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Movie Night

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 2246 (I got a little carried away!)

Warnings: NSFW! 18+. Swearing, smut, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up!)

Request: Anon: “Hello there! First I just wanted to tell you that your writing was amazing for the 100 kinks for Bucky! I loved your stories so much and wanted to ask if you were taking requests at all? If you are, can you please write a one shot about Bucky lusting after the reader? Maybe shes an assistant at the compound or something like that. If not, it’s all good, but I think you should write because your amazing at it! Smut if you want!”

A/N: Here your go nonnie! Sorry this took so long and I hope you like it!


You were wearing it again. That damn black pencil skirt that formed perfectly to every curve. The black heels you had on made your legs look fucking fantastic. Bucky knew he should stop staring, but you always caught his attention when you both shared a room together. He watched as you smiled easily at everyone, how you flipped your hair over your shoulder when you would talk and fiddled with the buttons on your shirt when you were lost in thought. He nearly bit back a groan as you bent over the table to pass out the file folders you were holding. The glimpse of white lace underneath your white button down about ended him.

“Buck, you’re being obvious,” Steve said while punching Bucky’s shoulder and sitting down next to him. Bucky looked up to also see Sam shooting him a knowing smile from across the table.

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about,” he said while trying to focus on anything other than the way that skirt hugged your ass. When you walked behind his chair, he caught a whiff of your perfume and it instantly made his dick hard. Bucky adjusted himself in his jeans and grabbed the file folder in front of him in hopes of getting his brain on the task at hand instead of what you would look like naked underneath him.
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You were walking down the hallway back to your office after the meeting was over. You needed to get inside your personal space. The way Bucky looked at you earlier had left your skin tingling. That man was going to be the death of you. You felt like your brain fizzled out whenever you were near him. His quiet demeanor made it impossible to read him but his stare said enough. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to strangle him or kiss him. Oh, who were you kidding, you wanted to feel those lips on your body.

Right after that thought took root in your head, you turned a corner and slammed right into a solid chest, causing you to drop your papers and folders. You looked up after regaining your balance and were mortified to see Bucky staring down at you, his brow creased. You felt your cheeks grow hot before kneeling to pick up your papers.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Barnes. I wasn’t paying attention,” you said to his feet. You were too embarrassed to look at his face after the thoughts you were having about him. A pair of hands appeared in your line of sight. You were startled by his metal one, he normally had a black glove covering it. He was organizing the folders when you chanced a glance up at him. His hair was falling in his face and the black t-shirt he had on was stretched across his broad shoulders.

“Bucky. Please call me Bucky.” He said while straitening back up. You clutched the files to your chest and stood awkwardly in front of him. You almost jumped out of your skin when he reached out and brushed a piece of your hair away from your face. The shock must have clearly read on your face because he snatched his hand back quick.  

“Well, I’m sorry again, and thank you for helping me.” You moved to walk around him. His metal arm shot out and stilled you by placing his hand on your arm. You looked up at him with confusion.

“Doll, it was an accident, you don’t have to apologize.” He looked down at where his hand was touching you. “Would you like to stick around for movie night tonight? It is Tony’s night to pick so I don’t know if it will be good but…” he let his sentence trail off.

You were so shocked that he was even talking to you that you realized your mouth was hanging open. You closed it and mentally shook yourself out of the dazed state you were in. “Are assistants allowed to join the Avengers at movie night?” You joked. Bucky smiled and you thought for sure your heart was going to stop. God, he was gorgeous.

“I think you passed up the assistant title long ago,” Bucky said while rubbing his thumb on your arm. “You can sit next to me. I’ll even share my blanket with you.”

Wait a minute, was he hitting on you? You were sure if you didn’t distance yourself from him soon, you were going to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Yea, that sounds great Bucky. I’ll see you there.” You gave him a smile before hurrying the rest of the way to your office.

Bucky watched you until you shut the door behind you. He smiled to himself. You were attracted to him just as much as he was to you. This was good to know. After having a talk with Steve earlier, he had decided to make his move. With any luck, you two wouldn’t be watching too much of the movie tonight.

