This smile to me was something huge! To see mickey come out to his dad and the entire neighborhood was incredible. Everything from,“Ian what you and I have makes me free” to I’m fucking gay" made me fall in love with the character and gallavich ten times more than I already was. But to catch the boys in this sweet moment after the fight and mickey coming out was so magical. The boys are bloodied,bruised, beaten and then mickey smiles. A full on face smile. Genuine happiness. MICKEY IS FREE. COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY FREE. Best scene in the series
-Oh hello, I’m Bruce Wayne, I never have fun because I’m the dark knight, and someone dark cannot smile, like ever, and…
-Are you done ?
-Honey, I’m just warming up.
For the past ten minutes, you had annoyed your husband by (very badly) imitating his voice and just stating all of his flaws (mind you, you thought he didn’t actually have many). You accentuated your annoying behavior by tapping regularly with your fingers on the counter of his bat computer, while he was trying to concentrate. It wasn’t just because you wanted to annoy him that you did it though, he totally deserved everything. He was refusing to accept that he was wrong, and you were right, and it bothered you because that happened way too many times. He hated being wrong. You knew it, this time his stubbornness just annoyed the Hell out of you.
-But I can stop if you…admit you were super jealous.
-I wasn’t jealous Y/N. At all. Why would I be jealous of a guys like that ?
-Mmmm…Because I used to be in love with him and that he’s very attractive and successful ? Funny and smart ?
He refused to look at you, but you saw quite distinctly his jaw clenching. You smiled, oh this was gonna be fun.
A few days ago :
Usually, Bruce and you always tried to have lunch together. With his company, your work, and the Batman issues, the both of you could go on days without seeing each other IF you didn’t keep regular dates. So for lunch, you always met up. If you missed one of those mandatory date, the deal was that next time you had sex (which was usually just a few hours after said missed date), the one who missed it had to do whatever the other wanted. That’s how you guys satisfied most of your secret fantasies. Of course you’d never do anything the other was uncomfortable doing, or just didn’t wanna do…but that never happened so far. When the one would suggest something, the other was usually super up for it. You and Bruce both knew that it wasn’t really a punishment to miss a date, but you actually rarely did it, enjoying each other’s presence too much. Besides, when you slept with each other, secret and weird fantasies or not, it was never boring.
Today, you were running a bit early, and you decided to go wait for Bruce to your usual restaurant. As you sat down, a hand laid on your shoulder, and, thinking it was Bruce, you turned around with a bright smile.
It wasn’t Bruce.
It was John Dover. Your first love. Who totally broke your heart years ago.
He was still as handsome as ever, though there was some grey in his hair. And his smile almost charmed. Almost, you remembered the messy break up over the phone.
-Well if it isn’t Y/N Y/L/N. Fancy seeing you here.
-John. Oh. Hey. Hum…Long time no see.
-Indeed. So, What’s new ? Wooooow ! Is that a ring I see there ?
You looked at the wedding ring on your finger and rolled your eyes.
-Great observation skills as ever Johnny.
You couldn’t help the sarcasm creeping in your voice. That man hurt you quite a lot, and was the reason you got so suspicious towards men. Bruce had the hardest time convincing you to even just grab a coffee with him because of that dude.
-Haha, haven’t changed a bit really…So, who’s the lucky guy ?
John turned around and had to actually twist his neck up to be able to face the man that just arrived. You smiled, your ex wasn’t short, but Bruce was a very tall man. He was also almost twice as large, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little at the sight of it all.
-Bruce Wayne. Damn. Bingo for you Y/N.
You smiled weakly to John, and Bruce went next to you, putting an arm around your waist. You kinda wanted to slap John. He was clearly implying that you were with your Bruce just for the money, when it was the last thing on your list of things you loved about him. Actually, it wasn’t even on the list.
-You know me and I have no idea who you are, not very polite…
-I think everyone knows you mister Wayne. I’m John. John Dover.
You felt Bruce stiffened next to you. Of course you already talked about your ex with him, as you guys told absolutely everything to each other. He knew he broke your heart, and even though he never met him, he couldn’t stand him. He highly disliked any person who ever hurt, or disrespected you. He already scolded coldly multiple people at charity dinners and such, boring rich fucks who thought they were better than you, just because they dared to somewhat insult you. So there, faced with a man you used to love who broke your heart, he was already quite annoyed. Even more because you used to love him. The green monster of jealousy was already there.
