer, nearing the edge of the park they take Franny and Fred to sometimes when they babysit, and Mickey grabs him around the waist with a laugh.

“Watch it,” he giggles. “You’re fuckin’ hammered, man.”

Ian twists so that they’re holding each other, swaying awkwardly as he gets his arms around his husband.

“Gonna hammer you,” he slurs, before nearly falling on his ass when Mickey pulls back with a snort.

“Gonna fucking hurt yourself is what you’re gonna do,” he disagrees, grinning. “You’re such a lightweight.”

Ian pouts, but Mickey just takes his hand and leads him farther into the park until they come to a worn stone bench, which he shoves Ian down onto unceremoniously.

“Sit down before you fall down, tough guy,” he orders after the fact, then pushes a pliant Ian over until there’s space to sit down next to him.

It’s pretty quiet this early as they sit together in a silence broken only by the occasional hiccup from Ian. There are a few kids on the playground already a short distance away, surprising for 6AM but not unheard of. The sun is up already, but weak, and it casts faint shadows that play over Ian’s face and hair as Mickey looks at him. It brings out the the varied highlights, making it look like a rainbow viewed through a red lens, and Mickey can’t help but reach up to run a hand through it.

Ian hums, and leans sleepily into the touch. Lightweight or not, now that they’re still, he’s coming down fast.

“Got some weird fuckin’ memories here, man,” Mickey says suddenly, eying the bench they're sitting on. It's familiar, and he runs fingers over the grooves left behind by someone's knife. Probably his old man's.

“Bad ones?” Ian asks, and he can feel Mickey shake his head.

“Nah,” he answers. “Not really. Just…weird,” he repeats. After a beat, he lets go of Ian and turns to face him on the bench. “Wanna help me make some better ones?” he asks, and Ian grins and leans in.

Their kisses are soft and light, a little sloppy with lingering drunkenness, lips tasting of cheap ale and stale breath. It’s perfect.

“Excuse me,” someone says loudly next to them, and they break apart. Mickey doesn’t grace the interruption with his attention, settling instead for stroking a hand up Ian’s back, but Ian turns to look at the woman who spoke.

She’s dressed in a sleek black tracksuit with pink lines down the side, bleached hair tied up in a stern bun on top of her head above a thick, velvety headband. One hand is on her hip, the other resting on the handle of a designer stroller, one of those fancy ones that looks like an old Victorian pram but with UV protection and a vented base. Ian tries not the grimace at the idea that it’s probably fucking wifi enabled or something, and could feed his entire family for months if they hawked it.

“Can I help you?” he asks anyway, just to be polite—though his tone is anything but, thanks to his diminished faculties. He doesn’t want to be an asshole, though, whether he likes the gentrifiers taking over his home or not.

Then she opens her mouth, and he immediately reconsiders that stance.

“Could you not do that around the children?” she says pointedly, gesturing to the playground a few feet away where a handful of kids are scrambling over the jungle gym.

That gets Mickey’s hackles up.

“Could you not mind your own fuckin’ business?” he returns, dropping his hand from Ian’s back to make a rude gesture.

The woman scoffs at them, and makes a gesture of her own. “It’s my business what you show my kids,” she tells him haughtily. “This is a family space.”

Ian looks from the woman to his husband, whose eyebrows are climbing his face, and makes a decision.

“Of course, sorry,” he says, ignoring the way Mickey’s head snaps back to look at him. “We’re being so rude, taking up this whole bench when families might need it.”

Mickey starts to grin, catching on when Ian gets up. His hands find Ian’s hips, keeping his steady as he plops right down into his lap.

“That’s not what I—” the woman starts, stunned by the display, but they’ve both stopped listening. Ian leans in and and licks obnoxiously up the side of Mickey’s neck, reveling in the disgusted sound that the woman makes, then Mickey is turning his head and capturing his mouth in a much more thorough kiss than what they had exchanged before.

They don’t even notice when she calls her kids over, two toddlers in matching designer play-clothes meekly coming when called. They don’t notice when they leave, the woman trying to keep the children’s backs to them as they walk away. They do notice the way she trips over the curb on her way out of the park, but they just huff a laugh into their kiss and keep going until she’s out of sight.

Mickey is finally the one to pull back, stroking Ian’s face with his thumb as he does.

“That was kinda hot, Gallagher,” he admits. “Gotta get you drunk and riled up more often.”

Ian laughs, pressing his face into Mickey’s neck where he leaves a chaste kiss.