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You were nervous. You had asked Wanda what time to be in the screening room. When you told her that Bucky had invited you, she was shocked but then grinned and winked at you. You smiled to yourself as you looked up at the clock. Fifteen minutes to go. You grabbed your gym bag from underneath your desk and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. You stepped out of your shoes while unbuttoning your shirt. You pulled it off and bent to take your skirt off. As you were folding the garments, you heard the door click open. Before you could cover yourself, Bucky’s head popped in.

“Hey doll, I thought I would…” Whatever he was saying, died on his lips as he came in and saw you standing there in your bra and panties. You thought he was just going to back out, but he didn’t. He slowly closed the door and leaned back against it. Your face had to be ten shades of red as you were frozen in place. Bucky’s hot stare was setting your skin on fire. He crossed his arms over his chest and licked his lips. Your eyes darted to the floor, but didn’t miss the bulge his cock was making in his sweats.

“Do you want me to leave, doll face?” He asked in a husky voice. You looked back up at him and saw the red color in his cheeks and the way his breathing had changed. Did you want him to leave? You hadn’t had sex in a while and the man standing across from you looked like he was made for sin.

No, you didn’t want him to leave. Instead of voicing your answer, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra. You held the cups to your chest for a second before letting it fall down your arms. Bucky groaned so low that it almost sounded like a growl. He practically stalked over to you. His flesh hand cupped your jaw and his metal arm curled around your waist. The coolness against your hot skin make goosebumps rise.

“Are you sure about this? Because in about ten seconds, I’m not going to be much of a gentleman.” His words made your shiver and wetness to pool between your thighs. The look he was giving you with his lust blown eyes and his breath coming in short pants was making your anxious.

“Bucky yes, I’m sure. Now kiss me.” You said before wrapping your arms around his back and crashing your lips against his. Bucky instantly commanded the kiss. He ran his tongue along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. You opened them and tangled your tongue with his. It was consuming; teeth clanking, lip biting, sighs and moans. You felt drugged as his metal hand made its way to your ass, grabbing a handful, pressing your body into his. His other hand was buried in the hair at the nape of your neck. Your hands found their way inside the back of his shirt and roamed over the warm muscles. He lifted his lips from yours to trail soft kisses along your cheek and landing on the pulse point below your ear. You leaned your head to the side with a moan. His teeth nipped the tender spot, causing you to gasp and score his back with your fingernails.

“Kitten has claws,” he murmured against your collarbone. Your sigh turned into a moan when you felt his tongue swipe across your nipple. He brought his flesh hand down to flick over your nipple as his tongue and lips continued their torture. This man was turning your bones to jelly. You pulled on his shoulders to bring him back up.

“Too many clothes,” you whispered as you stripped his shirt off. He chuckled at your urgency. You put your hands in the waistband of his pants and pushed them down his legs. His cock sprang free between the two of you and you nearly wept. It was beautiful. Long, thick and dripping precum. Bucky didn’t give you enough time to admire it before he swooped you into his arms. He walked across the room and laid you on the couch. He propped a pillow beneath your head and kneeled between your thighs. He ran his hands down your body before pulling your panties down your legs. After tossing them to the floor, he stopped and stared at you. His eyes took in every detail they could. He settled his hands on your thighs and spread them further apart, his eyes fixed to your pussy.

“God damn doll, look how wet you are,” he said as his thumb trailed through your wetness. You moaned and watched as he brought his thumb to his lips and licked off your essence. You nearly came right then.

“Bucky…” you whimpered. “Please, I need you.” You thrust your hips up at him. He smirked before you felt his finger enter you. He brought his thumb down again, circling your clit while his finger started thrusting in and out of your cunt. You arched your back and let soft moans fall from your lips. Bucky watched every reaction. He was a man enjoying himself. A wicked chuckle left his mouth when he found your g-spot.  You had become a writhing mess as you were nearing orgasm. Bucky added a second finger and gave your clit a pinch, sending you over the edge. Your whole body shook as you nearly screamed out your release.