-Well, we were about to have lunch. Do you want to join us, John ?
Bruce said, surprising you completely. You squinted your eyes at him, suspicious. You were right to be so. Your husband most definitely avenged you…During the entire lunch, he just completely humiliated your ex, going against everything he was saying, turning him into ridicule.
At the end of lunch, you were fairly positive that John Dover was on the verge of depression…and it kinda made you feel good. Because that man really hurt you badly, and never had the guts to tell you things to your face, and because you knew Bruce gave him a hard time (rather subtly) just because of that. And also cause he was jealous, and you thought that was cute.
You finished your lunch, said your goodbyes to John Dover, and as you kissed Bruce to wish him a good afternoon, you thanked him.
-Why are you thanking me ? I didn’t do anything.
-Sure Bruce, if you say so.
He winked at you and as he was leaving, you just yelled :
-You’re extremely cute when jealous honey !
-I wasn’t jealous sweetheart.
-Sure Bruce, if you say so.
He grimaced as you went your own way to your work.
Of course, when the evening came, you just had to bring the topic back up. Your sons thought it was the most hilarious thing ever that he got jealous, and the batcave filled with giggling. Of course, Bruce was brooding in front of the batcomputer, trying to work on his current case, but he had an extremely hard time ignoring your jokes. Dick was the worst of all, and made all of you laugh by imitating rather astonishingly an angry Bruce. It went on for hours, and you squealed with pleasure every time Bruce was looking your way, clearly trying to hide the fact that he was highly annoyed.
Fortunately for your husband, as the night went along, your four boys went out on missions one by one. Tonight was Bruce’s “time off”. You made a deal with him a while ago that at least once a week, he’d stay home. He would still stay up for a bit, making sure his sons, Batgirl, Batwoman, basically all of his “partners” were doing good, but come to bed earlier, and that’d be the only night you’d fall asleep in each other’s arms.
You always woke up with him, but only went to bed together once a week. Which was already a lot compared to what you had at first.
Yes, Bruce thought he was safe when he last son left the cave…but it was without counting on you. You weren’t about to let it go.
-So, are you going to finally admit it.
-I don’t have anything to admit to.
-Really ? You know Bruce, I mostly find your stubbornness endearing, but this time…You’re just annoying.
-You’re the one that’s been annoying me for the last four hours dear.
-What ? You find me annoying ?
You were a rather good actress. It helped you a lot when Bruce had to leave a party or charity dinner because the batsignal appeared in the sky, and you had to come up with excuses to explain his absence. And it also helped you when you wanted to make him feel guilty about something. You just spoke with a voice that sounded so hurt, that your husband stop staring at his computer to turn to you, a look of concern in his eyes.
-No, I meant…Oh my God it works every time. You ARE annoying my love.
He always realized pretty quickly you were just messing around with him, but it was still satisfactory to see him panic a little before. You might be a bit evil sometimes. You just liked provoking reactions in him that he usually never has. Only you could make him panic, genuinely smile by just looking at you, or explode in laughter because you said a terrible joke…
-Annoyingly in love with you.
He smiled, and intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you close. However you wouldn’t give anything to him that easily. Not until he admitted he got very VERY jealous of your ex. So you just slipped away under his arm and started to leave the cave. He looked at you confused and frustrated, and you just winked at him.
-Darling, if you want anything tonight, you’re gonna have to swallow your pride…and then I’ll swallow whatever you want.
He gulped, but didn’t make a move to stop you. He just watched you leave. How cute, he thought he was actually gonna resist. But you had a plan to make him say what you wanted, and his famous Bat resolve didn’t hold a chance against it.
You left and went to your shared room, while he sat back at the batcomputer, trying hard to focus on the videos of his sons kicking asses, but all he could think about was you. It was actually pretty rare that you weren’t in his thoughts in some way…the way he was thinking about you right now was very ungentlemanly. He scolded himself, it wasn’t gonna help if he kept arousing himself with thoughts of what he would do to you…Suddently, his computer went haywire. He concentrated on it intensely, someone was hacking his security ! Someone was trying to get in the batcomputr ! He couldn’t let that happen, there were informations in that machine that had to be protected at all cost. But the virus invading the computer was too strong, he was about to unplug the machine when he realized who was hacking his servers.