“Don’t think that’s gonna be a problem with all these rich fucks moving in,” he offers, “but if you get me home, I’ll give you a sneak preview of what’ll happen next time.”

Mickey’s grin is slow and wicked. “Got yourself a deal, tough guy,” he says. “Let’s get your ass home.”

#daily speedwrite #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #fanfic

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m00nslippers · 5 years

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Titans S2E1, a review kinda.

I’m lazy so I’m gonna bullet point this stuff and just dump it in a haphazard order but I had some Thoughts™ about the episode that I felt like expressing.

Spoilers abound, I am withholding nothing.

I get why they held back this episode. If you look at the run time, a lot of the best stuff was actually stuff with the new characters/cast members (Slade and Bruce), and I’m pretty sure they didn’t have any of that cast at that time--at the least the news certainly came out in the interim between seasons. It seemed like the old episode might have cut off when everyone was exchanging cars but holding it back we got a lot more and I think it splits up the episodes better. So I’m okay with how they held it back.

Love the Trigon actor, not a fan of the CGI. I think the actor for Trigon was excellent, amazing. He feels so cold and malevolent but also persuasive. He’s great, I really feel his menace, he’s a great villain. The CGI when he transformed though? Mm, I think it was never going to work on the budget this show has. Personally I think they should have just alluded to his demon form with him having a Trigon-shaped shadow with the multiple glowing red eyes and then maybe we see the full Trigon figure just for a split second when Rachel is banishing him. I think it would have been a better use of the CGI to avoid it looking cheap/tacky.

Jason. You know I gotta talk about my boy Jason. Don’t get me wrong, he’s not a perfect Jason but there’s potential here. I’ve seen a lot of people say "He’s a jerk! How can anyone like him, he’s not like comic-Jason!” But I mean, none of the characters here are 100% their canon counterparts, they are all changed a little to fit the story and situation. For the most part I enjoy this show and these versions of the character for what they are in the context presented. And Jason isn’t actually a jerk, he just has a lot of teenage bravado that comes off as obnoxious and I think that’s on purpose. It’s really obvious to me that he is trying so damn hard to look cool in front of Dick and his friends, and it’s kind of just not working because they’ve been set up not to like him because he took Dick’s vigilante identity. Watch the show and you’ll realize that literally everyone he talks to is hostile to him before he even opens his mouth because he has Dick’s costume. He’s not actually a jerk, like Bruce said, he just has rough edges, in his heart he just wants to be acknowledged. Look how quick he was to say he wanted to help Dick. He really looks up to him, even if his way of showing it isn’t always the best, but he’s not going to let Dick walk all over him, either. I just hope we get a little bit more development in the season to show he’s smart and kind of nerdy. Like Dick walks into his room and is surprised he has so many books everywhere. And like sees Jason studying or something. That would make me really happy. I also am really hoping the stuff with Hawk and Jason continues because considering the character similarities (posturing bad boys with trauma and anger problems) it’s something that makes sense. Also in the comics Hank kind of goes murdery like Jason does so it’s kind of foreshadowing to place these two together.

Deathstroke was awesome. He barely had any words, but I feel like the actor’s delivery and the writing was on point. He looks the part, too (could be taller, but I’m not fussed about it). I’m looking forward to more of him. Also his password was JOEY, I saw that on someone else’s post and it made me ‘!!!’. Yeah, there’s that heart of fools’ gold that may or may not have actual gold deep down in there somewhere that I know and love! I’m really excited to see more of him. Tangentially related is Wintergreen, who has been race bent, he’s black now. And he’s a lot younger than Slade and more dressed up, not British, either. We haven’t seen much of him yet, but I really did get a long-suffering manager/friend who is torn between being-over-Slade’s-shit but also giving-too-much-of-a-shit-so-he’ll-never-really-leave feel. Yeah I read that much into his like twenty seconds of screen time. I think I’m going to like him.

Brendan Thwaites continues to be excellent as Dick. I LOVED that he went full dad-mode/big bro-mode at the end. Making his stupid jokes. He really does feel like Nightwing. He’s great. And I thought his talk with Bruce was excellent. It really stops a batfam-fan’s heart when you see these characters interact in a healthy way.