“That was fucking beautiful baby,” Bucky said, brushing his lips against yours. You nudged your hips against his, coating his cock with your slick. He grunted and reached down to align himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed forward, letting both of you enjoy the feeling. When he was fully seated inside, he stopped to give you a minute to adjust. You felt stretched, almost to the point of pain, but it was amazing.

Bucky was whispering words of encouragement against your lips. How good you felt, how tight you were around his cock, how he wanted to make you feel good. You rolled your hips into his, causing him to inhale sharply. He looked down at you, adjusting his arms on the couch for leverage. You brought one hand up to tangle in his hair, while the other got a good grasp on his ass.

Bucky started a nice and slow rhythm, just enough to make you want more. He placed his lips against your neck and sucked on the tender spot he had found earlier. You gasped and tugged on his hair. He growled into your neck and his thrust getting harder, going deeper. The sound of his skin slapping against yours was intoxicating.

“Oh god… Bucky… you feel so good.” You said, biting his shoulder. His lips met yours again. Your moans began mingling with his groans.  

He pulled his mouth from yours, “Are you going to come on my cock doll?” His thrusts had turned fast and choppy. The angle he was pumping, hit your clit with every drag in and out. Your body began to tense. “Come on, baby. I want to feel you come.” he said, chasing his own release. He reached down and drew rapid circles on your clit. You flew apart, coming with a startled cry. “O-oh fuck baby… shit,” Bucky groaned. He reared back, pulled out and gave his cock a few hard pumps before he spilled himself on your stomach. His face was contorted in pleasure and sweat was dripping from his forehead. It could have been your blissed-out brain, but he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

While you were waiting on both of your breathing to return to normal, you reached out and rubbed your hands along his thighs, “I’m pretty sure we missed the movie.” He laughed and got up to grab his t-shirt from the floor. He swiped it across your belly, cleaning up his mess. He wiped himself clean before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

“Trust me, I would much rather be right here with you, rather than watching some movie Tony picks.” He said brushing the hair off your face. He gave you a gentle kiss, “Wanna go back to my room and have our own movie night?”

Fugientibus-Part 3

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Characters: Y/n, Draco

Pairing: Draco x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL)

Warnings: Angst, starving, not much. Fluff and implied smut at the end!!

Word Count: 1027

Summary: Y/n and Draco make their way to their safe house. 

A/N: Ok, third part!! Not much except bit of angst followed by fluff!! There won’t be any major drama for a few parts…but when the drama arrives, it’s gon motherfucking arrive!! Hope u like it!!

Tagged Peeps: @helvonasche@wayward-mirage @notnaturalanahi@chelsea072498@the-latina-trickster@aingealcethlenn@lucifer-in-leather@p–trick@professsionalsinner@lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell​ @daddysxlittlexsunshine @wonderange @mogaruke@aiaranradnay

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It was difficult, navigating your way to the safe house Professor Snape had set up.

The woods were difficult to get through, the cold and rain and wetness, just bringing your moods down.

With no magic to warm you up, you never managed to get too far before you both had to stop and camp out.

It was in those moments Draco and you found comfort in each other.

Sure. You knew you had more important things to focus on.

You’d risked your lived and the lives of your families.

You should’ve be focussing on finding your way to safety and making sure nothing would happen to you.

But you only had Draco to rely on. He only had you.

And when you’d just sit in the tent, warming the other up, you often realized you were each other’s comfort.

You were each other’s safety.

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Yeehaw heres my shipping chart :’3 i drew all of them but Ryn, she was drawn by @/ms-xana I kinda just decided to add her in there last minute x__x

I’m open for casual ships!! All these characters are up for pairings. If you’re curious about anyone you can pm me, not exclusive to mutuals! I’m gonna pretty much rip off Koin’s format but heres a little info on them

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The Care and Feeding of Training Assassins 1/3 - Captain Canary

Title: The Care and Feeding of Training Assassins
Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow
Rating: Teen
Pairings/Characters: Sara Lance/Leonard Snart
Summary: @gawkydoteficus prompted: FLUFFY PROMPT FLUFFY PROMPT FOR CC: Sara will forget to eat when she trains to Len starts leaving little snacks for her in her room/around the ship/in the training area?
Timeline: sometime during season one
Word Count: Overall: 4,186, This Chapter: 1,462
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Berlanti Productions, DC Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Television.
Betas: Thank you to angelskuuipo and shanachie_quill for looking this over for me.