You. Of course. How he realized it was you ? All of his screens were suddenly covered with sexy pictures of you naked and half-naked, giving him your most sultry look ever. He was so glad Alfred had his day off today and wasn’t down in the cave…He stared at the pictures, mouth opened, and felt his member hardening quickly. No matter how many time he saw your body, he always was just in awe of it, and no one could turn you on as fast as you (which was good you thought). A message slowly appeared on the screen.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself mister Wayne, or I’ll make sure to meet up with Johnny regularly. Well, I think it’s fine though, since you’re totally not jealous. Anyway, good night babe ;)” followed by a live stream of you taking your shower.
He knew the movement you were doing were definitely not your usual shower movement, you were trying to drive him crazy…and it fucking worked. In an instant, he was out of the bad cave, rushing threw the mention to your shared bedroom, and in the bathroom, taking his clothes off in record time.
-Fine, you won you evil wench. I was jealous. So jealous I wanted to punch the guy so hard his mother would never recognize his face after. So jealous that whenever he touched you, or smiled at you, worst, when you smiled at him, my stomach churned and made me sick. So jealous I did indeed made him miserable on purpose, and also to avenge you somewhat. So jealous I am admitting it to you, right now, while you perfectly know I hate being wrong. That’s how jealous that guy made me. And don’t you ever dare make me jealous like that again, because I don’t think my heart can handle it. You won. Here. Happy ?
You opened the shower door, and gestured for him to come in, giving an appreciative look to his body. To his cock, so hard it was bobbing slightly taping his wonderful abs.
-Your heart can handle anything, you’re the Batman.
You softly trailed kisses on his chest, as you directed him with you under the shower head, warm water engulfing both of you.
-Even Batman is insecure sometimes.
-Really ? Well, Batman should know that that guy means nothing, not anymore. And that the feeling I had for him were so small and ridiculous compare to the one I have for the Batman. And I won’t ever have enough of him…
He closed his eyes as you got on your tip toe to kiss his neck. You stroked his cheek, forcing him to bent down a bit so that your lips would meet his.
-Also, only the Batman is allowed to do anything he wants to me.
You softly whispered in his ear, and with those words, he lost all control. He responded more than eagerly to your kisses, and lifted you up from under your thigh to pin you against the cold tile walls of the shower. Grinding shamelessly on you, your hand were massaging lovingly his impressive back muscle, while the pressure he had on your thighs intensified, almost hurting. It would definitely leave some marks. He broke your heated kiss and trailed kisses down your body, placing your legs on his shoulder. You grabbed his hair and neck for support, afraid you were going to fall, but he was holding you firmly. He’d never let you fall. He was kissing your inner sigh, sucking and biting, leaving little marks everywhere, except where you wanted his lips to go. However, you made him so jealous, frustrated an annoyed today, that he was in no mood to tease, and soon, his tongue was tentatively licking at your core. He felt your hand tighten in his hair and hissed at the slight pain. But he didn’t pull away.
His tongue was slipping threw your folds, entering you with slow stroke that drove you crazy. Supporting you with one hand, his other went down, and he licked his fingers before making slow circle with his tongue around your clit, while one of his finger went inside you. He was moving it inside you at a medium and enjoyable pace, while driving you nuts with his tongue on your sensitive nub. He slid another finger inside, and clutched them, hitting a sweet spot. Your scream of pleasure made him smile, and he worked you up until you reached your highs, bucking your hips in his face, coming in his mouth. Your breathing was hitched as he pulled away to reach back up and kiss your collarbones and neck.
You untangled your hand from his hair as he raised you once more, your legs around his waist, bending his legs slightly so that you could sit on them. His kisses were perfect, that man could do so much with his tongue. You didn’t care much for the taste of yourself on his tongue, but it didn’t bothered you as much as it used to, and you savored his tongue with happiness and eagerness.
You scraped your nails on his shoulders, knowing he loved it, and he lined himself up with your entrance. He ease you on his cock with one swift thrust, and waited for you to adjust. He couldn’t wait to take you, but would never risk to hurt you. He loved looking at you as you take all of him inside you. He was A LOT for you to take, and your small body (once again, everyone was small compared to him) made him want to protect you with all his being.
You kissed his neck, chest, licking and sucking all equally, and he moaned. You locked your eyes with his, and nodded slowly. He took it as his cue to start to move. He started slow, wanting to enjoy it as much as he could. Your name was on his lips, and both your moaned and his grunts filled the bathroom. The water between you two made your skin stick even more to each other than usual, and the sound of skin slapping skin was getting incredibly obscene.