Dad Bruce Wayne is a treasure. I think I get it. I think I understand why they cast Ian Glenn. Yeah I think his looks aren’t quite right. I think they should have had him dye his hair dark at the very least, and he’s a bit old. But to me, he really sold that Bruceness, the sort of wry humor, the way he powers through any interaction with anyone on sheer force of personality but underneath it all he doesn't have a clue what the fuck he’s doing, especially with his kids. Oh my god, he’s got Batdad down so good. When Dick said his anger had stopped him from seeing all the positive ways Bruce had helped him and Bruce leaned back and tried to play it cool and was casually like, “I’d like to hear about that,” and seemed really disappointed when Dick was like, “Next time.” DUDE. He was so surprised he’d managed to make any positive impact! He was fishing so hard for tips! Like he was so clearly thinking, “Holy shit I somehow managed to do something right under all my fuck-ups? I need to know these things for Jason!” And that’s obviously his motivation for sending Jason with Dick. He’s like, clearly Dick is better at this shit than me and knows stuff I don’t, so I need to get his help on this for Jay. But of course he’ll never just say that because he’s Bruce Wayne. Classic. Oh my god, I love them so much.

All the returning cast was great as usual. I love Teagan’s new look as Raven, her hair looks great. I kind of wish her gem didn’t just look stuck on but, eh, it’s not a deal-breaker. I also continued to love Anna Diop as Starfire and her interactions with Donna. I chuckled when Donna was like, “This is Kori, she’s an alien,” and Kori was tiffed and Donna’s like, “What, you are!” and Kori is like, “You coulda put some love into it!” or something. That was hilarious. Also I think this season is going to keep leading into RaeGar and probably more DicKori and I hope we get some JayRose too.

So overall I enjoyed this episode. Honestly all the best stuff was at the end, IMO and I’m really looking forward to more. My only disappointment is that we didn’t get a scene where Bruce calls Jason into the security room and is like, “Can you explain this?”, and there’s the footage of Jason eating shit on his motorcycle on the upstairs banister. And Jason’s guilty, like “Oh fuck.” Yeah we needed that scene.

#Titans #Dc Universe #Titans spoilers #Titans season 2 #Dick Grayson #Nightwing #Jason Todd #Robin #Red Hood #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Slade Wilson #Deathstroke #Batdad

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toloveawarlord · 6 years

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Ch. 1

Pairing: Edgar x Iris

“The Red Army doesn’t bend rules.” The king of hearts icy eyes showed no remorse for his words. Since recently visiting my home, he would know that my brother had shirked his duty to join and still refused even with Lancelot Kingsley at our dinner table. That encounter had made our family lose its status. Our house, our land, our dignity. Ripped away by the selfishness of my brother.

Without a horse, I had walked for two days to even get to the Red Army Headquarters. The soldiers at the front gate had tried to turn me away but the Ace of Hearts allowed my entry. Even he said that it would be a futile attempt to speak to Lancelot now. “I see no where in the rules where women aren’t allowed.”

Lancelot didn’t budge on his stance. “Ian has refused his duty, and henceforth, that has taken away any status that the Adley family has. They have no place among the army. Zero will take you home, Iris.” His gaze dropped back down to the papers on his desk.

“I don’t have a home, anymore. You took that from us,” I said, turning on my heel. My family had split apart mere days after having our status demoted to civilians. My mother’s family had taken her in under the stipulation that she remove any contact with the rest of us. My father moved to black territory, hoping to find work. Ian had disappeared the very night he refused to join. My place had yet to be found. Using money that I stole from the house before I left, I’ve been moving around from town to town, finding no welcome as a stripped aristocrat.

Zero held the door open for me, not having said a word the entire time.

“If Ian finds himself ready to serve his country, I might be willing to allow him in as an ordinary soldier. His place as the Ten of Hearts will not be reconsidered until he proves himself,” Lancelot spoke, still not taking his attention off his work.

If I can even find him. His quest to find his true love had drove him away from his family, making him turn his back on us. If that’s what love is, I will never succumb to it. We were opposites. He enjoyed cooking, housework, and writing poems. I had been the one who mastered swordplay and learned to strategize for war. For fun, father would say. It would be to encourage my brother not to be outdone by me.

Following behind me like shadow, Zero finally spoke. “The Red Army has never had a woman as soldier, let alone as one of the Chosen Thirteen. I’m sorry that he denied your request, but it’s probably for the best. War isn’t a—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” I snapped. Men. Always so sure that women are weak and frail. If he’d only given me a chance to show how well I can handle a sword… I was sure he would change his mind. Instead, all the King of Hearts did was hide behind their misogynistic view.

“The stables are this way, I can take you wherever you’d like,” he offered, gesturing away from the main gate. He didn’t seem like a bad person, but with my blood boiling, there was no kind words that would make me calm.