Chapter One: Observations & Revelations

Leonard Snart considered himself to be an observant man, especially in new situations.

Being on board the Waverider with a group of strangers twenty-four hours a day wasn’t exactly a new situation - he’d been in and out of enough jails and prisons in his life that being enclosed with strangers wasn’t entirely new - but the general lack of hostility with these strangers was unusual. So he observed them.

One of the things that he’d observed was that Sara Lance liked to train. A lot. She’d been some kind of assassin, apparently, which intrigued him all the more. One didn’t generally associate gorgeous blondes with lethal assassination. Yet, that was exactly what Sara was.

Not that he could blame her for spending so much time training. There wasn’t a whole lot else to do on this ship.

Sometimes Leonard would offer to spar with Sara, to avoid his own boredom. She always readily agreed, despite the fact that she held back when sparring with him. Leonard tried not to be insulted when he realized what she was doing, but at the same time, he was grateful not to be on the receiving end of her full strength. He knew that she could kill him with little effort; which turned him on much more than it should.

Amongst his observations of Sara, he noticed that when she was training she often forgot to eat.

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AU where everything is the same but Justice Strauss and Jacqueline are partners (girlfriends) so Justice Strauss follows Jacqueline around, trying to help the Baudelaires however she can though she’s kind of naive and helpless lol.

I had to force this femship SO HARD, like they interacted only once, but I can do whatever I want! Posting this is a special shout out to @ladynoblesong who supported my wild headcanons I created for them and whom I promised to try to draw more of them for~

The soulmate AU where people have the first name of their soulmate tattooed on their wrist, and people are supposed to keep them secret for whatever reason. Person A has had a crush on Person B forever, but unfortunately the name doesn’t match. Years later, Person B comes out as trans, and announces they will be legally changing their name… To the name on Person A’s wrist.

Okay honestly one of my favorite things about Ouran is Kyoya’s character development???

 He’s one of the most static characters; he’s calm, cool, collected, intelligent, and the obvious moral compass of the group,

 But as the season goes on you start to notice a few cracks…like, the kind where you see the real Kyoya poking through, begging for someone to let him out???

 As you learn his backstory you realize that while he’s the mother of the group, he’s actually the child of his family, which makes SO MUCH SENSE, 

 BECAUSE HE CAN EXERCISE CONTROL WITH THE HOST CLUB THAT HE NEVER GETS AT HOME.

 And I feel like that somehow corresponds with everything he does within the club, and why he’s so meticulous about everything, because maybe in his subconscious somewhere he thought to himself,

 "If my father were to ever catch me in this club, at least I would have something to show for it,“ which is why he’s so undeniably efficient with all that he controls.

 And the way he feels about Tamaki is absolutely PRECIOUS to see, because at first you feel like he thinks of Tamaki as a genuine moron, (which is how I felt really, I can’t really speak for everyone,) and then you get to the, “And so Kyoya Met Him!” episode.

Which is when you finally get to see how exactly their friendship began in the first place, the history behind our daddy and mommy of the Host Club. And you realize, “Hey, I wasn’t that far off. Kyoya DID think he was a moron, at one point.”

And while Kyoya still thinks Tamaki is an idiot, it’s more of a term of endearment at this point, rather than an insult. Because as weary as he is of Tamaki’s antics, when he thought he was gonna lose him, Kyoya absolutely lost it.

And that was A FREAKING PLEASURE to see because you realize NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES KYOYA CALLS HIM AN IDIOT, OR MORON, OR REFERS TO HIM AS A BURDEN, you know in your heart that that silly blonde prince means the world to Kyoya, and that is in fact his best friend. 

So throughout the season, obviously each character makes their own significant steps to becoming more individual, coming into themselves, but Kyoya’s developement is definitely one of my favorites.

upholstered furniture

pairing: pansy parkinson x harry potter

setting: modern, non-magical, reality/film star au; based on this

word count: 4,654 words


(7:22 am) Did you see the casting news yet? For Boy Who Lived?