At your demands, his pace started to get faster, rougher. Your legs started to ache from your awkward position on the wall, and you felt kinda ashamed when you asked him to change position. Ashamed, because he was the one holding your weight with his arms and legs, and he didn’t even flinched. But the man was a force of nature, and he lifted you off the wall as if you were nothing but a twig, to place your back on the shower floor. He took advantage of the change of position to put your legs on his shoulder, and to pound even deeper into you. The new angled hit your special spot, and your screams were getting louder by the minute. His hands were on your hips, helping him to pound in you, while your arms hunged, useless, above your head.
He got your legs off of his shoulder, and leaned on you, still holding himself up with his hands on each side of your face so that he wouldn’t crush you. You grabbed his hands with your own, and intertwined your finger with his. He slowed the pace down, trying to show you how much he loved you by taking you lovingly. But it wouldn’t you for you, not tonight. An expert roll of your hips made him moan loudly, and go a bit weak in your arms, and you took advantage of it to flip on him. Of course, he let you do it, because in reality, if he didn’t wanna flip on his back, you couldn’t have moved him. Your hand went on his chest as you started to ride him. Hard. You would definitely walk a bit funny for a bit.
His cock was just filling you so perfectly, stretching you to your maximum in delight. If Bruce was just half an inch bigger, you were sure he could not fit in…but he wasn’t. He was huge, but the perfect size to still be fully inside you, making you feel full in the best way.
His hands were on your ass, making your hips go up and down, and you let him take control of you. You bent down to bit gently on his nipple, and he sat up. He kept fucking you in the cowgirl position for a while, until he stood up. Not loosing the connection, he turned the water off, and sat you down on the sink to ruthlessly slam into you.
The familiar knot in your stomach was almost bursting, and when you told him, he fucked you even harder and faster, the pace almost inhuman. You came with a violent shake of your body, and he kept pounding into you threw your orgasm, prolonging it. He quickly went over the edge as well, feeling your muscle clench around him, tightening around his cock in a perfect rush of ecstasy. With one last thrust his seed filled you so much that it overloaded your pussy and started to drip on the sink, mixed with your own juice.
He cleaned you up with tender movement. The action could be filthy, after all, cleaning your partner up after sex, wiping away sperm and cyprine wasn’t exactly glamorous…but even in that, he could just be so loving, that it made it hot.
He picked you up bridal style in his strong arm, and you squeezed his biceps lightly, kissing him. He laid you down on your shared bed, starting to pull you to his chest to embrace you and fall asleep, content…but you weren’t done. He gasped as he felt your hand wrapping slowly around his cock. He was still quite sensitive from his recent orgasm, and you knew it. You knew all the right moved. Before he could even think about what you were doing, he was hard again, and you started to stroke him while licking his abs. He fell back on the pillows, and enjoyed your mouth licking his skin, and hand stroking him. Soon, your tongue swiped lightly on his freshly cleaned dick, and before he could even moaned, you took him in your mouth. What couldn’t fit, you massaged. Not on purpose, he bucked into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.
-Sorry, I-aaah damn that’s good- I…
With your free hand, you caressed his abs and chest, signifying to him that it was OK, it wasn’t the end of the World. You sucked on him mercilessly, torturing him with intense pleasure. He came a second time, trying to pull your head away. You stopped him and took his load in your mouth, catching everything to the last drop. You sat up, and watching you lick the corner of your lips off of him made him hard yet again…You looked at him with a sly smile, and he returned it, knowing you were about to have hours of very, VERY good time.
That night, you came more times than you could count, and you made a mental note to make Bruce Wayne jealous more often, and to annoy the hell out of him with it.
When your children came home, they avoided the part of the house your shared bedroom was with extra care, feeling super grossed out by the noises that were escaping it. So loud. Both of you. Damian even went to sleep in Dick’s bed, as his bedroom was just across yours.
When he came home, Alfred made a mental note to put gloves on next time he changed your sheets…
Summary: Mickey begins to feel jealous over Mandy and Ian’s friendship, so he confronts Ian about it.
Word Count: 803
Ever since Mickey came out at the Alibi, he and Ian had been living in the Milkovich house along with Svetlana, Yevgeny, and Mandy. Mickey and Ian obviously used this time together as an advantage, but Mickey couldn’t help but notice how close Ian and his sister were. He’s never had a best friend before so he didn’t know if it was just that, or if it was more.
