"special privileges" ficlet
so i have this headcanon where ian is actually really bad at video games, so when he notices he's losing pretty badly, he'll get handsy with mickey to distract him...
"Oh, your ass is goin' down, Gallagher... again," Mickey teases through gritted teeth, his top row of teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip as his fingers punch down furiously on the game controller.
"Jesus, Mick, how the fuck do you-" Ian grunts, his hands clicking on his controller with a deeper intensity than his husband. He raises his left leg to kick Mickey's that are propped on the coffee table, his gaze never leaving the game on the TV, "Fuckin' stop shooting at me for five goddamn seconds!"
"No can do, Red. You ain't getting no special privileges," Mickey says complacently, smiling as he continues firing on Ian's player.
Ian realizes that he has let any chance of winning slip through his fingers, and that that would be the third time today that he would have to listen to Mickey's victory speech. He cringes at the thought, no matter how annoyingly fucking endearing his self-satisfied grin always is. His eyes shift to Mickey, taking in his profile, the curve of his nose, the way the top of his soft-pink lips slope upward with that perfect fucking cupid's bow, the freckles scattered across his jaw, as if each one was strategically placed to create this work of art. Ian knows it's corny, but that's what Mickey is to him...fucking art.
Who would it hurt if he pulled his strings a little, get him to let his guard down? It was his speciality…the ability to have Mickey a complete puddle in his hands within seconds.
Ian abandons his game controller, scootching closer to reach his hand under Mickey's ass, squeezing it's side. "Don't get special privileges, huh?"
Mickey squirms, Ian moving his hand to squeeze his thigh before he can respond, "Even if I do this?" Mickey bites his lip, desperately attempting to keep his focus on the game as Ian's hand travels up towards his waistband.
"You fuckin' cheat," he fails to halt the smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth, "You knew I was gonna have your ass," Mickey surrenders to his husband's advances, tossing his controller to the side and melting into his touch.
"Mmmh but it'd be so much better if I could have yours," Ian says slowly through soft kisses on Mickey's neck.
His head leans back at the contact, relishing in the feel of Ian's lips, his breathe on that spot on his neck, "Fuck, you always do this asshole," he huffs.
Ian moves to his ear, nibbling softly, "You're just so easy, how could I not?" Mickey feels that smug smile against his cheek.
"Eat me," Mickey replies plainly.
"Gladly," Ian shifts from his position on top of Mickey, standing up and yanking Mickey along with him, grabbing his hips and bringing him in closer, crashing their lips together in an rough, passionate kiss.
"Ya gonna keep talkin' about it or ya gonna take me upstairs?" Mickey pulls always, scanning Ian, the hunger prominent in his crystal blue eyes.
With that, Ian gives his ass a quick squeeze, "Mhm, show me those special privileges," he whispers close to his neck before practically dragging him up the stairs.
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standard edition captured and wounded/tortured stede whump fic but it remembers his pain tolerance, there’s just this whole like
hes off screen getting hurt, you got the screaming you got the shouting, ed spends the entire time in the brig or w/e losing his entire mind about it. and they dump stede back in there and he’s on the floor and ed is having a whole fucking crisis trying to provide some comfort and pet his hair and wake him up
and then after thirty seconds stede just cracks an eye open and goes “im so sorry ed i didn’t have time to give u a secret improv fuckery signal, that must have been awful for u. although honestly i think i oversold that fifth plea for mercy, they really weren’t giving me anything to work with creatively :/��
and yeah he is for real hurt and needs tlc recovery time and maybe lets himself have a lil cathartic cry as a treat once they are safe and alone again bc there’s a fine line to tread between using pain for comedy and pain tolerance as nature vs something he had to learn, and his sort of horribly casual way of rolling w pain and damage to himself once it’s been done and all that
but i do think that “well i didnt care for that and it ruined this shirt which is a real bummer” energy needs more rep in fanworks
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"Why are all companies seemingly going insane?"
Remember how under Dump the rich got 54% richer and got like 50 trillion more dollars directly from us, the bottoms?
They got fuck you money. They can push Hypernormalization further with ease.
Unity? Companies want that shit. That was a pandora's box that will not shut. They raised the temp really fucking high so you'd not notice how high it is when lowered just barely. I guarantee most of the industry supports this idea, in an obviously less purposefully blatantly scummy, but still scummy, format.
The Strikes? They got fuck you money, they can actually wait til people go homeless and starve to death.
Like...This is something I really want people to notice more often.
How many times have you had bullshit raised at you, just for it to be "compromised" into being a little less shit.
We all rallied against Horse Armor in Oblivion...until Diablo came by and started selling Horse Armor again. for like. 20$.
It's not about now. It's about setting up shit for the future. Just like Overkill did with Payday, they tested the waters, waited til Payday 3, just like I told ya'll a decade ago now, and here we are, always online DRM, Addiction experts for microtransaction gambling, etc, etc, etc.
Companies are using that wealth to force us into worse conditions.
I do not know what to do. Because you idiots keep falling for it. Every fucking time. Like my god the gaming industry lags behind by like 4 years compared to literally every industry, and worse yet, they did it more blatantly, far more anti-consumer, and far more childishly-copying, like there was no grace, they just told you. Like, the guy behind unity who wanted you to pay to reload your guns in-game.
You could've been paying attention a LONG fucking time ago. But ya didn't.
Ya still buy triple a, ya still defend companies, you still refuse piracy.
I just don't know what to do. We're being hypernormalized into accepting shit and people are bafflingly clapping for it because it's too late already.
The smell of shit has become standard, we're now arguing to the degree the smell should stay.
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