With a shake of my head, I couldn’t help the anger in my tone. “I’ll be fine on my own. The Central Quarter isn’t that far.” Without looking back, I forced my body to move. If Lancelot thinks that his harsh words and assessments are going to keep me from getting back what he stole from my family, he is sorely mistaken.

The soldiers stationed by the entrance were snickering to each other and staring blatantly as I passed by. They instantly straightened up as two others approached on horseback. Both of them were high ranking officers. Their crests were the Jack of Hearts and the Queen of Hearts. Rumor has it that the Queen of Hearts is has no heart when it comes to training new recruits. The Jack, however, had a family name that I recognized, the Bright’s. While my family never had any direct contact, I’m sure the two of us have met at least once when we were young and at some social party.

The walk back to the Central Quarter took half an hour and my feet ached from all the traveling I’d done in the last few days. The prestigious inn near the very center cost more than I could afford for a few nights, so I simply planned to stay one. Where to go next alluded me. In my frustrated state, my mind wandered to the Black Army. They were said to take anyone in who had skills.

Groaning, I flopped on the comfy bed, something that the other inns in smaller towns lacked. Joining the Black Army would do me no good. It won’t get my status back in the Red Territory. It won’t bring my family back together. Mother would rather live dirt poor than move to Black Territory. The money in my satchel clinked together, reminding me off their worth.

If Ian finds himself ready to serve his country.

Ian would die in the first day of training.

Sitting up, the wheels in my head began to turn. Lancelot only met Ian once, for a brief moment. That’s not long enough to have accessed his character in battle or his skills with sword. Grabbing my dagger from my satchel, I couldn’t get to the bathroom quick enough. My image in the mirror stared back at me. Ian and I were three years apart, and while no one had said we could be twins, we did look much alike. Same thin blonde hair that frizzed in the summer heat. Same strikingly bright blue eyes. His jawline was more defined than mine, which was softer and rounder.

If Lancelot Kingsley won’t accept anyone but Ian…

I’ll have to become him.

Raising the blade to my gorgeously long blonde hair, I sliced the strands bit by bit. The pile on the floor growing thicker by the second. I couldn’t bare for it to be so short like most men were. Instead, making it still long enough to pull it back. After all his soul searching for the past six months, he’s bound to of let himself go a little. My other features still proved my gender, as I had a decent amount of breast to cover up.

The only favor I could pull to help was a seamstress in town who favored me since I was a child. Rosanne Collings. Her business is going strong, and she makes very beautiful clothes for both men and women. If anyone could help me, it was her. But, at this hour, she might already have left.

Tomorrow is the first day of training, and if Ian fails to show up, I wonder if Lancelot would ever consider letting him in again.

Thank the heavens that Rosanne still worked late. She smiled at me, “Hello, Iris. It’s lovely for you to have to dropped by. I heard what happened with your family, and dear if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.” This woman is the most wonderful woman who ever lived. She had never married, nor had a child of her own. To her, I was her daughter.

“Rosanne, I do need something,” I said, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. If she turns me away, I’m not sure that there’s any way I can get what I need. This is all Ian’s fault. The first thing I do when I see him again some day is punch him.

Rosanne pulled the door open further. “Please do come in! What is it?” She closed the door, flipping the lock. She had always been so careful when living alone.

“I need you to help me look like a man.”

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikemen revolution fanfiction #lancelot kingsley #jonah clemence #edgar bright #kyle ash #zero #red army #Iris Adley #For Crimson Glory #Chapter 1

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witchkingkidas · 4 years

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Day Two

Again it was just a little after four a.m. and this time her sleep was interrupted by the light snoring of Haans next to her. He had done his duty like the others before him, but this itch she had growing in her required more of a personal touch to properly scratch. Justine undid her gown as she started to think about all the different men she had been with this week. Garrett was fun if not a bit goofy, Frank was the powerhouse, Benji was highly flexible and Ian was... Well whatever you call a minuteman with a large ego. Nothing was quite giving her the satisfaction she needed until she thought about Marius that time at the creek. She had almost forgot about him since it had been a week or so since she saw him last, chalking him up to being some figment of an overactive imagination though it’s just as likely that he got reassigned elsewhere. Justine swirled her clit with her finger, using the moistness of her lips to lube the area as she started to play with herself. It didn’t last for long however because just as quickly as Marius popped up, now did her mother and Justine stopped and started to think about her childhood. She wasn’t always like this, so free with her body, and yet it was probably her mother that drove her to this path beyond anything else.