Eventually Mickey came to the conclusion that Ian and Mandy being together was completely out of the conclusion, so he decided he would try to just let it go. Technically Ian and Mandy were best friends and ‘dating’ before Ian and Mickey got together, so he figured it would be completely ridiculous to feel any jealousy.
After a few days, Mickey started to forget about the whole ordeal until he walked into the living room to find Mandy sprawled out across Ian’s legs on the couch. She had a beer in her hand, and she looked wasted, but it still sparked that flame of jealousy right back up. He gritted his teeth and went into the kitchen without saying anything and got himself a beer.
Eavesdropping was something Mickey never did because he never understood the point of caring enough to listen to another person’s conversation, but now he found himself listening and watching his sister and Ian. He noticed how engaged and interested Ian seemed to be in whatever Mandy was talking about– nodding his head, laughing at her jokes. Why did it bother him so much to see his sister and his boyfriend be so close? So fucking stupid, right?
When Mandy sat up and drunkenly grabbed Ian’s face to speak to him, Mickey slammed his beer and the counter and stormed his way over there. He rolled Mandy off the couch and dragged Ian into their bedroom. “Mickey, what are you doing?” Ian said in confusion.
Mickey shook his head. “Are you fucking Mandy?”
Ian actually bursted out in laughter at the accusation– he thought it was a joke. When Mickey’s face stayed serious, Ian stopped laughing. “Wait, are you serious?”
“Okay, nevermind that question,” Mickey ran a hand over his face. “That one might’ve been dumb.”
“It was really fucking dumb,” Ian informed his boyfriend. As he studied Mickey’s conflicted face, he furrowed his brows and stepped closer. “What’s going on, Mick?”
“It was kinda hard for me to tell the difference between if you two are really just good best friends or if you’re fucking so I had to ask.” He sarcastically laughs. “For fucks sake, you guys seem to be together more often than we are and we’re actually together,” he mumbled out in a slightly aggravated tone.
Ian shook his head sadly at his boyfriend’s words. He’s never known that his relationship with Mandy made Mickey jealous. “Mick–”
“I just never had a best friend, alright?” He cuts Ian off and speaks quickly.
Suddenly Ian face looks upset and offended. “What do you mean you’ve never had a best friend?” His frown is prominent.
“Like you and Mandy, y’know? I’ve never fucking had that,” he avoided making any eye contact with Ian. “Terry would call me a fag if I ever wanted to hang out with people from school so I just never took the time to make any friends.”
“I know you’ve never had anyone else, but you have me. I’m your friend,” Ian said. “Well I would fucking hope so at least because you’re my best friend.”
Mickey’s eyes shot up in wonderment. “What? Mandy’s your best friend, and I’m your boyfriend so how does that fucking count?”
“Yes, Mandy is my best friend, but so are you. I have two best friends and it doesn’t matter that we’re together– we can still be friends even if we’re dating, it makes it even better.”
“Makes what even better?”
Ian chuckled. “Being best friends with your boyfriend makes everything more fun, Mick! Why do you think we’re never miserable in each other’s presence?”
Mickey is hit with the sudden realization that Ian is right. Over these past few years, Ian’s became more than just his boyfriend, he’s also became his best friend– someone he could count on. “Huh,” Mickey says. “Guess you’re right.”
“I am right,” Ian grabs Mickey’s face. “And you know something else? I love you more than I love Mandy,” he winks.
Neither boy knew the drunken girl was listening through the door until she started pounding on it. “Hey, asshole! You’re supposed to love me more! I was your girlfriend first!”
Both boys laugh and fall into a sweet and chaste kiss. “I love you too,” Mickey says with a smile. He’s very thankful that he talked to Ian about everything because now he realizes he should be happy– and he is.
Requested by @yungramona warnings: sad reader, tiny bit of cussing, Carl being adorable (What more do you want? cx) pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader Description: Carl notices that you were upset and has his mind set on making you happy again A/N: I wrote this one first because I had inspiration, but I’ll get the one before out soon. Also this is cute. Why is Carl so cute?
Carl knew how unhappy you were the second he saw you open the door. The two of you always meet up at a certain time at your house, it was like clockwork or a cute ritual the two of you shared since you started dating. He always walked you to your house to pick you up, and then the two of you would walk to his house.
The whole entire walk to the Gallagher house was awful. You hadn’t said a word since you left. Just a simple “hey” and a kiss and you didn’t want to talk any more than that. You knew even if you opened your mouth he would know the cause of your problems. It was a blessing and a curse when it came to him.