(8:15 am) fuck off its sunday

(8:16 am) Ronald.

(8:17 am) unless they chose to go with an actual fucking cgi flamingo i dont give a shit right now and it can wait until tomorrow

(8:19 am) It really can’t. Harry’s going to fire you when he finds out.

(8:19 am) ??????? get ur blasphemous ass back to church no he’s not

(8:20 am) Yes, he is. It was YOUR idea to scrap the chemistry test.

(8:23 am) omg what is ur DAMAGE chemistry tests r dumb af harry hates them

(8:24 am) And sometimes you have to act as his AGENT, not his best friend, and advise him to do the things he hates, Ronald. Like chemistry tests.

(8:25 am) thx for the fortune cookie fun fact i’ll pass it on to harry’s latest oscar nom ok

(8:29 am) Check Variety. They reported on the casting this morning. There was a “leak” at the studio. Naturally.

(8:32 am) harrys gonna fucking fire me ur right


BREAKING: Hurricane Hollywood star tapped for female lead in Paramount’s Boy Who Lived

October 11, 2016. Los Angeles.

Well, it’s official.

Seemingly permanent tabloid staple Pansy Parkinson (Hurricane Hollywood; The Hottie and the Nottie), better known for her outrageous late-night party antics than she is for her acting prowess, has been cast as Harry Potter’s (Under the Stairs) on-screen love interest for the futuristic dystopian thriller, Boy Who Lived, slated for release by Paramount sometime in Summer 2018. While Parkinson has been persistently vocal about her desire to make the transition from her Cristal throne in Vegas to the slightly more respectable silver screen, this will be her first role in a major motion picture.

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@pwoo CRIES// OKAY I HOPE THIS IS OKAY. HONESTLY, THIS IS ACTUALLY THE FIRST TIME I ACTUALLY DREW A MORE CURVY GIRL, BUT I’M GLAD THAT IT WAS YOU POO. I JUST NEED MORE PRACTICE, BUT I LOVE U AND AHH (/)///(\)

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Marshall Lee the Vampire King and Prince Gumball of the Candy Kingdom 

Marshall needs a low grade red fix on boys night

So, since the writers wanted us to compare Fiona/Jimmy’s situation in Season 5 with Ian and Mickey’s. That’s what I did.

I transcripted Fiona and Jimmy’s last conversation in the show, which seemed to me like the most dense with information. And then I added some gallavich comments here and there. See if you agree with me. 

Fiona: “I do love you, you know”
Jimmy: “I love you too.”

When Jimmy first came back, Fiona told him he didn’t love him, and he called her out on it. She does love Jimmy - because when you have long-lasting relationship with people, most of the times in your life, you can never completely forget them. Ian and Mickey haven’t said their “I love you”’s yet. Actually, Ian’s never explicitely said it, but so far he’s been far more emotional with Mickey than Fiona was with Jimmy. Fiona avoided Jimmy’s touch, Jimmy’s kisses, Jimmy’s eyes. When they had sex, she cried and they had to stop. Also, Fiona was, at the moment, already in love with Sean a little (even though she was married to Gus, lol).

Fiona: "Would be easy to get back to our life together”
Jimmy: “Okay, good”
Fiona: “But it’s not who we are anymore.”
Jimmy: “Well, it could be.”
Fiona: “It’s not who I am anymore. I used to like the danger. The not knowing where you were… the bad boy.”

There’s a lot to say here. Firstly, in Ian and Mickey’s case, it wouldn’t be easy to get back to their life together - apart from the fact that their lives together were never quiet, so it’s not about going back to a domestic routine as much as it’s to create a new one. Actually, following Mickey, for Ian, is the hardest choice to make. It’s against all odds and all better judgement, because Mickey is an escaped convict.