Her mother was very conservative when she was growing up and it was that restrictive nature that she rebelled against the most, starting at age twelve with a cousin and continuing with various friends until it became a game to find and try out new lovers. She tried repeatedly to plunge her fingers deep within herself, but the flashbacks of her history ruined the mood and Haans made it no easier. He was one of the photographers who came with Mr. Tillers to help on the set and after the “nude paradise” shoot that she was a part of, he basically resorted to raping her with his gaze until she invited him up for ‘coffee’. He wasted no time smothering her with his lips, a wild frenzy of kissing and tongue sucking as he pushed her up against whatever was nearby as he slipped in and out of her being that she wore a lacy black dress with no underwear underneath. He loved the stubble she started to grow as he massaged it with his hand. She instantly became moist by his roughness and her body responded in kind by playfully fighting back against him so that he would be forced to restrain her. Her movements roused the wolf in him for sure because before she knew it, he had her face down in the sheets and was violently thrusting into her from behind unable to control himself as the bed started to rock and creak with each thrust. Justine couldn’t have asked for more in this moment as he gripped her hair and nibbled on her lobe while not missing a stroke, he was a master at using what he had even if it was not big at all.

Sadly though, the Haans she wanted this second was instead fast asleep as he shifted positions much like a dog with a nightmare. He was not a bad looking man; in fact, he very well could have been a model himself as long as it wasn’t underwear since his member while satisfactory enough, was still quite small for a man of his stature. He came off as the conceited type, a man born into vast fortunes and with that money he funded many ventures like the Arts, History and travel, all of which saw diminishing returns. He was sculpted like many men that frequented the pages of Klein or what have you: Beach blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun, a brown five o’clock shadow lining his face and lips, a tattoo of a English dragon upon his left breast with the tail curled around his nipple --an odd design for sure, but enticing nonetheless-- with a body clearly waxed of any hairy imperfections. He spoke with a distinct American accent however, possibly a native of the States and not Wales where his family was housed sometime after World War 2 or so he had said. He stood about 5′7, 5′6 without his shoes, and his hands were small, but powerful. He was truly a lot of man packed into a neat frame.

Justine sat up in the bed and studied him for a bit, how his chest rose and fell gently through light snores, how his boxers hung just low of his waistline or how he slept with one arm tucked behind his head and the other constantly fidgeting in and attempt to find its own home. She mused over how filthy his language became during sex, maybe an act put on for her, or something that got him off, either way it was mostly distracting and downright hilarious the first time he uttered ‘I’m sending you to Boomtown’ before inserting himself into her ass for the finishing thrusts of the first round for the evening. She could tell that this sort of thing came easy to him; sleeping around with beautiful women that is, she wondered who else on the assignment that he had laid into with his cheesy lines and half chubbed cock. No; he was not bad, but this was only another notch in the belt for her after all, love could wait until the end of time and then wait some more if it was up to her. She played the scenario over and over in her head, how he’d wake up and gather his things from around the room and attempt to say some line that might allude to wanting to see her again, but Justine knew that even if her head shook yes, she would decline him, forever bored of planting her flag twice in one area. Her appetite had been steadily growing as of late for something a little more chaotic.. a bit more punishing while not being anywhere near what she experienced that other time.

Before long, the clock flashed five a.m., an early sunrise was hitting the window and she crossed the hotel room to run a hot shower. The droplets fell upon her skin like meteors, each one as hot as could be until her body adjusted. No bugs this time, no painful bruises on her arms, no gashes to speak of. Haans, if nothing else, was a perfect gentleman in bed and she could hear the jingle of his ringtone as he yawned and talked to himself a bit, it was quite apparent that he did not intend to spend the night. Justine chuckled to herself a bit, reminded of the days long ago when she would sneak out of windows before wives and girlfriends came home, how she was the other woman in some phone and how much of a rush it gave her that she could give a man what the woman they married couldn’t.

Haans poked his head into the bathroom, his lungs filling with the steam and bathing oils as he bid Justine farewell, claiming to have needed to rush because he was late for an appointment, but he was really avoiding being seen by other staff awaking and moving about, sleeping with a co-worker after eye fucking for a week straight? Scandalous. Justine told him bye as he quickly went for the door, understanding that the tan line on his finger was just what she expected it was, but who it was paired to she had no idea nor did she care. The shower ran for a bit longer while she stood and ran her fingers across the white tile. It would be her last few days at this location and though she longed for home for a bit, she was determined to Marius again,

to confirm the reality of her phantom..

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