But Fiona says it’s not who they are anymore. It’s not who she is anymore. She’s gone through major changes in her life, and she’s not attracted to Jimmy’s lies and mysteries anymore. Ian, on the other hand, is still attracted to Mickey. He’s undoubtedly a different person, and yet, the bond hasn’t faded. In fact, while Jimmy stalks Fiona, calls her and she doesn’t reply, shows up in her house without calling first, has stalked her for months before showing up, Mickey leaves Ian the room of choice, because he’s a much more functional lover now than Jimmy was then. While Fiona was attracted to the not knowing, the bad boy, Ian was attracted to Mickey while he was changing as a person, Ian changed Mickey and was changed by Mickey, and loved him all along. Even when he complained Mickey wasn’t the bitch-slapping, piece of southside trash he fell with, he wasn’t talking about who Mickey was, but was talking about how Mickey behaved with him. He was feeling the burden of being the sick one, who needed caring. He couldn’t face the change the bipolar was bringing in his life. It wasn’t about who Mickey was becoming, it was about who Ian was becoming to himself and to everyone else and to Mickey. 

Jimmy: “I’m not going to Dubai anymore.”
Fiona: “What?”
Jimmy: “I cancelled the trip. Already gave up everything for you.”
Fiona: “Why are you doing this?”
Jimmy: “We were right together, we are right together”
Fiona: “You said this was the biggest job you’ve ever had.”

Here, I’m just gonna say that this shows that Jimmy’s still lying, that Jimmy hasn’t changed as a person. Jimmy is still there, while Fiona’s in another place. Plus, Jimmy lying means the relationship wouldn’t be healthy, the relationship wouldn’t change. Jimmy’s still ready to lie to win Fiona back. He didn’t cancel the trip. The trip was already canceled. He’s trying to manipulate her.

On the other hand, Mickey never lied to Ian. And since Season 4, he even stopped lying to everybody else, and to himself. Because, again, he grew as a character, Jimmy didn’t. If anyone was lying after Mickey went to jail, it was Ian. Ian lied to himself to get over the pain he felt after splitting up with Mickey, and told himself he didn’t love him anymore, didn’t care. Luckily, last episode, we saw Ian resist for a bit, and then let go pretty quickly. He lied to Trevor, but he didn’t lie to Mickey. He’s being true to himself and to him, by showing that he can’t let go, he won’t let go. He still loves him. 

Jimmy: “I don’t care about any of that. I want us to have a life. Just tell me you want the same thing. Just tell me.”
Fiona: “Part of me does want that. But I need something else now.”
Jimmy: “Gus?”
Fiona: “I don’t know. But I know it’s not you. You have to let me go. You have to let me let you go. I need you to do that for me.”

Final part. Jimmy lies again, but is honest when he says that he wants them to have a life together. And Fiona is honest when she tells him that part of her wants to be with him, but the other part, the strongest one, know that she doesn’t need him now. She needs something else. Probably, stability. Health. Rest. She knows she doesn’t need Jimmy.
In Ian’s conversation with Fiona, he says that nothing gives him the thrill Mickey gives him. And you know that by thrill, he means emotion, happiness, passion, being there, being loved. Yes, that’s right: not even his job gives him the ‘thrill’, and it’s a thrilling job, I assure you. 
So Ian knows that he needs stability, but he also knows that he needs feeling things again, because he has gone two years without Mickey, and has realized that he’s never really been happy all along. He doesn’t want Mickey to let him go, although Mickey gives him the freedom to. Mickey is ready. “This goodbye?”, he asks, ready to be rejected once again. Ian seems conflicted: he knows he’s making a choice that will put his routine, his health, his freedom, at risk. And yet he takes that choice for the third time in the episode. Because he knows what he needs. And what he needs, right now, is Mickey. 

The writers have built Ian’s self-confidence, his self-awareness, his judgement up since Season 6. he’s been building himself up since then. So there’s no point in pretending that his decision-making has failed this time. There’s no point in pretending like he’s manic and that’s why he chose risk-taking, dangerous thug Mickey. Why make him grow as a character for the whole season, only to then say “ops, he made a bad choice, guess he wasn’t as stable as you thought, huh?”

That’s not only boring and stupid, but it’s insulting towards Ian Gallagher’s character.